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Angeles came down the stairs to talk of the woman whom she only knew as the one who buried Tyler alive. Naturally that was not a flattering light but Angeles said nothing and walked into the kitchen. There was one thing she wanted to try.

As discretely as she could she took some of the chocolate syrup drink mix and some of the blood from the cupboard. She mixed the two in a small glass and studied it hard before lifting it to her lips.

She sputtered and spit the dark concoction into the sink and coughed slightly, turning on the water and rinsing what she spat out out of the sink then the glass. Blood and chocolate were not a good combination after all.

"Nothing yet," Azana answered, "though I took the liberty of typing up a copy of that list...trying to decipher those chicken-scratches was making me go blind."

Sosol got to work on the drink, hearing Angeles' coughs from the kitchen. The curse again...? He wondered as he put together Chris' order in a new record time.

((Dammit, I've gotta run. I hope I can be on later tonight, but I doubt it. See y'all tomorrow morning, otherwise.))

"You do," said Angeles emerging from the kitchen drinking a glass of normal blood. She walked over and put her forefinger to the center of Remy's forehead, "you're young and devilishly fiendish enough to kidnap someone and give them the time of their lives. Not to mention handsome, just be sure to drink enough," she finished and made her way to the stairs again, absent-mindedly brushing her hand against the still activated collar.

"Yup fiendish," said Angeles over her shoulder before running into the wall, "ow," she rubbed her chest which had taken the brunt of the attack and looked up at the wall. She had missed it? How did she miss the giant hole that led to the stairs?

"It's in my nature to think the worst," said Angeles, rubbing her head next and turning around to face Remy, "it is also in my nature to be honest. As blasphemous as that sounds due to my more recent activities...."

"Did you not think yourself handsome?" asked Angeles walking over to the young vampire with a look mixed between curiosity and concern before she took his chin and tilted his head to look into her eyes, "not to mention the vampiric blood has a property meant to enhance beauty, to make one more appealing to prey. Its a wonder the women of this in are not all smitten with your appearance. Maybe it's because they're all pretty much taken by another."

"Hm," she said leaning a bit closer to him, her cold breath brushing against his lips, "you should begin to think more highly of yourself," she said quietly before stepping away from him, trailing her fingers away from his chin and again heading for the stairs, "also, don't allow yourself to be so taken with a woman full of praise. Hunters would be able to kill you easily using that sort of weakness."

Angeles turned around, a bit of challenge in her eyes, "is that so? I believe I am a bit more confident in myself than you are in yours. After all Pride is my deadly sin as it is for many vampires, even the one known as Dracula, and like he Pride has led many of us to our demise. So, yes, I believe I have room to speak."