Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
Aiden listened closely - very closely - as the footsteps came down the stairs. He took another one or two of his own, watching the bend for a sight of shoes or feet, something, anything. The words weren't particularly threatening, but he was by default a cautious man (was he?). Most people could be trusted. Many could not. On a night like this, who knew what could happen? His fingers rubbed at the bridge of his nose.
-- and then the voice was right in front of him. He jerked back out of surprise and nearly tripped back down the stairs, but fortunately he still had his hand on the banister and managed to grip it hard enough to keep himself upright.
"I know exactly where I'm going," he said, automatically defensive, and then glanced around warily. "Where are you?" Who are you, he wanted to say, or more pressingly What. Through the headache information tried to blitz to the forefront of his mind but got lost on the way there.