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He quietly took a seat back in the chair and sighed lightly.

"I already gave you a list of names. You can choose one. Though I guess for the sake of simplicity, you can just call me Ambrose. That's what most who know me address me by."

He then glanced in the direction of the would be hero and smirked as he watched him disappear around a corner.

"As for why I don't cloak my mind...well it's not like I hold top secret information in my mind. Any more ques-..."

He them stopped and chuckled.

"Of course you got questions. That's your purpose for speaking with me. To learn more about me. So...ask away."

He would then slouch down into the chair a bit.

"But as I said, make it quick as I will need to feed soon. And given how late it's getting, possibly sleep. Or at least venture to someplace dark. The sun and I don't exactly get along."

Despite the heat she was growing cold, goose bumps began covering her flesh, and she was suppressing a shiver. "Very well, I will call you Ambrose." she said with a small nod of her head. "I believe you're wrong there, you're mind holds many a secret, everyone's mind does." She would wrap her arms around herself.

"Well might I make a proposition to you." she said as he slouched and mentioned that he need to feed and he needed to get out of the sun. "You...do what you must. I will return to the cottage at the edge of town, and wait." She knew that this was rather large risk, as if this was done he could blow her off. However she wasn't sure she wanted to be around a hungry vampire, so this was likely the best option. "I will wait 2 days..." she started, "Then I will move on." She was letting him choose when he would talk to her. "There are heavy shutters...I can keep the sun out of the cottage, if you wish to come before sun up."

He listened to her quietly for a moment and remained silent for a time after she finished as though he was thinking it over. After a moment, he stood and held out a hand to her.

"Your cold. Some clothes may benefit you."

He would then chuckle softly.

"I'll tell you what...Since you seem so enthralled in learning of me I'll make my feeding quick. I'll take long enough for you to dress...shower...whatever the case may be. Either way I'll take long enough to afford you time to do what you need. But in the mean time, let's go get your coat and I'll escort you to the cottage. There's no telling what people may do to a barely clothed woman. And as proof I will show, I'll allow you to hold on to mine. Does that sound like a fair deal to you?"

As Ambrose thought she studied him, her near photographic memory taking in details, so when she recorded everything she had an accurate description. When he finally spoke a smile smile cracked her lips, "That is why I suggested the cottage." she nodded her head as she spoke.

She laughed a little bit when he continued speaking, and then she nodded once more. "Alright. Soul It wont take me more than 40 minuets." she got to her feet, pulling his coat tighter around her tall form. "I'm sure most of the residents of the village won't come out until morning. No doubt the screams of their neighbors have them quaking...." she trailed off a moment, remembering the scene she from when she first stumbled upon him. Again she suppressed a shiver but of a different nature.

"And yes..that sounds like a fair deal." she says walking down the steps of the porch. With the amount of time she had given him she could get cleaned up and make a few notes before he came back.

He nodded lightly as he trailed her down the steps and looked down the street.

"You say 40 minutes. That's fine. I shall give you an hour than just to afford you a bit more time in case something unexpected and unforeseen were to occur. And yes perhaps no one will come out during the venture to the cottage, but at the same time you never know. You seen the individual a few minutes ago. There's always someone who wants to play the hero. And if a said hero were to encounter you alone barely clothed as you are, well then said hero may believe he merits some kind of reward. Thus is the state of mind of a man. And in some cases a woman as well. But we can't have that happening now can we?"

He would then chuckle softly as he began walking up the street.

"You said the cottage is this way? Or are my directions mixed up...?"

Seemed to smile at the time extension, "That works well." she nodded a bit, now she could likely document the entirety of the meeting, and get cleaned up before he reached the cottage. As he continued on speaking about all the things that could or might occur, she turned to him with a genuine grin. "Well if you say so, but I can assure you. If something like that were to happen, I could defend myself rather adequately."

As he started up she followed him, her coat was this way, the cottage was the opposite way. When he directed his question to her she smiled and shook her head, "Nope but my coat is."

He chuckled a bit at her response and glanced back a her.

"The ability to defend ones self is indeed an ability one should always learn but even such it offers no guarantee. Just as my accompanying you alone is not a guarantee of safe passage but it still presents better odds than traveling alone."

He would then continue up the street heading towards her coat as he rubbed his chin in thought.

"So tell me... I'm curious. Why is it that with all the vampiric beings out there, not to mention other beings I'm fairly certain merit more worth than I, why is it I am a choice target of the Talamasca?"

Trailed along only a few steps behind him, and eventually nodded her head. As she nodded her coppery locks shuddered, they had come loose from their confinement when she shifted. "Alright Ambrose, at this point I'll agree with you." which she was doing to end this debate because really it was something it could be debated upon for hours.

When he posed his next question she would smile a moment, as she thought. It wasn't the order who chose you it was I she thought to herself searching for an appropriate answer to that question. She stooped and picked up her jacket. She searched the pockets of her jacket to make sure nothing was lost. By the time she was finished she still didn't have a good answer to for him, so she decided it was best to wing it. "Well we try to make contact with various vampires...You said you know Lestat. He's had run ins with our members, so have other vampires." She wouldn't tell him she had attempted to make contact with the vampiress who had been his wife.

She straightened up, "There...I have my coat..."

He chuckled softly at her response as he turned and started headed the other direction now that she had her coat back.

"In other words...You chose me. Lestat told me the story of the female talamascian who he encountered. She practically stalked him. Even going so far as to dress as the stereo type known as a Goth in order to gain access to a concert he held without question and eventually confront him back stage at said concert. From what she informed him, it was actually advised to not confront Lestat due to the danger he was bringing upon himself at exposing, albeit secretly but still exposing the vampiric community through his songs. Obviously this would present danger to any vampire as we do try to maintain at least a somewhat secret life as best as we can. Though obviously some things are harder to keep secret than others..."

He would then chuckle softly as he looked towards her over his shoulder.

"I know my being related to Lestat would merit me some attention but not enough to have orders issued to track my by the Talamascians. I told you. Your organization isn't as secret as you think to those with the proper connections. So let's face facts. Either Talamasca has lowered their standards or you chose to persue me. Am I correct?"

Once again she was left trailing a few steps behind the vampire. She perked a brow when he spoke so bluntly. She had never met Jesse, and never would now because it was rumored that she was embraced but the ancient one Maharet, but she read Lestat's account in his book. She would blink a bit as he looked over his shoulder to her, but remained silent until he was finished speaking.

A little sigh spilled over her cupid bow like mouth. "Well. Your connection to Lestat was entirely unknown when I started this case....You're correct. I chose to make contact with you, of course I required the consent of the council...."

He chuckled softly once more as he slowed his own pace allowing her to wind up directly beside him.

"Well you chose to meet me. And now here I am. You have been given your chance and have met me. But as mentioned earlier, we both have things to attend to that must put our meeting on hold but we have already decided when we shall meet again so you have no fear of having to track me again."

He then glanced towards the sky.

"Perhaps if you stick around long enough you might possibly get to meet Lestat as well as our paths do cross from time to time. But thats only a gamble on the encounter not an guarantee."

He then chuckled softly.

"Is there anything you wish to inquire of me before we part ways?"

As she drew up beside him she looked up to him, which wasn't far as she herself was tall. "I have accomplished that much you're correct there." she replied to him as they drew near the cottage.

It was small, and decently maintained. Outside heavy, functional shutters were on the windows. They would need to be closed before Ambrose returned. A fence around the small garden, and a short drive way. In the drive way a pearly white BMW M3 sat, obviously her mode of transportation. Luxury and speed all rolled into one awesome package.

To his possible offer of meeting Lestat she took a breath in, the council didn't want any contact made with him, or the others he mentioned. Due to growing tension between the order and the vampires. The tension caused by the fact that three of the orders most promising members had been embraced, Jessie, David Talbolt, and Merrick Mayfair. "That would be a delight." was her answer to him, despite the decree by the council she was interested in the possibility of meeting the brat prince.

To his last question she shook her head, "No." and a soft smile was given, "I'll have the shutters closed by the time you get back."

He looked to the cottage and examined it quietly for a moment as they neared it then to the car. He then looked back to her and grinned softly.

"A woman with a taste of the finer things in life. Such an expensive vehicle. Talamasca must line your pockets quite well in order to afford such a magnificent vehicle."

He would then chuckle softly as he turned slightly heading towards the door.

"Well if you have no further inquiries of me for the time being, then I guess this is where we part ways for the time being. I shall see you in an hour."

Vee cracked a smile to his comment in regards to her chosen car. "It's a rental actually." was her reply, "I don't make anything. The order pays for everything...as they always had..." she trailed off with a slight frown.

Nodded her head to him, "Yes an hour."

He chuckled a bit.

"They put you in the face of creatures as potentially lethal as Lycans, Weres and vampires and don't even give you any form of monetary compensation? The military fights for what their country believes is right and they get even more money for being thrust into the midst of danger. But oh well. It isn't my choice who gets paid what."

He would then bow to her slightly at her nod.

"Well then. I shall see you in an hour."

Tapping into his Celerity disciple once more he would quickly dash off before she would be able to get out another word already I'm search of meal to sate his raising hunger.

Vee just offered a sly smile, "I didn't say that I didn't have money. I always have money on me but it's the orders. They pay for everything as they always have..." She sighed a little then trailed off.

Before she even got the word good bye out of her mouth he was gone. Before she headed inside she would close and bolt the outer shutters, and have a quick cigarette.

After she was inside, she got herself cleaned up and properly dressed, once again fine clothing, a long black skirt, and a pale blue dress shirt this time. Put on a pot of coffee and then turned on the small notebook computer, to start up her notes.

While the computer booted up she began going over things in her mind. What could have possibly been quite disastrous had turned out quite well thus far. She had established contact, and a meeting had been set up. Then it hit her, he would be showing up shortly before sunrise, and that meant he would be spending the day light hours in the cottage.

She suddenly got a little bit anxious, stuck inside a cottage all day with a vampire she barely knew, and quite obviously one with a violent streak. With that thought in mind she began working on her notes, making a quick yet accurate synopsis of the night, with the closing statement of If you receive no further contact with me, please close The Crowley file and let no others investigate as it leads to danger. Then she sent the notes in an email to her superior.

By the time he arrived she was making herself a second cup of coffee.

He would traverse the night enshrouded forest quickly and quietly soon finding himself a source of food. He knew many people in the village wandered the night forests for no reason and he had found one. Not wanting to waste time he quickly sated his hunger in a fashion that didn't even allow his meal to let out a noise of surprise. He then turned and headed back towards the cottage, with a good bit of the hour left. He would actually wind up in the cottage well before the hour was up and just simply stayed in the shadows and out of her sight. As she would go for her second cup of coffee, he would emerge from the shadows in a corner of the room behind her.

"Email summarizing my violent outburst...sent...shower...taken...fresh wardrobe...donned. Hour...Up. Sorry. I can be a stickler for punctuality."

By how he spoke, it was apparent he had been there for awhile.

"And don't worry. I wasn't here until after you were dressed."

He would them chuckle softly.

When his voice sounded in the room behind her, she startled to the point the coffee cup nearly dropped from her hand. Instead of that she sloshed coffee down the front of her clean shirt. "Christ." she exclaimed out of sheer surprise, she hadn't even felt the heat of the hot coffee yet. When it hit her she cursed. She turned around rapidly, her untied copper hair flying about her in a circle as she did so. She was actually angry, "You scared the shit out of me! How did you get in?!" she hadn't heard any doors. "Now I have to change again." she threw him an irritated glance.

Then she took a deep breath to collect herself, she realize she was taking a strip of a vampire, rightly so, but still she didn't want to make him angry. "Please stay here, have a seat on the couch if you like." Was all she said as she picked up the netbook computer and headed to her room. Her mind was going over everything had just said, digesting the fact that he had watched her go about her business, he spied on her. As she closed the bedroom door she smirked a bit Bastard played the orders own trick on me. He watched me, as I would have watched a subject. As I watched him. she thought to herself. She grabbed another shirt, green this time, changed, then headed back out.

He simply smirked, an action that wouldn't be seen however due to being in the shadows of the room and thus them covering his face. He would then watch her quietly leave and showed no obvious response to her momentary out burst. He would stay standing there and fold his arms over his chest and close his eyes.

Emerged from the room in an emerald green dress shirt, cut much like the other one she had been wearing. She was happy to see that he was still here, out of sheer habit she asked, "Can I get you anything?" and as soon as the question fell from her lips she regretted it. She knew full well that he didn't need a drink of water, or something to eat. "Poor starter." she said more to herself as she crossed the room, walking past him.

Now that she had a few moments to collect herself she was back to business. As she lifted the half cup of coffee from the counter she looked to him. "I hope you had a good mean." she said before sipping her coffee. "I think we should get started..." she crossed over to the couch.

Inside the cottage the only places that were enclosed were the bedroom and bathroom, the rest was a combined kitchen,eating, living area. In the living area a couch, a chair and a coffee table. The eating area a very small table and 3 chairs, and the kitchen was equipped with the usual things.