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had disappeared around the block before he let go of the branch and dropped to the ground.
    Her lilac scent made her an easy target to follow from a far distance, but after only a mile of walking, Lucien took a guess as to where she was headed. He took a different, shorter route through the city, moving quickly, unnoticed by humans, until he was back in front of the door labeled “Deific.”
    He ducked inside the coffee shop across the street and sat by the streak-free window. Several heads turned in his direction, but he ignored them, his usual response. Lucien stared through his reflection toward the Deific door and waited for the woman to appear. He guessed he was maybe fifteen minutes ahead of her.
    It used to bother him to be near humans, but after centuries of living among them, it no longer disturbed him. Even the smell of blood did nothing but tease his senses. When he was first turned into a vampire, he spent years unable even to be near humans without wanting to tear them apart. His blood lust had proved too great. But eventually he learned to appreciate blood the same way humans appreciated aged wine, as a fine and rare delicacy.
    Across the street, several people entered the black door. They looked like regular, predictable people: same worried expressions, same nervous habits, and the same smell of fear for the future. Humans always feared the future, afraid time would bring them misery. He used to sympathize with this fear when he could still remember what it was like to be human. Over time, however, he came to resent the fearful nature of humans, along with their inability to simply accept whatever fate life had in store for them. The majority of humans would live their entire lives in fear of something they could never control. It was a pointless waste of time.
    Another worried face—a blond-haired man—opened the door to the Deific and held it open while he talked to a woman who was also entering the building. Beyond them, just inside, was a black counter manned by two large men.
Security guards.
Lucien also took note of the cameras both outside and inside the building.
    Within a few minutes, the strange woman appeared, walking alongside a tall thin man with short curly brown hair. The curly-haired man opened the door and watched her as she passed through it. The look was full of emotion beyond mere friendship. This man had feelings for the woman.
    Once the door closed, Lucien removed his cell phone from his pocket and dialed the only number he ever called.

Chapter 3
    “How can I help you Lucien?” a man’s gruff voice said.
    Lucien eyed the building across the street. “I need you to find out what you can about a place called Deific.”
    “How’s that spelled?”
    “D-E-I-F-I-C.”
    “Are they here in Seattle?”
    “Yes.”
    “Call me later today. I should have what you need.”
    “Thanks Scott.” Lucien hung up the phone.
    Scott Clark was as dependable as both his father and his grandfather had been. They’d been Lucien’s attorneys for decades. Lucien knew he was going to need some connection to the human world, and after watching Scott’s grandfather for almost a year, he knew he’d found a man he could trust.
    The Clark’s were shrewd businessmen but unfailingly honest. Lucien entrusted his entire fortune to them, and as a result, each Clark generation had tripled his fortune, but Lucien didn’t care about the money. He only worked with the Clarks because they never asked questions and were hard working.
    After the woman disappeared inside the Deific, Lucien walked back to her house and used the hidden key in the siding to open the door. The inside of the home was abnormally simple. No pictures hung on the walls or lay on tables. The living room consisted of one couch, a small end table and a black lamp. There was no television and no dining room table. In fact, most of the rooms were empty except the bedroom upstairs, which was completely opposite from the rest of the house.
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