now that he was looking for a vampire, stiles had been pacing for hours and hours. only stopping to eat or drink. not even thinking about anything else. not even when people spoke to him. no, he was in a trance, speaking the words of the ghost over and over. which was why at first, stiles didn’t notice maria. not until he passed her twice. doing a double take, he wondered what she could be. ghost ?? vampire ?? ghost vampire ??
turning on his heel, “excuse me ??” holing up a shaky index finger, “you don’t happen to be a,” clearing his throat and whispering, “a vampire ??” chuckling after saying it, figuring he sounded ridiculous. then again, it was stiles stilinski, his whole world was ridiculous. “or, you know, a ghost ?? less casper, more ghost alexa ??” lips twitching at the sarcasm that danced from his tongue. certainly, stiles had squared up with his fair share of supernatural beings. not one event could he recall meeting a ghost or vampire. unless he was sleeping on his very memories. nothing seemed to faze him anymore. only becoming the nogitsune, really screwed him up. everything else was only building his character.
the ex-hunter turned to the voice, only to be met by a lone man. much like the rest of the residents of the hotel, seemed.. suited in another fashion, much contrasting to her own victorian garbs. her moves were gentle, as she peered down to the shaking finger to the strange references he made. vampire ? ghost ? peering down to her own appearance- yes, she could see why she might’ve been mistaken for such. vilebloods do often act out the role of such beasts, and.. perhaps, she was one such to others.
though, if it was anything, she was able to make sense of the little information she was brought to. she spoke with sussurous tones, yet still echoing. ❝ you mistake me for myths, but those titles aren’t too far from your suspicions, inquirer. i had been certain that death had been all-consuming, and yet i still stand. a ‘ghost’, from what i understand, isn’t too far from what i may be. perhaps just a tad less ethereal than the standard. ❞
❝ should it ring true; i am lady maria, former hunter of beasts, a ghost of physical form.❞ it seemed as though it was some sort of attempt to joke, but she didn’t dwell upon it. while it seemed as though none would recognize the name of byrgenworth, nor the horrid things, she felt at ease keeping those secrets even now.
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