.jaden.

A last fire will rise behind those eyes
Black house will rock, blind boys don't lie
Immortal fear, that voice so clear
Through broken walls, that scream I hear

There are some things that you don't want to have to experience in life. Like a homicidal maniac. Those are always a good thing to avoid. I mean, they are good to avoid, right? Well... If you're looking to avoid a homicidal maniac... Just leave this cafe. Right now. No seriously. I mean it. Get out. Because guess who just walked through the door?

Jaden is a big man. No. Really. He's a BIG man. And he's not one that you really want to tangle with. For all his massive size, no sound seemed to come from his foot steps. Its like, even noise itself was afraid to draw his attention for fear of his wrath. At almost seven feet tall, you would think someone would poke fun at his height. But with his muscles, a lot of people are pretty smart and keep their mouths shut.

He stood behind a group of chattering men and women his disgust quite apparent. Annoying little maggots in his opinion. He imagined wrapping his hand around the slender throat of the blonde in front of him, until her eyes turned glassy and she just stopped breathing. Her companion, a young punk kid, he would have liked to just slit his throat and be done with it. Sad thing is, this wasn't even a bad day. This was a normal average day for Jaden, and he was going a bit... Crazy. He hadn't had a single kill in three months now and his fingers were getting twitchy. He hoped that coffee would simmer him down a bit, take the edge off. He really needed to get some business done. Maybe Dimitri would show up. Now wouldn't that be a pleasent little game? he thought of the little bitch of Dimitri's. Pretty little blonde bitch. Flat stomach. Big boobs. Eyes that you could fall in to, ocean eyes. He could almost keep her. except he still wanted Aralyn. Maybe he would strike up a deal with Dimitri. Bring him Aralyn. And he would give back Hunter. Screw Damian. He wanted the girl, and he wanted her bad. He hissed quietly his order. A blended milky way, extra sweet, tall. He took a chocolate chip muffin as well, throwing money on the counter and sitting down at a small table. His massive size dwarfed it even more, but hell. Was anyone really going to say anything?

Blue masquerade, strangers look on
When will they learn this loneliness?
Temptation heat beats like a drum
Deep in your veins, I will not lie

Luna Loveangel

Luna is not your average young girl. She's not American, so right off the bat she is the oddball. But her heritage isn't what really catches the bystanders eye in this girl's situation. In fact, its her physical appearance, being 6'4 and having a models body had the tendency of making luna stand out in a crowd. Mix that in with her usual attire of light, silky dresses that looked like something between a ninja and a pirate in the renaissance world and you have yourself a hell of a spectacle.

Though, I would seriously consider biting your tongue before jumping to any conclusions about the young lady. Her waist length, nearly pearly white hair and her perfectly smooth complexion as well as her nicely toned skinny body sets an image completely opposite of her poisonous personality. Luna isn't the most sane person in the world, far from it really. Blood and pain are to her as sex and partying are to the rest of the world.

Anyway, today Luna had decided to go and do a bit of exploring. She was new to the area and was curious about it. So she put on her normal, favorite pink dress with all the fun layers, short in the front and long in the back with detached poofed sleeves and leather finger guards and her best leather knee high hunting boots with the trick heels. She wasn't really in the mood for anything but a nice black coffee.

When she walked in the door of the cafe it was very quiet, not very many people around. Luna let out a bored sigh before striding up to the counter and crossing her arms to wait impatiently behind the 2 people in front of her. Luna despised waiting for anything.

.jaden.

Jaden watched the front door, his back to the wall. You can never be to careful when you are a killer. You never know who you piss off. Which family has another little psycho in it. That's when he saw her. Tall and blonde. All legs. His eyes roamed up those legs unabashedly, drinking her in. He took a sip of his cold coffee. You know. Pretty girl like you, you could just push your way right on through. His voice was like whiskey. A sucker punch to the gut, with a slow burn all the way down. He gave a smile.... Well. Could you even call that a smile? It seemed more... Sinister. His eyes couldn't be seen, hidden behind sun glasses that very rarely left his face. His hair was short and black and he appeared asian. Maybe italian. Who really cared? He was a big ass dude and all around him there were empty tables. Why? Because he just had that kind of aura about him. Sure, the girls all looked at him beneath lidded eyes, watching him, wanting him, but not daring. The guys glared, daring him to make a move, but knowing they would get their asses handed to them. So he decided to talk to the new girl. The tall girl. The pretty girl. Oh yeah, maybe he couldn't have Aralyn, but this pretty little lass would be a close second.

Luna Loveangel

Luna hated waiting. Hated it very very much. But there were times when a girl would rather stand and wait then keep moving and be gone too soon. There were times when it was good to stand still, not move, and let the world notice you. And Luna was someone the world would notice. When the man spoke to her she turned smartly on her heal, swinging her hips in a half circle and arching her body to rest on one hip, her arms stayed folded. For a second she simply stood there with a devilish little smirk sizing the man up you could say. Sure he was a big guy, but to her, anything was the same size, you just had to know the right tricks to taking them down.

This man however, caught her interest. On any normal day she would have ignored him, or better yet, had she been bored she would have played with him a little, gotten him alone and killed the poor bastard. But I guess today was just different. And for some reason the mans voice got to her, really got her her. As if something from her past that made her insides sizzle. She returned his smile with an equally poisonous one of her own.

"you flatter me. But, you see, if I just pushed right on through then I would have walked right on past you without a thought, and that would just be... hmm..."

Luna paused for a moment, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue.

..."boring"

She finished her sentence almost with a hiss. Her voice rang like a mockingbirds song, not too high pitched but not unflatteringly deep with the roughness of a raven hidden beneath.

.jaden.

His eyes flashed beneath his sunglasses. He appreciated her quick wit. A smirk placed on his lips, he chuckled softly. Now, that would be a shame, wouldn't it? Life really is... Boring. Sudddenly there was a blade in his hand, and it danced across his fingertips the silver catching the sunlight that was making its way through the window. But you see, dear. I love life. I love taking life into my own hands. A voice as smooth as velvet, and his fingers working magic with that blade... He looked deadly enough to be a killer. Tell me darling, what do you want in life? Her answer would decide what he did with her. Let her just walk away and ignore her.... Or continue this little chit chat.