#consanguinerecords

[morbid-impressions]

(Poor sad lamb. I can help him relax and forget about the world for a time too. - Anna <3)

(Anna wants to give Landin the bite bite. He prolly wouldn't put up much of a fight, either...)

[consanguinerecords]

The phone was answered to a paper rustle, the background sound of a car engine and a distant “-know which one it is!” before a smooth, pleasant “Hello, Mr Dankovsky?” The voice was male, tinged with a light Australian accent. The name was pronounced properly but with a small hesitation, as if the speaker had studied the correct stresses.

Ben gestured firmly for the driver to pull over. She enjoyed speeding and taking risks when it was her turn and experience had shown that it was difficult to carry on a professional phone conversation while wrestling for control of the steering wheel.

"It’s good you could get back to us so fast. Thank you. I’m happy to answer any questions you have." This subject the closest to a true human immortal they’d come across. There had been rumours; they’d chased various trails through South Korea to Hungary to Russia, but either the stories were false or some other team had believed them to be a threat and eliminated them first. By now they weren’t seeking to eliminate. The little vampire, now obeying the speed limit, wanted just a taste of immortal blood.

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Dankovsky lifted an eyebrow at the sounds in the background. He had settled down in his chair and he kept his tone neutral. "I am interested in how your...organization was able to deduce the nature of my longevity. I am aware that there are rumors, but I would have thought they wouldn't be so impressive as to draw anyone's attention enough to conduct research. But I digress. You are Benjamin Sinclair, I assume?"