It might be the blood loss. It might be the fear. It might be the hour of night.
(The memory that arrived in that moment, vanishing just as quickly: the stench of antiseptic and the look of blood on hospital linens.)
She paused there for a moment as the words sank in. Then, finally, her shoulders dropped the slightest bit. Another shift in posture, less towards "flight" and leaning forward. She put her hands in her pockets. The church bell ran again in the distance to mark the top of the hour.
"Then you know."
About the vampires. About Dracula. About the forces arrayed against the few trying to bring an end to the monsters in the night.
About the gaping hole in Alani's memory.
"-He's close. Sent a message to one of ours. His lackeys nearly pulled a snatch-and-grab on us earlier tonight." A shrug of one shoulder. "I... don't know how we got away clean, to be honest."
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Date: 16 Jul 2020 05:24 (UTC)(The memory that arrived in that moment, vanishing just as quickly: the stench of antiseptic and the look of blood on hospital linens.)
She paused there for a moment as the words sank in. Then, finally, her shoulders dropped the slightest bit. Another shift in posture, less towards "flight" and leaning forward. She put her hands in her pockets. The church bell ran again in the distance to mark the top of the hour.
"Then you know."
About the vampires. About Dracula. About the forces arrayed against the few trying to bring an end to the monsters in the night.
About the gaping hole in Alani's memory.
"-He's close. Sent a message to one of ours. His lackeys nearly pulled a snatch-and-grab on us earlier tonight." A shrug of one shoulder. "I... don't know how we got away clean, to be honest."
"Maybe we didn't. But he's here."
Dracula.