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Eachann headed to work as he did every day..... well, most days. It wasn't the most exciting of jobs working in the antiques shop, but it was work and it got him cash - so he put up with it. Tonight though, he had a new toy to play with and investigate once he was there and while things were quiet. He'd nicked it from Mini, one of the fancy trap things she was always making, and he wanted to maybe dismantle it and see how it worked, maybe see if he could learn to make them too. She didn't know he'd taken it, and he hoped he could get it back to her before she even noticed it was gone. Otherwise..... well, things would get ugly and probably bloody, VERY quickly.

Pulling out his keys he opened up the shop, smiling to the other people in the market who were doing the same thing, or the customers already queuing outside of one place that was having a sale. The shutters were raised and the door opened, so he walked on in and began turning on the overhead lights as well as the ones in all of the display cases. Once the front was all set up, he went through to the back and picked up the till, heading back out front to set it up ready for all the sales he wasn't going to make. This was why he liked the job, it was pretty quiet. People would come in and browse, maybe ask a few questions and then leave again. No hassle, no stress, and he could read and relax or do whatever out the back or from behind the desk.

He walked over to the door and made sure the bell was working, so if it were opened then the little bell would chime to let him know someone was there, then went back into the store room and pulled out all of the bits and pieces he'd taken from Mini and began to set them up. She'd called it a shock cage, or something similar, and seemed quite excited about it - so of course, he'd taken it. He was poking around at one of the little boxes and it was sparking merrily with some sort of internal power source that he was trying to get at. He literally, didn't have a clue what he was doing, but he'd seen her set it up and take it down again - so he knew that bit was right. The idea was, these were supposed to be able to hold a vampire in one place for at least 24 hours. Something about that's how much power was in the power source, how long it could last. He was wondering if there was a way to extend the life of the battery, keep them indefinitely. The bell went at the front door and he grumbled. Getting up from his knees, he left the trap all set up and hidden away on the ground there and then went to see who'd come in the door.

He shut the door behind him and walked on through to the shop again to settle down behind the desk and watch as the young couple who'd come in browsed the antique rings. From the way they acted together, they were obviously in love with one another and probably engaged, and this was them picking out the ring. He picked up a magazine and began to read, trying to hide the smirk on his face as he listened to their inane conversation, with him trying to sound like he knew what the hell he was talking about when he obviously didn't - while she was dithering and seemed like she didn't know what she wanted at all. It was going to be another one of those days and he couldn't believe that he was going to be here late, having volunteered to do a douple shift for late night shopping. Joy!

The day had been horrifically long and boring, and there hadn't even been anyone coming in to sell things that he could try and fleece. In fact, the day had been so slow that halfway through the afternoon he'd put his head down on the counter beside the till and closed his eyes, napping for a few hours. Now, it was dark outside and he was staring at the clock, counting down the minutes to the hour change which was home time. There hadn't been anyone in for the last hour, so he'd sat there staring, waiting, having done all of the tidying up after the last customers had been through, picking things up and changing their positions. It annoyed him how people liked to shop with their fingers and not just their eyes. It meant he actually had to work and do something instead of just sitting there sleeping or reading. 'Doing stuff' had never been his forte.

The frown on his face and the grumble in his throat wasn't even attempted to be masked as a woman walked in and looked up at the bell in surprise, that same bell that had stopped him from clock watching. He cast his eyes back to the clock and couldn't believe that there was literally 5 mins left to closing time. And THIS was the time this stupid woman decided to come on in. His eyes cast over the blonde and took in the measure of her as best he could. The blonde hair was coming loose, with tiny little wisps just caressing her cheeks and lips as a breeze swirled through the door as she closed it. Her eyes, once her head was turned to look at him were outlined and highlighted with a charcoal coloured shadow and eyeliner, while her plump lips were covered in what looked like a pale gloss. She was dressed in a sweater dress that matched her eyes with the grey and white, cinched at the waist with a thick black belt - and it was finished with thick black tights and calf length boots. However, the cut of the dress seemed too big around her shoulders and upper arms, and all of the skin he could see was deathly pale. This caused his eyebrow to rise as he stood up from his seated position and plastered a lazy smile on his face, rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and extended his hand.

"Guid e'en tae ye. Hauw cn a he'ulp ye?"

He could see the cloth messenger bag slung over her shoudler, and guessed that she was here to sell something to him - and from the state of her clothes and style, he guessed she had money to burn. So this wasn't someone pawning the family heirlooms, this was someone who thought they had something. Or maybe just a bored trophy wife who'd seen one too many daytime antiques show and thought she could have a shot at it all. He imagined her trudging around a flea market looking for that 'big find' that of course was always there somewhere. Imagined her in the mud and **** with folks bumping her and abusing her. How far removed it was to her own life as she doubted herself and wondered why she was doing it. Until she saw that item she thought would justify it all and bring her in the big bucks, only to bring it here to him and find that it was tat. Oh how he loved his job sometimes.

His fingers wrapped around hers as she took his hand and then he shook it, a slow realisation at how cold she felt. Clammy almost. She was pale, she was freezing to the touch - those were vamp indicators. However, they were also indicators of bad circulation and a fondness for the whole 'china doll' look. So while he put it to the back of his mind and looked to the bag to see what it was she'd brought - he couldn't help wondering if this was in fact a vampire he was standing in front of and the possibilities that could bring for him.

"Aye"

He replied to her question, asking about whether he could help her. However with what - wasn't specified. She'd been tugging in what seemed to be an uncomfortable manner with her dress, and then she'd fingered her hair, while of course, she'd just been talking about the bottles. However, he would happily remove her dress, cut her hair and answer her questions about the bottles - so aye seemed to be the most appropriate response as he grinned at her. Yet, even though she seemed perfectly nice, calm and harmless - he couldn't help but feel on edge around her. Like, there was just something.... off. The longer he stayed in her presence, the more that the feeling intensified and he knew then that she was most certainly a vampire. It was his Paladin powers, like a sixth sense, that told him when there was a vampire near - even if he'd never seen them or met them before. There was no-one else around, so it had to be her. However his face remained implacable and totally unreadable as he reached out and took one of the bottles into his hands.

He stayed silent as he examined the various bottles that were of differing shapes and sizes, all for different types of medicines. Some had original stoppers in good condition, others had new corks while a couple had corks that were a bit dishevelled and degraded. The labels were in fairly good condition, though on a couple - they were in too good a condition. He pulled out a little kit from under the desk and set about taking a miniscule sample from down the edge and then mixed it with some chemicals in a little test tube. He waited until the liquid changed colour and then curled his nose and set it back into the kit. Two of the bottles were set to one side with a third just to the side of them. 4 more were set into another bundle while the remaining 2 were put together.

"Apothecary bottles. Maistly."

He said, pointing at the two he'd set aside first.

"These huv had their labels replaced an air wurth nae much noo. Replacing they labels hus toe-tally ruined they-r value. N these he-ear. These ahr fine examples likes. These whill get ye a guid price depending an whur ye sell theym likes."

He was indicating the four he'd set aside third then moved on to the single bottle.

"This'n hus had a new stoh-per placed in eet. This's wud hae been like, fer beer an ye cud sell it tae a pub fer their display. See he-ear? There's the brewers mark."

He pointed to the raised marks down the side.

"Aye, an finally, these anes. They're ald, but in nae guid condition. This'n is a spice jar an this is anaither apothecairy bo'ale"

He looked at them all and added it all up in his head, taking off a percentage for resale and then made his offer as he leant back in his seat and smiled convivially up at her.

"Aye'll gie ye five hunnert fer them ahl."

He cocked his head, waiting to hear her response as he eyed her ring curiously.

"Hunnert"

He recalculated the amount and then made his offer, watching her as she moved away to look at the things in the cabinets and on the shelves. He put the bottles she wanted to keep, back into the bag she'd brought them in in and then pushed it towards the edge of the counter, her side of it. His mind was racing, because here was a perfect time to get a vampire of his very own to experiment on, slice up, do whatever he wanted with. He couldn't help but think about the trap he had in the back, the one he'd stolen from Mini and that was currently set up and just ready and waiting for someone to step right into it. What could be more perfect than an actual, bona fide vampire?! Her question seemed like the perfect ruse to get her where he wanted her. He just had to play it cool.

"Aye. We've git plentae ah uneek bits n boabs. Wis they're summat in particular ye whur luikin fer likes?"

In his head he was calling her a stupid woman for being so vague in her questioning. This was an antique shop, so of course the items were unique. It wasn't like your other shops where everything was mass made and plonked on shelves. They had to hunt down these items one by one and bit by bit to create their stock. However, none of this showed as he smiled so charmingly at her and waited for her to expand on her question, so he might have a clue as to what the **** she wanted.

He eyed the items she'd pointed to as he took the bottles and set them behind the counter, ready to price up and sell on. He was sure he could get a hundred for one of the bottles alone, so he was sure his boss would be proud.... if she even noticed. He'd barely seen her since she'd hired him, in fact, if he thought back, he didn't think he'd actually seen her since he'd been hired. There were just post it notes left lying around or texts and emails fired off to him.

"Ye cin hae theym fer the bottles. Straight trade aye?"

Then he smiled and nodded, coming out from behind the counter and holding a hand out towards the back room, and the trap.

"Aye, ah huv a few beautifu pieces fae the Victorian era. Brooches, pendants, furniture, tiaras and ae cuple ae paintings. Please, heid this way n ye cn hae a luik fer yerself."

His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest as his excitement grew. There was every chance, that in the next few minutes, this vampire would be trapped. He wasn't sure how it worked, but there was a hell of a lot of electricity in that thing. And he couldn't wait to see it in action! She just had to step in the right place....