As Sylv's face drained of color, the night of August 18th flashed before Aleksandr's eyes. 

[I]"Look, Mommy! A doggy! Can I pet her?" a tiny girl with cherry cheeks beamed under the tall, black street lamps emitting halos onto the nicely kept sidewalks.  A car drove by the mother and her child who were walking home from a last minute grocery run. The headlights of the car revealed a tall shadow hunched over on all fours; its body was drowning in the darkness of the evening, "Is it a boy doggy, Mommy?"

"Honey, stay close to me..." The mother whispered and took several steps backwards, pulling her daughter's hand close to her body.  Her face drained of color as the shadow stood on its hind legs.  It's eyes were glowing.  A reflection of light glared on the monster's teeth as he emitted a long, low growl. The woman's eyes widened as she saw the size of the terrifying beast before her and her daughter.  With slight hesitation due to shock, the woman dropped the grocery bags and grabbed her daughter--attempting to run in the opposite direction of the monster.  But, she couldn't run.  There was no way to run.  He had already leaped and gotten ahold of her. His claws punctured her ribcage and tore into her face with his mouth.  The monster hated her eyes, hated her voice, and most of all hated her daughter.

Her daughter was screaming, but no one went outside to help her.  She was all alone with a dead mother and a monster. However, her screams did not last long, because the monster ate her alive.[/I]


Aleksandr watched Sylv's body language carefully.  She seemed terrified of something, she smelled differently.  He frowned.  She was lying; and it was obvious.  Not only could he smell the lie on her, but he doubted Jamie believed her, as well.  It really was none of his business.  If he [I]had[/I] learned anything from having a priest as a father, it was not to pry into people's personal business. It wasn't his job, and he was not about to make it his job.  He had [I]other[/I] things that worried him more than a simple phone call, like September 16th.

Aleksandr opened his messenger bag and pulled out his notepad, "Umm..." He waved his hand in the air, trying to grasp his words, "Could I borrow your pen?" He asked Jamie.  He let out a small sigh, "I don't actually have a cellphone--so, I suppose just reach me through e-mail or whatever," he was going to say something about contacting him through his father's cellphone, but that seemed a bit complicated.  Electronic mail was just as sufficient as a text message, right? [@Arista]