Nina knew that she had only been here for three days, but she wanted something to change. Every day the same people were looking at the same wares, buying the same produce. Pestering the cats had even lost its charm, though that was something that could surly change at any moment. "If I don't spot anything new today, maybe it will be time for me to find somewhere new to go," she said to herself, "there has got to be somewhere that I can cause a small amount of trouble, and a lot of amusement," she continued.

Her attention was caught by someone new moving through the marketplace, he didn't look like he belonged with all of the people that came here to do their shopping. He was still a ways away from her, but she could hear him calling out as he walked along, stopping every now and then to talk to one of those whom she called "the lost' she couldn't tell what he was doing exactly, just heard something about "graverobber" and something that he called "Z," that was new.

He looked somewhat suspicious, in a grungy sort of way but interesting none the less. He was leaning against the brick wall of one of the store fronts across the way from her. A cat was playing with his boot straps, he looked down distracted for a moment, before kicking the cat away from him' she was going to like him, she could tell already. She fluttered down closer, and around behind him keeping as out of his sight as she could, He twirled a vial of something that he called glow between his fingers as he called out, it was a blue liquid that shone through its glass container, it immediately caught the little pixie's attention, she had to have one for herself.

He drew the vials out of a bag that he wore at his side; maybe she could climb in there without him noticing and slip back out with the pretty liquid all for herself. She waited for her chance, when he opened his satchel to place the vial that he had been spinning around back into it, she slipped quietly into the bag without him noticing her" now to get the vial and get back out. The little glass vial was a lot heavier it had looked when she saw it from a distance, but she thought that she could manage to get it out. Then the man closed the latch on the bag that she was hiding in, she was trapped.

Sandrine didn't spend much time in the Marketplace. It wasn't part of her usual rounds. Though as she was making a point of keeping tabs on a certain womanizing drug pusher....she was going out of her way to shadow the grave robber here.

He wouldn't see her but as the black creeping on the edge of his vision, gone whenever he turned to see what it was. His danger senses were not so bad for a mortal due to his need of it for survival. Perhaps he would sense her at these times....

Whatever the case, she followed him on his rounds often. When he would go home for the evening she would follow, taking her back into her usual territory.

He could hear the unearthly song before he saw her turn the corner. He nodded solemnly to himself as he noticed the telltale gate to her movements, as if all of her joints are loosing their elasticity' There was no doubt to it, she was yet another junky, come to search him out.

It wasn't until she was 20 yards away that he recognized her, it would take more than a few days for him to forget that fiery mane of hers. Noticing now the sway of her seductive hips, not yet lost to the necrosis of the blue, he smiled.

She came back for more

His smile widened as she bent in and whispered seductively to him.

Taking a moment to breath in her smell. Earthy this time, like a garden mixed with the intoxicating smell of her sweat...and a hint blood" He then backed up a bit to take in the sight of her, pointedly weighing her up, as if she was a price cut of meat.

"So Red, your back already huh' Seems like you enjoy being lost in that blur, it does look good on you after all. You looking for another hit, or something....more?? He regarded her with a cocky pointed glare, as he pulled out and started to twirl a vial of Z, a demure smile painted on his lips as he recognized the telltale quiver all addicts gave at the sight of their redemption.

My, but the bitch likes to play cat and mouse doesn't she". Being a man such as himself he wasn't about to say no to such a tempting plea.

His hand reached out to her cheek, and seductively in the mocking manner that was all but his own personal touch. He slowly took the coin from those fingers, taking the liberty for a moment to trace those alluring lips with his thumb as he regarded her.

He then went to work, the gun in his right hand, while his left greedily trailed from those lips all the way down to regard her left thigh, lifting it wantonly. "We both know this has nothing to do with the money Red. I simply have something that you " yearn for. And with lips like that "." Leaving the rest unsaid, he lifted the gun teasingly in front of her, then set it to work following the same path his left hand had just traversed.

He leaned in to steal a taste of the woman's lips" a hairs breadth away, then?

Pulled the trigger on that gun.

Looking down at the flyer, he coudn't help but smile at the impetuousness of that woman.....I got the feeling there's fun to be had with this one

"As long as there's money to be made, and other ....delicacies. I'm in."

He grabbed the woman by the jawline, just above her throat. Not in a menacing way, more of a brusk sign of affection that only he could pull off. He leaned in smiling.

"I hope you follow through with that promise Red, I wouldn't be one to pass up being ....personally ....taken care of, by you."

With that, He turned heal and left her behind in that alleyway.