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Bellum Anon (
bellum_anon
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2010
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18:32:00
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nobleblood
2010-03-25 12:38 am UTC
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Vlad wasn't surprised by the appearance of the threatening note, and to tell the truth he'd been waiting for some kind of death threat to arrive ever since Saturday. It wasn't difficult to guess who had delivered it, although he did wish he knew the man as something other than Van Helsing. Trying to distinguish between who he actually was and who he'd been for a day was complicated by the fact that he kept thinking of his primary nemesis as his fictional counterpart. He read it impassively a few times, perched on the edge of the living room couch, tossing it onto the table when he became tired of looking at it.
He rose from the couch and made his way to the bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He knew that the threat was merely words on paper, nothing more; not yet. When it became something plausible he could go to Daniel's, show that he wasn't evil, that he wouldn't retaliate. Vlad could do that and prove to Helena that he wasn't the monster she'd been unfortunate enough to experience.
Then he remembered what he'd discovered the evening before, that his fangs hadn't disappeared as he thought they had. It took focus, and he was still refining it, but it seemed that he could make them come and go at will. Yes, he very well
could
handle this in a way that the others would approve of.
Or, as a familiar voice in the back of his mind whispered, he could not.
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