“No wonder I found you intriguing.” A chuckle emanated from his mouth, and he turned to leave, though not before looking over his shoulder and back to her.

“Well, I’ll see you whenever you do come by. And trust me, it will be when, not if.”

And just as suddenly as he appeared, he was gone.

“…worry, I don’t plan on hurting you. In fact, as a show of good will, take this. It’s my address. If you want more answers, please stop by any night you want. If you want to call the cops on me, you know where to send them.” He pulled out a slip of paper, holding it out to her.

“Like I said, you intrigue me. And it pays to know things, after all. Knowledge is power, and I like being powerful.”

Truthfully, this interest started because he wanted her blood, but it had since evolved further than just that. Some aura about her, it was tantalizing.

“Don’t…”

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…information where he could. Evan followed her tracks as well, discovering what he could.

One of the cat’s claws peeked out ever so slightly.

“Oh, I have so many ways of gathering information on people if I want to. Which I did. You’re quite fascinating.”

Where was the fun in hunting if there wasn’t any sport to it? He’d simply had his ghoul follow her and pick up…

…intrigued, and equally sizing up the woman with a meticulous surveillance paired with amusement.

“Well, I’m glad to be the one to put you on the back foot then. Caelina, yes?”

The man standing near her was tall, thin, sharp, and did not seem lacking in confidence in himself as his face betrayed. Tired blue eyes peered out from a curly mess of brown hair. He wore umber trousers, boots, a grey button-up, and a leather jacket. The look on his eyes was like a cat…

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There was a great deal of pride that Evan took in being able to get the jump on people. It made him feel smart and capable, which were perhaps the greatest sensations he had ever experienced in his life.

“I know you’d happily do the same thing to me.”

Evan’s jackal-like sharp features twisted into a satisfied smile, his pale hands rubbing together with pride.
“Well, it worked, didn’t it?”

The vampire’s similarly sharp body rested against the doorframe, his acute eyes taking in as much of the surroundings as possible.

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🌹Hector’s Attributes

•Strength: 2 (Average)
•Dexterity: 3 (Good)
•Stamina: 2 (Average
•Charisma: 3 (Good)
•Manipulation: 2 (Average)
•Composure: 1 (Poor)
•Intelligence: 3 (Good)
•Wits: 4 (Exceptional)
•Resolve: 2 (Average)

Hector is very insightful, but has a hard time keeping his cool.

🌹 Faceclaim: Antonio Cipriano

🌹Birthday: September 14th, 1958
🌹 Date Embraced: February 20th, 1983
🌹 Height: 6’0
🌹 Ethnicity: Italian
🌹 Birthplace: Howard Beach, Queens, New York City.
🌹 Favorites: Cubist & Abstract Art, Queer culture, Talking Heads (Bands)

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But the necromancer still felt horrible about having done her in. A life…taken away…he’d never done it before.

Why did he contact the Milliner bank for the loan? He knew they’d ask for a favor in return…but he needed the supplies for his experiments too badly for his own good.

…wrong him in any way, he’d never met her before. It was just business, only business, practical and clean.

“Do you have a cigarette?” Anthony asked [Your Character], his face haunted, his hands wringing some imaginary thing.

He’d heard she was a bad person, awful in every way.

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Her eyes…wide, rolling wildly, yet he saw that they drunk in every detail of his face.
Harriet told him that ‘you’ll remember the faces of the people that have wronged you for as long as you live, and you better make sure that yours is the last one they see.’

But this woman didn’t…

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…down next to [Your Character], but paying them no mind. He was too engrossed in his thoughts, in the memories that kept replaying over and over again.
As Anthony flexed his hands, he could feel the warm flesh straining under his grasp again. The panicked breaths slamming into his cold wrist.

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Light thumps sounded across the glass paneling of the bus stop. A drizzling rain coated the whole of New York City in a haze of moisture.
[Your Character] was there, sitting and waiting for this next bus.

Oh god, what had he done?

Anthony stumbled into the stop, sitting…

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