She came here too often lately. Still waiting for Odin? Always waiting for Odin.. It was realy waiting for Odin or was it just: there was no better place in Oak to hang out? Even though the bar wasn't really different, the atmosphere being dark, the hidden personalities in here, it was open more often and other people had joined here too.

It seemed more open, more normal citizen joined. That's what she was looking at, the people. Sightseeing inside, very effective. Especially with eyes like hers. She was drinking a normal cup of tea, something she could have enjoyed when she was a human but the taste was rather blank.. there was nothing. It didn't even taste like water did. Which made her frown and look with a frowny face at the cup before she put it down.

Dressed in a dark red dress and her hair down made her stand out a little. New people that entered looked at her and she looked at them. It was getting annoying the vibe of blood. There was someone at the bar that had just cut his hand on a broken glass. There was a girl on the other side that might have cut her finger during peeling an apple or something because there was blood and a wound at her finger. Even so small and all, it was visible to her. A guy opposite her more at the door than at the back like her, had bumped his head on something because there was a wound hidden by his hair, but she could see the drops. She looked at the pet that was next to her chair.. "It's not fair now, is it my dear." Victoire only raised her head and shook it. They started to trust each other a little more now, since the change that was.

There was a new person coming in and Nastasya her eyes had followed him shortly. He wasn't bleeding, which was actually a relieve. She turned back to Victoire to see if the pole fox needed anything but she seemed to enjoy the warm company of the people and the little bit of fire that was behind them. Which was weird for a fox with ice powers but hey no one knew and no one was going to explain.

Her eyes scanned the room again and saw the new guy sitting at the table opposite her. When their eyes met, he lifted his glass as a greeting and she smiled a little. She took her own glass and copied the gesture. Maybe it was nice to get over and get to know him but she tried to keep far away from people because of the change. However she would still have to work with her guild members and well yesterday also happened and she had no idea why not apart from that one good reason. That's when Victoire did the work for her. The small fox walked towards the young man, it must have been something she felt or smelled but when Nasty called her out, the fox didn't return. Fine..

She stood up and took her cup of tea. "Sorry for her. She has never been so curious." she said as she eyed Victoire standing next to Aonaka and looking at him with her blue eyes.

Nastasya couldn't help but feel happy when the stranger said Victoire was graceful. That indeed she was and pretty with her silvery white fur. She smiled again a little, it was surprising how much she had smiled to this person, that wasn't really like her. But she didn't care about it right now.

Victoire didn't seem like she wanted to leave and was reading whole stories in the smell of well probably his pets as he explained. She nodded when he made the statement. It did explain a few things. She actually didn't like that Victoire let herself be petted by this stranger but it was up to the fox not to her. "Thank you." she said after the seat opposite his was offered to her and she went to sit down, making sure to do it gracefully herself with the dress on. "I think companion is the better word for the stubborn little beast that she is. I found her in the woods, unconcious. I took her to the vet and she has decided to stay with me." She said and looked with a loving gaze at Victoire, "Strange how easy you get attached to such a little beast. But you have a bird as your companion?"

She was still holding her tea cup but she looked rather amused. What role would she play today. What would she be apart from her annoying vampire self it would be more interesting to play something else. Iny Miny Moe. She gave a small smile again and let Victoire walk back to her and jump on her lap.

He offered her a cigarette which made it clear what role she would play. She took one and thanked him again, she asked him for his lighter, said she left hers. It would be a nice way to look like a classy lady. She softly petted Victoire between her ears. She listened to him, watched him closely, "You seem very attatched to your bird. I hope Victoire and I get a bond like that when I am able to spend more time with her." She listened to him some more and he said his name, which brought again a smile on her face and she first took an inhale of the cigarette, exhaled before she replied, "Nastasya."

She gracefully had taken his lighter to lit up the cigarette and blow the first bit of smoke out of her mouth. Aonaka added that there was clove in the cigarette and she looked at the cigarette that she was holding between two fingers in her right hand, "I already like this one better than my own." She admitted and she thought about the time she had done smoking, which was a long time ago and even not for a long time but it was good she had done it, so she wouldn't faulter and cough herself to hell and back.

Since her tea wasn't that important to her, she simply continued to smoke and not focus on the drink. It all tasted like nothing. So she was actually surprised (but didn't show) that she could taste the cigarette and the clove in there. She nodded when he said he always had some sort of connection with animals, that would come in handy. She looked at Victoire in her lap when Aonaka pointed it out, "You may have a point. But we have had our ups and downs. I think she has had quite some downs before I found her. So maybe I see ghosts that aren't there. I'm just not used to it. I traveled a lot so everything is different. I'm here already for quite a while."

Than came the time to introduce each other, he started. She eyed him. She had never thought about using other people. She had heard Yumi her comments in the back of her head. It was getting slightly annoying, she had seen the Khorne gathering. She had thought about what the others did but she had always been al-. Did it matter, she just met the guy. She shook her head slowly with a tiny smile on her lips as she said her name, "It comes from the name Anastasia and it means Reborn." It was more accurate since the last couple of days than it had ever been.

When he ordered new tea, she asked for a new one since this one got cold. She eyed the pub quickly, her lilac eyes scanning for the people covered in blood in her eyes. They were so easy to see. She wanted them to leave, and fast. Her gaze turned back to Aonaka when he asked her what she was doing, he asked it rather politely. Which gave her a reason to answer. "You are right I am a mage," she couldn't help but chuckle when he mentioned that the most looked barbaric, "Oak owns its barbaric state to the Guild of Phantom Lord. You could describe them as Chaotic Neutral, I bet there are a few big people in there that won't really stay neutral but the town took over the alignment." she obviously wasn't going to tell him she was part of Grimoire Heart. So there had to be a reason to why she was here. "I used to travel a lot. I lost my family not a long time ago and I just couldn't stay in Orchidia to bear with the burden. I actually sort of ran away to here." She tried to make her eyes turn a bit bigger and demanded tears to show up in the corner of her eyes. She had acted for so long that she might almost forget who she really was, but the tear was there, one was enough, in the corner of her left eye. She brushed it away and muttered an apology.

He had forgotten his name, and he picked a new one. That's more or less what she had to do for her job as Grimoire Heart member but she sometimes forgot and she could curse herself again and again if she full automatism gave her normal name. She should really stop doing that. But it was too late, it wasn't possible to fix it so she should just go on with her act of a classy lady. She finished the cigarette not much later and put the last part in the ashtray, "It sounds like a nice name." she answered when he said his new name Aonaka sounded fine enough.

She waved his sorry away, she had pulled that act many times, it wasn't a problem. Maybe it was good if he left, maybe he would forget her name too. But actually she liked his company. She took her cup of tea from the waiter because if he would put it on the table, she wouldn't be able to reach. She wasn't even bothered by the fact that it was hot, "Don't worry about it. I totally got what you mean. There are some people that like to misuse their powers." If only he knew that she was a blood magic user, he might think different of her. They talked about Phantom Lord shortly, and he seemed to get the idea about the town before Aonaka asked her if she was in a guild. As if she would tell, "I am not part of a Guild. I don't have the feeling one really fits my way of living." she gave as some statement, "You will learn that Guilds all have there way of handeling stuff. For example Phantom Lord is from what I have heard a rather solo Guild. You are just there in case of back up. Fairy Tail on the other hand is like family. I am not certain about all Guilds since I do not participate in any. If I would look at some, it would be Lamia Scale, I would say that one is rather neutral on what really fits with them and what does not. For example Blue Pegasus seems to be for only the pretty people. Not my style." She gave a warm smile when she finished that, mentioning all the Guilds that were known in public, "Of course you could also join the Rune Knights but that also isn't really my thing."

After that she tried to fake the pain of losing a family. She didn't feel bad about them, she killed 3 of them herself. It wasn't a problem. He seemed to be focusing on where she had wiped away the tear, something that brought her joy that she was still hiding, it wasn't a moment to show that. It was her moment to apologize again, "Oh yes, we could leave. I must admit that I rather like your company. I'm sorry." It was something she added softly, as if she got the feeling that she was actually pushing him away from her. But it was all play, she was rather liking this one. This act was becoming one she might remember the most.

Nastasya had given her speech about the guilds. Adding that she wans't exactly sure, which was true. She belonged only to one Guild and since Grimoire Heart was a secret, she didn't tell anything about them, for obvious reasons as well. She forced a blush to enter her cheeks when Aonaka said a woman like her should be able to join a Guild like Blue Pegasus, "You are just teasing," she answered but you could see that it made her happy because she was smiling.

She eyed him shortly when he put on his coat, she wondered what kind of person he was as she had just paid for her own tea. It was not a problem but it was something that she could use to try and find out what kind of personality he had. She left as the first of the two of them out of the building, she thanked him with a warm smile and looked if Victoire was next to her, "Have you been in Oak before?"

She looked up at him when he started to mumble which ended into him saying he didn't like this town. She couldn't help but laugh about it, "It is rather parculiar, isn't it?" she said with a soft chuckle, "It has it's charm if you only know where to find it. I love the Church, I'm not an illumin myself but it's a nice building," to destroy, "Or the gallery, we could go there, if you like art that is."

Nastasya was curious as to how Aonaka came here. Most of the people that ended up here had a job to do, such as herself but also as the Phantom Lord members and probably the Knights. she didn't know what to think of why he was here, that's why she asked if he had been in Oak before, trying to find little information that she could connect to other information. However he asked if he was in Fiore, to be sure and she couldn't help but chuckle, "Yes, yes you are." She tried to stop laughing, "Sorry," She started, "It sounded more funny than it is. I have never been outside of Fiore myself." was all she added to explain her laughing, it was indeed not even funny but maybe for her in this situation it was.

He easily explained himself and she nodded, she had been a traveler too, only she did had enough money to go everywhere and return home to find the person she had been looking for, for months, "I know exactly what you mean. I thank god can live of quite an amount of inheritance money but I need to keep my eyes open for jobs that fall into my personality description. As i said before, this is a town based on Phantom Lord and that's what you will find the most." Rough and Tough people that needed jobs and were used to living in a not entirely friendly way of cooperating with each other. Nothing she didn't like, she was glad to be with people like that instead of the fake people that did everything to be nice.

She suggested the Church or the Art Gallery to him and she listened to him, explaining somewhat what he would prefer. It was nice, how he talked and she could try to find her way in his thinking. She looked at him sideways as she went on to walk around Oak and when he told her the Church would be the place, she gave a warm fake smile and nodded, "Of course, follow me." and she went on to go to the Church, which had been her task, with Caius but the thing hasn't happened yet. Maybe it was time to find  Yumi soon and ask.

The church was a big building, you could see some things that might needed to be fixed and she was a little bit hesitant to enter the building at first, so she remained outside to show the building first, "Doesn't it look marvelous?"[/color]

She couldn't help but laugh again, it seemed that Aonaka didn't mind but she tried to stop herself, it actually didn't fitted her character for today much. She needed to stay the classy lady. So at least she hid her smile with her left hand. As they continued to walk, Victoire darted away from somewhere out of no where and her little white paws were covered in mudd.  Nastasya rolled her eyes, "I told you many times Victoire. You will need to bathe everytime otherwise the hotel kicks us out."

They talked, continued, she pointed out shops, maybe he could use some hints right now, she didn't know when he arrived afterall. It wasn't a happy city where they would tell you everything you needed too know. Everything in this village could be dangerous, but she didn't add that obviously. They passed the alley in which she turned, and her purple eyes lingered a bit longer on there but not noticable. She listened to him again, turning her head slowly and nodding and telling her own, where obviously the question came from if she was from a wealthy family, she again nodded, let her eyes follow Victoire who was darting in front of them. She had to look absent minded, "Well you could say so. However since I'm the last living person of my family, it's rather a wealthy person." She didn't say her name yet, she had already messed up by giving her real name instead of the name she always used. How stupid of her. She was actually more curious to him and she blinked rapidly to make it look like she didn't want to cry. He said he had lost his name, she should have asked but it was now that they were talking, not really like before.

The topic changed to jobs, as she knew there were petty ones here, she had to keep her act going. And to remember. "Well, petty they are indeed," especially those they could all have done themselves, "I keep kids from stealing, since that's a good cause. I ask nicely for people to pay their landlord, also a nice cause, saves fighting and corruption. But that's about it." Which was obvious a lie but she covered most of the things that were needed here.

She asked if it wasn't marvellous and he seemed to like the building very well. He walked to the door and she hesitated a little bit more, what if they would recognize her? Well she had a different air over her so probably not besides she and Odin had escaped the wrath of the priests, run through the catacombs and came back and no one arrested her, she was fine.
She smelled it before she heard him, her eyes which were normally purple turned into bright red orbs without her knowing. She started to breath rapidly and took a step away from Aonaka whom didn't seem to notice it at this moment. Victoire came to her feet but she kicked her away softly, she needed to keep control.

It felt as if her fangs were growing, but it was just the pressure of needing the blood. She had been in control all day but seeing it, smelling it alone with fresh air and not combined with sweat, this close. It was difficult to breath. She swallowed hard and tried to stand up straight again and remove her hand from her mouth, but it didn't work yet. It was still too much, thank god he didn't turn around, "Good idea." she said with a strained voice, "Fix it first."

It was only a matter of time before he would turn around and would see her and she tried with all the might and power that she had in her, to stop. She was fighting herself so bad, and she thought being a vampire wouldn't be such a problem. But apparently she couldn't handle the fresh blood that she smelled now. Why did hands bleed so much, why because every damn muscle kept pulling itself back and forth. Keept straining, kept bleeding, started dripping.

Since she was hunched over, he didn't noticed immediately. He probably thought she would faint any minute because of the sight of blood. Which would be a nicer way. However she could feel him muttering and stopping before he finished the word completely off. Her eyes looked up, the red orbs at his eyes, she could see some fear and she saw the step back, while she took the step closer. She couldn't help it, her hands stretched, made it some sort of hug, she hugged him, tightly, too strong for him maybe. She could smell the scent of human, feel almost his blood streaming and before she knew it her fangs were in the right side of his neck and she was drinking blood. His blood.

She had even liked him, it was ridiculous what she was doing. As soon as she was strong enough to resist, she let go, "Sorry." she let go of him completely and turned around, whistled once for Victoire and ran away, quickly to her hotel. Crying because strangers were okay but strangers whose name she knew, were a bit less than okay.