The man had sat there since midnight waiting for his arrival. He had seen the twilight creep over the skylights of the towers and the children dashing home because the night was at its fullest. The cafe had never been a particular favourite of his but he thought that for this occasion it suited quite well. Aracind donned his black rimmed spectacles where his luminous yellow eyes shone through, his hair was combed and looked respectable. He was starting to unwind, to control the beast.
He had waited there for some time now; he was in doubt wherever his guest would arrive. Or would he find it insulting to be sent an invitation by the vampire he once tried to kill?
It mattered not, either way Aracind would have sent the message and appealed the boy. If he arrived or not, it did not affect him, for life went on, in its dreary way. Would Mitch show? Would he arrive? The waiter had come outside and placed Aracind’s coffee cup on the metallic table. With a nod he left respectfully.
Aracind drummed his fingernails on the table with which they echoed a sense that he was impatient, and in more ways than one… anxious
~What was the meaning of this? Why had this name called him to come? Was he foolish enough to give away his location to a man who wanted to kill him?~ Mitchifer hoped not as he wasn't in the mood to go out killing, though thinking of how the man had endangered Tiffany quickly brought enough anger to kill.
Mitchifer moved quickly and silently over rooftops as his coat flapped in the mildly warm air. His hair was messily cut clearly by someone who had never cut hair before, truthfully though Mitchifer didn't care as it would grow back that day anyway. He had trimmed it up making it look like he hadn't had in cut in awhile so he could atleast pass for until then.
He felt his foot come down on the roof of Très Chic as he landed from a nearby rooftop. Slowly and surely Mitch made his way to the edge of the roof and peered down at the tables sitting outside. His blood felt like it boiled as his gaze hit Aracind, the thoughts of the party now fresh in his mind.
He hadn't been as angry with Aracind that day, but now he had grow to like his mortal friend much more and the thoughts of her near death filled him with rage. He almost wished he had told Tristan about this evening so the anceint could have just burned the man to dust. However Mitch took a deep breath and dropped into an empty alleyway before walking a short distance to the table.
He looked over Aracind in a very judging manor before taking a seat and putting both hands on the table away from the large hidden hunting knife which was hidden under his coat just in case. "What is the meaning of this? Why would you invite an enemy of yours for coffee? Much less and enemy who can't drink coffee."
Aracind drew his head back and smiled very wildly. "Well you came! And I’m sure you brought some kind of weapon to attack me if you so wish at any point correct?" His smile was firm and dominant and broadcasted that he was pleased.
"Enemy? Ah you use that term in such an aggressive way, apart from the coffee I’m sure there are worse things you hate Mitchfer" His smile had decreased slightly now and he gazed into the eyes of his adversary.
"If you will have nothing to drink, that is fine. I have asked you to come here today Mitchfer in order to discuss with you why you are taking the vampire law into your own hands rather than leaving it to the Amman? To be the hero? Or mealy to hopefully save your beloved mortal Tiffany"
He saw his motion, and understood it completely.
"Yes I know you better than yourself Mitchfer, and if you were to kill me tonight my other information would leak onto third parties, its all been arranged" He stopped and sipped his coffee "And I’m sure you would like to answer my questions and hear what I have to say... non?"
