[b][color=8882be]Calis Everglad[/color][/b]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUvnj2DLrSo]Music[/url]

He quietly followed Vladimir inside the house. The stench of a Lycan greeted him. He was slightly disgusted in thoughts. From the corners of his eyes, he watched Miss O’Neill. His target. So close. Yet so far. However, He knew that he must have to wait. First win the trust of the residents. Especially the trust of Miss O’Neill. He said nothing the whole time, while Vladimir showed everything. As he expected, the house was just as big from the outside, as from the inside. He smiled ad Vladimir prepared a bed for him. Quite amusing to see such beast of a man getting a bed ready. It didn’t fit in the picture he had from the man in his head. He also meant to see a change in attitude of the man when he looked at miss O’Neill just briefly. He saw miss O’Neill reacting as well. Huh. Seems like there was more for the eye. He smiled. [color=8882be]“Thank you. Good night Mr. Vladimir.” [/color]

When Vladimir was out of the room. He realized something. He now was alone in a room with Miss O’Neill. He could kill her right now, and just beat it. It wasn’t like he really needed a place to stay or so. He really had the urge to just run at her now, and kill her. Prehaps just bite her. He resisted the urge however. The hybrid was still near. The ruckus and sound it would give were possibly enough for the hybrid to come barging into the door, and this hybrid was a specimen that you wouldn’t want to get in a fight with. Not that Calis hated a challenge, but still. He wouldn’t take the risk. Not now. What he learned from his time as a hired gun, was that an assassination required patience. Waiting for the right moment to strike. So, he just sat on the bed and looked at Miss O’Neill. [color=8882be]“ It really is a shame that it was broken yes. Good night too you as well Miss O’Neill.”[/color] 

When Miss O’Neill was out of the room, he took of his jacket, threw at near the bed, and then let himself fall on the soft mattress. It surely was a lot better than the beds he usually slept in. Normally, he slept inside cheap low budget hostels, where you could see paper-hangings, hanging of the wall, and sometimes even mice walking. He grinned. He still couldn’t believe how easy it had been for him to come inside. This Vladimir surely was a weak sympathetic being  now was he? Everyone with such story as him could come here. Fool. He then made himself ready to sleep. Onto the next day.