Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
"What? No, I just wanted to make sure." Aiden pulled out the teabag and set it aside, not yet taking a drink but still just absorbing the warmth, as if his room was too cold. (It wasn't, really.) "Then you know about ... this? All of this." He waved a hand briefly. "What this place does, at least once a month, it seems." With the exception of last month, but he could safely say that had hardly been any better.
Whether she knew or not, he had a feeling that - if she was Lucy, then she must have hand-delivered that note to him. Other than Helena and Vlad, he didn't know of any other people in any story here that would be hungering for blood the way that note had described. Aiden looked at her again, simultaneously hoping and dreading that he'd be right.
"Do you live in 104, by any chance?" he said slowly. The note was tucked away in a desk drawer, away from prying eyes, but if need be he'd go and get it. To ensure that yes, he'd gotten it; that he'd thought on it. Even if it had taken him too much time to get back to her.