Shopping for targets I MEAN FOOD! [Esme]

In most circumstances, her shopping wasn't much. Mostly because of the fact that Renesmee was the only one that could eat. Unless of course one of the shifters were at her house, like Jake for example. That boy could eat her out of house and home by himself. Not that she cared since it wasn't like she was able to eat the food she bought anymore. Not many in her household could. Which was why she only bought things that Renesmee and maybe some of the pack members like Jacob would eat. She'd sort of learned to accept them a bit more than she had originally. But that was because of the whole Jacob imprinting on Renesmee, which to her was a little strange but everything in their lives could be considered that way. It was true there were many choices to be had in the grocery store. The moment she had walked into the store, she had picked a cart, wiped it's handle and like all women, started her shopping. Of course she never feared getting sick because of her immortal status, but she had to play the role of any normal human mother. Which wasn't always easy. But it had been done many times before.

Once her cart had begun to fill up, she felt a little more at ease. Though she could smell the blood of those around her, and if it weren't for having fed before this, she probably would have been in a lot of danger, as would everyone else around her. She'd explored the aisles, knowing full well what her granddaughter liked to eat. Her mind had been on the family that although she sensed someone close, she wasn't sure whom. She caught the scent of something familiar, a shifter; perhaps? But it wasn't the kind of shifter like the Quiluetes. That much she did know. But then the man's voice piped up in Arabic, she recognized the language, of course given Carlisle's friends in Egypt used that particular language. "I'm sorry too." She'd said the moment they'd crashed, before looking up and taking the item that he'd handed her. "Hello." She'd greeted, not exactly being sure what to make of this.

Her tone went softer as he went to a whisper, it was a soft whisper that barely any human could hear. Even if they strained to hear it, it'd be impossible to miss. "Who are you?" She asked, as she wasn't sure if any of this was 'okay' by any means. She'd never seen this man before, and she'd be sure to talk to Carlisle about it later. Maybe it was one of his friends that she'd not met yet? Was that even possible? Or could it be someone else? But if it was, someone that neither Carlisle or anyone else from her family knew, what did it mean? Who were they and how did they know about her. She would protect her family as long as she could. She extended her hand but knowing she could pull it back quickly if need be. She did not trust this man yet, and she didn't know what to expect.


Simba Mozenrath Xerxes

Something about this whole thing did not sit right with her but she couldn't explain why that was. Perhaps it was only because she'd seen quite a bit since she'd first been transformed. She usually gave people the benefit of the doubt, but after once worrying about the Volturi coming, she had started to be more cautious. And this man's sudden asking for a chat did not ease her thoughts on any and all levels. In fact it made her worry more. Her tone remained civil for now.

"Esme." She didn't use her last name as the last thing she wanted was for him to go after her family. Which from what she could sense, could be a possibility. Something she would mention to Carlisle later. Still, she was going to be perfectly friendly. "Yes, there is." She smiled a bit, though she would have to speak to Carlisle when she arrived home. "Well, let them think what they will." They were after all only human. 'Course it was safer for them to believe in what they had to. They didn't need to know what she did. After all, they couldn't risk the Volturi coming back. They'd evaded a war last time, but only barely. And that was thanks to their friends, and her daughter's ability to show Aro exactly what his future would be like if he continued on his path.

She didn't want to risk the humans' safety any more than she did her own. Which was precisely she understood that it was better to meet this stranger though she hadn't had a chance to say one way or another anything before he'd vanished as quickly as he'd come. She'd finished her shopping and headed back towards the house. Dropping everything off there, she also scribbled a note for her husband, sliding it under his office doors, knowing he'd find it there first. She headed to the local park. The park was quiet. Perhaps that was why he had chosen it. Her gait was one of a civilized yet modern woman, though at least for now the clouds were blocking the sun and it seemed like all other days, very dreary.

Otherwise she would not have even bothered to show as the last thing she wanted was to bring exposure to light. Because the last thing she wanted was to give the Volturi a reason to show up. And after all she had seen, and known, she knew they would if it came down to it. If it was the only way to protect the law, something of which she knew all too well. She watched, waiting patiently to see what this man would do. She did not approach him, instead she took her seat on a bench one that was far enough away that she could see him but that was all she needed. If he wanted to talk he could find her. Because she wasn't sure if she was ready to talk to him, just yet.


Simba Mozenrath Xerxes

It didn't sit right with her, talking about any of this. But it was easier to do it out in the open away from prying eyes and ears than it would have been had the conversation continued in that grocery store. Albeit it was probably a little safer. She knew what Carlisle would say for her risking it, but it was something she just felt she had to do. She could take care of herself. He didn't pose that much of a threat, yet. But it didn't mean that she trusted him either.

She generally did not trust those like him. The pack was different, but this guy? Not a chance. There was nothing normal about any of this. She still had what mattered. Her family. They were all safe. And that, well, that meant everything in the world. But as she wished for things to be a little easier, it proved that it wouldn't be.

Still she watched the man, as he'd approached a little girl who'd hurt herself. Clearly there was no blood drawn, but it still piqued her interest. It made her smile to see the little girl so happy. She hadn't moved from her spot. Staying in place, just watching and waiting. Seemed impractical really, but it was how she would deal with these things. "A tactic I think anyone knows. Distraction always helps. Sometimes more than necessary."

An apparent sigh escaped her lips though realistically she couldn't breathe. And it felt quiet, too quiet. Yes there were others around, but alas, it was better than nothing. What choice did she have? She listened with intent, not really caring about the little matter of shifters. That wasn't her concern. "Right, well everyone can be territorial. Doesn't matter whom." She said to be fair. Although in all honesty, wasn't this considered intrusion? Not that it mattered.

"Protecting family is something I can understand. Happiness is possible for anyone whom believes in it." But in all honesty, she wasn't going to speak of what she was. Vampire or not, no matter if he knew. But there were some things she just had to take on faith. No matter what it was. She nodded but that was as much as she did. She wasn't going to reveal anything. No matter how much he had claimed to know about her kind. She couldn't tell if he was actually telling the truth or not. But in any event she wasn't taking any chances. She did what she had to do, it was after all that simple.

Simba Mozenrath Xerxes

She smirked. "You didn't have to, it was implied." Shaking her head, he had done what he had to, to ensure that her family was protected. "Yes well, we tend to travel a lot though we keep a permanent residence in town." The only time they completely left town was if people started to question everything. And the sooner they got to a new place the easier it was to stay longer. Of course, it was easier for her children to blend in, for everyone to believe they were teenagers. They could pose as early as Sophomores maybe even Freshmen. But now was not the time to be thinking of such things.

As she did not want want to think of moving again for a while. "Buying things online, you never know what you'll find when you actually get to where you're going." It was an honest truth. And while she was being nice, it didn't mean that she trusted him, or anyone else for that matter. And she would do what she had to, to protect her family. Because that was her number one responsibility. "I won't force someone to move simply because it's an unexpected surprise. But I will say this, this town--is my home. You hurt anyone here, and we will have a problem." Her tone was direct almost as a mother's would in scolding their children. "Other than that, well, I think we'll get along fine." She wouldn't have mentioned the shifters in any way. Let them deal with him how they would. But for her, she would do what she had to do, regarding the safety of her family. When he said he wouldn't hurt her or her family, she smiled a little bit. Though she only appeared more relaxed.

In reality it wasn't quite that way. But she knew to hide things well enough. "Amun, and Benjamin, and their group. They're good at what they do. They're good friends. They'll help anyone as long as it makes sense. And that their own family isn't put in danger. But no, my diet, is a bit more--relaxed if you will. My family and I share similar tastes." Sometimes it was harder, for certain members of her family but it had all worked out well. But when he mentioned he'd be attending the high school, she'd have to inform her children of it. After all they would need to be prepared, especially if he was attending Forks High. All she did was nod. "I don't know if going into La Push is a good idea. And I'm sure my husband would agree with me." After all Sam and the others weren't quite so pleased at new arrivals that weren't already from that area. But a newcomer like Simba? That would not end well. For anyone involved and she really didn't want to see a fight start. But if it did, she would protect what mattered.

Simba Mozenrath Xerxes