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Aava seemed very happy of her book choice, especially after Evren approved it. The näkki was smiling like a child in a candyshop, following behind Evren and tangling her dragging hair in dust, bookshelves and corners. It was starting to look a bit ugly at the tails of her hair, the part that kept dragging on the ground was full of kinks, twigs and all sorts of trash bits.
Aava hummed as she looked at the books, ignoring Evren and the skeleton man's conversations as she didn't really comprehend them.

When the skeleton man walked to Aava and began speaking, Aava was startled at first, looking at him dead in the eyes, her big eyes boring into his eyesockets. Then confusion began to take over, and Aava slowly cocked her head to the side as she mulled over the words, trying to make them seem sense. It was still a bit patcy, but some things Aava could understand.
[color=teal]"Am not... a siren,"[/color] Aava stated, her English sounding very thick, all the consonants sharp. [color=teal]"I sing. And play. I play with child. I eat child. And man. I sleep in my lake. My lake is best lake,"[/color] Aava nodded proudly, her language skills still a bit patchy but understandable nonetheless.
[color=teal]"Aava... Aava likes to eat child who swim in my lake. Their flesh... fresh!"[/color]
Aava smiled at the skeleton man, a big, toothy grin that showed off her jagged teeth. Even though she looked considerably more human now, the teeth had remained the same.
[color=teal]"Just me, my lake. My... area... only my. Other näkki have other lake."[/color]

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Vanessa was a bit worried, now. She hadn't gotten an answer from Beck - Beck, who was apparently somewhere outside of her apartment. Was the woman stalking her? Or had she just happened to be around, and now was trying to look out for her? Pfft. Nessa didn't need help from anyone. That's what her pride always told her.
Sighing and limping around her apartment, Nessa gathered things into a backpack - essentials, blood from the fridge, money and the horrible book she'd been reading. Everything in case Beck was right and she'd have to make a haste exit.
Walking to the window facing to the street, Vanessa tried to discreetly peer through it as if to see if she was in danger for real. There she saw two figures - one very familiar, belonging to Beck, and a man she did not recognise but was clearly in the middle of a conversation with Beck. Nessa's fight or flight began tingling, her nerves telling her there was indeed something wrong and that she needed an escape. Taking out her phone, she texted Beck again and stared out the window to see if the woman would respond.
[i]'Who is that guy?'[/i]