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He was a few drinks in at the Water Wheel Pub before he decided he better get home before it got too late. A corpse had turned up, nothing new there, but it needed to be prepared for service and that was never something he wanted to do hungover. It was cold, one of those nights that cut you to the bone, absently he pushed towards the old home near the outskirts of town while his feet crunched into the fresh snow. He walked and let his mind wander, absently thinking about the things he missed that he just couldn’t get in Ashbourne.
McDonalds was probably at the top of the list. Humans were kind of a drag most of the time, but if there was anything that they had gotten right it was making food as cheap and convenient as they had manged it. His stomach growled as the memories returned and August would have to make due with the burger he’d ordered before leaving the bar. Some planning had gone into getting home after all.
Though he’d had a few, August still had his wits about him and not far from home he became aware that he was being followed. There were more than a few people the witch had managed to piss off in the last three years, and staying as late as he had was maybe a mistake. The sun had set long ago and in this town August was one of the few who didn’t throw themselves at vampires. They could keep their fangs to themselves, thanks.
“You know it’s rude to follow someone, at the very least you could make an introduction.”