The sun stood high in the sky streaking it's ray's of golden light on this portion of the world, just past the midday. But to a creature of the night such as Dieas these ray's where a chain on the vampires power's that would only be broken by sunset. This meant that if there was any fighting to be dune it would be left up to Skill. Both men stood before another sun of Adam. This man clutched a briefcase in his hand as if it was nothing more then a child's toy, and the constance less important then the grass he stood apon. The man's black hair was oily his close unkempt. He was a member of a local gang who had stumbled apon something of grate value to one of the men standing be for them. Who had come to claim it, first they had planed on claming it with green paper. But the man had changed the deal, not that they where unwilling to pay but they had not brought the amount necessary for the mans changed deal.

A few cars zoomed on the concrete over overpass above them in down town. This was the part of town no one carried a bought, the part that buricrat's tried to ignore its very existence. Boarded up building's lined one side of the street, the other was lined by grass that had resiliently managed to grow with only the scarce light of the sun that was not blocked by man wish for faster travel. Where the grass ended a fence began and where the fence ended a small stream started.

The talk's had gone south, so the man unconcerned with life pulled his weapon from it's roasting spot in between himself and his denim pant's. Skill reacted to this action with relative easy, dogging the shots with a simple leap and pulling his "boss" out of the way. They other man had hoped to kill both man take there money and keep the content’s of the briefcase for some one else to entice and pull this trick on. But suddenly fear gripped him as he realized that these men might not be normal. Acting apon this fear he jumped in to his car and took off

Skill got off the ground and flipped over the car they had brought, griped it's side slipped in to the driver's seat started the car attached his seat belt opened the passenger door and said "Get in".

With delicacy, the man pulled himself from the ground, releasing a small groan, and proceeding to dust off both his coat and the briefcase which he held. With agonizing slowness, he walked towards the car and lowered himself down into the seat which had been proffered to him. As he did so, he ducked his head, allowing his hair to brush the ceiling of the car, mussing it slightly. He swept the edge of his large overcoat into the vehicle when it first refused to cooperate and easing the container full of green-backs onto his boots. He eased the door closed after both his hands were free and drew the belt of the seat across his chest to lock it into place.

"If you wouldn't mind just dropping me at that little second-hand bookshop that I pointed out to you on the way here," he had that amused look on his face that he got when plans went awry, "I'd like to do a little shopping while you take care of your business." He tapped the briefcase where it rested on his feet. With that he sat back languidly, even extricating his right foot from underneath the case and pulling it up to a point where the tip supported it upon the dashboard. The knee was hugged up to his chest and he placed his elbow on it, His knuckle was used to roost his chin and a thoughtful look was plastered over the face which had not lost even the tiniest bit of its amusement.

He always put that look on, every time. Just three days ago, when they had started the little fight that had gotten them into this mess he had been wearing the exact same smile as they sat curled up behind a dumpster which was being shot up by several maniacs with large guns. He hadn't gotten angry or shouted at them. There was just that smile, something infinitely more frightening than bestial exclamations he made in the blood rage or the flash of his perfectly pointed nails. Even the greatest fiery glance he had ever given held nothing against his smile.

But now that amusement was slowly fading under the thoughtful expression. It was as if a problem of some sort had presented itself and wormed its way into his mind, his soul. Yet, for Diaes, as Skill undoubtedly knew, a problem was not something to fear or hate or be despised, but instead a desirable object. Puzzles are meant to be solved, and the vampire delighted in finding the solution. There was always the question on those few jobs that they did together that went south, that doubt, that Diaes might have deliberately botched the mission just so he could fix it. And his methodology was always as cryptic as this. A bookshop? But he did love his books, an hadn't Eva asked him to bring one or two home for her? Perhaps he really just didn't put any credence in the mission. Then again, it was the middle of the day, and he had probably already assessed the situation and discovered his usefulness in a high speed chase would be minimal and that there were better things that could be done with his time.

Still, there was that look on his face... That was cause for worry. If there was something perplexing the man, that man, it was reason enough to be on one's guard. The smallest problem to the Nosferatu was generally a great catastrophe to anyone else. he wasn't generally phased by even the most powerful things. Emotions maybe, could plague him at times, as though they were related to certain times of day or specific people, but otherwise... The worst conundrum was to him like the daily crossword was to most people. Only something of importance was allowed credence in his mind...

Skill is eager to get under way and take this guy down. So the initial slowness of his partner was causing feelings of extreme additashion. When the vampire finally entered the vehicle and delivered upon him his request, skill was almost sure that if Dieas had been in vampire form he would have herd the eye role.

But skill complied with out a word of protest. He started the car as he pushed the clutch and then the gas to start the car he swept the car around in the opposite derectshion of his target. Sped down the street until he came down a one way street, he turned the car left, away from the derectshion of the arrow. Took another left and pulled the car up to the street beside the used book store with Dieas’es door leading him to the concrete side walk.

“You now I’m going to have to do this flashily now” he had begun that state meant off with some of his announce creeping thru but it had quickly changed to a being playful and a grin spread across his face, it was the grin of a child who had figured out how to get a cookie out of the cookie jar with out his mother’s knowing.

"By all means," Diaes' lips peeled back to reveal that picket fence of viciously tipped teeth. Somehow, he managed to make even that gruesome visage look appealing. Perhaps it was the laughter in his so mobile eyes that were generally consumed with darker emotions. It was strange how happiness could seem to descend upon his haunting features and alight there as though it had always been and forever belonged in that place where it was truly so alien. One might even say that the vampire looked aglow at that moment in time, but turned and opened the door.

He sort of swooped out of the car. Like a huge bat's wings, his coat flared out around his elegant form as the Nosferatu extricated himself from the vehicles innards. The suitcase whirled out along with him, clutched in one of those long, pale claws as though it were nothing more than a child's lunch bag accompanying him to school. When once again the darkly clad figure spun to the car he wore only a small grin, though none of the mirth had left his face. "Remember, for a lady's honor, there is no limit to what a man might do," the chuckle that followed the words was truly uncharacteristic. The vampire must have been in a supremely good mood, or maybe just incredibly an incredibly amused one.

He slammed the car door shut and began walking towards the little, dusty shop that sat as if it were cowering among the other buildings which loomed on that street. His long stride took him gliding towards his goal. The coat sort of flapped out around him, wings, his hair streamed out behind. Evidently he was in quite a hurry to arrive at his destination. As he was about to enter the store, he turned once more with a tiny smile, and then vanished in the dark recesses of the old book shop.