He hadn’t been expecting the answer that he received. A princess… She did look out of place, but that could have been overlooked as nothing more than a coincidence. She might have been one of those girls going to some weird convention thing, for some show, some movie. He knew they had those little get-togethers in the city; he’d come across one or two in his time, had watched a line of people standing outside a building dressed up and looking like they’d just crawled out of a Halloween party.
She could have been playing with him; she might have been telling a lie. But with everything that was happening in LA as of recently Bart didn’t suspect anything along those lines and actually believed her. If he were anywhere else in the world he would have laughed, would have told her to shut up and tell the truth or get going. There was none of that though. There was no disbelieving laugh, no rude remarks shot from his mouth in reply.
“This is Los Angeles, and this very spot,” he said, motioning to the ground, and to the two brick walls fencing in the alley, “is a fucked up little haven where crack addicts like to shoot up, and from what I just saw, where vampires like that guy,” he took a look at the ashes, looked back to her, “like to eat their evening meals.”
He was done with that now. He didn’t want to go on and risk scaring her, which could happen if he didn’t put an end to that topic.