Arriving at Linda's Books-A-Trillion book store Cheyenne made herself ready to deal with Linda and her little message she sent this morning. Walking in she noticed the guy she was dancing with last night. Apparently there was no waiting on either part as they made their way up to the front of the store. He placed a kiss on her cheek as he left the store and Linda in a puddle. Seeing her love jaded friend Linda pulled herself together and waited for Cheyenne to start chewing her out.

"So I take it you got my little message." She said the new shipment of books on the display table.

"Yep but I'm not mad I could really care less about it, but what I wanta know is whats up with you and the guy?" She asked grinning.

"Well Jeff came by and asked me out to dinner and a movie." She responded.

"Cool I mean you deserve it so I'm just gonna grab my books and head into the back room for a moment." Cheyenne said allready making her way to the back of the store.

The bookstore was also like a hippie shop. It had books on anything and everything you could think of and a special back room. A dark lighted room full of incense burners, multiple choices of incense and bongs of difference shape and size. Of course where theres bongs theres weed. Linda's store was famous not for its books but for its weed also. People would come for miles just to get some only because even though weed was legal now it was government approved weed which isnt as strong as real homegrown weed. It was also cheep too which in these times was a major plus for the potheads of america. Cheyenne found some candles and choose Strawberry Kiwi incense to add to her collection at home and left the room. Paying her fee she gathered her things and started to walk towards the door until Linda stopped her.

"Me and kitty are thinking about going back to P3 towards the end of the week you game?" She asked.

Her heart jumped as she thought about running into Chris again. Nodding in approval she left and headed toward Kitty's dance studio.

Parking a block away she locked her car and started walking. The neighborhood was kinda rough and she probably shouldnt walk this far to the studio but its her warm up. The only reason why she went to the studio is to work out. She didnt like gyms so dance was the next best thing. The place closed at 5 so her and Kitty could do whatever they wanted without any interuptions. Walking into the building she continued to studio room 7 the last in the building. Entering the room she saw her friend on the phone. Waving at her Cheyenne made her way to the bathroom to change into her workout clothes. A few short minutes later she came back wearing a simple white tanktop and black pants. She sat on a near by chair as Kitty wraped up her phone conversation. She hung up and looked like she just won the jackpot.

"Whats that about?" Cheyenne had to ask.

"Danny the guy I met last night called me last night but I wasnt home yet and he left a message so I called him earlier today and left him a message. He finally called me back and asked if I wanted to hang out again tomorrow night." Kitty exclaimed.

Cheyenne just sat there in somewhat envy as both her friends had plans with the opposite sex the next few days and she had her apartment and her letters. But she couldnt get mad at them since she clearly did this to herself. Her thoughts were interupted as the loud music flowed through the speakers. She slid off the chair and took her place next to Kitty facing away from her and the huge mirror that took up the wall. Kitty knew why she did it, she was very shy of herself. Cheyenne was a natural dancer and beautiful as anyone else but she just looked as herself as just an average person just trying to live her life as simple as possible. Where people lived with their emotions Cheyenne based everything on logic and fact. During her workout Cheyenne's mind still had her stranger walking through it even though unknown to her he was alot closer than she could imagine.

It was around 5:30 as Chris walked the street of a lonely neighborhood after awakening from his sleep. He walked passed a sliver BMW bug as he laughed at the idiot who would park something this nice in a place like this. He continued to walk then suddenly stopped as he pick up a familer scent. Inhaling deeply into the air his blood soon ran hot as he knew what it was. It was faint but was enough to drive him to follow it. He followed it a block down the road as he approached the dance studio. The closer he got the more strong the scent he knew that she was in the building. As entered the building he passed all the rooms untill he stopped at the last one. Slighting peaking in he saw her sweating and working hard to keep her shape. Chris swore it had to be one of the most erotic things hes ever seen. Being around for almost 200 years he thought he'd seen it all. The movement was so balenced and graceful, it was like the music was coming from her and not the speakers. He saw her blood running through her as his fangs grazed across his tongue. Chris tried very hard to keep the images out of his head as he thought of different ways to make her sweat, none of them having anything to do with dancing. It felt like hours as he stood there watching never thinking about the possibility of being caught by the women. Finally after a set of songs finished playing she playfully fell on the floor telling her friend that she'd had enough for today. He almost laughed as he saw how silly she was when she was relaxed. Just another image to haunt his dreams. Seeing that Cheyenne was heading towards him he quickly disappered with amazing speed to a near by rooftop outside the studio as he watched her exit the building. Pepper spray in hand she was on high alert as she made the walk to her car. Arriving she fumbled with her keys trying to find the right one. Chris was watching during the whole walk but somehow lost her when she turned at the curve. Only when he heard a horrible scream did he know where to look.