It was a habit of Fleur’s to keep an eye on the vampires that came (and possibly disappeared) inside of Ashbourne’s limits. She liked to be familiar with those around, know who was a believer and who was a heretic. Of course, the latter had been more difficult in the last two and a half months after the Sanguinem Aeternam had been burnt down by a mad man. Answers were running dry as to who had done it which only left her feeling more and more unsettled with each day that passed. The Council was useless – careless. She wanted answers that she wasn’t sure she could wait for much longer.
“You are an unfamiliar face.” And a pretty one. Given that this place catered primarily to vampires and she did not wreak of humanity, it was an easy assumption to make. “Can I get you a drink? Fleur Chenery.” She introduced herself.
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