WHO: Mitchell and Annie (others at the Hyperion?) WHAT: The vampire comes to see his ghost shaped friend. WHEN: June 21st- afternoon WHERE: The Hyperion RATING: TBD STATUS: In progress
This was not what he had in mind for today. Today's plans included drinking tea, watching Countdown and hoping that there'd be no fallout from the rest of the vampires after the death of Herrick. Mitchell had been on edge since that night, waiting for the consequences. He knew those people too well, he knew sooner or later something would happen.
This hadn't been what he expected.
LA. Los Angeles. America. The vampire had to admit he was confused. Also, grateful for his sunglasses, shielding his sensitive eyes from the harsh sunlight. How had this even happened?
It felt as though the tables had turned, with Annie being the one with the answers. He was so used to being so much older than the other two, so much more experienced in the ways of the supernatural that being all lost like this was disconcerting. Still, he pulled his collar up as he hunched his shoulders, walking in the direction of this place Annie had mentioned. Of course he had to walk. No American money for a cab.
Eventually he found the place, cautiously wandering inside.