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Chapter 3: Bar Hopping

Canterbury, England

Vivienne Edwards groaned. She needed to feed it was the last thing she wanted to do with a term paper to do, an evil roommate to conquer, and a petulant woman hunting for her gate. Yet, it was now or never. Which lead her to going to one of the tackiest bars in the city of Canterbury.

It was the type of bar only tourists would go to, not cool college students like herself, she inwardly laughed as she thought of herself as cool.

Although, physically speaking she would be what many people would consider to be popular. With a tall slim figure, and sleek shiny chocolate brown hair that went to her shoulders and matching eyes, Vivienne Edwards was the type of girl that any girl would want to be. However, Vivienne was far from being the popular girl.

She always kept to herself. It was in part because she was a lot more mature than the rest of her so called age group. Probably because she was thousands of years old while they were just merely teens. In fact, Vivienne was working on her fifteenth degree, this time in Egyptology.

Vivienne was obsessed with history. Perhaps it was because she liked to reflect on the past, since the past was all she had left and it was her own darn fault.

Well, it was also his fault too. But he wouldn't have been able to create the fiend if it hadn't been for her.

She wondered how he was right now, her Ezildur, protecting his own gate. It had been years, both of them stuck on opposite ends of the world. She, in fact, didn't even know where he was. As part of their punishment for their crimes.

No one else had been punished like they had and while she understood why she and Ezildur weren't trusted to be together and why they had to be apart, it was so unfair. There were other couples she could think of (cough, Abbadon and Azrael, cough) that had done just as terrible or more terrible things than she and Ezildur did during the war.

Then again, none of them had created such a monster that had created so much havoc inside the world and that had to be contained at all cost, Vivienne thought. Honestly, she didn't know what Gabrielle's problem was. Why she was trying to disturb the gate that they had all made sure was strong for all these years. Didn't she want that thing to stay buried? But she had already failed at three of Vivienne's false gates.

"Why hello," Vivienne turned to see a sleazy looking American tourist staring at her legs.

She knew she shouldn't have worn this skirt. It was too short. Yet, she needed to feed. And she often found her legs to be her best asset since she was a bit flat chested. She knew she should've been happy. She was getting what she need suitors without even having to use any of her powers, there would be no way any one could detect her here, but she really didn't want to drink the blood from someone like…

"I'm Brad," The tourist said holding out his pudgy hand. "And I'm from the magical land of Wisconsin. That's in America if you don't know"

She rolled her eyes; she could read this humans mind without employ much if any use of the glom. He only wanted one thing from her and while she knew some of her kind like Azrael would laugh at the little human and use their urges to get what she wanted, Vivienne wasn't like that. Familiars should be sacred.

After all, they were the closest thing she got to a deep meaningful relationship.

God, she sounded sad. Maybe she should bite Brad. At least that would get her some satisfaction that she wasn't using her familiars as some substitute for love.

Sometimes Vivienne wondered what she had become. Used to she was the type of girl that wouldn't be wallowing in her thoughts like this or would be letting Brad ogle her like this. Used to she was fierce and passionate, but she had mellowed out throughout the years. In part, because her better half was who knows where all because of her.

And him. He agreed to this separation too.

They said it got easier. That you got used to not having your mate around after awhile, but it didn't. Vivienne knew it and she knew somewhere Ezildur knew it too. Because you wondered. You just had to wonder, what that person was doing wherever they are, and who they were now?

God knows Vivienne had changed since the last time she saw him. Although, she looked practically the same, save for a new haircut and wardrobe. She was no longer the seductive Delilah who he once knew who would easily have pried out every single one of Brad's secrets in by engaging in rapturous conversation, rather she was more observant. Quiet. She had learned her lesson and knew she would continue learning it for the rest of eternity.

She was hoping that her new attitude paid off in hiding the gate. Although, she knew Gabrielle probably meant no harm, after all she was an archangel, she didn't want anyone near that wretched place that she had been burdened with for an eternity to protect.

She sighed as she looked Brad who was continuing to stare at her, despite the fact that she was ignoring him. Looking at her other potential meals, she noticed they didn't look any more appealing than Brad. And it wasn't like she was going to use him like most people would use a familiar, she had promised herself she wouldn't. Not after that last one.

What the heck, she thought as she smiled at him and said, "The name's Vivienne."

Brad smiled back at her. Maybe, he really wasn't that bad, Vivienne thought looking at him. Sure, she knew he only wanted to be laid, but there had been worse. Besides, it wouldn't be that bad if she indulged in his blood. She needed to feed and Brad was there and it wasn't like she'd feed from him again. She wasn't planning on returning to this particular dive anytime soon and graduation was coming soon enough, then she'd be off to another university. Or, gasp, trying to get a job.

She smiled as she thought about maybe going back into teaching. It had been years since she taught, the 1980's actually. And although, she claimed after teaching a class on Victorian Poetry that she never wanted to teach again, she was starting to change her mind. She was getting bored. And being a professor always was interesting when Red Bloods didn't come on to her.

That was the reason she left teaching in the first place and was a bit more selected with her familiars.

His name was Ian. Ian Cushing.

The reason she chose him was that he reminded her so much of her Ezildur. Not in looks so much. Ian did not have her Ezildur's long lithe body, he was actually sort of short, or thick dark curls that gave Ezildur the appearance of a Byronic hero, but there was something about the way Ian carried himself. Or something at least she thought that made him like Ezildur.

Boy was she wrong.

She still grimaced at the thought of Ian what she had to do to him once she found out his true motives. Found out that he had Silver Blood intermixed in his veins.

Nope. Brad was nothing like Ian. For one thing, he was one hundred percent Red Blood. One hundred percent a Red Blood dope. He would be perfect.

Trying to be as seductive as she could, which was unbelievably hard despite her perfect looks, Vivienne smiled at him and wrote the address to a local hotel on a napkin. No need taking him back to her actual place. For one thing she didn't want him in her place, for another thing she didn't want her roommate, Gemma, to start gossiping.

He smiled at her and said and then raised her glass as if to salute her. At this point, Vivienne wanted to throw her drink at him. If she wasn't trying to be a prudent person she would've thrown her drink at him just like Azrael would've. That would have taught him a lesson, but instead she just merely rolled her eyes and said. "I'll see you there, in fifteen minutes?"

He nodded his head and left the bar, via a little push from Vivienne and the glom. As he began to walk away she heard someone applauding. Vivienne then turned around to stare face to face with Gabrielle.

So, she had found her.

Vivienne would've have recognized Gabrielle anywhere despite the fact that she wore a new physical shell. This one of a woman in her late thirties, although looking at her she could've been as young as twenty-five. Inwardly groaning she said, "No. Gabrielle no."

Gabrielle gave her an odd look, although Vivienne was sure it wasn't because Gabrielle didn't understand what Vivienne was trying to convey. Rather, it was because Gabrielle had a problem with the word no.

It was a very well known fact.

Sighing Gabrielle said, "What are you doing in a place like this, Delilah, isn't it beneath you? And you used to have better taste in familiars, no offense, honey, but that guy was creepy. Please tell me you're not going to suck his blood later tonight."

Vivienne glared at her. "Well, I was but now I'm not. Because I have to deal with you."

"Oh, this will only take a second." Gabrielle said flippant as always.

"I don't think so," Vivienne said, "Because if you think you're going to get the gate's location out of me. You're so wrong, Gabrielle."

"Am I," Gabrielle said. "Because if you help me open the gate, Delilah, I can help you find Ezildur."