"Vlad?" She'd repeated in spector-surprise--didn't that name haunt some hallway of her memory?--her brow had never failed to furrow in worry, but it had softened in recognizing the name from somewhere. From where? The start made her stand up. "Where have I heard that name..." Oh, this was going to excite and bother her for a good long while till the mystery was solved, her hands flew to both sides of her face. The coldness helped, but did not loosen the recollection from the quagmire of muddled pounding.
"I've heard that name." the whisper was slender and flimsy, she passed him and paced. Yes, she was a pacer.
Lily had experience with the machinations and the intrigue of how people dodged the truth of their convictions, she just did not want to upset him any farther than the subject seemed to. Not at that particular moment, not until she realized something. "I think my cousin knows a Vlad. Maybe. Or I think he's said something to me on those forums. Aiden, do you think if he were to move... "
No, that'd be ridiculous.
"I wish Lucy was more cooperative." Said she, in opposition to his suggestion. "Maybe we could just experiment a little. There must be something that can be done. If Dracula is... gone... the curse is. Or are we cursed to act out the very same thing at each full moon? You and I? Forever?"