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To think he’d see her again in a place like this. Among the cracked, dirty facades and narrow alleyways. The closed shops and old neon signs. It was almost laughably improbable. Really what were the odds?. Among all the grime, she was certainly a welcome sight, even if they had parted on .. let’s say strange terms. But he knew one thing. That this was more his world than hers.And if she was here, she had a good reason. Because neither of them did anything without a good reason.

His father and their family were prolific in Paris and France as a whole, but Rufus Lohr - and subsequently, their sons - knew they were not the only inhuman family to inhabit the area. All largely known to one another, and occupying large areas of the city they inhabited, it was no surprise that they would have frequent run-ins with one another.

      “ You might already be aware, but...there’s a lot of hunters out tonight, a few people that have been on my radar for a while. ” Certain she was already aware of his presence, he spoke up without greeting from the old city wall upon which he sat. His own ability to detect his own race may proceed hers, but he didn’t know of her personal situation...perhaps their family had also produced half-bloods like him, capable of forewarning them of those with bad intentions.  “ I would be cautious. The may wish to do your kind some harm. ”

Unlike most of the creatures that inhabited this world, being a Dhampir rendered him almost entirely fearless when faced with Vampires; it was his own kind that perplexed him, as they often took to the Parisian streets to scorn the race from which they were born. 

Of all the days he could have picked to spend at home...apparently, they were hosting some kind of get-together for the close associates of his father's business. And, of course, their families. Lots of people that he most definitely wasn't in the mood for.

He could leave the house entirely, but he knew he'd suffer the consequences with the grand punishment of his mother's wrath. So, he did the next best thing and took shelter in the library, silently praying that no one else would think to come here to escape the hustle and bustle of the stuck-up gatherings they were obligated to attend.

Business arrangements between their parents were frequent; they were becoming even more so now that their equally awful mothers had gotten closer with one another. And as always, Bonnie had insisted on dragging him along with them, in spite of the fact that most of the goings-on between them were strictly confidential.

James found this particularly vexing - he was an adult now, and had officially acquired his own share in his father's newspaper, all responsibility included. In his opinion, his involvement here had become his mandatory right.

Unfortunately for him, such was not the case, and he had been left in some form of sitting room to entertain himself for what might be hours to come. Briefly, he checked his phone, before lighting a cigarette. Maybe the smoke would set off the fire alarms and bring this dull evening to an end.

It wasn't until he'd drawn in a lungful of polluted air that he noticed the familiar girl - a daughter of the hosting family - entering the room in which he sat. She looked a little more...worse for wear than usual. He exhaled slow, before breaking the silence between them.

Needless to say, he hadn't been expecting anyone to appear in the foyer of his father's offices at a time like this. No one had scheduled an appointment with the man at the top, nor any of his colleagues - that was something Jasper checked obsessively. He liked to know what to expect from the day ahead, after all - at least as much as one could foresee in this industry, anyway.

Thankfully, this young woman wasn't entirely unfamiliar; she was likely the daughter of one of his father's associates, and her name wasn't too far from his tongue, either. It only took a few seconds, and a quick once-over of the familiar face stood before him, for it to emerge from him.