Knock knock
Malcolm cracked the door and wondered at the source of the knocking. Until he looked closer to the ground. There he saw the vampire, who looked like a child. And though it would be impossible for him to miss that she was a dead creature the same as him, it felt as if his visitor was a child and so he put out his cigarette.
He had only heard of child vampires before, never seen one, and it was more uncomfortable than he even would have predicted. His mind was flooded with questions about her, and he knew that all the answers could only make him feel sick.
He wished he lived in a world where she didn’t exist. He hoped that it didn’t show on his face. He knew that she shouldn’t be here, and gestured for her to come into his office to get her out of his hallway.
This messy office was clearly where the man was living, complete with a TV and a mattress. It wasn’t any more a place for a kid than the rest of the building. He kicked some stranger’s left behind clothing under his desk.
“You’re looking for someone? Or did the baron send you?”
He doubted the second one was the case… he didn’t trust the baron more than any other vampire, but she wouldn’t work a kid. Or at the very least, send her into his nightclub. It was so conspicuous.