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The ride there wasn't that bad. And not smelly or uncomfortable like 'jump me out of the this car', kind of thing.

Cain made it all easy getting to the side of the road of the cafe. To her, it was just a giveaway of a slip of a note to the driver cab, and he went on whirring on his wheels.

Cain might be getting a little lonely without her. The first thing she'd thought when she almost sensed she'd arrived, seeing the dark-nighted sky loomed the trees as she passed by, the bustling of cars here and there, until she saw the line of cars parked at the sidewalk.

It didn't take long.

It shouldn't.

But the car took longer than she'd thought and the fees were rising like crazy. The journey-

'Damn traffic'

She almost cursed. As she thanked the driver and got out into the curb. Thankfully, the man offered to pay, because she had brought no money with her. None. Zero. The house of where it held at was stunning. Beautiful.
It was huge.

Okay, maybe she was exaggerating.
She wouldn't, couldn't imagine a single thing that he would do without her, on his own. Besides drinking a cup of hot, black coffee and reading a book in services to the hotel landlords.

And she wondered what he would do without her. Cain mentioned about the road address that they stopped by in the other day. And seeing by the looks of it, he had to go write it down on a piece of paper. And he handed it to her.
It might make her life a whole lot easier. And she might as would need it.

He was kind enough to give her a slip of the paper. It made it a whole lot easier for the communication for the driver and to get through. Without any troubles, and for the transgressions to go around easily.

For of course, she would forget. He so as much thought easily. She wasn't the one who would remember directions easily, and she wouldn't get to speak Russian for her life. Goddamned woman.

As Averithe suddenly got into his head, and into his mind of her speckle of thoughts. It really exactly wasn't his fault. She was the one who barged in into his mind of her own.

And he just happens to hear it because of his clustering powers.

It was new. But-

As he laid his documents back down. He couldn't get to do it. It wasn't done. Judy half of it through.

And to make things clear, that was not true. He had a lot of things going on in his mind. Such as taking a shower, or having a breakfast of a buffet down the stairs, even for lunch and a dinner buffet which they would normally serve lavish desserts and drinks rather than in the afternoon.

He almost rolled his eyes at the ceiling, but thought twice. He would be a replica of Averithe somewhat. His mind trailed to the double stack of vampires he met at the road, and wondered what they want. Whether they were planning, - those rogues, on an attack, or they were just running around like headless poultries.
He wondered what more could be planning, doing in the dark. He wouldn't know.

Vampires.

To at what extent he would like to see half of them gone. Just halfs of the bad ones. It would make a whole lot of thisneasier. He sighed as it ran through his head. If they ever so do anything to her, or so as much kill her, it will be the death of them.

As he looked back at the piles of documents scattered and lying on his bed. He better get it done. The sheets seemed, white, beige.

And everything seemed to remind him of her. Well, not everything. As he glanced over to her empty bed, and slightly wondered how to nuzzle into them.

Threw it out the trash.

But she wondered what he would do without her. Again. Seriously. He could die of boredom. For a vampire.

The man she was with, Cain, was a weird man. Once, she almost spilt coffee on him and he had the most, glaze of the calmest eyes she'd seen. It was almost as if he's a stone, or a building of the Tower of Pisa. Meant not to fall, but slanted. Maybe she thought that wrong. She shook it out of her head. It would be bad if he heard it or saw what was in her head.

And to speak of, the ride.

Yes, the ride.

The ride was not that bad, but the man was supremely quiet. She didn't know what he was thinking, and it was not as if she was a mind reader anyways.

The man, oh-so gracefully, appeared with a wave in the air, and so meekly responded that he didn't have a car, that someone borrowed it in the morning, and had it broken down on the road at noon.

Very neat.

And that was when he called up a cab. Oh-so quickly by a ring on his phone, and it appeared, which he got in first, and she following suit, not wanting to get left behind.

And it was him the same driver who dropped her off at the previous street, the exact same driver, who came up and picked them up. Who didn't talk at all, as he drove by the side and opened the door for them. Now, she'd worried that he'd choke out the life out of her. Maybe she should've asked him to come with her. Forced him, maybe. But it was too late. Maybe she'd choke him harder, next time when they meet.

Supposedly, really quiet as he went in, and she followed suit. The driver who only spoke when questioned. Weird. He was starting to feel like Cain. The man who drove her from the hotel, a thought crossed her that he just didn't have any better maps, or just was direction-blind, like her, or who chose to wander on the same streets. It was eery enough, knocking her out of her mind.

She stayed quiet throughout the whole ride. She had a ton of questions but maybe she was just too shy at the moment. As was the man next to her. He didn't say much. Maybe the quiet type.

And now, she got to see brimming lines of midnight trees passing by, as well as the engine car, and the not-so modern radio turned on on the front seat.

The ride quietly passed, and now she was here. She almost arrived.

Surprisingly, the man didn't speak a thing to her. Any at all. Much to her surprise and confusion. But she didn't comment, and by the time she wanted to ask, he spoke, "We're almost here. Just a short left turn." He glanced at her. Before turning his gaze back to the window panes.

As they appeared through the curb, which was a left-turn, exactly as he said, and she could see the trees, thicker and an awful lot greener of a dark cast to it, aligning, filling the sidewalks of the road at night.

A new sight to see.

This might prove to be the beginning of a great night for her.

As she got out of the car, she was appaled at the size of his house. She was almost sure he was rich young man. She closed it back. Consciously, stepping closer. But her physique still seemed to cover a large distance, it was still so far away. Her eyes saw. The house is so big.

The words echoed in her mind.
She felt like a lunatic.

She really didn't know what to expect. Or what to do.

And how she now gaped at the lights of the house lit up, she was worried how weird she must've looked, gawking she might have looked, or how she might be considered as a freak, or a some sort of weirdo. They're kind of rich, for god's sake.

As Averithe took in the scene before her, her eyes wilding and at the sight of the party that for the first time in her life she wanted to attend. Vampires. Roaming.
She saw everywhere wandering, walking in couples or a single, simple drop-off nu the street. The pendant she was wearing chimed, as if agreeing, slight glint as if she was agreed to, and thank goodneas the heavens of the unknown realms. She was a vampire as well. She reminded herself. Even though she was human of the sort, and didn't have supernatural, magical powers to attend to.

And she had to chant it in her head to remember, or selse it will come floating out again like a piece of condensed cloud. Floating out of her memories every now and again. She felt that she was screwed. Until she was brave enough, she almost didn't forget to breath and went straight ahead.

Oh.

"Averithe." He called. She turned around, saw the man waving a hand in the air. She figured he left the man there.

Oh.

"Your name is Averithe, right?"

"Yes- how-"

"I'm a vampire, remember? Mind readers." He pointed a finger to his head.

"Uh-"

"Don't worry, it inclines itself if it was public or not. Some don't have the decency to read other people's minds. They're just too much royally bloodied." He whispered at the end.

And she didn't know if that was even a word.

"Okay.." She replied slowly.

"So, let's get on with it and enter the party. Let's get it going." He ushered when her feet hesitated, his hands boldly patted her back. She felt like a piece of goat.

Well, her dress was hindering her.

Shucks, it felt like she made a bad decision of the day. And for her ultimate sacrifice of a party attendance. She almost clawed and wanting to cover her with another- she was underdressed. Only one piece- maybe a bush nearby.

Her eyes scattered around.

"Oh, alright." The man, mysteriously, snagged her elbow and linked it together with his.

To which she was shocked.

"What-"

"Oh, shut up and just come in with me." He tsked his tongue, to which she deeemed it was quite boyish of him.

She looked around and saw how the guests, their brightly colored eyes stormes through the darkness. The night ignited them like a neon flame, or a firefly, so bright, she felt intimidated. And she didn't know what to do if they ever came to her or if she came face to face with them. Nuh-uh.

Again. She focusee on the size. Witnessing the house, she might want to blend in, and fit. She went and entered. No, and it was not an exaggeration.

And of the party she entered.

To be full of people.

Of course they would, why would a party be of people no less than five? Her mind retorted.

And she almost rolled an eye at it.

To which, she staggered, and a shock to her chest bone, of a thought that 'maybe all of them were vampires?

Maybe not.

She hoped not.

Oh, how she would die if they were all vampires and not a single mortal in sight. She would be a deer in a carnivorous den. Or she hoped, that they had better learned to control themselves and not feed on an innocent human that they passed by on.

She almost prayed.

And to her relief that she saw a recognizing face from across the room.

And she knew a face when she knew one.

It was her.

The vampire turned to her and gave a cheery wave.

So she did almost in return, when a wave of the view before her hit her and she half-waved, half-willingly waved at her.

"I see that you two are coming together.." She almost oozed. The blonde, now up in a bun and two tendrils covering her cheeks, her frame fit so well she just wanted to take a photograph of her and stick it into an album or something.

"Hey." It came out of her mouth, the first thing she said, and she felt stupid.

As she stepped to the side and stopped just next to her. How polite.

"I-m-"

They stopped. At the same time, near each other as they faced simultaneously.

She giggled, "You first." She said, her voice so soft to her ears she wondered if she said that right or it was just a bunch of marshmallows.

"I'm Averithe."

"And I'm Renesmee." She replied the forward of a hand.

And they shaked it. Averithe just caught the glint in her eyes of her pink, ruby eyes from up-close, and it was beautiful.
Most beautiful colors of an array of shades she'd ever seen. In her whole damn entire being. Where had she been in all her life?

"Well, I'm gonna go and grab you some drinks." He left, before he pointed a finger in a random direction and disappeared.

Hey. Hey. Hey. It echoed in her mind. For some reason. It was the first thing she said. And it was embarrassing out of her mind. She must clearly go out more and hang out with more people. People like her. Her mind echoed. She seemed decent, and seemed that they would get along well. And she wondered why she said that, out of all things, her vocal chord just had to say that out loud. She could've died. She could have resorted to a simple, Hello? wouldn't have been better?

"I like your dress." She said softly. Breaking her out of her own head. Her voice soothing like a thistle of whisper of a willow plant. A tree. A 'big' one.

"Oh, yeah. It was a home-dress. I like your dress too." She observed her dress to be a mix of blue or a turquoise. It was definitely in between. It seemed so expensive she could worship it if it was hung on her cabinet of a knob.

Home-dress? Really?

She almost thwacked it out of its indecency, but she figured it didn't live. And she had no way how to do it.

And she noticed the pumps she wore. It was a sliver red. Red at the top, and the laces to be black of a strap, as well as the heels to hold a glimmer of silver. She was envious. And she was definitely rich, and so out of her league.

"We're here because he had just gotten his first certificate of a passing exam.
It's similar to a Cum Laude, but it's nothing of the sort. Just a little bit different. Kind of like a technician, system sort of thing. " She looked over to her.

"A- A-" She cleared her throat before it caught in between.

"So.. what is the name of the guy who-"
She switched a question.

"You didn't- oh, right. His name is Jay. Just Jay."

"Just Jay?" She repeated.

"Yes. I don't know, he said his name was Jack a long time ago, and I don't know why.. I trust him. "She faltered, and gave a quick glance at her.

"So.. Jay. Jake. He's your boyfriend?"

"No. What? 'Ew.' No, he's just my companion. A friend, a bud, my knight clad in blackness cape. And.. Some boots." She almost spoke, muttered.

"Oh."

Silence fell over them until the buzz felt too clad and annoying to Averithe.

"Hey, why's your name, Lily?"

She said all of a sudden.

To her surprise, "What, why?" She almost snapped her neck for her. To her.

"I just kinda read you. I could read you. You said that your name's Lily. But your name is Averithe, right?"

"No one calls me that." She muttered.
Except her maiden.

She gave a slight nod. Kind of late.

"How weird." She muttered softly.

"And.. who gave you the name Renesmee? It's not the exact same thing as in, Twilight isn't it?" She joked.

"Of course, not." She laughed. "We are so by surely, not sensitive and very immune to sunlight. We don't burn like the ashes on the ground." She practically spat.

And Averithe followed along.

She nudged her, Renesmee jilted her elbow, lightly, as she almost, imaginably fell over to the side. "Don't kid me." Renee had a small smile on her face.

"So.. Do you live in Russia?"

"No. I'm just traveling. I'm on a holiday, you know, snow, weather. And I'm in the mood for some alps - that kind of thing, you get the gist."

"Oh." She turned her head back forward.

"Hey, why are your eyes red?"

"What?"

"Why is your-"

"Cuz', I'm just born with it?" She almost raised a denying scorched eyebrow. "Some can change change their eye color, some don't. I'm just one of those people. Vampires."

"Oh." She said, after a while.

"But-"

"Cuz I'm a vampire." She quickly replied.

"Oh." She was starting to feel really awkward. Her blonde hair, it looked like she was some sort of kingdom of royalty it intimidated her to some sort.

"So are you born in a kingdom?"

"Can you please, with your questions?" She gave out a small exasperated sigh.

Averithe clamped shut.

"Would you stop with the questions?"
She turned face-front.

And to which Averithe found pretty adorable. She was at the brink of being deemed as a cute, and a lost & found friend. She thought.

"So, do people call you the garden of doom?" She asked.

Out of the blue, Averithe instinctively looked up at the ceiling for answers.

"No, why'd you say that?"

"Because, Evy, Eve, the star of the evening, star of the night sky? I don't know. Sounds the same to me. Well, slightly." She added when Averithe gave a weird face at her.

"My name does not come out like that." She spoke but it came out as a mutter.

She went on auto-pilot. "Oh." And turned her face face-front.

"So, why is your hair blo-"

"Would you stop it?" Renesmee seemed aggravated at her.

She couldn't help but giggle, then held the rest of it. "I mean your hair is bright blonde, I couldn't help-"

"I was born with it. There, the end of asking questions."

"Oh." Was all she could say in reply.

"Hey, guys what do we have here?" The man who escorted her smiled, as he jotted along, Holding two cups of drinks. He might have pointed towards the drinks. "What happened?" He switched sights.

"Averithe, could not, stop asking questions, like why is your eye red, why is your hair blonde? And some sort along those."

"I don't talk like that!" She intervened.

"Sounds like it to me." She muttered, looking away.

"Oh." Jay answered, "To make things short, she's a vampire, and works, or rather lives in the highest kingdom -" Esmee shucked his front toe. He prentended to not wince, holding it, "of a royal.. what was it again, a citizen of a big house. Yeah." He wheezed, nodded to himself, really..

"Seriously? You must be some kind of.. duchess, a - a maid, royal?" She didn't know why it came out like that.

She perked weirdly at her, flicked towards her from the corner of her eye. "No. I just.. live there.. That's all. My mother had some sort of connection, and she sent me there to live and, gain experience. Some sort of a living phase where she thought it could do me some good." She explained.

"Oh." Was all she could say.

"So. Averithe." She called.

"Yes?"

After a while.

"I just wanted to tell you.. That's not my real number. Jay might have given you his, but he was about to change phones soon, so, we want you to have our new ones instead." She flashed her a pure, brilliant smile it almost melted her abdomen fat.

"Oh." Was all she could say. As she scurried through her sling purse and got out her phone. Which she didn't have much job to do with it anyways.

"Here." She entered her phone number with much at ease.

"I deleted my old one, so." She gave it back.

"Okay." She stared at the number to see it as beautiful carvings. She didn't know why.

"Jay." She jabbed him in the rib. "Give her your number." She almost scolded him.

"Oh, right. Yeah. " And it seemed like was trying to hold back a laugh.

He coughed lightly as he held a palm out and Averithe handed him the phone. To which she was much pleasantly obliged to have another number on her list.

"Done." He stated with a final button.

"Great." She flopped it down in the space of her purse.

"So, what do you want to do now?" She asked, almost clasping her hands together and seemingly a lot more excited at her.

Averithe flashed a smile. "I don't know, what do you guys usually d-"

"Oh, we could play some beer pong!" She jittered, her hair bouncing like a bunny. It was, fascinating to watch.

And she couldn't help but bring a smile on her face.

This might sure be a fun day.