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The flat became an opium den of sorts. Where blood became the drug of choice and domination became the chaser. Days became weeks and weeks became months. In between the time they spent together at night there was still time during the day for Alissia to continue her normal routine of working and taking care of things for the flat like the bills. Even though she was only getting about six hours of sleep and constantly moving more so then ever before she always woke felling refreshed for some reason. Her new friend never left their place. Always sleeping during the day in a make shift bed in the bathroom as it was the only room in the flat without a window despite the hall closet. 

A powerful mixture to be sure as Halima had this dance with many in the past. She was near perfection in her technique. By the end of the first month the poor roommate had no choice but to be ever so helpful. Teaching the dark temptress about the new world. The technology advances, the languages, the night life. During the times her new pet slept the dark haired Egyptian learned of the world. This is not to say the dark creature never ventured outside. More then once has she dared to step out of the flat and wander the streets while her 'friend' slept off being drained. The beast knew not to harm its live stock too harshly, so she would venture out to feed. The alleys and corridors dimly lit provided the avenues through the bright city street lights she loathed. Like veins they carried her through to the heart and every corner of the thriving giant. Playing many roles in the process of perfecting her new language skills. Sometimes she would play the damsel in destress, some time's when need was great a harlot in desperation, she was a creature with many faces. Her obfuscation gave the image of a friend, lover, confidant, family member. And with each encounter she was parts student and master. Learning of gestures, fashion, customs, anything she saw as new, the creature learned from. 

Halima marveled at the innovation of humans. The car, the cell phone, the internet, it was all so powerful, yet simplistic in its role fulfillment. She wanted to try it all but was blocked by the resources of her roommate. She needed the coin of the realm. One point she took her new friend back to the tunnel entrance just out side the city. Deep into the crypt where the beast had been buried by the destruction above. Moving to a wall there was a plastered portion weaker then the stone. Breaking it open was a simple task. Inside there was coins of gold and uncut jewels in small sacks. Through persuasive language and her friends help she was able to sell it all for the paper currency. Humans could track the currency in any other form. In point of fact they had become very fanatical about the practice. This made Halim's tasks harder, but with a few well placed words things would smooth over. After a few locations the dark temptress had well over half a million in cash. Through her friend she had bought a few choice items; a cell phone, some clothes, motor bike, and a short blade. It was a start, but there would be things she needed to fake, like identification. This new world was very into labeling everything under Ra until she felt more then a little stifled on how the new world worked. 

After the first few months she was refining her practices, speech patterns, gestures. By six months Halima was a tourist, still with her faux pas and trouble with language. Many thought at first meeting the creature might have been from 'American' the way Halima would act. Many ask to the point she thought of visiting this new world at least once, though the thought of traveling the ocean terrified the once servant girl to her core. Time passed her pet interaction was routine in nature though new requests and feedings were given almost daily. 

Halima eventually found her niche in the modern world. Though there were times she found herself in the library online reading of the time between the present day and the time Rome fell. The creatures mind only created more questions then answers. Where there more vampires? Was she one of the few that survived? Where would they be in the world that now doubled in size from the flat earth she thought she knew? Did she really want to know the answers to these questions? It seemed that the more the dark haired beauty learned the more there was just beyond the edges of the previous answer. Standing on the sidewalk letting her thoughts encircle her head with questions without answers, Halima sighed defeated for the time being. Standing out in the open in her sneakers, jeans and suit coat. Not really dressed to stand out from the passersby. Yet the silent beauty still caught the attention of those that looked her way.
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