acontritemess | I came to say hello.

I came to say hello.

[A lot is changing for Enis in a very short period of time. Freedom has its own cost and she's paying for it in full. With her fathers current work destroyed and his notes locked within her head she takes flight with a few samples and materials. Her destination is Seattle.

When she arrives she's wearing a black tank top, dark jeans and combat boots. She's never been allowed the chance to have style and despite the amount of cleavage showing, getting into this club in a usual way would be difficult. Vibrant blue eyes stare at the guard at the door as she steps forward. There is a large black dufflebag in her hand and she walks with the sort of confidence that many yearn for. Enis pauses in front of the werewolf, her expression serious.]

James Taylor, Born in 1982 in Asheville North Carolina, Social Security number 116-47-4831. I am here to see Clayton Young.

Take me to him.

[Her voice is firm and only loud enough for her and the werewolf to hear. She isn't going to broadcast any information about him unless he gives her trouble.]

Or do I need to tell you about your boss too?

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What do they do with the children?

[Animals don't kidnap. That's a distinctly human trait. If they have traits human enough to do that, he can effect them.]

We'll find out when we get there but judging from their activity...

[Enis pauses, her expression growing distant. The screen in Clay's hand goes black as she begins filtering through data. After a minute she blinks, her expression regaining it's usual composure.]

They're eating patterns suggest that the children are already dead. Most likely outcome is that they were used as a food source. Judging on their last psyche evals. [Her brows furrow slightly.] Sadistic tendencies in both...

[He nods. He actually hadn't been expecting anything else.]

Get me a report on their last known location. I have arrangements to make.

[Enis eyes him curiously before nodding her head once.]

I'll be back tomorrow night with your report.

[She has to get her laptop if she's going to put anything together on these two and her laptop is safely hidden away.]

[He nods again, moving to the door to the security room and unlocking it.]

Do you want to meet here or another location?

Here is probably the most secure location in the area.

[If what she's picked up has anything to say about it.]

Unless there is a reason to met somewhere else?

[He nods.]

Here it is, then. The club opens at sundown, but it would be better if you stopped by earlier. I'm not on the clock until then.

I'll be here before sundown.

[She smiles enjoying the pretense of the club.]

I'll be going for tonight. I'll leave the bag under one condition.

[Enis doesn't think that he'll mind.]

You keep it to yourself. I don't need these blood samples getting out. When we're done I am going to destroy them. [She doesn't want his work repeated and she doesn't think that Clay will mind.]

[He nods.] My girlfriend trusts me. If I tell her I'll let her know if it becomes important, she'll accept it.

[And that is literally the only person he would be concerned about knowing what he's up to.]

[Enis nods and then turns towards the door. She doesn't need permission to leave, their conversation is over. She pulls the door open, pausing to look back at Clay.]

Oh, it's nice to see you again.

[It's nice to see that he's sane. It's a strange sense of hope considering her own condition.]

[It would be more accurate to say that he's not completely insane, but he wouldn't argue the point either way. From the moment he'd laid eyes on her, he'd thought she'd looked familiar, but it was a hazy memory.

Her saying that made a lot of sense, though.]

Sorry I don't remember you. I was a little sedated at the time.

You probably wouldn't.

[She doesn't seem to really care either way. Without looking back again she leaves the room and begins to make her way from the high landing, aiming for the guard at the door who held her gun.]

[Luther has been watching with passing interest since the girl arrived at their door, even more so when Clay took her up to the security room, the most private area of the club itself, and spent a good bit of time there before she left without him. The scent of blood didn't reach his nostrils as the door to the security room opened, meaning either Clay was fine, or she'd killed him some other way. His keen, vampiric eyes detected a hint of movement through the one-way glass, though, which ruled out the latter, which gave him liberty to continue tracking this curious newcomer.

All this happened and was noted within three seconds, which gave him the time to flit through the crowd, faster than human eyes could track, and intervene with her leaving, slowing as he approached her side.]

Good evening, miss. Leaving so soon?

[She looks over at Luther, recognizing him from his photo as the owner of this club.]

My work is done.

[She doesn't have a reason to stay, not yet anyway.]

[Luther nods. That much was obvious.]

Most strangers don't come to my club for business I don't know about.

[Enis turns to look at him, her vibrant blue eyes traveling up from his jaw to meet his eyes. She studies him for a moment, her expression calm and unreadable.]

Ask Clay, it's more his story to tell than my own.

[She doesn't have anything to say about herself.]

Excuse me Luther.

[He inclines his head.]

You seem to have me at a disadvantage. [He smiles.] And you are?

[Enis cants her head to the side, dark hair spilling over her shoulder as she looks up at him. She doesn't think she'll be getting out of this conversation so she might as well get it over with.]

It'd be silly of me to walk into a club and not know it's proprietor.

[Her lips tug into something that almost looks like a smirk.]

Enis Edrin.

[A name that means nothing even if googled, Enis made sure of that.]

[He raises an eyebrow.] That is actually a very uncommon practice.

[He inclines his head.] It's a please to meet you, Enis Edrin.

[She notes his first comment but doesn't reply. She isn't really sure what's normal and what isn't though she does know that the internet is no place to learn common practices.]

No need to be so formal.

[She'd given him her full name out of respect.]

First names are enough.

[An easy smile teased his lips as he watched her speak. She had a strange grace to her he found both attractive and intriguing.]

Then it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Enis.

[Almond eyes gaze into her's for just a moment.]

You have beautiful eyes.

[Enis can understand basic things: pleasantries, social structures and other concepts that are easily explained through the written word. She doesn't understand compliments. Her lips part, her brow furrowing slightly as her reply slips through her fingers like shifting sand.]

That's one way to describe them.

[When she finally replies her words are short and her demeanor defensive.]

[That's an interesting reaction, he smirks, standing more confidently, but leaning ever so slightly closer to her.]

I could be more descriptive. They're the color of light through sheets of ice. Enchanting, really.

[Enis is slowly losing her footing in this conversation. More than anything she wants to leave but she's finding that task increasingly more difficult with each passing second.]

Do you stare at sheets of ice often?

[That playful smirk never left his lips.]

I've found a few sheets rather recently I could star into for quite some time.

I came to say hello.

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