When she woke up the sun was shining through the window above her. For a moment she didn't remember where she was. She looked around and her gaze fell on the scarf, now dry and clean.

It triggered her memory.

Holy shit!

She got to her feet, and she was surprised at how good she felt in her whole body, especially considering the fact that she had slept on a cold bathroom floor. That vampire blood really was something.

She could need a little refreshing. Her backpack was nowhere to be seen, so she opened the door out to the hallway. As she picked up her bag, she wondered if vampires slept. He apparently had no problem being out in the daylight. The sun had been high in sky, the day before when he'd destroyed the social office.

Just to be sure she tiptoed back into the bathroom. She wasn't gonna risk waking a morning grumpy vampire.
She took out her toothbrush out and brushed her teeth, while taking a better look around in the room.

It was enormous. In one corner there was a gigantic tub, and in the other a shower, shielded from the room by ornamented glass sides. One of the walls featured a mirror from floor to roof.
She regarded herself in the mirror. "I look like something the cat dragged in," she said out loud. She put down the toothbrush. Longingly she looked at the shower, but decided against it. Instead she found her other set of clothes and quickly changed. She filled the sink and let the dirty clothes soak. Then she brushed her hair. It went all flat immediately, and anoyed she put away the brush, using her fingers to give it a bit more volume. When she was satisfied, she returned her attention to the now completely drenched clothes.

She had only just hung them to dry, when she heard someone knock on the front door. Quickly, she dried her hands. She didn't know if she was supposed to answer it, but on the other hand, that was the kind of thing a butler handled, and she guessed that for now, that was the closest thing she had as a job description.

Hurrying to the door, she took a deep breath before she opened.

Outside stood a tall man at least a head taller than Kirya. He had an oriental look to him. His hair was jet black, falling unruly to his shoulders. He wore a dark grey designer jacket, that should have come with a 10.000 dollar suit, but seemed to fit even better with his blue jeans and black turtleneck.

"Can I help you," she asked.

He looked surprised for a moment, but then it looked like he came to some kind of realization, and he smiled.
Kirya felt like she was the subject of some inside joke, and she didn't like it.

"I need to see Damon." He took a step forward, but she didn't move.

"If you would be so kind as to wait out here, I'll see if he has the time."

She didn't know why she was acting up to this guy. It probably wasn't a very good idea.

"Excuse me?" he hissed, and Kirya saw his canines, at bit too long and pointed to be human, but she held her ground, blocking the doorway.

"What name should I announce?"

"What the fuck! I'm gonna tell you one thing, blood bag. I don't know why Damon hasn't already sucked you dry, but I'll tell you, if you do not get the fuck out of my way, I'm gonna rip your fucking head off!"

It was like his whole facial expression changed. Dark lines formed around his eyes, and suddenly the atmosphere was loaded with tension.

"Screw you." The words just came out her mouth, even though a voice inside her head was screaming at her, asking what in God's name her problem was. Did she really want to get killed?

Her answer clearly took him by surprise, and gave her time to draw the hidden knife she always carried in her boot.

The vampire tensed, getting ready to jump her. She was clearly miles out of her league.

Then a voice sounded from behind her.

"Calm down, Yuki."

Kirya whirled around.

He stood right behind her, leaning casually against the wall. She hadn't heard him arrive, she had been too focused on the guy outside. Remembering him again, she turned back around facing him again. He had eased back looking the way she had first seen him when she opened the door.

"I really thought you were better at keeping your temper." A diabolical smile was playing in the corner of Damon's mouth.

"Letting a girl bring you out of control like that." He returned his attention to Kirya.

"That by the way," he snapped the knife out of her hand, "does not work against us." While he talked, he slowly and effortless bent the blade. Kirya shrugged, taking a step back, as Damon let the ruined blade drop.

"I guess you know the guy."

The guy in question burst out in laughter, startling Kirya completely.

"You really need to tell me where you've found this one." He walked past her, giving her a thorough look on the way.
Damon caught her eyes, about to say something.

She sighed. "Yeah, I know. Invisible is my middle name."

The newcomer, Yuki, chuckled as he followed Damon into one of the rooms she'd peeked inside the other night. It was some kind of office-slash-livingroom thing. They closed the door behind them.

She sighed, and her stomach growled. Realizing that she hadn't eaten anything in the last 24 hours or so, she entered the living room where she'd served Damon scotch the day before. She had caught a glimpse of a kitchen through an open door.

It was right there, and she started to search for something to eat.