Adventures of a Traveling Court :: AU :: Emily
This was a town he had been to plenty of times before. As far as he knew, he and Henry had clear it of vampires, or at least those Henry's letters stated deserved it, two years ago. The town had hardly noticed and as annoying as that was to him personally, it had also grown and had to deal with the problems of growth. Still, it had been two years since he and Henry had spoken of it.
Two years since any of the locals had told him of strange sounds heard in the trees or their children's strange tales and imaginings.
He was visiting the town now with the traveling courthouse. The town was just another town to him these days and he was happy enough with that. The gear hidden in the false bottom of his bag was for an errand to be seen to two towns over.
The woman at the boarding house recognized their legal troupe and the usual pleasantries were exchanged. As the rest of them settled in to rest for tomorrows proceedings, Abraham ducked down for a quick lunch. It seemed the woman had been waiting to get him alone and now that he was she eagerly told him the stories spreading about the town.
Over his ham and cheese sandwich he couldn't help thinking that it just couldn't be. No vampire he had ever met was so obviously a vampire. It must have shown on his face as the woman chuckled lightly, quietly. If the guy who was interested in the strange stories thought it was unlikely then it mustn't be.
He gave a polite smile and soon the conversation turned to the town itself. He learned that Betsy's house had been town down, she had never been found and it was assumed she died tragically from an untended candle, and a new owner bought the lot to build a new house. The closest he had come to losing a hunt and the first time he had used fire to burn the building. Naturally, he said nothing of this.
He slipped out of the boarding house, only lightly armed, soon after dusk. It was probably nothing, or it might be a newly undead. Or it might be one particularly stupid. Two of the options were an easy kill, the first the most likely, but there was enough of a story that he did not consider it a waste of his time to at least check out.