[b]"I would say it would be a good idea to be friendly… Floooooreeeence, It seems like you would the person to want to be Id'ed so here's your chance, if that what you really want anyway."[/b]

Florence gawked at him. Did he really just say that with the Protectors listening from the other side of the door? Of course that’s what she wanted, but things weren’t turning out like she had hoped. It was all too spontaneous. She had wanted to be able to work out what she was going to say to them beforehand. Now, she was too flustered to get her thoughts straight, let alone prepare an impromptu speech.

Luckily, Adeline might be able to buy her some time. The other girl was primping herself in the mirror, as though planning to flirt her way out of the situation. Florence wasn’t too convinced of the likelihood of her success with that method. The Protectors wouldn’t be interested in her. Not like that.

Adeline sauntered over to the door and swung it open, popping her hip out in a would-be sexy fashion, but the men at the door didn’t appear to be even remotely interested. In fact, one of the younger Protectors seemed to regard her with a look of abhorrence. Adeline didn’t notice, or she pretended not to. She saluted the oldest Protector – probably the leader.

[b]"Good morning, Sheriff! My name is Adeline, 306 years old--but I look 19, or perhaps in my early twenties-- sexy, single, and ready to mingle. Oh, and if we were to talk about the things that you do care about, no. I did not break the window."[/b]

Florence had to fight the urge to run back out the window. This vampire was insane! How could she approach a man who hunted and killed her own kind like that? Florence sat down on the edge of the bed in the room, feeling faint. Adeline might have just ruined her chances of getting an ID if she pissed off the Protectors. She would be stuck wandering around the forest for the rest of her immortal life.

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[b]" We both know that I could outrun you, and hide...I'm over a thousand years old, Experience brings so much doesn't it? I don't know about letting you in, I smell two others and they are rather young...Will they kill me? That would be so sad. But you’re probably going to want to come into here anyway. Just be careful...Adeline did actually pay for this...soo....yeah"[/b]

Zach let out his breath in a sigh and forced his hand away from his knife. He hated bargaining with the vampires, but he knew he had to do things Ben’s way or he’d be in big trouble. Plus they weren’t armed very well, so fighting as out of the question. This was the part of the job that Zach always found excruciatingly difficult. He didn’t believe in “good” vampires or anything like the sort. Vampires were the monsters that killed his parents, separated him from his sister, and ruined his life.

Zach heard some muffled talking from inside, then the door opened. One of the vampires, taking on the form of a young woman, leaned against the doorframe. She would have been beautiful, except Zach knew what she [i]really[/i] looked like. He curled his lip in poorly concealed contempt. It always made him sick how the vampires put on facades like that and pretended they were still human. What she said next did nothing to improve his mood.

[b]"Good morning, Sheriff! My name is Adeline, 306 years old--but I look 19, or perhaps in my early twenties-- sexy, single, and ready to mingle. Oh, and if we were to talk about the things that you do care about, no. I did not break the window."[/b]

Zach took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. He glanced at Ben, waiting for the senior Protector to respond. Diplomatic scenarios were Ben’s forte, while Zach was better suited for battle. In his current state of mind, Zach was sure he would only make things worse for the others if he attempted to reply to the vampire.