Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
If Aiden noticed her reticence in taking the pills, or her held-back questions and intentions, he made no move to show he knew; it was more likely that he didn't, suddenly caught up in the shadows of his own hate as he was. He closed the pillbox and put it back in his pocket, hands pressed hard against the counter to resist the urge to lash at the air.
"His name is Vlad," he said after a few long moments of silence, drawn out further by his own half-reluctance to tell her anything, even if it wasn't his to hold back. "He lives on the penthouse floor. Third one. Works in business, or something like that." Enough to keep him inside with his work and not go out regularly to an office, though Aiden hadn't kept very close track of that these days. "He's responsible for a lot of the trouble in this building, and I'd recommend staying away from him, no matter what you want to do. No matter what she wants to do." In his mind, Dracula and Vlad were just as dangerous; there was no middle ground, no difference between man and monster. Oh, sure, something remained, a thin thread that kept the two apart, but day by day it stretched and thinned. Soon enough there'd be nothing there at all.
He didn't look at her when he spoke, staring more at the bruised countertop than anywhere else. His voice was volumes enough to tell her what she'd see if she caught sight of his eyes just then.