> @fleurchenery !!
Night life was a risky thing in Ashbourne, especially since now Aria was doing more walking than driving. The badly sealed drink she had ordered kept spilling at the sides and she couldn’t really enjoy it. Plus, her bag full of... grisly ritual supplies, curtesy of August, was heavy. With a sigh, Aria stopped near the weird, burnt down vampire church to place her bag on a bench and take a seat for a moment.
She knew it was a bad idea as soon as she did it. The place had always been creepy but it was creepier now as depressing, burnt ruins under moonlight. And it was eerily quiet. Aria tried to drink half of her drink quickly when she heard a quick breeze nearby. Either strange wind or a vampire. With her lucky, probably the latter. The bag contents she’d gotten from the Funeral Home probably still smelled of blood, even if it was old, stale blood.
It would not be good for her if they thought she was a human for easy pickings. Aria cautiously looked around as she put her drink on the seat and begun to get up. Magic prickled underneath her skin and her heart rate picked up.
