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Post by Azra » Sun Apr 26, 2020 12:27 pm

Maybe Not So Lonely


For the longest time Megan had been trying to keep a level of distance. Run from home, spare her family the psychopath she was becoming. Join the military, sign up for a tour to get away from the world so she didn't see the horrors behind every home on a city block. Keep distant from the squad, so they didn't know she saw the ghosts that followed them after the fights they got in. As her service ends she finds herself pushing away from people back in the regular world because she couldn't be attached. Helping with an injury or some trauma was a sort of drug, she just would want to do more and more. Falsely building people up and breaking herself down.

Strangely in a few days from now she would join a group going against how she had largely been. Maybe that was Karine's fault here. That wasn't where Megan's thoughts went though, partly cause her mood just was stimulated in a completely different tone. That also just wasn't her though, she didn't do much blaming others more just tore at herself in self loathing. Often fighting it back reminding herself it wasn't so bad, she was crazy and moody but it wasn't all awful. Just so frequently and almost predominantly resulting in a lonely girl. As open to the idea of just calling it a night here the mischievous Martyr was curious to see how deeply into the bad decisions she could get.

A part of her did feel bad though if only just a little. That the trouble maker with a heart of gold that she liked to think herself might have disrupted such a content moment. "Up to you. Pretty comfortable just actually sleeping with someone for a change." Give room to just settle in for the night if wanted. She rolled her forest green eyes though brushing aside the green colored bangs from her eyes to join her ashy black hair. "Besides I'm no hero, I'm a mess going to hell. But if want to burn a bit of energy before the night is over it'll be a hell of a ride." "Nope took to much time getting to a punch line, good job Ms Murder." Megan mused to herself in regards to her latest line.

Of course Megan liked the idea of the woman moving in and the fangs, that potentially she would be drained dry. Just a meal of blood that she liked to think would taste like sour apple. That a empty husk might be tossed out a window to crack on the asphalt below. Megan liked the idea of a night going out on some of the best highs before ending. Instead though it was just a kiss, semi itchy semi ticklish was how she would describe the sensation. Which to be fair somewhere inside the walking disaster Martyr was able to register still she actually liked the feeling of touch and company more. Was cold enough to remind her where her head kept telling her to go, but felt good enough to remind her the reason she kept fighting those thoughts. "You might deserve such a reward though."


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Post by Lord of Nothing » Mon Apr 27, 2020 8:30 am

It has been a long time since I've played this game.

It had felt as though she were but a mere woman again. She was still yet warm, Megan's body traveling from a place hot to a place cold. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder and was highly subjective. But in the past she had been what many would consider by conventional standards of today gorgeous. Desirable. Someone who turned heads whenever they entered the room. And it was something in part due to her own work and her own abilities with makeup. It was mostly however a result of good breeding within her lineage. Mates carefully and meticulously selected to produced what was perceived as a great specimen. It was indeed good. But a part of her wondered how much of her beauty was hers. It wasn't as though she'd earned her facial features. And even then, it brought her little in the end. It was nowhere as satisfying as the kill she had gotten that night with her own two hands. And when offered the opportunity to get more of that. To survive the perils and dangers of being an inhuman creature of the dark, she took it. For it was the first real choice she felt like she'd had. And the first status she had earned. And that was hers.

It came at a price. It was a lonely condition. If the looks didn't make people distant, the power held over people did. Traitors existed in her midst left and right. As did those who would destroy her on sight or think her existence an affront to god. What few allies she had, she had to watch.

While feeding on someone elicited a warm and pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life, it was fleeting. To have her here and alive was something far more long lasting. And it elicited a sensation which filled a hungry void within her. Something which craved challenge of just remaining here. Sitting atop her. Resisting the urge to simply have sex with her and at some point slip in her blood and simply make Megan fall in love with her and fall under her influence.

Yet she remembered how that had gone in the past for her.

"Very well!"

Her hand went to grasp Megan's face gently. Long fingernail careful not to dig into skin, her hands there more so to guide than anything else. Moving her head so as to optimally expose her fleshy neck.

"Good night Megan."'

Comprised of the lining of her throat, a tendril appeared from her mouth. Long. Fleshy. Red. It wiggled in a way not unlike that of a serpent -- moving towards Megan in a way obvious and yet almost painfully slow for those who would watch. For some, it was a matter of watching in terror as they sat underneath of the vampire's grip. Some people merely paid to offer their blood and body in exchange for the ability to sustain themselves or pay for drug or pay for their children or any number of things really. And others who watched with anticipation of the liquid pleasure.

A needle like fang appeared and finally it thrust itself forward in an incision so precise that it left no wound visible to the naked eye. The the blade sinking carefully into until the slimy mass was touching her neck -- as it begins slowly but assuredly drawing blood. The whole thing pulsing, bulging and expanding to accommodate the drawing of her fluids. All while in exchange injecting a venom which overrode willpower with chemical that induced an unnatural euphoria that drug addicts wished they could have.

All the while her hand moving to caress Megan's hair. Put her at a slight ease if there wasn't any. A care which defied the predatory expression of her now twisted facial features. Of her bug like expression hosting blank,hungry eyes flooded with a dark red.

The Drinker of Orphans wonders what face Megan would make as it all happened an she faded peacefully into the dark.

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Post by Azra » Wed Apr 29, 2020 2:28 am

Lights Out

Megan would be lying if she said she wasn't curious of how the vampire once looked. That said she did find a beauty in the particular vampire on top of her. Different sure, but that also made it stand out the goth thought. If nothing else it was a image also strong and predatory. There was also Martyr found a draw, the powers of hers were of no use here. Meaning reaching out to the person who's nature drove so many off was based on just connection and empathy over anything dabbling in weird magics. Her warmth could be taken comfort in and she could in the meantime enjoy feeling cold externally rather then drown in the frigid state that was her own mind.

Her head tilts leaning in to the touch. Sure her mind went more to degeneracy or self destructive tendency but this worked to. "Honestly don't mind scratch marks, just don't rip my favorite skirt." She mused her face lightly leaning a hint more into the claws. Letting sensitive skin protest a little as they sent signals to the brain. "Also believe it should be good morning." The woman remarked, wasn't as scandalous humor wise she thought it a nice way to go out though.

Admittedly the tongue was different, not bad just seeing it more in full as opposed to earlier allowed Megan to see just how different the company was from the regular person. Although she wasn't as excited about seeing the needle. While her expression didn't show it she had more then a few memories of other people that didn't take to it well. Those who were reminded of being drugged and of those who got high. Of course as toxins kicked in the response was more leaning towards where Megan's mind had been. Which she wasn't opposed to letting show for a moment.

The Martyr tried her best though to make sure she passed out not looking lustfully though but rather just happy. Content with the company and embrace. Before of course everything just went dark.


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Re: Duskbürg [Millennium Sub-District]

Post by Ryoko » Mon May 25, 2020 5:07 am


The King’s Palace, 10:17pm.

Despite the dilapidated state of the theater, its stage held held quite the show. A young demon hunter had tracked down a monstrosity that never should've been able to walk this plane of existence.

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Horrendous

Though, honestly, not unlike the show. Kore was still fairly new to this whole demon hunting thing and, to be frank, were it not for her ability to heal from even the most grievous wounds, she'd have been down a few arms and legs by now. The dirty, swollen wood had been painted red by a mixture of two warm bloods, and the sound of a struggle could be heard from outside the building if you were listening in. Though, as far as she was aware, nobody was.

And finally, after an axe cleaves through the demon's hide and embeds itself deep within its spine, did the beast finally fall.

Kore limped to the side of the stage and made her way down the small stairs that could barely hold her weight. She slumped over the the nearest seat, took a well-earned breath, and just sat down for a moment to look herself over. All things considered... she wasn't as banged up as she could have been. Still had all her limbs and only a few small flesh wounds. Her jacket, by this point, was mostly rough, hand-sewn stitches. Scabs on her favorite piece of clothing that would never heal over.

She'd have to add a few more when she got home that night.

And so, she'd sit and let her body repair itself before making her way home. It'd only take a minute or two before any sign of conflict had vanished.

No, that damn sure wasn't true....

Blood stains didn't fade away without a bit of elbow grease. Eh well. She'd worry about that when she got home.
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Post by Lord of Nothing » Tue May 26, 2020 8:06 am

No rest for the Wicked.

Blaring music almost blotted out the ringing of his cellphone. The woman sitting on his lap eagerly waiting to join this blissful pile laying on the ground almost made him unable to fill. And the gentle nudge of her finger on his chin almost leading his gaze back to her.


"What?" He said on the phone.

"Caramba...didn't take too long for weird shit to start happening again." With the tap of his claw and a beep he hangs up, putting his smartphone back into his pocket.

He pinches the ridge between his nose, eyes clinched shut. Before opening once more. Black where the white should be. A golden in the center. He picks up the woman sitting in his lap and then promptly sets her down. "Los siento bella. Llamadas de negocios." She crossed her arms, smiling faintly at him. Before getting up and then walking off elsewhere to the club. Smiling widely once more as she pops a drink. And starts picking up stray dollar bills that lead to the floor.

Vas left the blinking lights of the club out the back as per usual. Favoring now the dark of the alleyways that he so easily blended into and that the city so eagerly provided.

There was one thing that Vas said that he liked about Duskburg, it was that the city certainly wasn't fucking boring. He liked the older days of running around guns blazing. "Boots on the ground." Though back in the day his boots were much swaggier and he rode around with a silenced pistol. The stakes were ironically so much more personal. And they were real.

Being a lord is different. More control. More complex. More authority. More responsibility. Give and take.

And perhaps the most important was that if you went down, everyone would scatter. A power vaccuum would be created. And people rushed into to fill it. And so people always told Vas "just let us handle it boss." And when it came to the regular stuff, he did. It became easy to predict how most of the hoods would act after a while. Even if it was vague. Couple decades experience provided that. There was however, a difference between this world and the civilized one which rest outside the city. And that was anyone could be toppled. Some lead by love. Others. And others by fear.

In the eyes of the vampire lord, it was a combination of all three that allowed him to rule the lawless jungle that was Duskburg. That allowed him to be here.

"What's up boys?" The men on the rooftop aimed their guns into the dark. And watched as the shadow man reappeared from the dark as though he belonged there without a sound. The light being the only thing which revealed him.

Alert. Good.

"See some more weird shit?" He asked them arms out as he walked to the edge of the rooftop, staring down at the beat up old theater.

"Nah boss. Some funky shit been going on in there but overall nothin'." Was the reply. Each time they always came up from behind. Searching for something. And yet always they found nothing. No corpse. No nothing. He could smell.

"Alright. You two keep watch. Yell if somethin' happens." The men exchanged glances as their boss casually leaped off the roof and went off to confront the new unknown.

But this theater was ripe with rats. Rats who fleed upon the noise of commotion. And yet for some reason, rather then hiding in the deep safety of their walls -- they watched from the crevices. Whiskers twitching. Dark and beady eyes peering from the relative safety of the walls. Beneath the floorboards. And in the corner.

Always present. And tonight was no exception.

Sniffsniffsniffsniff.

One of them bumped into the girl's sneaker. Rapidly taking in her scent and identifying that she was indeed a living person. And then promptly fleeing soon as it it did.

"Hey kid."

Said some voice from right behind her. What little light that trickled in from the moon above shone upon his hands. Which clutched her seat. Long-relatively dull fingers digging into the cushions of her seat. In the Dark there was nothing to see. For his flesh was the color was the dark. An absence of light. She could peer right through him if not for the deliberate, dull glow of his red eyes alluding to his presence. And she heard him because he was speaking to her. Perhaps it was because of the smell of the blood on her shirt. Not completely human. Something weird about the scent she gave off. Something unholy. And yet he did not know.

He swallowed it before he spoke again.

"You look like you've been having a rough night." Said the vampire, his voice rather amicable for someone with possible murder on the mind. The kid had an almost innocent seeming face. Though it was a little strange for the girl to be fighting some thing in here rather than fucking. But he wondered what the girl would say unprompted. Always fun to see what people came up with.

But what she was doing was only half the story.

Face like that seems perfect for a succubus.
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Post by Ryoko » Tue May 26, 2020 6:12 pm


She felt a sinner enter the theater.

His presence was too faint to be a demon, but too heavy to bring her ease of mind. She ignored him at first, much like she did all the tainted ones. They were the kind who often loved to believe that their secrets were still just that. And Kore had learned, the hard way, that it was often best to ignore and avoid those who carried the stench. Give the wicked no reason to grow suspicious of her and make herself the target of their malevolence.

But this one just kept getting closer.

The hairs on the back of her neck had already started to rise when he took his seat behind her, and she quickly leaned forward. It wasn't until she saw his hand, and realized just what kind of sinner he was, that her heart rate started to increase. She didn't want to get mixed up with vampires and, up until now, she'd done a great job of avoiding them.

She cursed at herself silently for taking a moment to rest; for not blinking halfway across the city as soon as he entered the building. She had no idea if he had seen her face, caught her scent, or knew her name already. And, if she ran now, she was apt to draw suspicion from the last group she wanted to anger.

So she stayed seated.

And she controlled her breathing. And she hoped that, at the end of this encounter, she could walk away without painting a target on either her or her stepdad's back. And that she could still sleep easily. Despite the standing hair and the drums beating in her chest, not a single drop of sweat fell down her face.


"Not as rough as his. This is the typical Tuesday for me."

Her voice was a bit shaky, but clear.

She pointed towards the corpse of the demon on the stage. It had begun to burn with a blue fire, but the vampire could see the corpse for himself; bright as day. It was still a fresh kill, after all. If Vas took a look at her body, he'd see her wounds closing in real time as her flesh mended itself. And, slowly, the demon's body would decay; leaving behind the same tell-tale dust that he had probably seem a few times if he had been investigating the scenes that she had been leaving behind.

She swallowed a full serving of nervous spit


"I'm doing my part to keep m-... your city safe. So... we're cool, right?"
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Post by Lovecraft » Tue May 26, 2020 7:05 pm


Duskbürg


Centuries of nervous habit tended to lead those who dealt in the arcane, even in the current era of acceptance and openness, to deal in the dark. Sometimes literally. And Duskbürg was shady in every way possible.

This wasn't Howie's first trip to the slums of one of America's most thriving metropolises. He couldn't exactly see in the dark, and had gotten jumped the first few times he'd come through, before he started to sort out the finer details of what his magic was capable of. Then, like now, he'd only been carrying a flip phone, a $20, and his Louisiana driver's licence. Tonight he was also carrying a bag of cat treats, but that was because he'd learned how much more spooked by the city Atlanta got than himself.

Tonight, Howie was meeting with an arcane dealer who wanted to see if he could verify the identity of a few things he'd picked up, probably illegally. Howie used to wonder why he got contacted like people like that when there were definitely more powerful mages with more expertise much closer to the artifact dealers. His own experience with magic users, however, quickly revealed that the reason was most likely his reputation for openness and honesty. He didn't have ulterior motives when talking to people like the dealer here, and he'd have no reason to lie to him about the artifacts in his possession. He was even getting paid for this, so he wasn't going to turn down the offer. Money was needed to keep up his and Atlanta's combined diets, after all.

Again, Howard didn't have any kind of immediate darkvision, but he'd gotten into the habit of keeping his mind clear and stretching out his awareness to see whether he'd be able to identify nearby life - or, in more recent cases, vacuums of life that were what had become a recent plague of ever-present undead. Howie didn't necessarily hate vampires, and as with all things he liked to avoid conflict with them when possible, but he wasn't stupid. He had a healthy degree of caution around them, just in case, and kept one corner of his mind intently focused on his own life force in the case he needed to spark a small fire. That was the closest to armed he ever got.

It was his general awareness that made him pause, just for a moment, in front of an abandoned theater. Two people on a roof opposite, posted as if standing guard, both living. There was something inside, though, that definitely wasn't. And a younger spark of life, slightly twisted and mixed with something not completely human, but definitely alive. Not to mention the dozens of oddly behaving, far smaller animal lives that seemed focused on the scene. Howie knew that if he hung out too long contemplating what he sensed he'd probably get shot no questions asked, so he turned to keep walking, letting Atlanta descend from his shoulders to his arms as he thought through his options. He should probably stay out of it, but there was the off chance that someone's life was in danger.

And so his pause seemed to be nothing more than just that, a glance at the front, as if he was examining the stone rather than the pinpoints of existence behind it. He kept walking a bit, just until he was sure the human guards wouldn't be suspicious. He looked homeless enough that he wouldn't catch too much attention by sitting down against the wall and closing his eyes. Atlanta slid out of his arms, and then sat, patiently, while he found his concentration, centered around their two lives. It was an exchange, part of her life expended for the spell, part of his filling the void so that their minds coalesced. Howie's eyes didn't open again, but when Atlanta's did, they seemed more alert, more aware, and more intelligent than before. The moment he saw the need, Howie could withdraw, and Atlanta would be granted full use of her own mind again. For now, though, he could see through the cat's eyes, hear through her ears, smell with her nose. Her senses were his senses, and most people would be none the wiser as his body, in deep meditation, would appear to be asleep. To the casual eye, it simply looked like a homeless man had passed out, and his cat was taking the opportunity to meander away from her master for a short while as he did so.

Atlanta padded toward the building, the space somewhat bigger than it had been when he used his own feet, but she was fast enough not to waste much time. The door was still open a crack, conveniently big enough for a cat to pass through without drawing excess attention to herself. The presence of rats drew the attention of Atlanta's consciousness, but Howie was far more interested in the conversation at the front of the theater, near the stage. Good thing cat ears were better than human ears, because that meant he could let Atlanta prowl around and inspect the rodents while he listened in.

"I'm doing my part to keep m-... your city safe. So... we're cool, right?"

Nerves lingered on the edge of the girl's tone, and Howie understood why. She was young for someone facing down a creature of the night, and whatever was giving off the awful burning stench from the stage. Howie knew what a charred human body smelled like. It may have been his enhanced feline senses, but this smell was somehow worse. There was something more going on here, and before he decided to get involved, he needed to know what.

Slowly, his familiar started moving toward the voices, and Howie was more than ready to bolt at a moment's notice if the vampire noticed any inconsistency in the cat's nature or behavior.

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Post by Lord of Nothing » Thu May 28, 2020 8:17 am

One of the guys on lookout squints at the newcomer waiting outside. With the nudge of his elbow, he gets his friend's attention.

"Hey. You know that guy?" "Nah. Must be new."

The men conversed as someone showed up right outside the joint and decided to plop a seat. It was a big city with tens of thousands of homeless people of homeless people, with more popping up each day and after many of the catastrophes that seemed to plague the city. Yet he a chose a nice spot.

Going over to confront him or tell him to move would make for bad vibes in the neighborhood, as the Varcolac liked to steer clear from making people feel unsafe. The less eyes that were in the shadows the better. And yet at the same time they knew to remember a face. They too were homeless and as such they tended to be aware of the tactics they themselves employ.

They watched the man who sat outside the theater.

The blues flames lit up the room. And the light generated from it allowed Vas to be seen. His black and gold eyes not fixated on her, but on the mini inferno in front of him. In many cases -- it would have made a vampire like Vas uncomfortable or uneasy to see a fire of that size. But it seemed to do nothing to him. Only made his ghoulish features now able to be seen by the naked eye.

It was silent. For a while he did not speak as she posed her question. And he chose not to answer it.

"Just a Tuesday huh."

He could hear the thundering heartbeat in her chest. Hear the rapid flowing of blood like rushing rivers. Eager to charge her muscles with the ability to act. The stutter in her voice and how rational thought began to fade and become harder. It behooved one such as he well to be able to assess the state of potential prey. And she knew. She knew that he owned the city and that running from him would be quite the complex affair so long as she resided in the city.

Sniffsniff

He leans over. Sure to smell the sweet scent of her blood before the wound truly closed. Two big whiffs. Just to be sure. He wished that he had the chance to smell the succu-bitch herself but nobody knew what she looked like, let alone what she smelled like.

"You know you don't smell quite like that thing. Butcha smell similar." He says. Vas encounters with other supernatural creatures were pretty minimal. Mostly he specialized in dealing with the dominant species of the earth. Their food supply. And occasionally whatever often lawless competition they had,

"Unholy almost. Unnatural. Like me a little bit. But different." There was something in here. He noticed as he always did. Even in places that were unmarked by his blood -- where Vas was capable of viewing everything -- there were other means of getting a good glance of what was going on. Rats gathered all along the cat in abnormal density.

A glance at them and one could tell that the rats were not right. They were fairly on edge but in a strange way. Often they would just run from cats on sight. Yet many of these rats left little piles of drools. Unlike cats, the rats lacked night vision but their other senses were particularly magnified. Capable of smelling very well and perhaps mostly importantly, feeling things within it's whiskers. One bumped into the cat, promptly hissed and then ran away. The only response to this seemed to be Vas' ear twitching.

"So why don't you tell me what you are, why you're here and why that." He points to the burning pile of flesh in the front of the room.

"Unless you've been living under, there has been a lot of shit happening. And this city has a history of weird shit happening. Some of it being shit that coulda been prevented and not fucked up the supernatural order if I knew about it. Oh and...don't lie to me. Cause I don't like fake fucks."
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Post by Ryoko » Thu May 28, 2020 11:22 pm


Okay. This wasn't as bad as it could've been.

The vampire wanted to talk, so she'd talk. And he hated liars, so she'd be honest. And her biometrics would, at the very least, help to attest to that honesty.


"That there is a demon. And I've been getting rid of them for you before they've caused too much trouble. Ever since the day they started popping up, I've been able to sense them on arrival. And I've witnessed their carnage. So, I hunt them."

Her heartbeat didn't exactly drop, but it didn't rise they way one would when they were panicking during a lie, either. And, still, no sweat dripped down her brow. She kept sitting forward, no sudden movements to excite him, but she had been paying attention to him, all the same.

She noticed an anomaly in the corner of the room. A cat. An animal that actually carried the scent of sin? No, of course not. These creatures of the night were shapeshifters. That feline staring at her so intently might very well have been just another bloodsucker hiding itself away in a disguise that could not hide its stench from her. Just one more thing she'd need to watch out for if she wanted to make it out of this alive and unmarked.


"It's just as I say. Typical Tuesday. And one more monster in the world that needed to be slain."
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Post by Lovecraft » Thu May 28, 2020 11:46 pm

The man outside seemingly slept, in so deep a trance that he might as well have passed out. Vas' men would see nothing more suspicious after his choice to sit down within walking distance - though, if he was going to return to the theater, it wouldn't be on foot. Part of the reason he'd stayed in suspicious proximity was that should the emergency need arise, he could simply teleport in, drawing, in small part, from the rats already in there, and Atlanta, who'd serve as a beacon to follow.

Need didn't seem to have arisen yet, however, and if the conversation kept up like this it might not come up at all. The supernatural order of things was already well in hand, it seemed, even if those hands were those of the undead and a teenage demon slayer. They wouldn't exactly need his help with it. He just wanted to make sure that a healer wouldn't be required before slipping out the still-open door and going on his merry way.

Aside from aura, the only inconsistency in the feline's presence was the fact that her eyes were a crystalline blue rather than the usual gold or green. Although an uncommon trait, that wasn't too much of an alarm. Physically, she still smelled like a cat, albeit a cat who'd been held by a person recently. The majority of her behaviors, aside from not assaulting the rats or fleeing Vas' presence, were catlike as well.

As such, Athena hissed back at the rat that had hissed at her, but Howie was the one to note when Vas' ear twitched ever so slightly in their direction. He'd seen the minuscule movement a hundred times in the cat herself, a small side note while there was something more interesting going on. He didn't act on the information that Howard was present, however, if he did have that. That was good, fine, even. Again, he wanted to be able to leave as soon as possible if his help wasn't needed. He'd just need to eavesdrop for a few more moments to assess the vampire's reply, but he let Athena's animal instincts kick in just enough to take a swipe at the rats forming a circle around her in hopes that they'd have a slightly wider radius to work with, either to leave, or on the off chance Howard would need to come inside.

For right now, at least, the first seemed much more likely, and that was all the better for everyone. The only reason Howie had stuck around was because he'd thought someone might be in trouble. Right now the situation seemed under control. If he was lucky, he'd be able to make that decision long before the others' conversation was done, leave the room, get to his client, and get out of town. He didn't need vampire troubles along with anything else that'd be on his plate once he got home.

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