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Kurogane kept a close eye on the vampire after their meeting, more so than before. He no longer needed to keep his presence concealed. Even if the blond did notice him from time to time, it was of no negative consequence—at least it shouldn’t be. After all, the idiot needed to feed from him eventually. He was too kind-hearted to seek out new victims to satisfy his new hunger, so when the craving hit, Kurogane knew that the vampire would come to him albeit reluctantly, so he kept himself close enough to detect yet far away enough to not be intrusive.
How long could vampires go between feedings? In accordance to his earlier research, Kurogane suspected that the period had to be lengthy. They weren’t humans nor were they the undead, which meant that there was a certain element of immortality in their existence, whether it was because they were supernatural or because they were naturally stronger than humans.
Even several days after their meeting, the hunter continued his daily routine of sitting himself down at a bar across the street from Fai’s apartment to keep a watchful eye on who came in and out of the small building. He sat alone at his vantage point by the window as he nursed a single shot of scotch on the rocks, just enough to keep his head straight. It was nearing ten at night, which meant that anyone going into the building were people stuck with a night shift or visitors to a party. Either case was likely to be carrying something of value with them, whether a briefcase, a purse, or a gift for the host.
Kurogane noted two people who defied those profiles: one being a woman looking to be in her late forties with her hair tied up and the second being a man who was listening to music. Each entered within two minutes of each other. Neither one of them lived in the three-story building. They could both be visitors. They could also be intruders.
The stoic man finished his drink and paid the bill.
