Banal Breads ((Lachesis' favourite bakery))

Banal Breads lived up to its name... a small bakery tucked into the front of a falling apart real estate office. The sign had fallen down twice and finally been nailed with at least a million small tacks to the cement.
The door was glass but to filthy to see through and the counter was grey, not by paint but by dust.

Lachesis sat at the counter, as one often found odd things at the tables... dead mice, the various textbook and of course something best left unmentioned...
She read the menu briefly; which happened to be spray painted on the wall behind the counter, chuckling at the newest line of graffiti, courtesy of the bakery owner's teenager son.

"Lachesis, mon chou!" Louis Dehaven shouted, rushing toward to kiss both of the assassin's pale cheeks. She returned the greeting and completed it by kissing him soundly on the mouth.
"Il a été si longtemps." ((It has been so long)) Louis exclaimed, tilting her chin up to look into her eyes. "Et cependant tu es belle." ((And yet you are beautiful))

Lachesis smirked at him.
"Dis-moi quelque chose que je ne sais pas." ((tell me something I do not know...)) she whispered, flirting in her own special way.

A tall man with a mustache and dark black hair, Louis was French through and through. A dashingly handsome man who could easily sweep any woman off of her feet.
"The uzual?" he asked, removing his hands from her back and arms. She nodded.

"Of course."

Diana Casillas headed to Banal Breads. Far from being a stranger to the bakery, she was unfazed by the... less than welcoming decor of the place, enabling her to open the door and head right in.

Inside she cranked her head slightly, looking for a particular someone. Soon enough though, she saw who she was looking for and headed to the counter...

Louis had just finished setting Lachesis' cognac in front of her, when he noticed Diana enter.

"Look who comes to see you, Trakon." he smiled, using Lachesis' own given last name. The assassin turned slowly, a crooked smile splitting her face as she moved a dark curl to see Diana.

"What brings you to France? Surely you did not come to see a dear and humble professor..." she muttered, rising from the counter. "Cognac?" Lachesis having been raised a Malfoy, knew how to appropriately meet a guest or friend... but long ago she had decided she preferred speed to manners...

Diana gave a cough of a chuckle. "Thank you, but surely you remember Lachesis, I don't drink." It wasn't that Diana was prudish, but she preferred to stay clear headed at all times. Some people call it paranoia, Diana called it being safe.

"Simply wanted to catch up." Diana said sitting on the nearest chair. "I was on my way back to London, I thought I might drop by here and bump into you."

"I visited a distant relative of mine, back in Spain." Diana explained. "Nice woman." There was a bit of sarcasm mixed in the way Diana said 'nice.' it wasn't that her relative wasn't, it was just that, Diana preferred other things than to spend time with her extended family... like Vampire Killing for example. Her father insisted she visited and that a couple of nights off of Vampire Killing wouldn't hurt. Diana disagreed but, well... politics. However, Diana was glad that it wasn't a complete waste of time. She found in her Aunt's little cottage a small collection of weapons... and her Aunt did owe her a Birthday present...

Diana smiled, a rare smile. "She gave me this."

Like magic, it seemed, for Diana came to the Bakery with nothing at hand, a long thin velvet box was placed at the table. Diana opened the box carefully, revealing a 18th century dagger with a beautifully decorated handle and sheath. However, it beauty was nothing compared to the blade inside. Diana gently unsheathed the dagger, and despite it being centuries old, the blade was in perfect condition.

"It was an ancestor's of mine." Diana said admiring the blade.

Well acquainted with Lachesis and her whims, Louis carefully crept from the room. He had no desire to lose yet another finger due to her wraith.

To her credit, Lachesis actually listened to Diana... well sort of... most of the words went right over the top of her dark head.

Finally her attention was piqued when the box was set on the counter. Her eyes lit with a fiery curiosity.
"It is lethal..." she whispered, sitting down again. In her mind, she could already see blood running down it's perfect blade to stain the guard and hilt.

"A sliver of pain..."

"Indeed," Diana agreed. "It's magically charmed, once a wound is opened with this dagger, it nay closes... a bit like the 'Sectumsempra' of weaponry."

Lachesis chuckled. "Very clever..." she murmured. "Then again, none of my targets get the chance to recover..." she smiled her trademark smirk and folded her arms.

"Feeling like a hunter today are we?"

Didn't Diana know? After all, she'd been... 'interned' to Madam Lachesis for a few months.

"Yes," Diana said. "I plan to stay here for a day or two, just to see how the night-life is like."

Lachesis looked feral, her eyes slitting into madness. A look that terrified her victims and usually entertained those few she tolerated. Diana, for both her "spunk" and style, was counted as a tolerated one.

"I have a "friend" I plan to visit tonight... worth a suitable amount and entertainment will be provided..."

"Oh?" Diana said highly interested. True, she slays soul-less creatures of the night, but recently, Diana's been discovering that Vampires aren't the only soul-less ones out there. Diana could already feel the cold metal of a dagger in her hands (mostly because she was holding one), "What exactly would this entail?"

"Hmm... various weapons... maybe a packed lunch." Lachesis chuckled at her jest. "We'd probably have an hour. A leisure kill." Anyone who knew the assassin would know she hated rushing in her kills. 'A job done is worth doing well' she would say, the crooked smile highlighted the simple phrase.

"You remember where my flat is?"

"Of course," Diana said. Memory comes with the turf. Diana's sense of direction was usually spot on, yet another Hunter skill. "So, will I actually take part this time?"

Lachesis nodded. "Take any part you want..." she muttered, picking up her goblet of cognac and downing it all in several gulps. Wiping her mouth with her sleeve, she sighed.
"Lovely of you to show up... I was hoping I would not have to take HIM with me..."

"Yes well, funny how the universe works like that." Diana chuckled.

Lachesis shrugged, fingering her corset's thick edge. "Lovely to see you by the way." she offered, one of the "nicest" things she had ever said to anyone...

Waving a gloves hand at Louis, who was returning to the counter to continue his buisness, she left the "hole-in-the-all" supposing that Diana was following.

Diana stood up, nodded at Louis before heading out to follow her mentor.