Needle in a Haystack [CLOSED]

Boooorrreeedooooom. Yes, that was it. There wasn't much for someone like Lilith to do in the city. She had seen it all, done it all, and 'knows' it all. She wasn't some genius; she has just been around a very long time. There wasn't anything that could really surprise her. Not much could catch her off guard. She knew people well, so you couldn't lie to her. If you were doing something sneaky, she more then likely knew it. She just didn't care to stop you. What was the point anyway? Lilith did not like it when people paid too close attention to her. Well, she didn't like it when large numbers of people did. The individual person was fine and sometimes good company, but people as a whole are paranoid, panicky, and stupid. That wasn't something that Lilith Antonovich could have happen around her.

So when this overwhelmingly obvious man decided to tail her for whatever reason, Lilith decided to bore the hell out of him. She hadn't fed since she had been in the city, so she doubted that he was interested in what she was. Apparently walking through the market was enough to catch someone's eye in Fenmont. Lilith began going in and out of stores, looking at a few things, and then buying nothing. She not once gave the man a glance because she knew exactly where he was. There were a few times she lost his location, but the moment people around his height moved away from him, he was easily re-spotted. Store one was a general foods store. She looked around at anything she didn't recognize and left without buying a thing. The next store was a sports store, though Lilith truly wondered how long this place would be in business. She thought about going into a weird occult store, but moved on.

The last store she stepped into was a toy store. She spent the longest time in here, usually watching children begging their parents to buy them something extra. It was so cute! Lilith didn't understand why any 'normal' person would want ot live in this city, but to each their own. After about ten minutes of looking around, she finally left the toy store. When she did, she realized that she completely lost sight of the man that was following her. She glanced around, sensed, and anything else she could think of to find him again, but found nothing. Assuming he had given up on her, since there was no reason to be trailing her in the first place, she shrugged it off and began making her way down the street toward the park. At least there Lilith felt like she could relax. One thing she loved about this city: no sun.

The park wasn't a crowded place, but there were enough people around to cause a scene if needed. Lilith wasn't entirely sure she liked the layout of the place either. The sidewalks were to thin, only two people could walk side by side. The water fountains were too far from the children's playground. The bathrooms were closer to the street and away from any of the picnic areas. And the dog park was too close to where the children played. These were all red lights that Lilith noticed as she looked around. Safety of the children should have been the number one concern, but apparently not. The moment a curious three year old grabs the tail of a dog who just so happened to be in a bad mood that day, it'd be all over. Someone who wanted to pick a child up and take them away would use the bathrooms as a way to do so. Lilith just shook her head and sighed at this as she heard something behind her.

"Hm?" she turned her head back to see her stalker laying on the ground and getting a look up her skirt. She raised an eyebrow and stamped on the guys chest a little quicker than one most humans would show. She immediately removed her foot, having only applied enough pressure to knock the wind out of the guy before he got back up. Over time, Lilith's control over her strength had become perfect. She could pass as human quite easily. She kept looking at him like he was an idiot pervert as he spoke to her. When she was handed the card, she even snatched it away from him and glared back to him. "And why the hell are you 'investigating' me?" she asked, putting up hand-signed quotation marks and then placing a fist on her hip, "As I recall, I haven't done shit to anyone and have only been in the city for about a week and a half... You have no business following me around the market, Morgan Kincaid."

Yes, she had caught him following her and she was rather adamant in making sure he understood that. Lilith looked him up and down and was seemingly checking him out. While he spoke, she took in a sniff, though it would be no different than a normal breath to this man. She wrinkled her nose a bit, almost as if it had an itch, but quite straightened up her expression right after. "So what are these so-called questions that you need to ask?" she crossed her arms in front of her chest and tilted her head to the side a bit, "And be quick, if you don't mind; I have places that I need to be."

"Did you know that some people would call what you do stalking?" Lilith tilted her head to the side and stared almost eerily at him. Her face was strangely blank. It wasn't dull, no. It was like a doll. It was like a wide-eyed porcelain doll looking directly into your soul. It was like this woman could tell more about him in these few moments than he would care to admit. "Of course I noticed you; Not many are as tall as you are." she said with a shake of her head, "And if the same man with such a distinct look keeps appearing within your vicinity, anyone with a decent amount of awareness would notice." This was not entirely true. He was hiding well and quite stealthy when he was following her. It was her skill that had thrown it off. If it weren't for who and what she was, along with how long she had been alive, he would have gone completely unnoticed. She didn't exactly realize that at the moment.

"Giving out quite a lot of detail about yourself, Morgan." Lilith raised an eyebrow at him. He wasn't lying to her. She would be able to tell if he was, so why was he being so loose with his information? So he had kids, she would take note of that. When he asked her name, he received a blank stare and a couple blinks as reply. When he asked about the woman 'Klara', she just shook her head. "She the one who told you to stalk me?" Lilith asked him. She was only half joking when she was using the word 'stalk'. She wanted to see if she could get under his skin. Lilith, being what she was, liked her privacy, so to have someone following her around was a little more than irritating. Hearing the word 'vampire', Lilith instantly scoffed, "And you took that job? Interesting man." She listened to the rest of what he had to say, but stopped him when she realized he said something she didn't like!

"Wait... So you're following me around when you're supposed to be looking for a man?" she raised an eyebrow and looked offended, "And calling me a beautiful man doesn't say much for me as a woman, ya know." Lilith looked away and puffed out her cheeks in a soft pout. That was really offensive to her, but only because she was intentionally twisting his words. This was fun.

"Not really... A stalker is just someone who pursues someone who doesn't want to be pursued." Lilith explained with a light shrug of her shoulders, "If we want to talk about the more... primal nature of stalking, your stealthy way of following me around the city relates to animals wandering through the brush, waiting to take down their prey." While she explained this, Lilith brought her hands up and wiggled her fingers in the manner of the claw. Once she said the word 'prey' she pretended to lung at him, but was obviously being playful about it. She didn't even touch him, but that was for her own safety, not his personal space. And as this conversation between them continued, Lilith could only see him as a smart ass. There was a part of her that wanted to smack him, but held back.

"The man who thinks he has the right to follow me around the city without my permission doesn't exactly get the right to be a condescending asshole." Lilith told him rather bluntly as he spewed colored names off toward her. Lilith was completely unaware of the board game "Clue", so the names he spouted at her didn't click. "You're not a cop. You're not a guard. You have no actual authority over me. You're a private investigator... Meaning you take on the jobs that those with authority won't do in hopes of finding some sort of proof... From what I can tell, you don't even respect the title you've given yourself, so don't expect me to. For you, it's all about getting paid, which I can respect for your kids' sake. For the people you stalk, it's their lives being invaded by someone they don't know."

"And Klara Gorovich was attacked by a man acting as a vampire. He's just another fool thinking it's cool to play pretend and he harmed her in the process.  He's done this to multiple women over the passed two weeks, and if Klara, who obviously hired you, reads the paper... she'll know that he died this morning." Lilith pulled a single strand of newspaper from an inner pocket around within the area around her breasts and held it out to him, "It seems repeatedly drinking large quantities of blood from another human can kill a man. Go figure.... Keep that, by the way..." Lilith motioned toward the newspaper, "Use that as proof of his demise and get your money. I'd rather your children not starve because you decided to stalk the pretty man around the street... I think they'd question your sanity."

"Good day, Morgan Kincaid." she said her final farewell and walked off.

The first expression Lilith gave was to his comment on him being sneaky. She kept her face slightly dull and full of disbelief. The second expression was toward his comment on her height. She gave him a roll of her eyes and an irritated shake of her head. She wasn't on the average side; this guy was the one that could be labeled village giant. And the government? What sort of government hires a private investigator? If they did, it wouldn't be 'private', now would it? That was when she raised an eyebrow an an accusing manner; he was making himself suspicious to her now, not just the other way around. She used the word stalk to get on his nerves and it worked. He finally had the decency to apologize. Even if he had just fallen, it's extremely inconsiderate to look up a woman's skirt and then not have the decency to say sorry. Too bad he hadn't said it when it actually happened.

"What?" Lilith threw her head back and rolled her eyes in irritation as she turned back toward him, "What now?" He tried calling her out on something she had said and then asked if she had a connection to them. What the living hell? Lilith's eyes narrowed at him. She looked as if she was ready to pounce on her own prey. "You're annoying me, you know?" she told him and crossed her arms again, "Who said I have any connection to either of them? And what does it matter that I've only been here for a week and a half? The paper is the one saying he's being attacking women for two weeks and now he's dead. Did you not read it thoroughly, or are you just trying to get me to stay here?" It was then that Lilith heard the low growl of some sort of animal. She blinked and turned toward a dog who was looking straight at her, pulling their small owner a long. Lilith looked to the young girl.

"I-I'm s-sorry! He's being bad!" the girl said as she tried tugging on the leash of her dog. Lilith just blinked as the dog acted as if it was going to bite her. "No! Bad dog! Stop it!" the girl was on the verge of crying, "You can't attack people; it's not nice! Stop it!" Lilith stared down at the dog in a challenging way. The two kept eye contact, the dog growling and her just staring back at it. After a good thirty seconds, the dog suddenly started whimpering and sat down, laying it's head on it's paws. Lilith leaned down at pat the dog on the head, "That's better." The dog raised it's head and began wagging it's tail, barking in much more friendly way. "Off with you." Lilith said and the dog stood back up, nudging it's young owner and then walking along with her the way a trained animal should. Lilith stood again and looked to Morgan, glancing him up and down, "So are you done with me or not?"

The moment he walked off, Lilith just smirked. There was a part of her that felt like laughing at him, but the idea of actually smiling just threw her off. Instead, she waited for a few moments. As he walked off, she memorized his scent and then began to follow it. She kept herself on the roofs of buildings or in the trees. She was personally showing off. There wasn't a single part of him that became aware of her presence, but she was sorta cheating. She followed him to his home and watched as he began walking into the house. Lilith jumped from the top of a roof across the street and landed silently behind him. She leaned up against a near by lamp pole and smiled toward him. "And that is how you stalk someone, my friend Morgan Kincaid." Her smile was eerie. It was obviously forced, like the stuck face of a porcelain doll. She was beautiful, but as Morgan had figured out. There was something very off about her. There was something unnaturally supernatural about her very existence.

With arms crossed along her chest, Lilith stepped up toward the house, but off toward the side to peek in through a window. "You have kids, right?"  She acted as if she was hiding from something, sneakily looking over the frame and to the inside to try and get a glimpse of the kids. "Can I meet them?" the question was odd. The tone was off. She almost seemed desperate. She was sincere and there was no hint of her wanting to harm his children. She really only wanted to meet them. "I know it sounds strange... and creepy, but I like kids..." she said, trying to peek through that same windows, but the closed curtains were blocking her view. She began muttering under her breath and in a sad tone, "I can't have any of my own anymore... so the most I can do is babysit or watch from afar..." There was the third option of adoption, but for some reason that never really crossed her mind.

"So... You think it'd be okay?" she asked, her eyes begging for a yes.

"I'm not weir-.. Okay, maybe a bit, but not that much." Lilith waved her hands casually in front of her self. Each time she wasn't talking to him, she was peeking through the window, trying to see something inside. She just wanted to see how young his kids were. Did he have two or five? How many boys were there? How many girls? Did they call him Dad or Papa? The reasons behind this were so innocent and depressing that it was hard to handle. The reason was that she would never hear someone call her Mom or Momma, so the closest thing she could get to is seeing other kids happy. It was the way she had been doing it for quite some time now. She didn't know another way.

Hearing him seemingly say no, Lilith's face hardened oddly again. She was upset, but she'd have to deal with it. They were his kids and any decent parent would do what they could to protect them. As he asked her name, she just kept peeking through the windows, her head ducking up and down over and over again. "Lilith... Antonovich..." she said her name slowly because she was concentrating. Realizing that she really needed to stop, she turned her attention back toward Morgan and calmed herself down. "My name is Lilith Antonovich." she said normally before stepping up toward him, "I don't need it repeated three times. Once is just fine, but again, it's Lilith Antonovich."

"And I do apologize for my behavior in the park... Once you said you had children, you were good on my list..." she gave a short nod toward him and her eyes glanced toward his door, "The only way that would change is if I found out you hit them or neglected them in any way... That I would not approve of, but you don't seem like the type, even if you can be big and scary." Her tone was trying to be playful, but she was a woman who obviously had a hard time expressing her feelings. "So... two, three? Boys? Girls? How old are they?" she asked, pulling out a bag of candy she had sneakily bought at the candy store (or did she). "You think they'd like these?" she held them out to him.

The mental squee was strong with this one. As they stepped into the house, Lilith looked around. She noted the pictures on the wall, wondering where the children's mother was. As she looked around, the rapid thudding of small feet on the floor met her ear and she looked to see a small young woman tackle Morgan. Luckily, the man did not fall down, but if he had, Lilith already had a hand about an inch from his back to prevent that. "Squee. So cute, so cute, so cute. Little and cute!" Lilith's mind rambled on about the small girl that Morgan greeted. A moment later, an elderly woman made her appearance and that only made Lilith smile more. Morgan really must have been a family man. For a moment, Lilith wondered if this woman was his mother, but that question was soon answered.

"Hm?" Lilith smirked slightly at the elderly woman's comment and looked toward Morgan. She noticed his blush and wanted to badly to mess with him, but decided not to in front of the children. Lilith was introduced and the first little cutie that spoke to her was the young girl. For the first time since she had began interacting with Morgan, a faint and gentle smile moved onto her face. When Lilith smiled her mouth was closed. When she talked, it was through closed lips. Even though Morgan snickered at it, Lilith was completely okay with being given a nickname. "That's absolutely impossible!" Lilith said cheerfully toward Morgan when it came to the nickname she had been given. "That's a beautiful choice of name; I love it." Lilith said as she knelt down in front of Caroline, "Nice to meet you."

"Uh..." Lilith blinked a few times and remembered that she had actually been invited for dinner. She hadn't originally given an answer because her mind was only on meeting the kids, but realized that she'd likely have to eat. "I'm not allergic to anything, but I did eat just a few hours ago..." Lilith rubbed the back of her head, "I wasn't entirely expecting to be invited somewhere for dinner, I apologize." With that said and done, Lilith noticed another little one near her and looked down to see Martin. He was even younger and just as cute, if not cuter. Look at those chubby cheeks! "Squuueeee!!" Lilith knelt down next to Martin and took his hand, gently shaking it. "Hello Martin. It's nice to meet you and you." Lilith was asked a question that she would have to quickly come up with an answer to.

"Well..." she stood up fully again and looked back toward Morgan, "I was in Arcadia a few weeks ago. I was staying with an acquaintance, but..." It was at that moment that Lilith had a plan. She didn't want to leave Fennmont just yet and now had two kids to play with. If she had to go, it would be later, so an entire scenerio fluttered through her mind. "... she passed. She was an elderly woman and when she went, her family got the house and everything in it. They didn't much like me... Well, the wife didn't..." For reasons that should have been obvious to an adult like Morgan, "... so they asked me to leave. Since then, I've just been traveling. I don't have any family or many friends that could help me out, so I've been looking for a job and some place to live. This city may not be a tourist attraction, but from what I understand, the job market isn't that bad... I guess I'm just hoping to get on my feet."

Enter Sob Story.