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when the scheduled time arrives

The passing of time had seemed to go by quicker than April had thought. Even with the fact her training under the Vampire Masters had taken longer than the half-a-century they had promised her. In fact, for her being gone, it had been near 800 years.

But when she returned to the dimension that April once called home... she knew that for everyone else not even a second had passed by. It would be interesting to adjust to.

Glancing at her PINpoint, glad to note that it still worked, April walked over to the bench that she had told Rain to meet her at. For him, it would have been only a second since he last saw her, as a five-year-old girl. But now, here she was all grown up.

And hoping that he would still consider her a friend.

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Words. She was speaking. Snap out of it.

He closed his mouth.

"Wha? Oh.. yeah.. you look amazing."

"Flirt." She laughed.

"What? I'm serious.. damn." he clears his throat and goes back to looking through his bag. Dress pants... not dirty, black, not TOO wrinkled. He pulls them out and brushes them off. He finds his navy dress shirt and black tie... he hadn't worn any of this since the funeral. "Okay give me a couple minutes. Gonna have to run the hot water in there to try and get the wrinkles out. I'm not gonna look as good as you though."

"That... won't be hard. You always look good."

He raised a brow and grinned. "Flirt." He retorted back to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, then headed into the washroom to get ready. He was gone for awhile before finally coming back out, fully dressed and not looking too shabby. He came back over and reached into his backpack. "Forgot the shoes." he pulled out his black dress shoes. They were still well shined. He sat on the bench to put them on.

"I am surprised everything managed to stay so in shape, kept in that bag of you. You should invest in your own Nexus storage area... PINpoint your belongings to you."

"The trick is in the folding. Dad taught me that. Seriously though, it's not fun carrying things around like this. It would be fantastic if you could show me how to do that sometime. It's bad enough I have to leave my guitars at whatever shelter I'm staying in at the time. If they went missing.... someone would get their ass handed to them." He stands up after sticking his sneakers in his bag. "So what kind of food are you in the mood for?"

"Of course I could show you. After all, plan to teach you a lot, as your Watcher."

"Steak?" What? She still has the hunger some time.

"Couldn't ask for a better looking Watcher." he smiles.

"Steak is RIGHT up my alley." he offers an arm. "Great place in River's End. It's a small town but has some good restaurants."

"Lead the way, Rain." She reaches out for his arm.

Rain taps his watch, PINpointing them to River's End. They step out of the alley and around the corner to a very nice looking restaurant. There are even valets. Stepping up to the maitre d, Rain clears his throat. "Yes, table for two please." The man looks at him. "Name?"

"Don't you know who this is?" He motions to April, looking appalled.

"I'm afraid not sir, you need a reservation." the man replied with a snooty air.

"Seriously? You don't know royalty when you see it? This is Princess Danica of Norway." he said, his volume increasing. People started to take notice.

"Please.. she's no more princess than I am." the man rolled his eyes.

"I will not STAND for you insulting her highness this way. I demand to see your superior." Rain yells.

People start muttering about terrible service and disrespecting royalty and what's the world coming to. The Maitre D stiffens and rushes off to find his manager. Rain bumps the podium, knocking the book on the floor. "Oops." he bends down to write in a reservation for the "princess" on another page of the book while people are distracted and asking April for an autograph or the occasional photo. Rain hopes she'll play along while he puts the book back in its place.

April had to do her best not to laugh. Instead she displayed her best 'royal' attitude. Smiling and signing the requested autographs. Pulling off a Norweigan accent when speaking.

Then when she spots the Maitre'D returning, with his manager, she gave him her best icy royal stare. "What is this all about? I have never been insulted in this country before?"

Rain also gave them a death glare. "What seems to be the trouble here?" the manager asks. The Maitre'D tried to explain but Rain cut him off.

"The Princess and her escort.." he points to himself. "Have reservations in this fine establishment and your man here has decided to besmirch her royal highness' name and claim she is not who she says she is. I have NEVER been so insulted in my life. My own insult is bad enough but to insult someone as charming, beautiful and intelligent as her highness? That will NOT stand sir. I DEMAND you check your book again and god help you if our reservations have been cancelled."

The Maitre'D tried to argue but the manager grabbed the book and saw the reservation. "A THOUSAND pardons." he exclaimed, taking April's hand and kissing the back of it. "Please forgive the mistake. Your meal will be on the house of course your grace. The least we can do for the pleasure of having you dine with us." He slaps the book into the Maitre'D's chest with an icy stare. "Seat them at once, and a bottle of our finest. We'll discuss this later." he muttered.

"That's better." Rain piped up, glaring as the Maitre'D led them to their seats. In seconds, a bottle arrived and was uncorked. Menus were left and the servers bowed and scraped their way out of the area to give them time to look the menus over. Rain opened his menu and winked at April over the top of it.

"You are deliciously cunning." April purred in a soft whisper. Not only had Rain gotten them into the restaurant, but now she could order anything and not worry about his pocket book.

"Do you pull this often?"

"Nope, first time. How'd I do?" he chuckled evilly. "I owe it all to Ferris Bueller and Abe Froman, sausage king of Chicago."

"I would have been fooled, if I were in the restaurant as a patron." April finds what she hungry for, setting down the menu.

"I have heard of the first... movies... but the second?"

"Thank you Mrs. Patrick's drama class." he grins, deciding what he wants as well and putting down the menu. He takes a sip of champagne. They hadn't even checked his I.D. to realize he's not old enough to even be having this. His shenanigans had totally gotten them a free pass.

"In the movie Ferris Bueller, Ferris pretends to be Abe Froman, the sausage king of Chicago in order to get into a restaurant. He has Cameron call looking for him, it's a great scene." He puts down his glass as the waiter returns. "What can I get your highness?" the waiter asks.

April carefully lifts her glass to her lips, taking a sip too in order to keep up appearances. She would not be able to taste the alcohol. And it was a good thing that no ID was requested. How else would they explain the Princess having none?

"Ohhhh I remember the scene now. I had forgotten the name he had used." April chuckled.

When the waitress returned, April handed Rain her menu. "Let me see how well their cooks do blue rare steak? Perhaps the meat will be better prepared than the Matre D'."

The waiter nodded his approval. "And for the gentleman?"

"All that commotion at the door has made me hungry." He says, taking another sip of his champagne before ordering. "I'll have the shrimp as a starter and I'd like a steak as well. The best cut of meat you have for her highness and the second best for myself of course. I would like mine prepared medium well with all the trimmings and fried mushrooms and onions." He hands over the menu.

"And I do hope this place serves Borsch?" April added. "Because I will have that as a starter."

"Oh right away your highness." The waiter rushes off to place their orders. In the meantime, fancy breads are served. Rain butters his quite thick. He's a bit of a butter fan. You'd never know it based on his physique.

"So what did you miss most while you were away?" He asks quietly, so other diners can't eavesdrop even though they are quite far from the nearest table.

"Sunlight." April answers that one first. Taking a little piece of bread and nibbling on it. "The Masters were more... blooded than I and were terrible restrictive of being out at day."

"Laughter. Hope. Passion." Those are next three. "And of course, my family and friends. It was hard, being away."

(bed for mun)

"Well I suppose I can understand them being restrictive. Hard to keep an eye on their pupil if she can go where they can't follow or teach." he nods.

"No laughter, hope or passion?" he makes a face. "God that sounds horrible. Hope it was worth it."

((Goodnight!))

"I now possess several Blood magic skills. Stuff that many vampries from my... and your home dimension... would not have."

"I am not sure you knew this... but many older Vampires and Demons really consider the vampires you fight nightly as... only vermin. They are too young for the truly older and powerful."

"I suppose it was fortunate my father was an older vampire himself. And that there was the prophecy..."

"Blood magic skills huh? You'll have to tell me about them sometime."

"They ARE vermin, but as far as I'm concerned all of them that don't have souls are."

"Well I didn't really want to talk shop on your homecoming celebration but... prophecy?"

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