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[Tristan Malachi Angelus]

Tristan had been in detroit for the past month gathering information on the pureblood that turned him. He had learned of the houses in the city, and of their heads. He also gained information that theere were other creatures lurking about the city. Lycans is what they were called, he wasn't expecting that.

A few nights ago he overheard some vamps speaking of a weapon and who the targets were. Van Sciver was the name he heard, as he walked down the empty streets looking for a meal it repeated in his head. He wanted to approach this man, but didnt know how to go about it. Perhaps schedule a meeting, first he had to learn where this house of his was.

[Abigail Whistler]

Abigail had decided to go hunting alone tonight. She dressed up for the occassion in tight black leather pants, black boots, a long sleeve black shirt with a red leather vest/small leather coat with a small shoulder bag slung over her shoulder. This was her "I'm an innocent little party girl" outfit. She used this to attract vamps and other supernaturals out at night; it made it easier to hunt.

Inside of her shoulder bag was her electronic high tech foldable bow, and foldable arrows. She also had an assortment of knives.

She picked a spot near some sketchy bars to do her hunting. It hadn't been an eventful evening yet, but there was still time. As she leaned against the brick wall of shadowy ally, she heard footsteps.

[Tristan Malachi Angelus]

Tristan turned the corner, his mind lost in thought rather than on his surroundings. He really needed to be more careful, being caught off guard was not something he liked. He walks slowly looking at his surroundings. He found the task of feeding so tedious, he did not truely enjoy it.

He watches as a drunk exits the bar past the alley and makes his way. Not a great choice but it'll do for now. He passes the alley sensing a presence as he moves slowly past. He turns his head slowly and sees a girl standing there. He continues eyeing her something isn't right about her, he thought as he continued past.

[Abigail Whistler]

Abigail knew she was being watched by a man walking by the mouth of the ally. She was only 10 feet away him so she figured she'd try it. She pulled out her cell phone and punched in random numbers and waited.

"Becca, becca you there?", she said into the phone, pretending to talk to someone. "I can't hear you...what? The Succubus Club is WHERE?! Becca I'm losing you...Damn it!" She growled and hung up the phone on the non-existing Becca. "Damn phone. I never get service."

She looked up at the man passing the ally and trotted up to him. "Umm, excuse me, but I think I'm lost."

[Tristan Malachi Angelus]

Tristan slowed his pace to a stop as he heard her voice. Even as he turned to face her something about her unerved him. His eyes pierced hers, as she spoke to him. "I'm sorry Miss can't be much help to ya, just moved into the city. " He said is his deep english accent. She didnt seem to fit into this part of the town, that much he could make out.

[Abigail Whistler]

"Oh, okay. Thanks anyway." Abigail knew she was drawing this out. Usually hunting supernaturals didn't take this long, but she couldn't tell if he was just a human, or more than human. Abigail went to walk away and stopped, and turned back to the man. "Do you have a cell phone by any chance? Mine isn't working and I think my friend gave me the wrong directions. I bet you can tell by the way I'm dressed." She smiled sheepishly.

[Tristan Malachi Angelus]

"No problem." He said turning from her, but stopped at her voice again. He turned round once more. "Seems I'm no help at all today, haven't bothered to pick one up yet. G'night hope you find your way." He was not looking to stir up any trouble yet, he was interested in only one thing, at that was getting the pureblood. This girl was definitly trouble he could feel it.

[Abigail Whistler]

"Oh, that's alright.", she said responding to him not having a cell phone. "Goodnight to you too.", she said, letting a look of uneasiness wash across her face as she glanced around.

Come on, she thought to herself. Is he really just going to let a girl who's dressed like I am wander around by myself? She almost snorted sarcastically. He probably doesn't give a damn. Abby he's not worth it. There are plenty of creeps out tonight, don't waste your time on this guy. You're not even sure if he's more than human.

With that thought going through her head, she turned around and started to walk away, even though some part of her wanted him to stop her.

[Tristan Malachi Angelus]

Tristan spotted the look on her face before she turned away. When he was alive he would have went for a girl like that even now he felt he would have. Theres was something about her he just couldn't put his finger on it though. He went to turn around but his legs didn't move. What if your wrong. He thought to himself, as he watched her walk away.

He knew he shouldn't but either way he was jogging slowly to catch up with her. He slowed his pace walking beside her now, "Sorry, mind if I walk with you a bit love?" He said with his charming smile.

[Abigail Whistler]

Abigail continued walked as the man sidled up next to her. She smiled at him. "I'm actually kind of glad your with me; I don't want to be alone out here too long. She let her eyes flicker from shadow to shadow. "This area isn't the best place to be wandering around alone."

"What's your name? Mine is Abigail Whistler." She studied his face carefully as they continued to walk. Vampires and other supernatural beings in Detroit had become familiar with her last name due to her Dad, Abraham Whistler. The name wasn't as widely known as Blade's was, but it was another name on a list that supernaturals watched out for. If the man recognized the name, she'd know it.

[Tristan Malachi Angelus]

"A pleasure to meet you, Abigail." He said with a smile as he extended his hand to her. "I'm Tristan Angelus." He said as they continued to walk. "Where exactly are we going." He said with a smirk as they continued on slowly. "Like I said, Im not from around here."

[Abigail Whistler]

She took his name and shook it. "Nice to meet you, Tristan." She glanced around as they continued to walk. "I was supposed to meet some friends at this place called The Succubus Club, but they gave me the wrong directions.", she lied. "So I guess we're heading there, wherever that may be. By the way, where are you from?"

[Tristan Malachi Angelus]

He guessed he'd walk with her a bit. He could tell she was lying, he was good at reading people. He made no notice of it on his face though. He wanted to learn more about her, and her interest in him. "I'm from Wales, just arrived here about a month ago. And you? Have you always lived here?" He said walking steadily as they moved out of the questionable part of the city.

[Abigail Whistler]

OOC: Not sure where Abigail is from originally. I'm not sure if they mentioned that in Blade: Trinity.

"No, I haven't always lived here. I traveled a lot as a kid, but I've been in Detroit for a couple of years now." She knew she was being evasive, but she wasn't about to tell Tristan the details of where she grew up if she was going to kill him. If he wasn't anything supernatural...well there was always later for the details.

Looking up at Tristan she asked, "Did you say you were from Wales? Wow, that's pretty far away." As Abigail spoke she pushed back her brown, wavy hair, revealing her neck. The neck tended to be a favorite spot among vampires, because in the neck is where the jugular vein is located. Blood pumps pretty heavily through that area, and Abigail knew just how distracting the neck could be to a vampire. If Tristan was a vampire, than it would be hard to resist staring at her smooth, naked neck. "What brought you to Detroit?"

[Tristan Malachi Angelus]

Tristan nodded, he didnt even know why he was still hanging around. After all he was out for a meal, but he still wanted to know more of this girl. "I've done a bit of traveling myself." He said simply. He nodded at her question, "Yes, I am." He eyes trailed down from her eyes, towards the hand pushing back her hair. She was good revealing her neck like that he glanced back up at her though unphased. A few years ago that might have triggered his thirst instantly, but he was more controled now.

"Business." He said finally. "Well that and a change of scenery. Ive wanted to come to the states for some time." He said shortly, they had been walking for some time now. Their direction still uncertain he looked around the city around them looking much different, "I should really be going soon."