What are you doing? Night time was what one could classically consider his time. The hour of the vampire. At the very least he should be at work. Could have been at work. Had been at work. For longer than he cared to count. While he didn’t need sleep, there had been stolen moments of privacy for the odd shower or simply to sit and catch up on paperwork. It was easier to let time pass him by when he pulled the odd shift at the hospital whilst things were still in the process of settling in for his private practice.
A hospital was still a hospital even in a town full of supernaturals. Hardly entirely special, a little unique; with the odd case not seen outside the borders of Opulence. Maybe he was tempting fate by walking alone at this hour, but he hadn’t owned a car in a very long time; that kind of thing required something a little more permanent. The kind of permanent he hadn’t had in decades, in a way Opulence was his chance at a new beginning.
As if he had the luxury to entertain such a thought after all this time.
And it had been a very long time.
To be lost in his own thoughts was not an uncommon occurrence, to drift not quite down memory lane whilst his body went through the motions. His feet already knew the way to something he dared not call home. Between one thought and the next he catches it out of the corner of his eye, the flickering light within the inky darkness broken only by the dim light of the moon occasionally broken up by the odd street light. Hardly the blinding glow of a city and in that one might fight comfort.
Perhaps someone, but not every one.
A heartbeat heavy with fear. Enhanced senses picking further upon the stench of it, of the nerves and the shuddering breaths. The silence is broken by a shatter of glass so loud to his ear that it might as well be happening at his side– this is followed by scream so violet it’s like a physical blow. He staggers as though struck, attention snapping in the direction of its source while his feet already begin to move. To run.
To help, to help, to help–
There’s no breath to heave as he skids to a stop upon catching the figure outlined by the glow, gaze wide as he takes in the scene. No one is under attack. There is no heavy iron stench of blood or gasping desperate breaths of pain. But they are there in another form and at a first glance it’s a woman, and he is a man. And it is so very dark out.
He hasn’t lived so long and not learned.
He keeps his distance, one hand raised palm flat out as if to soothe and assure “I don’t mean to alarm,” he starts softly, keeping his posture open and unassuming and the distance between them so very important “I just, I heard a scream–you scream and I…are you alright? Are you okay? Has someone…?”
There are no other someones around.
Just the two of them here in the not quite dark.
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