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vampire_compton (vampire_compton) wrote in silverage,

"I'm absolutely sure," he replied with a slight chuckle, "Please, it's the absolute least I could do,"

He began walking towards the nearest subway station, hands in pockets. The night was pleasant - warm and comfortable, the sound of traffic and the rumbling of grates the only thing he heard. In Bon Temps, of course, it was bugs and the occasional nightingale, but here it was all a manmade quality. There was something comforting about it, if only because he knew he had nowhere else to go.

"So what brings you to New York City, if I might ask?" he finally asked after a few steps, "Are you a student?"

He glanced at her, noticing her blood flowing with the ease of youth - swift and steady, pumping in her neck, and at this thought, he shook his head briefly. He had just eaten last night. There was no need to get excited.