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Four Days Ago:
He'd managed to get himself cornered, not the ideal situation to find himself in. After weeks of tracking the vampire mage, Akrai had thought he was close to closing his file. Instead it seemed the vampire mage was on to him, that was how he ended up in this mess. He'd at least managed to send out a zing to Xander before he'd entered the street fair, though he hadn't gotten any response back. Crowds of mortals swarmed around him, pushing passed and hovering around him, and still Akrai hadn't lost sight of his quarry. The monster seemed to float through the people, never bumping or alerting the mortals that he was there.
It wasn't until they were both nearly to the center square, that Akrai realized there might be a problem. To his eye it seemed his prey wasn't even aware of him, stopping to look at items for sale or listen to the music playing. However a few steps later, Akrai realized his mistake. The vampire mage very suddenly whipped around to face him, a cocky smile stretched across his pale face. A second later an explosion of blood magic hit his shield, deflecting into a building and knocking away some of the bricks. It bought him time to throw a blinding ball of light into vampire mage, setting him back while Akrai threaded a single gold colored binding spell around his target. The vampire mage however was crafty enough to slip it, forcing Akrai to use a last resort spell. In a dazzle of exploding lights, he knocked the vampire mage out. What Akrai didn't realize was this had been recorded on one of those mortal devices, and within seconds posted to that mysterious thing they called the internet.
Present Day:
Unbeknownst to him, Akrai's stunt in the street fair had since gotten a lot of attention among the mortals. The laws were meant to keep magic from the mortals, protecting those who had it. He didn't think it had been a big deal, in fact the entire incident had long since been forgotten. Now he sat in a dimly lit bar, his eyes watching the mirror behind the bar to keep his target in sight at all time. He was dressed in his usual attire for tracking; dark jeans, and black wife beater undershirt, and heavy dark boots. He never carried actually weapons on him, which helped him to blend in a little better.
He'd been coaxed into bringing a random date to this bar, as a means of further blending in. Something he hadn't liked at first, until he'd been told it wasn't for a real date. His quarry was clearly on edge as it was, sitting two tables back from the bar. A young woman who'd for unknown reasons taken off from her family, and it seemed had been selling her unique abilities. Akrai watched in the mirror as she fidgeted in her chair, shifting her drink on the table top. Her eyes continually moving to the main door, as though she were watching for something or someone to come through.
As he watched her carefully, Akrai forgot to keep an eye out for his own "date". Instead he allowed a small silver coin, no bigger than a thimble, float just above his open palm on the bar top. It turned in slow revolutions in the air, something highly unusual to be seen so openly. The coin had been a "gift", left for him by the only living thing to ever evade him. A strange young woman from another realm, a face he couldn't forget; not because of her beauty, but rather because she'd slipped him and he'd never found her again. After a moment Akrai used his free hand to bring his high ball glass to his lips, and take a sip of the strange mortal liquor he'd ordered. The amber colored liquid had a bitter, strong taste, but warmed as it slid down his throat. Absentmindedly he wondered if agreeing to meet with the strange woman who'd messaged him, was his best idea. He had enemies after all, and who was to say she was really some mortal.