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any one older than six centuries. By right, Triton should have been an elder by now but he had not been given the title. He did not mind, he had never wanted the responsibility or wanted to have to make judgments on the others. Besides, he liked and desired solitude. He hibernated alone, worked alone, fed alone. The last three centuries had been this way and it was his choice. Only buying, collecting art, and his friendship with Umbriel interested him. He lost his desire to hunt. Feeding now was a necessary chore. Umbriel begged him to join him to feed outside but, most times, he would take from the stockpile of stored blood. The taste was bitter, but the stored blood satisfied the need. Envy for this friends desire made Triton wish he could have that passion again. He longed for something to help the centuries pass by, something, or someone to make him feel human again.
                  “Brother?” Umbriel shook Triton from his daydream. Triton snapped back to the present speaking, “What?”
                  “Sleep well.”
                  “Same to you.” Umbriel and Triton parted ways with a knuckle punch and headed to their respected quarters. As Triton undressed for his slumber, a small white object fell to the floor, catching his eye. Leaning over he picked up the business card Annasara gave him. A sly smile fell across his face as a memory of her staring over the wine glass at him filled his thoughts. He tucked the card in the inside his wallet and jumped at the noise of the whirling of the automatic sun blocking shade covers made as they lowered. With his mind in to the proper mode for the ritual of sleep, his last thought before drifting off was of Annasara’s last glance before she slipped into the cab and the kiss he should have given her. Next time.

Chapter Seven
                 
                  The three straight days of sleep re-energized his body. Triton awoke and looked around the pitch-black room, not sure, if it was day or night.
                  The green glow of his cell phone broke the darkness. 7:58pm. A small picture of an envelope blinked on the screen. Before sitting up he listened to the message from Umbriel updating him on the movements of Januar’s clan. He hoped the message would have been from Annasara but remembered she did not have his number, so he retrieved the card from his jacket pocket. A nervous tingle danced around his body, Triton dialed and held his breath in.
                  “Gallery 222, this Annasara. How can I help you?”
                  “You could have a drink with me.”
                  “Only if I can buy,” She said.
                  He could hear the smile in her voice, “I’ll be there at nine.”
                  “See you then.” Annasara hung up.
     
                  Triton pulled up in front of the gallery just as Annasara locked the front door. Her blonde hair swirled wildly in the night air, framing around her face making her look like an angel fallen from heaven. Out of the car in a flash, he held the door for her as she slipped gracefully into the sedan. She leaned over and opened the door for him, it was a small gesture, but it meant she was giving and thoughtful, which Triton appreciated. Floral scents from her hair filled his car intoxicating his senses, making him breathe deeper to take more of her in.
                  “Where shall we go?” he asked then read her mind, Anywhere as long it is with you.
                  “I’m starving, have you had dinner?”
                  “I know the perfect place.” He looked over at her smiling at him. He drove them to a tiny family run Italian restaurant in a small ethnic suburb just outside the downtown. Umbriel and Triton met there on many occasions when they wanted to escape the watchful eyes of the