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the stalls on my right. Thumping, no , a pounding, frantically someone's being attacked. Right here in the effin' bathroom. The spiked scent of blood stonewalls me from twitching a muscle for a moment. 
    I look underneath the stall door and see two sets of feet, each pair pointing in the opposite direction.  One set is definitely male, in hand-painted canvas sneakers and a female in wicked platform shoes. The male's feet begin quivering as the attack subsides. Several minutes pass without any movement coming from the stall, I decide to stay out of this and begin to wash my hands.  I glance in the mirror and see a lanky female step out and quietly close the metal door.  Attached to the wicked platform shoes is a gorgeous female, with funky strips of bold scarlet hair which stamps an unforgettable impression. One look and I know she's a very content grey-eyed vamp. How do I know she is a vampire? Her fangs retracting and the disregard she shows for what just happened, as she uses the back of her hand to wipe away a smear of blood.  She sees me, smiles with complete sarcasm, then moves to the other sink and uses the mirror to check her hair and makeup.  She doesn't seem to care about the large stain of blood down the side of her white blouse.
    “I know, I know... never wear white to breakfast, or dinner in my case.” She smirks at me then questions, “New in town? I mean you are at a train station.”
    “Yeah, just arrived.”
    “Are you here because you know someone?”
    “No.”
    “Do you want to know someone?”
    Her question makes me snort, “Do I need to know someone?”
    She reaches past me and swipes several towels out of the dispenser. “Solace is a big city and it is always good to know someone , if you're planning to stay here.” 
    “City?” I mumble a bit confused.
    “Yeah, it's a city ,” She wisecracks back with an arched pierced eyebrow. Drying her hands off she extends one out. “Name’s Pandora... now you know someone.”
    “Mattie .” I grasp her hand quickly, making the contact short.
    As she adverts back to re-adjusting her blood stained aristocratic blouse she grumbles something or other under her breath. It's obvious it's not the type of blouse she bought at a thrift store . All the fancy lace and pleats would have me go stir-crazy. Especially the white, I don't do white.
    “So, if you're not here because you know someone, then you're here for...?”
    She beat me before I can ask her more about the city. I turn and lean a hip against the sink. “A serum.”
    “Daylight.” She doesn't even peek up as she states it so matter-of-fact ly.
    “That's the one.” I try to sound all suave and non-nonchalant about it, even though I'm screaming inside my head going where the hell can I get my hands on it? !
    “Hey, I'll tell you what... you c an head back with me to my place, if you can help me not look like a fucking serial killer. You really don't want to hang out here in the bathroom all day do you?”
    “Well, since you put it that way....” I dig in my bag and pull out my Goth black hoodie, the one with the skeletal hands clutching the boobs of the wearer.  I hope Pandora has a sense of humor.
    She slips the hoodie on, looks in the mirror and laughs.  “Wicked. How did you know that I like my men with boners?”
    “Is he going to be okay in there?” I gesture to the stall.
    “Yeah, he's sacked out for now, but he may wonder how the hell he ended up in the ladies bathroom,” she clarifies with a wink.
    I shrug and zip up my bag, sling it over my shoulder and reply, “Okay Pan, show me this city.”

Chapter Two
     
    Solace
     
     
    We walk out of the train station bathroom and head across the open terminal toward a wide set of steps heading downward, I assume, to the subway station.  We go down about thirty steps and hit a well lit tunnel that runs about two hundred feet before ending at a set of translucent automatic doors.  The doors briskly close as we pass through;