Clarabelle shuffled out, luckily the café wasn't too far, so she walked fast. She walked inside and sat in a chair. Ordered a coffee and waited. Clarabelle adjusted her uncomfortable seat every couple of minutes. She arrived at 5:32, it was now 6:46. Where the hell is he? She thought and slumped lower. He stood her up.

Caelan watched by the window. He stayed the whole time. He watched her walk out, not paying attention, she walks right into him.

Clarabelle fixed her sleeve, "Sorry", and looked up, "Never mind." and stalked down an alleyway. Of course, Caelan followed.

"What were you doing in there?"

"I was getting a coffee." she lied.

"For an hour?"

"Uh, yeah." Clarabelle shivered and wrapped her coat tighter around herself. "Caelan?" she asked. He looked at her, anticipating her next words. "Stop following me!"

He frowned, "Why should I?"

"Because, you're like… you're like that vampire from Twilight."

"I resent that." he defended.

"You always know where I am, you keep stalking me, and you're scaring people away from me."

He didn't respond. Clarabelle just registered what she just said. "No, no way."

"What?"

"You're being you."

"I'm sorry?"

"You're doing what you did to Valkyrie. I thought you'd be the one to kill her off."

Caelan froze, "What happened?"

"Didn't you hear? She's dead!"

"Oh."

"Caelan, you're gonna' stalk me and then slurp my blood out of a straw! Just go."

"But-"

"Now." he sagged, turned a heel and blurred away. Clarabelle grunted and cornered left. Something slammed into her side enough impact to make her bounce off the ground. She sat up, nothing broken or scratch; good. She looked at her surroundings, her bag to her left and Dusk to her right. Dusk? Dusk!, she squealed to her feet and stepped by him.

"Dusk?" she shook him, "You OK?"

Dusk appeared by his shabby apartment and walked in. He fell onto his beaten couch and flipped on the T.V. Nothing much was on, he doused off for a few hours. His sleep was disturbed by a rapping at his door. Dusk yawned and walked to the door. Though, it didn't wait for him to open it. The door fell to the ground and Dusk stared at a man in the doorway. Dusk huffed.

"Now? Really?"

"I need you." the man had arrows holstered to his back.

"Drusus, it's bad enough you killed Cain. Why do you need me?"

Hushed smiled cynically, "You tend to forget that you owe me."

"I owe you? I already disabled those Cleavers' protective fields."

"Fine, take it as an I.O.U."

"No." Dusk stumbled by an overfilled countertop and gripped a knife behind his back.

His eyes narrowed, "No? Why not?"

"I'm busy." the words awkwardly lingered over his tongue.

"With what?" that was his cue. Dusk blurred from where he was and pierced the knife thrower Drusus' chest. That was his plan, anyways. As soon as he reacted Hushed loaded his bow. Dusk holding a knife that was gently stabbing the flesh while Drusus' readied arrow was pointing in Dusk's right cheek. They held this uncomfortable position for a second.

"Who hired you?" Dusk finally asked and subconsciously placed the knife back on the counter.

"You'd be surprised."

"Doubt that."

"So, about that favor?"

"It was never really a favor, though." Dusk muttered.

"Great, you'll meet him behind China Sorrows' building." Drusus stepped over the garbage and gripped the knob. "By the way, he won't be the guy you kill." and left.

I'm so sorry I've been away for 3 weeks, my life is hectic! In 2 weeks I'll be in the USA visiting my friend at an awesome lake, and that's for the first week. Second week, I'll be in Ontario, Canada, at a family education thingy. My mom and her bf will be taking classes to learn about a union. And the teens are taking 2-3 classes that are appealing. They won't tell us until we're there on what they are but, yeah, I'll be sleeping on a Murphy bed! And the hotel has free wifi. And the camp offers free food. So, it won't be too bad.