Inside the new york public library i wonder who's here?

Daylight poured through the window, casting its golden beams on the single reader who sat at the small table. Books of an ancient origin were splayed about upon the wood and even onto some of the chairs, of which there were four, about the table. It was starting to turn cold outside and the weather was rainy so the large black coat which the figure wore was not entirely as out of place as it usually was. Of course, this was New York City, and nothing is really out of place NYC. Dark tangled strands of hair fell down over dark eyes as page after page was scanned with incredibly quickness and efficiency. It would appear that this dark man, or rather pale man with a... dark aura, was searching for something and wasn't finding it. Claw-like fingernails sorted through the mounds and another book was brought forth. The pages breezed by even faster than those of the last. Suddenly, he stopped. He scanned the page again, and once more. Finding the passage that had caught him in the first place, he ran his finger over it. A hiss escaped his thin, red lips and he sat back, slamming the book shut. He shook his head as if in anger and put a hand to his forehead, rubbing at the temples.

Skill say him the vampire he had been looking for. he wore jeans and a long sleeved shirt covered by an open windbreaker as he walked up to creature in grossed in his tome. he sat down and said "I can help"

"Anyone can help," the vampire didn't look up as he spoke, just kept rubbing as though he had a headache, "How does the ability to do a think separate you from the rest?" He sounded a bit irritated. Then he stopped, shook his head and looked up. His eyes widened slightly. "The one who can dodge bullets," he raised an eyebrow, "What could you possibly want with me?"

"to help i wont to cause pain and i know you can do that, well you certainly did to me" the last part was said with in a whisp as and looked out one of the near by windows" if looking thour it he saw the memories he was thinking of "but more importantly" he continued " i need to help"

"Perhaps," dark garments swished and swirled about him as he arose from the chair in which he sat, "From whence does this need spring? After all, turning to me after our previous experience, particularly after the girl, does not seem entirely rational." he had moved to stand by the window also, only it was not through it, but at the other man's expression that he peered. At his eyes did the vampire turn his gaze. It was a murky image in the window, but the fire was evident, whatever this man was feeling right now, it was genuine.

Outside of the library, a man was walking very cautiously, and not casually, at all. He was walking very slowly, on the tips of his feet, using his hands for balance. He wore a dark purple cloak, that flowed by his limbs gently. He kept glancing around, on the streets, in the alleys... Everywhere. People looked at him suspiciously, but kept walking down their usual path. The figure lifted it's head at the site of a big building. It walked normally to the construction, and entered it.
Just as he entered the building, the man known as Vladimir, Vladimir Thomas James Troy, sighed quietly. He looked around. The police aren't going to find me here... Anyways, I need to think before I get to Jerusalem... He walked further into the library, the many shelves of books soon hiding him, even though he was very tall for a man.
It was only by luck that Vladimir spotted Diaes, because he was attracted by a feminine sculpture that passed right in front of him. His eyes locked on the fragile body, but he caught a glimpse of something that made him feel uneasy. He looked up at Diaes, about twenty meters away. "That... Vampire... Thing, guy, that found me and that other pretty lady in the desert... What's he doing here?" (If Shadow had heard that, something would've exploded somewhere else in the world...) Vladimir muttered to himself. Instead of thinking straight, he walked in zigzags until he met the vampire.
"Hello," he said, tilting his head slightly, "Remember me?"

skill stood up and replied " I need to find people who need to be punished and if im with you i can find them" he said standing up "and besides" skill continued you are as weak as any human during the day and dying is such a pain I can help....." his sentence trailed off as he took a few steps back as a strange figure walked up and said " hello remember me" skill pulled a gun with a silencer held it up and said " back of if you don’t want this to go off" suspecting that the person could survive a gunshot wound and not wanting to look stupid

"Put it down," Diaes' voice was quiet, "He's a friend." The vampire turned towards the angelic man from the desert. "How could I forget?" he smiled slightly, showing his sharp teeth, "Although, I am somewhat surprised to see you here. What is, if you don't mind my asking, your reason for turning up here?" Bony hands were shoved into deep pockets and a contemplative look crossed onto the face so pale. The creatures shoes scuffed slightly as he shuffled his feet to a point where he was standing, facing Skill with his side turned toward Vladimir, and yet he was looking over his shoulder at the angelic gunmen.

Skill nodded slightly and pulled the gun back twirled it around his finger and then moved it down to his hip just close anuf not to be threatening but anuf to use it should the need arise

"Well," Vladimir muttered, his lips barely moving as he spoke, one hand moving up to the back of his head to scratch his hair, ruffling his brown hair, "Before I went to Jerusalem..." Vladimir hesitated. He looked around, checking for nobody. That's when he saw the man so-named Skill. He lifted one eyebrow at the man. He hoped that if Diaes hadn't killed the man yet, he would be a friend. Especially if he put a silencer up to his head. But then, would Skill shoot if Vladimir admitted that he was the Cursed Gunman, as he was known worldwide? No, a logical man would not shoot in a library...
"Okay, I'll explain you everything,' Vladimir continued, his deep blue gaze losing itself in Diaes' dark stare, "I was followed by some terrorists here, and I had to escape onto a plane, before I went to Jerusalem... And so, here I am, hiding from the police..." Vladimir whispered.

ooc; CNP don't mean to be critical here but 1. skill is just under 2 meters(see i converted it for you aren't i nice) tall which isn't that short 2. skill's name isn't said by Daeis or skill so how dose Valdimir know it? thank again just a littel confused .

--I never said Vladimir knew Skill's name... I just used it. And for the height thing, sorry, just edited...--

"In New York City?" Diaes sounded slightly disbelieving, "Don't take this the wrong way, Dear Boy, but you there are few worse places you could have chosen to hide, especially with you being wanted internationally." Dark locks swung about as he shook his head, once again holding the temples as though he had a headache. "Alright, let us find a slightly less public area of the library in which to conduct our conversation, shall we," Diaes motioned them away from the window, with a glance at the mess he had left on the table. With that he strode in between the deep dark recesses of towering bookshelves.

Vladimir wanted to put his hands to Diaes' mouth instantly, as he heard him talking about himself being researched internationally. But he faltered in this action, and dropped his hands by his side, following the vampire, that had and still always made him shiver whenever he spoke, whenever he breathed, whenever he looked at him, whenever he moved...