Hot Chocolate and a New Friend? [Ezrihel, or Invite][NR]

It wasn't the first time nor would it be the last that she entered this particular cafe. She found it more appealing than the rest: the old lady who was one of the only waitress's was an absolute sweetheart, the kind Niala found herself tipping big, whether she had ever realized it or not. She had always been sneaky with it, slipping the money into the old woman's apron pocket as she turned and walked away, completely unaware that she suddenly had twenty more credits added to the much smaller and less gracious tips. All over an awesome cup of hot chocolate. Which was exactly what she was here for now.

She took her favorite seat in the window booth, positioned as she always was so that she could see the going-on's of the world outside of the cafe. There was always a lot to see: she had personally saved the bank across the street twice from being robbed, but she was sure it had probably been robbed more than that. Other than that there were always people coming and going from other businesses and locations around the cafe: but to Niala it felt like they were all part of a different world, at least while she sitting in the cafe drinking her lovely hot chocolate.

She lowered the red hood from her head which was part of the red hoodie she wore, revealing her shoulder length black hair. She even gave a quick glance to her red and black stripped leggings with her black shorts over top of them, and matching sneakers. She might have been dressed a little differently than she had been the last time she came in, but she was sure her favorite waitress would notice her just the same.

The old woman came over, a smile upon her face. "Niala, dear. Good to see you again. Your usual hot chocolate?"

Niala grinned and nodded. "Yes, please!" She watched the woman nod and turn, heading over to the little corner area by where the coffee and other hot beverages were kept. She began to make Niala's usual hot chocolate: plenty of marshmallows, put into the large sized cup before anything else, then the perfectly mixed hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream, and with a straw shoved into the side.

Niala couldn't wait...

Why was he here today? Not a clue in the world. He was humming a melody softly, part of a doughtnut in his mouth as he sat there, blazing through crossword puzzle after sudoku puzzle in his news paper. He never read the news, didn't care much for it really... Every once in a while he'd flip on a television and stare at a news channel while waiting for the weather forecast... But aside from that? The news usually made him sad. All the media did was inform about tragic things; brutal murders, Larson, rape... Why couldn't they just talk about happy things? Like kittens. Kittens were amazing little creatures of soft cuddly goodness... Or maybe puppies... Little balls of hyperactive energy that grew to become a close friend...

Yeah... Why couldn't the media talk about that more often?

There was someone in the window booth behind him... Directly behind him... He could reach back and poke the person in the back of the head if he wanted to... But that would be rude. In this city, even breathing around some people might not be the best of things.

His pointed ears caught the noises of the waitress coming over and asking the person behind him if they were getting "The usual hot chocolate", to which the person responded with an excited, "Yes, please!"

Feminine voice, he could tell that it was most likely a girl behind him... Well, unless the person behind him was some sort of transgender or cross dresser, but they still sounded soft and feminine. The waitress walked off to make the girl(he was presuming that it was a she) her drink. The older lady came back carrying a large whip cream dominated cup, a straw barely able to poke it's end out of the massive cup... To that he kinda laughed a bit, his lips curling into his normal, wickedly amused smile. Life was amusing to him... He wasn't quite phased by anything, Death meant nothing to him. Money meant little to nothing to him, and he wasn't very materialistic. All he needed was a logic game to entertain him and he was good.

Then, after the drink had been given to the girl, the waitress turned to him, "Can I get you anything?"

"Gimme a second I, I need to get my story straight~ My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the empire state~ Well, I actually came here alone, hee. So don't worry about anyone like me jacking themselves up~ Do you have cheese cake? I'd like a slice of that please dearest~ Oh and some milk please?" His tenor voice sang the first part out in the tune of the song "Tonight" he had heard earlier, the song had just stuck itself right into his brain, not that he minded. Gave him something to do.

The waitress nodded and walked off, most likely to get his food, or maybe go try to get unconfused by his response of singing at her... Most people didn't sing in public.

Niala took her drink with a happy smile and a thanks before wrapping her lips around the straw and giving a great big pull: sucking up a good portion of the liquid inside. It was as good as it always was, an a soft groan of pleasure escaped her. If only all of life's pleasures could be so wonderfully cheap and easy to come by.

As she removed the straw from between her lips she licked away the whipped cream that had clung to her mouth, all while listening to the singing that was going on nearby. A soft giggle escaped her. "I've never quite heard someone sing their order before.", she said softly, while a smile spread across her lips.

She began to dig around with her straw into her drink, poking and prodding the marshmallows within the cup until she speared one with the straw and was able to pull it out. She popped it into her mouth, and then shoved the straw back into her cup as she began to chew.

"I've never quite heard someone sing their order before."

Turning his torso so that he could look at the person behind him, he was greeted with the back of a head, full of black hair, from were he was, he couldn't see anything else of the person he was looking at. Reaching a hand over, he picked up a pencil, flipping it so that when he poked the girl(still assuming), she would get poked by the eraser versus the sharp graphite point. He wanted to talk to her, not stab her with a pencil in the back of the head... Stabbing was not a good way to get friends. Unless the girl moved, the pencil would meet the back of her head to poke her softly twice. The move was in no way meant as an attack or any of that other aggressive rude stuff.

"I guess that I'm just a one of a kind then~ Niala, that's what the waitress called you? That's your name right? My name is Ezrihel, but if ya can't pronounce it, you can just call me Ezzy~" If Niala turned around she'd be greeted by his smiling face. At the moment, even though he wasn't meaning to, his emotions were radiating happiness outwards, though, he wasn't manipulating her, or anyone else's emotions. Just emitting his normal amount of bubbling amusement.

"So... Are you enjoying that tall cup of pure sugar?"

The waitress had returned now, and was placing his cup of milk and plate of cheese cake in front of him. "Thank you~" He said to the older lady. "So, do you like cheese cake?" He was just one of those hyper lemme-talk-to-you-I-love-people! people. If there was someone around for him to talk to, he would engage in friendly conversation. He enjoyed learning, whether it was how to manipulate the mind of something or just making a new friend.

Niala felt the poke in the back of her head, but didn't react violently. This was the joy of extrasensory perception: even when she wasn't trying, she still was able to know when something was going to happen, and what that something would be. So, she had known that something was going to poke her, twice, in the back of the head, but she also knew that whatever it was wasn't going to be harmful or dangerous - so long as she didn't turn around at the wrong moment and end up poked in the eyeball, or jammed up the nose with the poking device: neither of those sounded appealing.

"Aye, my name's Niala.", she said as she turned around in her booth to look, with blue eyes, on the one who had spoken to her, and poked her. "Ezrihel...", she said, pronouncing the name perfectly. "... I like your name."

She picked her cup up off of the table and then grinned. "Aye, best cup of hot chocolate I've ever had. I'll probably drink several more before I leave.." With that said she brought the straw to her lips once more, giving another giant pull as she cup's contents traveled up the straw and into her mouth.

Extrasensory Perception:

"Niala..." He let the name play on his lips for a moment. "I like that name~ Reminds me of a cat, and cats are awesome. I'm glad you like my name~ A best cup of hot chocolate? I didn't know that there was anything under that mountain of whipped cream haha~"

She was pretty; petite, light skin, dark hair and blue eyes. By his standards, she was nice looking. His grin did faulter a bit when the waitress shook her head no and walked off to do something else, but it was back when he took his plate and stabbed his fork into the cake. Cutting off a piece he guided his fork into his mouth and let his lips close around said eating utensil. He 'hmm'ed a soft groan of delight as his tongue tasted the sweetness of the cheesecake. Foodgasmic.

"Is the hot chocolate here as good as the cheesecake? I'm just wondering because this cake is like orgasm in your mouth but with food... It's foodgasmic..." He paused for a second and let his lips part to show white teeth in a friendly, hyper, smile. "Wanna try some?" He asked, holding his plate up so she could nab a bite if she so wanted to, his left eyebrow quirked up in his questioning.

Her smile grew more across her face at his compliment. "Thank you! Cats are awesome!" She giggled softly, thinking back to the little bit that she knew about herself and what she was: cats were awesome. She brought the straw from her cup up to her lips again and took another long pull, continuing to do so until she heard the distinct sound of air being sucked up the straw. Her cup was empty.

Just as she was about to look sad the waitress appeared again with a fresh hot cup and another bendy straw, this one pink in color, sticking out from the midst of the whipped cream. Her grin widened. "Thank you!", she said happily as she took the full cup and handed over the empty one.

"That one's on the house, dear.", the waitress said as Niala went to pay for both her old cup and the new one. The waitress took only half the money, but as she turned around Niala slipped twenty credits into her apron pocket: all without the elderly waitress noticing. Niala felt that she had more than deserved it.

She then turned back to Ezzy, as she sipped her hot chocolate. "No thanks.", she said after a moment with a smile. "I'm more thirsty than hungry. But, I can imagine how good it tastes from the piece I had when I was here the last time."

Niala felt the familiar spark to want to draw: but realized that she had forgotten her drawing supplies. She took a quick, but casual looking glance around the cafe, making sure that everyone seemed occupied by what ever it was they were doing. She then slid her hand beneath the table and concentrated, pulling forth a picture in her minds eye of her bag, complete with all of her art supplies: including pencils and her sketchbook. Her other hand rested on the pendant that hung from around her neck: the one Alec had given her. The bag appeared beneath the table, and she pulled it up, placing it on the table next to her cup.

"So, do you come here a lot? Or is this your first time?", she asked Ezzy.

Imagination Manifestation:

He beamed at her giggle. He liked making people laugh, or just making people happy in general, it was a good feeling to hold in his heart, the thought that he could entertain someone else. He blinked once, slightly surprised at the dry sucking noises coming from Niala's cup... She had drank that huge cup that fast? Wow, she really was thirsty!

Then the waitress was back and handing the girl another cup of whipped cream and hot chocolate and told her that the new glass was on the house. How nice of the lady to do that~

"So, do you come here a lot? Or is this your first time?" she asked.

"Well, I'm not a huge fan of violence, so normally me and my family don't come very far into the city... So yeah, this is my first time in here!" He said before picking up his glass of milk and taking a big drink from the glass. You could just barely see the milk moustache on his pale skin before he wiped it away with a napkin.

"Hey Niala, would you mind me moving to your booth so that I don't have to sit all awkwardly to talk with you?" Not that his position was bothering him too much, actually it wasn't bothering him at all. If he wanted to he could sit on his own skull without being uncomfortable, him asking to move was more for convenience sake so that she didn't have to keep turning around and so he could sit happily nom on his gasmic cheesecake.

Niala opened up her tan colored shoulder bag that was bursting with all sorts of art supplies and pulled from it a pencil and her sketchbook. She began to flip through the pages quickly, moving to the next available blank page, while listening to Ezzy speak. "Sure, you can come join me in my booth. It'll save me from having to keep turning around.", she said with another giggle.

Once a fresh page of her sketchbook was in front of her she picked her pencil up in her right hand and her cup of hot chocolate in her left, she book another sip as she stared at the page, wondering exactly what she was going to draw: all before a new creature to create popped into her head: oh boy, this was going to be fun if she completed the thing that had arrived in her minds eye.

While she waited for him to switch booths she placed her cup back down on the table and got to work with her drawing. She started out with many, quickly done, and almost seemingly random circles. "So what brings you to the city today, then?", she asked curiously as she continued to draw.

What She's Drawing:

He laughed softly when she said yes to him being able to move. Yay! Friends! He liked having friends! Reaching into his dark brown pants' pocket, he took his wallet out and withdrew the amount of credits needed to pay for his food, plus the tip of ten dollars. He put the money under the salt shaker, picked up his plate and glass and moved to the opposite of Niala in her booth.

Now that he could see her table, and her front, he noticed the tan bag on the table, it was bursting with charcoal and graphite pencils, felt tipped markers, fine pointed inking pens... The whole nine yards worth of art supplies was sprouting from that tan bag. Walking from his booth to her's, he had caught a little bit of what she was now working on, some random circles all about the page... He didn't grasp how most artists could take just a few shapes and make them into some grand design... He had just never clicked with art, always playing logic and agility games... He was a little player growing up, always trying to find ways to please the 'ladies' or otherwise make friends. He was a good sport though, never pouting over loss or rubbing in a victory in a game of hide and seek or tag... He was just a nice person like that yanno?

"So what brings you to the city today, then?"

"Yanno, I'm not entirely sure what brought me here today. Why does anyone go anywhere? My feet just brought me here, and I'm enjoying the food and company~ Nice little cafe here yanno? Great doughnuts and cheesecake haha!" He paused for a second and took a another big bite out of his cheesecake, chewing, savouring and swallowing before continuing, "You're an artist? Wow... You're really awesome! Cool name and art skills? You are just an awesome person~"

A grin spread across her face and she nodded. "Ever since I first came in here I haven't gone to another cafe. It's so much better then the rest, at least in my opinion." She shrugged lightly, pencil still in hand. The random shapes beginning to become more and more like limbs. The face starting to take even more shape, starting to resemble something like a wolf. "It might just be because the staff is just that much better than some other places..."

Her cheeks reddened slightly at his 'awesome person' comment as she blushed. "Haha, thanks. I've never been called that before." She kept drawing and erasing, her drawing beginning to resemble more and more like some sort of mechanical werewolf of some kind.

"So, do you plan on sticking around for a while in the city?", she asked curiously as she kept drawing. She liked the idea of another friend: you could never have too many, and given the sort of things her current friends were going through... well, she was trying her hardest to stay out of their way and not be a burden of any kind. So, she rather hoped he stuck around to keep her company. She reached over, picking up her glass of hot chocolate and taking a sip from the straw before placing the cup back down and continuing with her drawing.

"Teeheeheee...."

The sound escaped the purple and black haired female as she slipped in through the cafe's door. A glance around told her all that she needed to know: the mostly human population didn't interest her, not at all, but the two who seemed to be sharing a table did. Especially because one smelled distinctly familiar, and yet different all the same. She smelled of Demi: as if she'd been in contact with the female recently.

Demi was dead.. or had been. That much Cala knew. So, perhaps this female was the ticket to finding her friend. She liked Demi after all, and wanted to help her.

It only took a handful of steps for her to reach their table, crooked grin in place. She bent down, sniffing at the female's hair in a more than invasive way. After a moment she straightened up, and sat down on what was left of the outer edge of the booth, beamingly smiling at the pair of them.

To the female she said, "You smell like Demi. I like Demi, she's my friend. You'll be my friend too, kay?"

She then shifted her attention to the male who was there as well, her smile growing. "You want to be my friend too? Actually, you don't have a choice, you'll be my friend too!"

"Oh, you're welcome dear~" He said to Niala... She was blushing, and he found that to be attractive but adorable at the same time. She could take a comment gracefully, versus denying it bluntly like most women did in an attempt at modesty.

"So, do you plan on sticking around for a while in the city?"

He had heard the door open, the small ding of the door's bell that alerted the cafe staff had cued him off as well, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He was a nobody. A citizen than didn't plan on attracting that much attention to himself. Why would anyone want to hurt him? Remain in the shadows, so people don't try to get your head for a bounty. He was a powerful mind breaker, at least by his race's standards, but he was not as physically strong as some of the other, more scary population of the planet.

Then a black haired girl with purple tips came into his line of sight, walking up to the booth he was sharing with Niala, leaning in, and sniffing his conversational partner in a very 'in-your-face' way... As if she knew Niala or something... Maybe she did. He didn't know much about his new artsy buddy, maybe this was a strange relative of sorts, a family outcast. He took another bite of his cheesecake, fork stuck in his mouth when the new female addressed him.

"You want to be my friend too? Actually, you don't have a choice, you'll be my friend too!"

His expression completely deadpanned, usual grin gone in a mock of fear and wide-eyed confusion at being addressed. His expression brightened back almost immediately though, smile curling his lips again as he removed the fork from his mouth and swallowed. "YAY! MORE FRIENDS! I'm meeting so many new friends that I might just stay longer than just today inside the city Niala~" He nearly cooed his answer to the short haired girl.

Niala blinked as her space was invaded when the woman sniffed her: like super close in her hair sniffed her. Right.. creepy. But, there was something familiar and yet not so much about this woman. Niala's psychic abilities were strong, extremely so, and therefore she could sense the almost pure lunacy that the other female radiated: it was like Demi's, or how hers had been rather. That meant one thing: this female was a Malkavian. And you didn't piss off a Malkavian...

"Okay... I'll be your friend.", she said simply. Hell, what could being friends with another crazy person possibly hurt? She scooted over to give the other female more room to sit before turning her attention back to Ezzy. "Good, good." She glanced towards the female. "I'm Niala by the way, and this is my friend Ezrihel."

Cala giggled and grinned in a very unhinged sort of way. Her crazy was definitely showing today, and she didn't care one bit. Not that she ever cared. She listened to the short haired female as she introduced herself and then the male who was sitting across from them. "Aha! I'm Cala! Cala Jo!"

That unhinged smile remained on her face. "So, what are you two? I know you're not human, I can smell it. I'm not human either, I'm a vampire, a Malkavian." She snickered suddenly. "Anyway, what are you?" She didn't bother keeping her voice down, didn't care to. If the humans felt the need to turn tail and go running and screaming outside then that was what they could do. She'd seen it happen before, and it would happen again at some point, she just knew it. Knew it, and didn't care. At least... until she was hungry, then all of that running tended to trigger more base instincts, and then EVERYONE cared.

But, she wasn't hungry, and they weren't running...

Cala Jo... Kahlahjoe... Mount Kilimanjaro... Wait... Where was his brain going exactly? He had not a clue, but he had heard Cala state her name and ask what he was... But he was rather busy playing with a piece of newspaper to answer quickly...

"...Oh... I'm an Andromedan." He said absent mindedly, dragging the edge of the paper across his skin. He liked the sharp feel, it wasn't cutting him, but at the same time felt soft. It was thin, and his skin wasn't as easy to cut as a human's, but he still twitched in a gentle response to the paper slitting the pad of his finger, a drop of violet purple blood oozing out of the tiny cut before his regeneration kicked in and the nick was healed over. "Hmm... I didn't know that newspaper could cut me that easily..."

Andromedan Traits:

Wait... Did Cala call herself a vampyre? Whoops... Well, he was expecting teeth to be at his neck draining him of his life in less than a second. He probably smelled like some sweetly delicious delicacy to her, seeing as his blood was a pure, hyper advanced, multi-helix, energy filled purple liquid... For all he knew, he could smell like a mouth watering, juicy buffet to a poor starved and lost desert wanderer to her... Not that he feared death, or that death even phased him... But he wanted to continue his conversation with his artsy friend and maybe eventually lose his v-card to some hawt, sexy woman. Plus, his cheesecake, he had not finished it! He couldn't just leave something so godly half eaten! Damnit distracted brain. Damn you for distracting me with sharp deadly paper! He had so many chicks to lay, so much food to eat still...

Oh well. If he died he would die at the hands, or rather, mouth of the attractive and slightly off vamprye chick that was across the booth from him. "Just leave enough for me to walk away?" He asked as soon as everything clicked for him, which it had all clicked in a fraction of a second.

Cala Jo... Niala had never heard Demi mention her. Not that she was doubting the female was who she said she was. The Malkavian's probably all knew each other in some sort of fashion. Not that she planned on poking around Cala's brain to find out: no thank-you, she didn't enjoy mentally drowning that much to want to find out how they knew each other and how close they actually were.

She snapped out of her thoughts as her own nose picked up the scent of blood, and she suddenly realized that Cala had asked them both what they were. Niala's nose twitched slightly before she glanced over to the other female, wondering what her reaction was going to be to Ezzy cutting himself: if she went to hurt him it was likely going to turn into a bloodbath of epic proportions right there in the cafe; she wasn't going to let her new friend be harmed.

"I'm a... well, my father was some sort of magical being, my mother was a Biskmatar." She didn't expect either to know what a Biskmatar was, hell she hardly knew herself and she was one. All she did know was she packed some heavy power, especially in the mental department, not that she was going to speak up and brag about it.

She kept her blue gaze focused on Cala's movements, watching carefully for the first sign of trouble. She had heard that some vampires couldn't control their blood-lust, she just hoped that Cala wasn't one of them. She was more than prepared, with several scenario's in her head, on how to handle the situation if it turned ugly.

As he spoke the words "...Oh... I'm an Andromedan." the term bounced around in her brain, picked up by several voices. She paused for but a second, searching through the massive amounts of thoughts, ideas, and information that was constantly rattling off in her brain like some sort of background music: sweet, lovely music. She took in his appearance as she waited for her mind to cough up the information she was seeking. It was simple enough, a few strands of information here, a few there..

And then she was distracted because he was bleeding, and suddenly the information didn't matter at all, not one bit. Her mismatched eyes focused on the paper cut on his finger, watching as blood seeped up through the thin cut, pooling into a droplet. It didn't matter that he'd already begun to heal, something she noted in the back of her mind. All that mattered right now was that she wanted to taste that sweet smelling blood. She reached forward, hand moving with a lightning quickness and snatched up his hand: however, her touch was entirely gentle, gentle and yet a firm enough grip not to pull away so easily.

"You should really be more careful...."

Words spoken before she leaned forward, bringing the paper cut to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out, completely removing all traces of the blood from his finger before she released his hand. She allowed the drop of blood to roll around on her tongue, filling her mouth with the delicious flavor before swallowing. There was definitely something special about his blood, and it brought that unhinged grin back to her face, especially at the way such the small amount began to affect her...

She then threw a glance over to Niala, noticing how she seemed ready to jump her at a moments notice. "Don't worry, dear. Your friend is safe, I have no intentions of killing him... drinking from him, sure... but killing him? Not at all... he's far too tasty for that." With those words spoken she looked back to Ezzy, gauging his reaction with a sly twinkle in her mismatched eyes.

He heard Niala's answer, it barely getting the time to register in his fast paced mind before he felt the soft pressure of the Vampyre's grip on his wrist, the grip that pulled him forward just enough to be in range of her mouth.

"You should really be more careful...." Well you know, he was a fourteen year old, stupid, boy. He didn't expect the flimsy newspaper to do anything to him, but it had, and it had before he had fully understood that she was a vampire and had connected the dots... And now he didn't know whether to feel more relieved or aroused... Cala was the one licking his finger. There was a pretty lady, licking him. His hormonal brain had no clue how to take it. Thoughts of impending doom, or arousal? Hmmm.... It wasn't a hard choice for him to make. Especially her pleased face as she let go of him and straightened up. He liked pleasing people, even though he was confused about not being dead.

"Don't worry, dear. Your friend is safe, I have no intentions of killing him... drinking from him, sure... but killing him? Not at all... he's far too tasty for that."

Oh... Was he tasty now? He took that as a compliment, smiling at her. Keep it in your pants. His inner voice commanded. But... But... Pretty lady~ he whined back in thought. "Now that you've tasted my blood, how badly does the wet sound of my pulse make you hunger?" He couldn't help but ask. Oh, Cala had pushed certain buttons on him. His voice was curled softly with some sort of sly undertone, lips curling once again in his usual smile, but this time something was different in his vibrantly green eyes. Something mischievous that wanted to play.

Oh, Niala had said her race.... Biskmatar... He hadn't heard the name before, completely curious about his art buddy, but at the same time, his mind was dsitracted by the finger licking lady. He almost wanted Cala to bite him... Maybe it was her vampire charm acting on him? As soon as that thought began to cross his mind, his mental barriers fell into place. An impenetrable wall surrounding his mind that would end all illusions, spells, charms, enchantments and otherwise mind altering effects placed on him to influence his choices and emotions. Even manipulated words would lose the persuasive edge on his ears. He might have no sense of normal, he might be unable to define crazy, but he knew how to protect himself mentally. To anyone trying to read his mind, detect his emotions or otherwise try to glimpse some control over him, he would vanish in their mind's eye, blurring out to become only the faint static hum of an inanimate object. Of course he was still physically sitting down, right in front of Cala and Niala, opposite of them in the booth, his cheesecake unfinished, milk half way drank...

Psychic Shield:

Nope.... He still wanted to be bitten. It wasn't a charm working over him. Damn... He was into some kinky stuff apparently... Well, at least he was getting to know himself better...

"What is a Biskmatar?" he ventured to ask Niala, his tone losing the playing sly unders it held when he had addressed Cala Jo.

Niala's gaze flickered back and forth between the two as her right eyebrow rose high enough to disappear behind her black bangs. 'Well, the only way this would get more awkward would be if Cala decided to start drinking from him here and now... with me stuck in the booth next to her.', she thought to herself. It hadn't escaped her notice the way Ezzy was responding to what Cala had done, and for a moment she had thought that perhaps Cala had cast some sort of mental spell on the boy; she was a Malkavian after all. But, no... there was no sort of mind trickery that her extrasensory perception was picking up: this was just Ezzy's natural reaction to a female licking his finger... well, then. This probably couldn't get much more awkward for Niala.

Extrasensory Perception:

Finally her gaze flickered to Ezzy and remained there, contemplating his question. She had just met the pair, true... but she still felt deep down the need to explain that she didn't know, and why. "Um, well... I don't really know. My mom was the Biskmatar, and she died in childbirth and my dad... well uh...", she couldn't go on. 'What will they think of me if they know that I stood by and did nothing to stop my father's death? A death he deserved, but still... most people don't take kindly to knowing that sort of thing... I don't even think the Boss knows.', she thought. "... Let's just say he was a busy man....", she settled on as a way to finish her sentence.

When she finished speaking she put down her pencil, her drawing all but forgotten now for the moment, and picked up her glass of hot chocolate. She brought the straw to her lips once more and took another long pull, continuing to do so until she heard air being sucked into the straw and realized that the cup was once again empty. Joy. She didn't know if she wanted to grab another glass of the stuff, or just pack up and head back to the Tower for a while, and see if perhaps everything had righted itself with her friends.

Cala laughed at Ezzy's comment, the sound itself dark and full of secrets. So, the boy was taunting her it seemed. It wasn't wise to attempt to play games with a Malkavian, especially one such as herself: her Trickster nature was all about playing games. A very sly and devious smile slipped across her facial features, fangs elongating enough to poke out through her slightly parted lips. "It's not wise to taunt me, dear." She could feel when his mental shields went into place, as the thought tendrils seemed to all but disappear, this cause her smile to grow more, as her fangs retracted.

Trickster::

She gave Ezzy a good look over, hair color, eye color, skin color, even his clothing and scent; taking all of the information in for mental storage. She wanted to ensure she remembered him, especailly because she planned on not letting him slip through her fingers. He was like a fresh new toy she had just taken out of the package that she wanted to play with. One she was likely to keep around for a very long time: considering the fact that his blood tasted like sweet, delicious honey, compared to the scum she had reduced herself to feeding off of recently in an attempt to keep her nose clean while she was in Edge City.

"I think you and I are going to become very close, Ezzy..." She didn't bother keeping the slyness out of her voice, the slyness that spoke of the secret plans she had for him. At least he wouldn't have to worry about being locked in a dungeon or something: she took good care of what was hers, and she planned on claiming Ezzy as her own property soon enough.

"You shouldn't be running around by yourself with tasty blood like that running through your veins. Some cruel evil vampire might come along and snatch you up and do horrible nasty things to you... perhaps it would be better if I took you under my protection... Hmm... what do you think?" A twinkle filled her mismatched eyes as she waited for his answer. This was like one giant game to her: a game she intended to win no matter how Ezzy's next response went.

She flicked her gaze to Niala as she listened to the female explain about how she didn't know exactly what she was, and for a moment the sly smile flickered to one of slight pain... before returning to normal. She wouldn't let her emotions affect the game she was playing with Ezzy right now. She would handle them later: privately. "Don't worry, dear. Your father deserved his violent merciless death...", she said with a smile. Of course she knew about it... Demi had willingly shared all of that with her, having thought she'd find great joy in watching.

For a brief second his eyes flickered over to Niala, he had no doubt that he was making her life awkward at the moment. So Niala's mother died at child birth and her father was never around? Hmmm kinda like him, but at least he had had adopted human parents. At least his parents had good heads on their shoulders and had taught and raised him well, he was a good kid, he always made a strong line between morally right and morally wrong... Well... Most of the time. There had been that one game of hide and seek that he'd cheated in... But that had been just a childhood game. No one's life had been on the lines.

He retracted his hand, which hadn't moved since Cala had licked him, even if she had let go of him. He could see fangs appear from under the female vampire's upper lip in a smile, and when he had let his barriers fall he noticed the the fangs disappeared, or rather, shrunk back into her mouth more. "I think you and I are going to become very close, Ezzy..."

Oh ho ho... Secret plans much? He wasn't sure if he should be worried or aroused. Close like how? What was she planning to do? The last thing he wanted was to become some sort of vampire slave, at call and submissive to a vampire master like a prison bitch. He might have been effeminate with his long silky ashen locks of hair, his skin might be well taken care of, smooth and clear of all acne, his body might be slender and gracefully built, but he was not a girl! He had testosterone in his bloodstream, his male bits worked correctly and he had a lovely amount of drive. Yes, he liked pleasing people, but there was a difference between pleasing and being a submissive pansy ass.

"You shouldn't be running around by yourself with tasty blood like that running through your veins. Some cruel evil vampire might come along and snatch you up and do horrible nasty things to you... perhaps it would be better if I took you under my protection... Hmm... what do you think?"

You could hear the amused smile in his voice, "Nasty things like what you plan to do to me? What would submitting myself to you get me? I don't plan on putting a bounty on my head. I'm content with being a lowly citizen. If I die, then it would be my destiny to die on that day; nothing would stop it, even being protected by you my dear." He could hear the sly tone in her voice, it was stroking his ears, begging for him to give in. He wouldn't though. Not yet. Protection sounded nice, but he didn't plan to be locked way somewhere which he would never see the light of day again, a place where he would only be used for a delightful snack, even if he did want to get bitten. Turning to Niala he spoke to her.

"Sorry if I'm making your life awkward right now... I'm really not trying too..." He said, hoping that she would accept and forgive his stupid teenage boy brain that was addled with the hormones of puberty.

Were they really going to do this in front of her? She had came here for a delicious cup of hot chocolate, or two, three... whatever. She had come here to relax, enjoy herself, maybe get some drawing done while slowly melting her brain with all of the heat and sugar of her favorite treat.... but this? She hadn't came here for this. She didn't want to deal with this. At. All.

It wasn't that she didn't like vampires, or couldn't deal with their nature.. but this was just creepy, and uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. Especially when Cala blurted out the sentence to her that she did. Yup, she was done. Maybe she'd come back tomorrow, walk past the window to ensure Cala still wasn't in here, and then maybe she'd come back in. But not today.

Nope, for today she was done.

She brought her straw up to her lips once more while slipping her hand into her pocket. She sucked up the rest of the liquid in the cup until only the sound of air being sucked up into the straw reached her ears. She removed her hand from her pocket and placed the proper amount of credits on the table, entirely forgetting that she didn't have to pay for this cup and then... well, then she vanished.

Time itself folded around her as Ezzy's apology reached her ears: but it wasn't enough right now to stop her. So she jumped through time after ensuring no one who couldn't know what she was saw her, and disappeared from the diner, bag and all.

Time Jumping:

-Exit.-

Cala snorted again at Ezzy's words. She was already growing bored. She didn't like explaining herself, especially to someone so young. She was four-hundred and sixteen years old. She didn't explain herself to young children anymore. She raised her shoulders and then lowered them slowly in a shrug as a response to Ezzy. "What you would get is to stay alive, it's as simple as that. When I tasted you I might as well have shared your blood with everyone I know because they all now know what you taste like too. So, there's a likely chance that after I walk out of those cafe doors that someone else will come in to take my place... and they won't be so generous. But, if you're not interested..."

It was as much of an explanation as she was going to offer. She no longer cared, as her boredom began to set in more, if he took the offer or not. As she waited a moment for some sort of response from the boy she glanced sideways in time to watch Niala disappear. She would make this up to the girl somehow, she hadn't meant to disturb her in her hot chocolate coma quest she had seemed to be in.

'Hm... hot chocolate.....', and distracted Cala was distracted. It really happened too easily these days. Before she used to care to try and fight it, or to put it to some sort of good use. But now? Now she hardly cared to even think of fighting it. She found herself staring at Niala's empty cup she'd left behind which still smelled like the hot chocolate and sugar that had been inside.

She found herself thinking about perhaps going shopping, maybe finding some new shiny objects to play with... something to do. Yes, she needed something to do. Sitting here wasn't doing it for her anymore. She needed to move around, be doing something... go hurl a gasoline filled truck at a building or something. Anything. The Malkavian Trickster needed distracted... With those thoughts going through her head she stood up from the table and began to walk towards the door...

...Only for her to see Alec suddenly walking through that door, in front of her suddenly. He did that sometimes; just appeared out of thin air seemingly. There was steely expression on his face, his halo and silver eyes glowing somewhat while walking into the cafe while staring down at Cala. Because of what she'd said and did, a lot of the people who were regulars here were hurriedly leaving, freaked out. She'd just got here and was already up to something. Alec would keep close watch on all of these extraordinary people taking residence in his city with everything that was going on now, and would quickly include himself if the situation started looking like trouble. Boots clumped heavily on the polished floors as he walked.

"...When I said, 'stay out of trouble'... That didn't include openly admitting what you are and drinking blood in public, getting the hopes of a virgin up, building yourself a stable, or scaring the little girl, who happens to be your superior if you didn't know. You're being watched at all times, even when you think no one can see you. It would do you well to remember that..."

Those silver eyes flash violently at the Malkavian as Alec stepped past her. A trail of strange colored smoke followed Alec through the cafe; a smoke that would intoxicate the person who inhaled it, and probably give them a severe case of the munchies after a while. As quickly as he'd come, he was again gone..

[Exit]