Someday came suddenly...

((Is Keres going to post now, or should I?))

{{...Oops. Sorry, guys.}}

Chara turned from watching the manager to glance at the man just in time to see him snuff out his smoke on the new-looking carpet as Avidita waved her along to say hello. She looked up at him while Avidita introduced herself, but her head was snapped sideways to the left when she smelled blood. A girl with a green sweater now dyed a heady shade of crimson was crying as she was led by a box boy from a store room in the back, sobbing about how useless she is. Chara's eyes dilated, and her mouth started to water slightly as the slender fangs slipped past her gums to touch her bottom lip, drawn to the scent of metallic iron. She stepped toward her, fingers flexing as if to grab, and growled, not able to stop herself from lunging.

As Avidita grabbed his shoulder, the tall goth stopped his march toward the door and turned to face her. My name...What was it again? Acedia. Male makes it Acedion. Shorten it to Dion. Second name Tristitia...Tristan. Oh, wait, that's the name of this lousy body I'm in. Yeah, Tristan Humpfry, that's a good human name.
"Well, Avidita, call me ...uh.... Tristan." He said, while searching in the pockets of his black coat for a black pack of black sigarets. He found them, took one out of the pack, put it on his pale lips. "Why d'you wanna know?" He stared her in the eyes. Acedion's eyes, they were blue. Scary blue eyes, located in deep eyesockets, deep by starvation. "What's so interesting about someone like me?"
Then, his eyes shot at Chara, who was drooling over the bloody arm of the girl like a zombie over a skull full brains. His mind send out another psychic message, as his hands found a lighter in one of his other pockets and lit the kretek. And the sweet smell of burned tabacco and cloves filled the air once again. That's a very bad idea, sister. His creepy mental voice ran filled the psychic frequencies, but sounded distant and hollow. Like a voice from the outside that infiltrates your dreams while you're sleeping, sounding strange, yet natural as it is interwoven in the fabric of your thoughts. Bad idea, you hear.

Chara was jerked out of her trance by an echoing voice, deep and male. It's only source would be the tall man, who she'd heard his name was Tristan. Avidita's voice broke through her thoughts as well, and Chara glared at the girl before taking her bags from a frightened clerk and stalking over to where Tristan and Avidita were standing.

"Sorry, guys." She said, smiling slightly. The fangs had slipped back into her gums, leaving Chara's appearance normal once again. She stared up at Tristan, into his shocking blue eyes, and felt that recognition again. Tucking a lock of long blonde hair behind one ear, Chara looked at Avidita. "Where did you want to go to talk, I've got nothing else to do here."

Tristan just let him get tugged away by Avidita. It was not like he really cared. He had no plans after all. Took a long drag from the sigaret. Just go with the flow. "And what do you want to know?" He asked in his soft apathic voice. He too had the feeling of recognition once again. There was no way this could be merely a trick of this inferiour human mind. Could it be? Could I have encountered two Sisters in the same place on the same time? What are the odds? Is it even possible?

((I don't want to let this one die. Keep on posting. Yeah, that's the spirit (vodka )!))