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her and continued
the questioning, “Wait, but you can't be human, otherwise, you
couldn't have gotten into the rave. Only non-humans could get the
tickets.” Caislyn continued to follow Jax through her apartment,
“I've never seen a vampire get so pissed because he got turned
down, but they totally ruined my chances to question anyone about
my parents.”
    “I was given the ticket by that guy from work and why
would you go to rave to ask questions about your parents?” Jax gave
Caislyn a screwy look and then continued to look around the
apartment. She was drawn to some sketches that were hanging on the
far wall. As she got closer to the sketches, she took note that
they were very well drawn.
    “My parents disappeared a year ago. I had a lead that
someone at the rave knew something. I guess now I will never
know.”
    “Who took your parents? And why didn't you just tell
the police about the lead?” Jax looked at Caislyn again, “Maybe
they were trying to take you too? That's probably why Mr. 12 Year
Old Vamp got his buddies to chase us, they wanted to get you.”
    “Long story short? The police didn't help before.
They stopped about two weeks after my parents disappeared.”
    “I'm not surprised.” Jaxon interjected. At the look
she got from Caislyn she added, “Sorry, I'm a bit jaded when it
comes to law enforcement actually helping the victims.”
    “Me too! I've always thought the government was
involved in some way, or something. That vamp wasn't bad enough to
take my parents, he needed to get his buddies involved with us over
a bruised ego. You know men and their insecurities. They follow you
into un-death too I suppose. Did you recognize any of them?”
Caislyn questioned, still wondering what Jax was.
    Jax raised an eyebrow as she looked back at
Caislyn “Why would I know any vampires? Oh, wait! You can't
possible think that I'm a vampire. Just because I'm pale doesn't
make me want to drink blood! I mean really, eww!”
    “Well, we got off that rooftop somehow. I just
figured you, I don't know, jumped.” Caislyn replied.
    “Hello! What part of ‘human’ do you not understand? I
know being a witch makes you special and all, but I would think you
of all people would know that humans could not jump like that!
Besides – you were the one that flew us off the roof.”
    “Well I know being ‘human’ might make you ignorant,
but witches do not “fly” off roofs!” Caislyn's frustration began to
seep out, making her pace back and forth.
    Jaxon shook her head a bit and turned back toward the
wall of sketches. They were all done in charcoals or pencils, each
having a different scene. The pictures looked so real that Jax was
drawn to each of them, wondering who the artist was and what
inspired such emotion.
    She stopped suddenly, a particular one near the
bottom catching her eye.“Wait,” Jax touched the penciled sketch
lightly with a trembling finger, “this is me, us, on that roof
top.”
    Caislyn walked over to the wall to see what sketch
Jax was talking about and realized that it was the one that she had
drawn on the full moon. 　
    “It was you. You were the reason I was supposed to be
at that rave tonight.”
    “Say what? Me? Huh?” Jax blinked her confusion. “How
do you have a sketch of me, when we just met?”
    “I did that sketch on the full moon. Look at the
date. After I did the ritual.” Caislyn explained.
    “Whoa. Ritual? Okay, now I'm feeling a little
squeamish.” Jaxon had begun backing away from Caislyn.
    Caislyn sighed. “Ah, Gods. Humans! I am an auto
sketcher. I sketch my visions or dreams and most of the time they
come true. And rituals aren't bad. I mean they can be, but not all
rituals are bad. It depends on what the intentions behind them are.
Magic isn't good or bad, it’s the user that determines the results.
“
    Jax raised her eyebrow again “And your intentions
were...”
    Caislyn gave a mischievous grin “Just stand
right there, don't move...”
    Jaxon's