Is she here?

where was she? why was the blood late? So many things ran through the young chosen's mind, but all came to nothing but more questions. He was worried, did she die? No, then he would be dead. Pain was something Dmitri didn't like, and he was craving her blood. V, it was the way vampire blood effected a humans body. When you drink it from one vampire for a very long time, lets say.. Dmitri was a street rat in New Orleans at age 10 now almost 16, you become adicked to it, but hen it becomes worse.. not adicked, but it wsa the only way you can live.. you can stop... cut the ty... but it is a painful prosses.

No, sh eliked him to much, he wouldn't kill him or send him off.

He moved in to the haven his now short hair hung down against his forhead and around his face. Usually he had a rainbow of color in his hair, or a mowhack.

No, no wand, he found them annoying worthless to his cause. His dark eyes locked on the other. He didn't say a word, he studied him, taking in his color, his movements, the way he looked. there was alot to take in, was he human? He didn't have the call like the vampires had... they would of simple attacked, not drawn his attention towards them. All the vampires in his coven knew who their little day walker was. THough, their day walker was becoming colder... almost the age of siring.

His dark eyes watched him before that half ass smirked came to his face. "I could ask you the same thing, man..." he shuffled his feet. "No... Just wondering who i get to straggle for killing my shipper." he muttered with no so much of a car. The man was here... the others hadn't killed him.. ment he was either a chosen, a human that was worth something.... or one of the dark lords flunkies.

"Withdraws suck... know i know how Gabrelle felt before Nixon chopped his head off for stupidity in not feeding." He muttered rubbing his eyes before flopping down in a chair. The other would of alraedy been on him in this weekened state... meaning he had to be here. "Your...Roderick right?" he dug in his pocket pulling out a letter. "I think Nixon wrote something about a roderick...Somewhere.." He muttered and gave up laying his head back against the chair.

"I'm Dmitrious Craft.... I'm Nixon's.." And that was all he was saying. His breathing was straggered, he was .. so tired. "Sorry i look like shit... kind of a shitty meeting huh?" He started to laugh.

"Hmm, as long as he doesn't go... but then again it matters how long you been drinkng his blood... Nixon i have been around since i was nine or ten..." he waved his hand. "She dies.. I go right with her." HE muttered before opening his eyes and that charming smile came to his lips. "Suck shit... but it is nice to have another person to talk too that doesn't see you as a full on meal." He cracked a joke before pushing himself up and leaning forward his elbows on his knees.

"Anyhow... I don't think she did it... I think the hand in between got caught... Nixon doesn't do magic... There is a middle man that makes sure my blood makes it to MY hands and no other.. I haven't heard from him in two weeks... So I'm guessing that is what happened... " he stated running his fingers over his short hair. "Man.. I need to color this." He muttered pulling on it before wrickling his nose.

"Well... welcome to Haven... " He stated waving his hand. "We have... .... .... .... Darkness and alot of old funiture..." He muttered though it was all fancy and shit. Dmitri didn't care much for it. HE didn't care much for the light either. "Only why to get what i need in to the school with out them knowing is to have a owl bring it to me, but it has to be trained not ot drop the viles... or .. .well... that would e a waist of fucking time... yeah?" He smirked.

"So... since your here... how are you getting his blood? sorry i'm rattling.. I'm keeping myself awake." He was actually afaird to fall asleep, but he wasn't going to let the other know that.

He had one hand on his head. "Usually I don't... Usually I'm high..." He laughed a little before twitching because the laugh made his head hurt. He let his eyes slid shut listening to the other breath. "That is good.. I guess.." He stated before digging in to his pocket for a small sliver box and flipped it open. He pulled out rolling papers and a small baggy and went to work making himself a join.



If the other had a problem with it. he could suck him... He held out a join and a lighter. "It is Dro... can't get any higher?" He smirked a little at the other. If the other took it he went to work rolling himself one an stuck it between his lips lighting it up. he leaned back and let the smoke wonder in his mouth and lungs beofore blowing it out slowly.

"Yap... " He stated simplly letting the smoke fly out of his nose when he spoke. "Been since I was about Ten or Nine... I don't really remember.. to may joints in between now and then." He waved his hand and drew on bare foot up to the edge of the couch his arms curled around it. His head resting against it.

He took another hit before looking over his knee at the other. "So... you stuck in the school? I bet.. Sytherlin?" He asked curiously.