Saya looked in the direction of the rapidly rising sun, "Lets use the shadows while we can." She suggested. Both moved into an alleyway off to their right, standing in what little dark was left. Their forms seemed to become enveloped in an impenetrable black ink and they sank to the ground like liquid shadow. The shadows slithered quickly along the ground for several minutes, covering miles in a short amount of time.

They turned into an old manor and went underneath the doors, making their way into the basement. The pair slipped underneath yet another door; only this one was seven inches of solid steel set in a concrete floor. There was no lock or latch or any means to get it open. In fact, it looked like part of the cement. The only thing that would draw any attention to it at all was a 10-inch crack in the floor about a centimeter wide.

The two non-corporeal forms slipped through the crack and down into the room below, then became Aubrey and Saya once again. Saya immediately collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion, bloody sweat furrowing on her brow. Aubrey, too, was drained, but he maintained his composure, standing straight and showing no signs of tiredness.

Saya crawled across the carpeted floor and up onto the plush bed. The room was slightly larger than the basement above, and more 'lived in' than the rest of the house, so to speak. There were no windows and numerous lamps and light fixtures lighted it. A queen-sized bed covered in scarlet blankets was placed in the far left corner against the wall, with a nightstand at its side. A large oak desk with many cords and papers sat at the foot of the bed, and here Saya placed her laptop.

Aubrey sank down onto a black leather couch placed in the center of the room. He rested his feet on the red wood coffee table in front of him and leaned back, enjoying the comfort. Many paintings and sculptures lined the walls, but there was an obvious lack of any mirrors. Or any reflective surfaces for that matter. Saya got up and lay down on the couch, placing her head in Aubrey's lap. He played with her black hair absently and stared at the wall, lost in one thought or another. He shook his head to clear his mind and fished through the pocket of his faded black jeans, jolting Sayas head a bit. She grumbled a little and repositioned herself, closing her eyes and going back to sleep.

Aubrey pulled out a small cell phone and punched in numbers, then waited for it to ring. "Decarlo." A ruff voice answered on the other end. "Its Chazar, I need transportation by nightfall." Shifting could be heard and the ruffling of someone rummaging through papers. "Done. Will be there 5 minutes after sunset." The line went dead and Aubrey clicked the cell phone shut. He leaned his head against the back of the couch, the pressure of Saya on his lap comforting.

His black eyes scanned her still form, calloused fingers dancing gently across the exposed flesh of her stomach for a brief instant. Cold. The absence of the rise and fall of her chest was an obvious give away that this young girl, no more than 19 in physical age, was no longer counted among the living. She looked out of place in these new ages, as did many of the old ones.

Her dark skin had paled little since her embrace. That accompanied with her slanted eyes and coal black hair gave her away as Egyptian, among other things. The jeans and cotton t-shirt she was in seemed misplaced on her.

The scantily clad robes of her ancient people would have been a more appropriate choice. Unfortunately, that was not an option for her. Though how many people would question the odd choice of dress was uncertain in such a random place like New York. The freaks, odd balls and high crime rate made it easy hiding and choice hunting grounds.
Aubrey growled at the word. Hiding. There should be no need to hide. The children of Caine were higher on the food chain, they were the predators of the living world, what need did the immortal have for hiding? Yet they did, as they had for thousands of years.
The Sabbat had grown weary of the Masquerade, and had stopped indulging in the rules and regulations, much to the Camarillas displeasure. It's about time we stopped this foolish game of hide and seek. He thought to himself.

He came out of his revelation and looked at his watch. He had been thinking for a while now and the time was drawing nearer to leave. Rousing the sleeping childer on his lap would be some task, as waking any vampire before sunset would be.

Aubrey sighed and stood, knocking Saya off his lap. She did not stir at the movement, only recoiled into a more comfortable position. He rolled his eyes and withdrew a dagger from its sheath on his ankle. A quick flick of the tip across his finger and a crimson black drop emerged from the small cut.

After smearing the vitae across Sayas lips, he gingerly licked the tiny wound, and it closed up immediately, no mark left to speak of.

Saya's eyes popped open as she licked her sires blood off her lips. Already he was moving around, gathering what few items were needed. She savored what little blood she had received and stretched, ignoring the pull of habit to yawn as well.
Aubrey tossed the necessities into a small duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder, "Are you ready yet?" Saya eyed him groggily and grabbed her beloved computer, clutching it to her chest, "Yes." She stated blankly. "Now how are we getting out of here without burning?"
"Like we always do. The sun will be down in..." He looked at his watch briefly, "3 minutes." She blinked, "It's really been that long?" He nodded, making a few strands of raven hair fall into his face. He brushed it away absently and moved under the crack, which was more visible from underneath.

The Egyptian girl did likewise. Their bodies faded into the surrounding darkness

simultaneously, leaving only two foggy masses were they had stood. Both moved up and thought the 'exit' and into the house above before zipping under the front door and into the awaiting limo.

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