Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
Aiden smiled very faintly at that - unusual for him, but then again, maybe not. The typical sharp words faded before they reached his throat and he glanced over at the floating teeth - ah. Probably best not to do that again.
"Unfortunate. Strange that he hasn't made a nuisance of himself." A nuisance ... what a paltry word for the dangers caused and crimes committed by that man. Presumably the fading man would know if there had been any suspicious deaths attributed, any injured people left to waste away with bloody wounds. Perhaps the monster was hiding. No matter. He knew where it hid, and even though the stairs seemed to go on forever, there was only so far up anyone could go.
And his presence was unknown to the vampire. They had spoken only briefly. There had been no indications of his role in all this, giving him the advantage. The Lord had blessed him tonight.
"Then, friend," Aiden - the doctor? - said, avoiding looking at those teeth again, "who are you? If you can guess me so easily, then perhaps you could share your own name."