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         “You think it’ll kill him?”  Gabriel asked, hands on his hips.  He’d long since learned how to watch his own work from a safe distance.  How to be a bystander. How to frown innocently at a stranger in the lamplight while a soon to be deceased asshole tried to crawl away from a swarm of flying leeches.

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He’s rolling a blunt & notices her staring. Wiggling his eyebrows at her, he finishes rolling before lighting it with a match. “You want some or have you never seen a weed before?” He takes a long drag before holding it out in offering. 

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    ❝   why do you smell like that?   ❞     it’s a serious question . he can’t place the fragrance - wonders if it’s some hoodoo trick .

      ❝  Well, I’d say I’m good for plenty of things,  ❞    he said, prompting a small smile to curl on his lips as thoughts drifted to the depths of his mind that he did not say out loud.    ❝  For one, I’m old enough to know how this works. . .   More or less, at least, there isn’t a handbook or anything.  Let me think   ——   I know how to braid hair, if you ever want a funky hairstyle.  I make a mean Bloody Mary, vampire style.  ❞

       ❝  Just a word of advice,  ❞   he said, corner of his mouth lifted as he turned with a speed becoming of a vampire, regarding her with a careful gaze.  There was no time to duck anywhere for her to remain unseen, and frankly he could tell there was someone following him for a while now, but all the while he chose to ignore it, hoping the unwavering will to continue would falter at some point   ——   but it didn’t.  So he smiled, though rather carefully, and chose to fix the jacket thrown over his shoulders.   ❝  Next time you want to follow another vampire, try to be a little more stealthy.  It wasn’t too bad, it’s just you never know how old they are and what they can do.  ❞   He paused.   ❝  I’m assuming that is why you’ve been following me, correct?  ❞

He catches her feeding but is oddly calm. In fact, he continues to read his newspaper. “So, what does human blood taste like to a vampire? Blood? Or something more?” Perhaps it’s a personal question to ask—perhaps it’s not. He really doesn’t care if she answers. . .he’s just bored.