Re: In the orchard: Daniel/Aubrey
It was possible the wolf was leading him into an ambush of other wolves. Fully possible. More than possible. Wolves just didn't hunt alone. Daniel had heard of lone wolves, and met them, but they were fucking miserable and half-rabid. Vampires were different, and naturally sought solace. Like tigers, they needed territory. (Daniel knew this about himself, and he heard this from the ones he had met, so it was what he thought he knew. There were other kinds of vampires, perhaps. Not ones that he knew. Daniel was a tiger, thanks very much.) Daniel looked back at the wolf and waited for it to make its decision, and once it did, moving off like into the trees at a slow follow-me kind of pace, Daniel made his almost instantly after.
He came too. And he talked while he went, with the accent he had learned at a school for boys two hundred years ago. "Good of you," he began, threading through the trees. His coat made more sound than his feet did, his eyes easily navigating the spreading branches. Far, far off into the distance, he thought he heard a sort of roar. A road, his mind supplied, without attempting to fight its way through the contrasting ideas of vehicles that could roar and the kind of highway that Daniel's mind supplied, ground down with carriage wheels and dust.
"I'm not all that new to town. Just got turned about a bit, haven't been here for..." He didn't know. Months, years? He didn't know. "Well, turned about. There was the train, you see. Marvelous thing, bit crowded for my taste. I didn't get a taste, if you take my meaning." Daniel was very hungry, and he hadn't scented a human in what felt like hours now. He couldn't go leaving bite marks all over the Oriental Express. "Perhaps there's an inn on the outskirts this way? I'm tidy about my habits, I promise you." Daniel was the kind of tiger with hypnotic eyes that let you toddle away half-drained wondering what happened.