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A man steps into the bar, dressed in an elegant tuxedo with his hair slicked back. He peers around carefully, obviously unsure of where he might be.

He also looks ridiculously familiar, even if the eyes are a little colder and he obviously has no idea what he's doing there.

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He blinks.

"I know. At least, I believe I know."

He peers at her.

"Do you perhaps know what I might be doing here? I thought this was my hotel room."

She shakes her head. "No one knows why people are brought here." She gives a wry twist of her lips. "The Landlord moves in mysterious ways."

"I believe the saying says such about 'God', not some bar-owner. Blasphame is rather ridiculous, even from our kind."

Her eyes cool. "I believe the Landlord is God. Or a portion of His attention.

"The bar has rules. No violence, and no business. And no public sex. Violation of any of these can get you jailed.

"You will probably meet people from your future. Tell them you are from your past, and hopefully they will understand."

"People from my future? Public sex? No...business?"

He blinks at her.

"What on earth is..."

He shakes his head.

"No. No, this is all madness. Madness brought upon by my guilt and shame."

She shakes her head. "It is not. How could I convince you? Tell you something of the future? Of your past?"

He blinks...and peers at her.

"You...know me well in this place? What do you know of my past?"

"Not that well. But I know you spent time in Paris in the last few years, and that you know Marguerite Giry, a ballerina in the Opera. She prefers to be called Meg, however."

He snarls.

"Yes...the esteemed Madame Giry's traitorous progeny."

He looks at her.

"She attempted to blackmail me, knowing my secret, some years ago. I have no fondness for the girl, to be truthful, though I've saved the life of her and her young toy."

"You'll learn.

"Oh, It seems Madame has made herself a little less than welcome here, and Meg is the daughter of one of the most powerful beings in the universe. If you hurt her, or annoy her excessively, you will learn why it's not a good idea to annoy the Endless."

He sneers.

"I try mostly to avoid her, if need be. I'm not one to look for trouble, in whatever form it might take."

She grins. "That'll be a first."

He looks at her sourly.

"A first for what, madame?"

"You looking to avoid trouble." A little white lie comes out. She can't help it. "You picked a fight with me once."

He snorts.

"I most certainly would not have, madame. I'm not in the habit of such things. Should there be a fight and I involved, you must have been threatening me or one under my protection in some manner."

With a small smirk, she shakes her head. "Not at all. Then again, look how much you have changed since you were turned . . ."

He looks at her sourly.

"So you know of my future and my past, madame, and I know not even your name. What a ball I shall have here."

"You were probably distracted by the explanation of the bar," she explains patiently. "I am Mina Murray."

He bows.

"Good day, Miss Murray, and I apologize for my rudeness earlier. Had I known what I know now, I would not have been so alarmed."

She smiles. "You are forgiven, Nick. Even if you don't know me, I still count you as a very close friend.

"Have you dined recently?"

He looks ill.

"Last...last night. I...I find I'm well sated."

She inclines her head to the bar. "They have a much more humane means of feeding us, Nick. At some point in time, there are hospitals that have large amounts of blood stored somehow. Donated.

"The bar has stores of it. Just ask the bar itself and you will be served a glass - hot or cold, specify how you like it."

"I'm not hungry." It's a bit snappish, eyes glaring at her.

His existance, for a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a second...flickers.

"Thank you."

It's calmed down now.

She was calm throughout the flash of rage and after. "Oh, is He bothering you this early?

"I wasn't trying to force you to feed, Nick. I was informing you for when you need to feed again. I went for the better part of three days without, until someone managed to talk to me about it."

"I'll keep it in mind..."

He looks away...and notices a young man staring at him.

"Might I...take a leave of your company, Miss Murray? I feel the need to...investigate something."

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