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everything around her but it was like her mind just sealed itself off. She
couldn’t make it open like she usually could, it was protecting her from something. What she didn’t
know, something about all this was throwing off her normal reflexes. She couldn’t place it but it was
there, and it was pissing her off that it was inhibiting her. She started scanning the space in front of them
but if he was waiting out in the darkness in front of her he was well concealed.
                 ‘I’ll be your eyes, just listen, feel out for him.’
                 She stopped moving forward, Manson of course, aware of her every motion stopped a good,
protect-able length away. Enough room to maneuver if she needed to, she closed her eyes for a
second and just listened for a moment. In that moment she could hear someone out there other than
Manson near them, where she didn’t know but she could hear every tiny move that he made. So he
was out there still, but where? As if the voice in her head was really there with her he whispered the
answer to her.
                 "Look up. "
    "He’s up on the roof somewhere," Jennifer warned Manson.
                 "Which roof, we have buildings on both sides."
                 "Hey Manson, you want to cut me some slack here, he’s on the roof, which one, pick one.
He’s up and we’re down that’s all that matters, how the hell am I supposed to know which one. Do I
look psychic to you?" Regularly she might have been able to hint at which it was but she was partially
in this moment relaying on someone she didn’t know.
                 "How do you know he’s up there?"
                 "I don’t know, I just know," Jennifer spared a look back at Manson. "Any ideas on how to
get him to come down?" She asked in hopes of changing the subject and avoiding the fact that she had
a voice that could be completely deceiving her giving her tips.
                 "Not a clue, I’ve got the M72 on me." He mentioned with a smile.
                 "Oh no way, there are people in these buildings Manny, we might kill some of them. And if the
cops do show up I don’t think they’ll take that too lightly." She shook her head, Manson was joking
she knew it, but sometimes his jokes were more unnerving then funny.
                 ‘He’s to your left, near the ledge, you won’t be able to see him in the dark. Fire a shot
up at the building, it doesn’t matter if you can’t see him. Just remind him that you’re here.’
                 "He shouldn’t need a reminder that I’m here," Jennifer argued but aimed the Remington up at
the ledge on her left.
                 "You’re talking to yourself kid, I don’t have a god damn clue what you’re talking about."
Manson gave a quick amused shake of his head before turning back to their flank.
                 "Language Manny, watch your language, the Bishop wouldn’t like it." Before Manson could
answer her joke she pulled the trigger, there came a scream, she hit something. "I hit him," with that
she realized that he would either move away from them or come straight for them. Something was
telling her that this vampire was running on instinct and not much on smarts. He was more efficient
yesterday than he was today, today he was acting like an idiot.
                 "Where is he Jenny?"
                 "You’re asking me," she glanced back at Manson who was searching the darkness as
frantically as she was. If there was anything in that moment that Jennifer could hope that Manson was
going to say to her it wasn’t that. That damned vampire and whatever his problem was brought the
terror in her screaming to the surface the way it used to before she learned to control it, learned to
channel it into something useful, like violence. All of that seemed forgotten in the face of whatever the
hell was going on here.