Thread: Through the Night (with Chaos)

Claire nodded slowly, silently, and slowly turned to the direction of her mentor's place, and started walking. She was quiet, deep in thought as they went, not sure what to make of the recent events. Was she really helping a vampire? And her mentor didn't have a problem? In fact he even... She blushed brightly, shaking her head softly to get rid of the thought, her blonde hair swaying back and forth. She wasn't even sure how old he was. He seemed ancient sometimes, but then at other times... She sighed, he always had a grumpy exterior, but she sensed there was more. Loss. Great loss. As if he had experienced it just too many times in his life time. She kept looking up at the street signs, all of them blurring together, and she rather wished they had taken a car. It was so much walking, and she was getting tired. She stopped suddenly though, when Olivia said thank you. O-oh... I-it's nothing... She said, and sighed. We're almost there... She pointed at an old five story brick apartment building a few blocks over. He lives on the top floor. A last trek up a flight of stairs and down the stretch of a hallway and they were there, she knocked on the door, and soon a rather young but weathered looking man came to the door. He seemed to be in his late twenties but his eyes looked like he had seen too much. What may have once been bright blues were faded to a grayish tint. He wore a simple orange shirt with two buttons on the neck line, and a pair of loose fit jeans. Ya, come on in.... He said with a backwards nod of his head, and moved back inside. The wall directly to the right when entering was only a foot from the door, and lined with bookshelf after bookshelf which were packed full of books, all the way back to the small kitchen with incredibly old appliances. There was a long counter with stools, and at the end of the counter was a bowl of fruit. To the left and against the wall the door was on, was, instead of where most would have a TV, a long record player with with storage on the sides, and past that a few feet down was the door to his bedroom, partially open to see a full sized bed with the bedsheets all a mess. The wall to the bedroom was also covered in more bookshelves, in fact, any potentially empty wall space had a bookshelf crammed full of books against it. Across from the record player was a small but long coffee table covered in more books, and past it but before the kitchen was an old but comfortable couch. Closer to the door was a wooden chair with books upon it, and between that and the couch was a small table with an old rotary phone on it. On the other side of the couch was a comfy chair, with some old but warm blankets hanging on it. Most of the colors in the room were varying shades of orange, with some dull yellows and reds and browns. It had a very earth color this place, and the man seemed right at home in it. Claire hurried inside, over to the kitchen, and Samael nodded to her, Make something warm for all of us to drink. he said, and when Olivia came in he shut the door behind her, locking it on instinct all in the same motion. He moved to the couch, and sat down, picking a book that lay on it, and he finished the page before closing the book and setting it next to the phone. He looked over to Olivia, studying her silently, a grim look on his face. So... He said, his voice less gruff then when she had heard it over the phone. You're a fresh vampire with no idea what the means? he asked, her, but didn't wait for a response. So I can simply answer whatever you want to ask, or I could impart some words of wisdom, in case you forget to ask the right questions, so why don't you take a seat and get comfortable, and tell me what has you worried.