@bottomshelfheroes // continued from here !!
they don't always notice. and sometimes, when they do, they talk themselves out of it. goosebumps on their arms, a chill on the back of their neck, and they blow it off like paranoia. ever since the diner, he wondered what type of human sara would be. she's at the corner, waiting for the light to change and armand emerges to join her on the sidewalk. she'd been easy to follow so far. all he needed to do was stay out of sight, lurk in a shadow, and move quicker than the human eye could follow if she dared look in his direction.
he's done hiding, however. instead, he strolls behind her, hands tucked inconspicuously into the pockets of his jacket. he's not surprised to catch onto her attempt at deducing whether she simply lacked sleep or if there were someone watching her.
all things considered, this was a silly game. louis was still young enough that his family tree was easy to follow, it was easy to find out if any of them still existed as he haunted new orleans like a phantom. β i'm afraid your instincts were right, β he announces as the light turns. will she run?
