Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
"I think about it, sometimes." He shifted where he stood again, staring down into the depths of his tea, able to see where some of the leaves had fallen loose from their mesh bagging into the bottom of the mug. "Since I don't think anyone wants their vampire counterpart to start hurting other people, it seemed like a good idea to have a plan ready." Not that he had been able to use it yet. Not even once.
Was that good, or really, really bad?
Aiden glanced up in time to see Lily run a hand across her forehead, over where the bruise was. He paused at it before realizing that she probably had one hell of a headache, and why hadn't it hit him before, he knew about headaches and always had. He immediately dug a hand into his pocket and grabbed the pillbox that was never out of his grasp for more than an hour or so and popped it open, offering it to her. He used them so easily, it would have been hard for him to imagine someone turning them down. Even if he was using twice the normal and recommended dosage at this point in time.
At her words, though, he grimaced, something dark passing into his eyes. Did she want to know who Dracula was? Probably. It seemed the only possibility.
"You mean ... Dracula, yes? I know who he is." His voice reflected that it was not a good knowledge. That within it he held the promise of using that shared knowledge to do something terrible - or at least something unreasonable to any sane mind.