Electa glanced up. Since she hadn't shifted his chakras, Vexin just looked like a really, really hot guy. "Yeah, everything's fine. This guy's just a little drunk is all."
"It was so beautiful," mumbled Eddie, his head lolling limply. "So beautiful..."
Electa rolled her eyes. "Yeah, real beautiful." Electa started walking back towards the bar with Eddie shuffling along beside her. As usual, she felt the mix of pity and contempt that she always felt for civilians. Though she spent his life trying to save them, they were all so clueless that she didn't get much pleasure from it.

He glanced at her with confused teal eyes as he reached over and grabbed his book. "Huh...drunk,sure.My fathers excuse for things." He mumbled,rubbing the back of his neck that had a thick scar that ran down his back of his neck and to the midpoint of his spine. He eyed her as he watched the two walk away.

She knew that no matter how prepared you thought you were, it only took one mistake to kill you. Electa, once she returned to her car, loaded a full magazine into the semiautomatic rifle, then clicked it home and sighted along the rifle's length before replacing the weapon in its case. The pistol she tucked into her holster, which was worn under the waistband of her jeans and almost invisible if you didn't know it was there. She preferred the rifle, but it wasn't always possible to use if people were around. Finally, she tucked the pistols silencer into her jeans pocket. She was ready. She shrugged into her leather jacket and loaded her car.

Vexin kept watching her,holding his book as he pulled to a stand. He felt his angel half shiver as if this girl wasn't safe,nor going to be a friend. But he wasn't about to go inside and take his pills for a while,he had to go farther into town to get a gallon of milk for the house before his father and mother got home.

As Electa noticed the place he lived, her eyebrows shot up. Ohh-kay. Angels usually liked to keep a low profile, the neighbor who you knew was there but never caught sight of. She parked the classic collector's car a few doors down. She turned off the engine, and a few deep breaths later, she had lifted her focus up through her chakras and was carefully exploring the energies. She frowned. Time seemed to slow as she probed this new energy with her own. It had the same 'kick' that angel energy had, the same rush of power, but there was no trace of the cold, slimy sensation. Electa slowly opened her eyes, staring at the place, at Vexin.

Vexin soon had started dusting his pants off from kneeling and shook that rich blond hair as he stood straight again. His teal eyes didn't catch her staring,rather he rolled his shoulders and began toward his houses front door to put his book away and then jog off to the market. He did feel like he was being watched and looked in her direction through his glass lenses,eyes not searching but there was something...inhuman about him. But then he turned and walked into the house and went to go put his book away.

Electa pulled a metal box out from under the passenger seat: lock picks. She gazed up at the house and jingled the picks in her hand. She might have to go through the front door...

But then again most houses had a back door. He wasn't aware he was being tracked in a way,rather that he had just felt he was being watched. He walked through a hall or two and then put his book under his pillow on his bed, soon going to the bathroom to put in his contacts.

Very true. It all just depended on how intricate the lock was. Making up her mind, Electa mentally scanned the builings on either side for dogs and then got out of the car, closing the door behind her. She didn't bother trying to do it softly; if anyone was watching, trying to keep quiet would be a heck of a lot more suspicious than just acting normally. She strolled down the sidewalk with her hands in her pockets. The rifle was back in the car, but she could feel the pistol still tucked in he jeans under her T-shirt, there and ready if she needed it. She turned onto the apartment's parking lot. She edged past some cars then continued into the building

Vexin leaned over the sink of his small home room bathroom,his glasses besides him as he carefully started placing his left contact in. He was bouncing faintly just to hear something due to the sickening silence that made him feel def and blind...and helpless. "Hush boy oh hush boy,don't say a word." He sang softly. His apartment room was on the first level,room 125 and not to far down.Faint marks in the rather nice carpet in the allways showing where he'd gone.His black tennis shoes left fairly deep tracks.