[b]Elysia[/b]

Sia would have like to say that she'd had a good night but in truth, she hadn't. The phone call from her parents had been the last thing she'd wanted to hear and she'd refused their requests to 'come home and talk about it'. She didn't want to talk about it. There was no way in a million years she was going to marry Jack. Ugh. So, instead of going home like a responsible adult, she headed out to a bar to drink away her troubles. 

It should have been a good night. She'd gotten nicely tipsy, met some really fun people and even danced on the bar top a little but as soon as she left, she was back to her thoughts and she really didn't want to have to deal with what her parents were asking of her. She knew the importance that she marry well. She was an only child and the sole person who could continue their strong position in vampiric society. Or, perhaps even make it stronger. She knew what her parents expected but it didn't make it any easier on her. She had never really thought about marriage before now. Of course she'd dated but she traveled so much that it was easier to avoid getting too attached to any one person. Now she didn't even have a choice in the matter. They were happy to just ship her off to [i]Jack Danvers[/i], of all people. Didn't it matter what she wanted?

"Apparently not," Elysia grumbled as she stepped out of the elevator and made her way towards her apartment door. "Well, screw them. I just wont go home," she decided aloud, rooting through her bag for her keys and attempting multiple times to unlock the door. The alcohol she'd drunk wasn't exactly aiding her coordination. Finally, however, the door just seemed to slide open and she stepped inside, flipping on the light.

Sia caught the scent of another vampire a fraction of a second before her eyes came to stop on a figure in the living room ahead of her. She jumped and dropped her keys onto the floor. Somewhere through her slightly fuzzy mind, she realized she was a big bad vampire, too, and that she shouldn't be so terribly frightened of an intruder. Then her gaze came to rest on the face of the person who had broken into her apartment and she stared at him in surprise. 

"Jett?"