Damien sat on a couch tucked in the corner across from the entry door to the function room, one leg crossed over his knee. He was statue-esque, watching everyone who entered the front of the building through the window from his place on the couch. Each human that passed by the window piqued his interest anew as he waited for the candidate to show up. So far, nothing.
The vampire was dressed in a pair of grey houndstooth trousers, his black socks showing over patent leather derbies, polished to a high shine. His black turtleneck was mostly hidden under an ebony jacket made of light-weight wool that reached his mid-thigh. Nearby, Rachel wandered through the room, looking at different pamphlets, ads posted on the community bulletin board, and whatever else she found interesting. When no one was entering the building or walking through the halls, his eyes fell intensely upon her.
Typically the room was locked until the space was reserved by one of the residents of the building or a paying member of the community at large. There was no fee to rent the space as long as it was reserved by someone paying for residence. Seeing as Pierre was technically an owner of the building - under another name, of course - all Damien had to do was ask for the keys for the night. The key ring had keys to the leasing office, the gym, all of the maintenance and electrical rooms, as well as the front door.
He had received a text message from an unknown number the night after speaking with Sonya. The sender had mentioned that 'Anna' had told him about the position. At first Damien had thought it strange to receive such a text - a call or an email would have been more appropriate. He passed over this thought when he realized that Sonya had given her human a fake name. It wasn't the first time that she had used a fake name with a human, but usually they came with the understanding that there would be no attachment. According to Odessa herself (though her own sense of decorum wouldn't allow her to say as much), she was becoming quite interested in this human. A curious thing to see indeed. Damien had responded after a few hours of consideration, realizing within seconds of reading the text that it must have been her human lover. 'Decker' she had called him without giving him a last name. He had told this 'Decker' to meet him at 8:30 PM here, today. To come prepared.
Damien chose not to elaborate on that last part, waiting to see what the human would do at the prompt.
Decker would only have to enter the front door of the building and turn right down a short stretch of hallway to see the open french double doors that made up the private function room. Despite the echo of the room, footfalls bouncing off the original hardwoods from when this was a textile mill, the walls themselves were newly constructed and therefore soundproof. Twelve-foot ceilings with characteristically old beams and exposed heating ducts made the space feel industrious, despite the juxtaposing warmth of the couches, tables, and arm chairs scattered about the room. Pendant lights with edison bulbs hung suspended from the ceiling in a sort of web, casting a warm glow on the darkly stained wood floor and counters. Damien thought the room was a satisfying mixture of modernity and nostalgia.
Looks down at his watch again, feeling the impatience sprouting in his chest again. He toyed with the buttons on his jacket, looking up as he heard the front door of the building open.
