"GET OUT OF MY ESTABLISHMENT!" the owner of Midnight - Roy Taylors roared this as he grabbed his shot gun and was backed up by the large man who worked in their kitchen. Mason, Kelsie and Jaden stared onward as the two of them rangled the offensive man out the door and the scuffle slowly faded. The dark iron colored eyes of Jaden narrowed as the person vanished from the windows....was he? No, surely not.

[i]"Well....let's hope not."[/i]

Jaden looked at the now three women and frowned before looking at the clock. He walked behind the door next to the bar and grabbed his scarf and jacket before stuffing his gloves into his pocket. With everything in place and his apron laid to the side for washing later Jaden exited the room and looked at them as they stared between themselves and him.

“Are the three of you ready to leave? I don’t particularly care to wait.” 

They said nothing as they stood and walked out the door with him – British weather often turned bitterly cold in the evening – though it was the first week of fall – and he knew that the girls weren’t going to be happy standing in it as the winds picked up. Therefore, he lead them silently down the sidewalk to a tiny coffee shop that had been pushed into a nook. The owner knew him enough because he liked to go there and read on occasion – plus the owner had a marvelous collection of classic literature – and now he saw their hesitation and tilted his head and slowly the three of them followed and he looked around to find there wasn’t a soul in there at the moment besides the owner.

Jaden kept a close eye on the three of them as they watched him again while he shrugged off his jacket and scarf before laying it over a cushy armchair. He looked at them and headed for one of the bookshelves nearest to Aura and browsed the shelf before him as they sat in a frigid silence. 

He wanted to ask who they were, what they wanted, and most importantly – what they really were. He looked at them and couldn’t help but feel a sting at the way they appeared. Willowy, Fairy-like, and more like a Mermaid than a person – they belonged in Fairy Tales  - not the real world. Did they think like him? Did they understand how different they really were? He felt his questioning and curiosity turn to annoyance when silence and slight fidgeting continued. 

“It wouldn’t kill you to talk you know?” he snapped. 

The three of them flinched and blue eyes locked with his passive gaze as he watched back and grabbed a book without looking and felt a feral snarl appear on his face.

"Are you going to talk? Or did I waste my time in letting you convince me to speak with the two of you pixies?" he watched intently.

[i]"They're just scared....why am I so defensive?"[/i]

"Well? Come on then Hydrogen....Helium....Chlorine...speak up."