This prey was different, she had spent some time around London, she had an encounter with a Wizard. That was interesting, the prey didn't seem to care much over it all. Nervous but who wouldn't be. However this prey was very different, they smelt different for certain, and moved quietly. The route was odd also. Nothing about this seemed right, but yet she was intrigued, she wanted to see this through.

Sade had started on the rooftops picking her target out, this one seemed to be moving odd and caught her attention, they moved so differently from everyone else, seemed so different yet she couldn't place it, paler? Yes, sure. So she had followed, even if she got no money from it, this was something she wanted to inspect, investigate and hunt down. Money would be good also, always good from prey.

She followed for a time on rooftops, their route made no sense after awhile, atleast not to her, maybe they liked it? To keep it easier for herself she soon took to the ground however, following at a distance, running across roofs got tricky at a point and she knew not to push her luck with being spotted, harder to get out of situation if caught up on roof, why would a normal person be up on them?

What could prey be, either they were human, but to her they stuck out in various ways, it didn't feel normal, or they were something else. Another Vampire? It seemed possible she wasn't only one, however she had not encountered another, and they brazenly walked out in public, why were people not reacting? Not going after them? It was intriguing, had they a technique to blend in? Could Vampires have powers to blend in?

It wasn't until they entered Knockturn that she started to catch on that something was up, had they noticed her? Was she spotted? If so was he leading her into a trap? If it was a trap for her, that those who hunted her had already caught on, this could be her end, she took no relish in the idea. So she took to the roofs again, making sure to look for any signs of an ambush while following, slowly but surely. If they already knew then they would know she was still following, perhaps they didn't know at all and they just had a long way to work. Perhaps they were trying to avoid someone else?

The roof was her safe place though, the prey can be on the ground, if into an alley they went, she had the high ground, harder to ambush when at a disadvantage. She could take out anyone who was waiting to ambush the hunter.

They seemed to be stopping, this was her chance. No one seemed to be here, potentially a trap still, but on one side was the prey, on the other was freedom. She moved down to the street again, no one was around but the prey, they may be hiding but she knew for now she was safe. How does she play it, either confront, or play dumb. She was lost, in a scary world. The damsel in distress again, didn't work on the Wizard, maybe on this one.

"Bonjour." She said calmly, though she was certainly anything else on the inside.

Tristan was out walking in the evening - as he usually enjoyed, after having spent so many hours of the working week in the Ministry of Magic. He believed his work was important but he preferred the outside air, even the air of a city thus polluted as London. Being underground made him think too much of the tombs and crypts in Paris, where his first coven had welcomed him in the 19th century. Different times, a different vampire.

He realised he was being followed when he was partway down the alley. The wind had changed and he had caught the scent of another vampire; and his neck tingled with the familiar sensation of being watched. Whoever it was, they were doing it from the rooftops. Someone young, maybe, not to know how to follow.

Tristan was not one for making a show of things. That was Hooker's modus operandi. The Frenchman preferred discretion. More could be exchanged in privacy than in public. And Knockturn was as close to private as he could get just now.

            "Bonjour."

An imp of a vampire faced him, when he turned around at the end of a little nook within the alley. She smelled young, looked young. And spoke French, which meant she either knew him or was a countrywoman of his.

"Bonjour," he replied, continuing in his old Parisian accent, hands behind his back. "I have your interest I see. Is there something you require of me?" Sometimes, he knew, the young ones were referred to him.

They wanted to be registered, maybe, without fuss or danger. They wanted safe passage to the continent, with its different laws. They wanted to know which covens were accepting. Tristan didn't mind the approaches but he kept his distance. After Cass's arrest, he was especially cautious of befriending new kin.

"Pardon monsieur?" She replied quickly, confusion quickly going over her features, what would she need help wise from him? She didn't even know who he was, he sounded like he was French, like her, but it was difficult to trust, it was a weird accent, not one that she knows, maybe he's French Canadian? Or from around the boarder was also likely, but that did not answer the question.

She composed herself and took a few steps forwards. "Comme au magasin?"[1] She asked, prowling to the sides of the streets, preferring to be closer to the wall and anything that can give her a hand in scaling to the rooftops again if needed, this was, none of this was, like she expected. And she was prepared for something different in this encounter.

He was still off to her, the smell, the movement, she couldn't pin it but there was something to him that she cannot mark down. "What exactly would someone want from you. As you seem to be...expecting this?" Was he just trying to act calm like this was normal, or was he used to being followed into alleys by women, she supposed neither mattered at all in this situation. Other then that her prey was not the prey it seemed, her thoughts had been right that this was not normal and she was being led somewhere, with a slight worm of sadness she realized that she likely couldn't rob him.

Her eyes made sure to keep darting along the rooftops in the case that this was an ambush, but she did her best to remain calm in the situation, she doubted a human would be able to notice that she was now shifting slightly uncomfortably but she still had no clue on him, which probably made her even more so uncomfortable. But he was offering to help her with something, or atleast seemed to be requested of things. Other then good shelter and meals she didn't know if there was much, but it was dangerous to outright ask for things like that.

1.	"Like to the store?" Hopefully got it right

             "Comme au magasin?"

Ah. A countrywoman. He smiled, this time with the full effect of his teeth and its gleaming fangs. "Non," the older vampire clicked his tongue and shook his head at her. "You are a vampire, mademoiselle, and I ask in the spirit of camaraderie."

Because he owed that much to their own kind. An Irish writer once wrote - children of the night. But ah, weren't they also prisoners of the night? And amongst prisoners there must be some sympathy. Although, also amongst prisoners, a kind of wariness. He noticed the shift in her position, her nervous vigilance.

"You are registered at the Ministry?" he asked blandly. Perhaps she had a reason to be vigilant.

He was a vampire also, that is why he was so unusual, the smell, the movements, the tone, everything started making more sense, she wasn't the only one. She could find others and work with them...but that brought on different problems. Would she even fit in? Firstly they were likely English and she French, but he was also French. Secondly, was that he seemed to be moving about people normally, like he belonged, maybe it was to blend in, or maybe she was the odd one out, taking to the streets and robbing people.

When she had first woken up it took her awhile to realize what had happened to her, and then she remembered that Vampires were distrusted and there was anger towards them, she didn't know much else about them other then there was hatred, so she had taken to the streets and robbing, trying to survive when she was sure she was unemployable or unwanted, going to be hunted for what she was, the past year could of been a lie...but regardless she was now unwanted with the French Ministry being after her.

What was the word he used? Registered? What did that mean? That they were put on file, marked, branded? Put on a register? That wasn't possible for her now regardless or she would be taken away.

Regardless of the panicking thoughts she did her best to calm down, there must be others, even if there are those who can live normally there must be others like her, right? Or maybe she was wrong, and they did just blend in.

"Je ñ'ai pas été registrée."[1] She took a step towards him to observe his teeth, eyes drifting to weigh him up and down shortly followed. "I do not know what it is, but if you are offering. Shelter, or if you know any others?"

She didn't feel like he would betray her just yet, and they had talked so far, it would be rude to not properly introduce herself. "J'mapelle Sade. Et toi?"[2]

1.	"I have not been registered" Again, hopefully correct in translation as had to search for Been (Ete) so grammar is likely wrong.
2.	"My name is Sade. And you?"

She was wary and did not seem to understand him well. Tristan could tell the other vampire was fresh but he was wondering now precisely how fresh - the younger of his kind were not always the most coherent. Everything was new to them; many did not have the advantages Tristan did, when he was bitten and welcomed straight into one a dominant coven of Paris.

"I am Tristan," he replied and held a hand to his chest, bowing slightly. "Vampire consultant at the Ministry of Magic."

Tristan slipped out a little card - he did it so quickly it looked like a sleight of hand - which he then handed over to Sade. The card had his name printed upon it, as well as his working address on level four. It carried the Ministry logo with a subtle, magical shimmer. He had requested the cards, officious things, because they were less official than flashing his Ministry badge but official enough to lend him an air of legitimacy where vampires might not be welcomed.

"You must register," Tristan continued in French and in a direct way, because prevarication was lost on souls like this. "It will grant you monthly access to blood, and recourse to resources. You need shelter tonight?"

Food and work, that much he could help arrange. Board was a different matter.

"What do they register. And who has the information?" She asked bluntly, supply to blood sounded good, it was better then how she was feeding, but it was risky, if the Ministry's worked together, or the French Ministry put up about her having escaped, she was in big danger. She knew she was invisible to mirrors but cameras, was another problem. Could they record her image? She is pretty sure she gave those after her the slip, she might be safe, they may think she is still in France, it seemed likely, she supposed most newly turned Vampires would try to stay around where they were for a few years, but there was still the risk.

She took the card and looked it over, people still used business cards? It was an odd thing but she supposed it still had some use considering Wix do not use much technology, and could always change the information on them more easily. It was still an odd thing, and now she wasn't sure how to put it away, if she put it in her pocket it might get ruined.

He seemed so casual at this, although him saying his job could explain it, here she was trying to rob him and it turns out this is just what he does for a living, fate really had a fun way to play with her.

"If I was to, can you get me shelter? I have a good amount of money." She figured it was safer to not tell him how she acquired the money although she figured if he was used to this he can likely guess, which wouldn't be great as all her money is permanently borrowed from people without their consent. "Or at least point me towards others who may."

               "What do they register. And who has the information?"

"Your name, address, details of your turning..." he trailed off, shrugging. "There is no way to ascertain honesty but I would be as honest as you can without risking criminality. The Ministry retains the record."

Tristan had a laidback attitude towards past sins. If a vampire he knew were to get into trouble now, as Cass did, that was very bad. But he could not help who people were before he met them. They were granted that amnesty because he himself had left behind a multitude of bodies in Paris, New York, New Orleans. A trail of blood.

He checked his watch - there were places for him to be, towards which his walk had been aimed. "Go to Camden Town." Tristan lowered his hand and met her in the eye, giving directions. "You are looking for the Camden Town Hookers. Tell them I sent you. They are a coven - you need not join, in fact you may not be accepted, but they will put you up until you are able to find your own boarding."

Terry would curse him for it later, probably, but he wouldn't turn away a young thing with no footing. And this girl had no footing.

"Bien? If there is nothing else..." he gestured for her to move aside so that he could get on his way.

As honest without risking criminality, that likely meant she would be giving very little information most likely, she has a feeling for what her name was but that is what it was, whoever had that name was gone, she doubted that she was acting anything at all like they were before becoming a vampire. She wasn't even sure if she just had amnesia, maybe she has been a vampire for years but forgotten her history, that was also very likely to be what had happened, so what she would be able to tell and what she cannot would be very disappointing and they may just kick her out.

He wanting to leave, she was faintly annoyed that she didn't manage to rob him but this...something else, for certain it was something else. and she had not expected it, ambush still seemed much more likely to her but she had not been captured or robbed herself, and atleast there seemed to be some sort of purpose to do now other then survive.

Camden Town Hookers, she wasn't sure if it was a joke or not it was a lead of where to go and would apparently give her good shelter. Maybe a brothel would be a fine place for a Vampire to reside, lots of people so never lonely, open during the night so can sleep through the day. Still seemed an odd choice for...what did he say? A coven? Again confusing as to why he would send her to a group of witches but if they would put up with her, that was fine, she would be quiet, she knew how to be quiet.

"Merci beaucoup." She said calmly, memorizing in her mind the location given, she would head to where she was hiding, grab her worldly possessions of some money and head there, if they were to tolerate her she guessed money would make her more tolerable.

Gracefully she stepped aside and inclined her head as if giving him permission to leave, a friendly smile on her face as she kept both hands behind her back, trying to restrain herself from gaining additional funding from a generous contribution he would be, hopefully, unaware of.

Although she stepped aside, it was with a sense of reluctance. He returned her nod with a repeat of his greeting - a polite bow. It wasn't in Tristan's interest to question her. If she turned out to be a wild card he wanted to be able to claim he knew little of the creature, and that he acted right by advising her to register.

After all, he was not an enforcer of the Ministry's laws. What Sade did with the information he gave was not his concern.

"My regards to the Hookers, mademoiselle." Tristan walked past her with a vague smile. "I advise courtesy in their presence."

Terry was not like him. It served Terry better to bicker and dramatise and throw threats about. That was what coven leaders did, to amuse themselves and their kin. He wondered what the girl would make of the Hookers - but he did not have to wonder about what the Hookers themselves would think. Whatever came through their doors was no doubt fair game for amusement.