Would she have thought him a good man if she’d known that he was the responsible for her unwell state? That it was he who had put her in that position at all? Well, he would argue with himself that she had been a victim of another, that he had only been helping, so she’d not have to die so young, etc and so on. He could go round and round about how he’d done what was right, but if Janos looked in the mirror, and really thought on it… well, he didn’t like to do that kind of soul searching too much. Soul searching wasn’t good for a vampire. Which was kind of the joke… an eternity to think about all your mis-deeds, and no way to undo them. Likely that was where the myth came from - about them not being able to see their reflection. They could, most just didn’t like to.
But he had done one good thing for her, he knew. Bringing her to Silivasi was the right thing to do. If there was one thing Janos knew about the old one, was her devotion to her kin. She brought them all in, all the lost little souls, gave them shelter, and taught them how to live. Silivasi was a fuck better sire than Janos could hope to be. So, this had been a good thing, the right thing. He just should have done it a lot sooner.
His main concern was that Dahlia be cared for, but he’d hoped too, that she would feel welcomed, at home.
His eyes widened and he let out a hearty laugh. “Necromancer? No I meant… oh nevermind what I meant, but yes, much better to be a medium than necromancer. I think vampires are all the undead we need, don’t you? Those flesh eating walking tombs give us all a bad name.” He shuddered animatedly, wearing a look of sour distaste.
He noticed her furtive glances as they walked. “Looking for something? Or are you afraid you might accidentally see my cock? Don’t worry, it won’t bite you.” Yes, it was all about him and his man bits. He squeezed her hand a bit tighter, resisting the urge to have a taste. No, that would come later. Even the kiss, the soft brush of lips, was just a tease to his senses. It felt, it tasted, so new, so fresh! And he couldn’t help himself, a fang did slip into that kiss. No skin broken, but how it wanted…
“Ah yes, here. Good job, so helpful. I like that.” His cool breath was right on her throat as he spoke, having appeared suddenly behind her in the dark. He brushed even closer, hand moving to flip the switch up, and then he was gone again, to stand yards away in a still dim corner. He brushed aside cobwebs, blew off dust, then lifted the heavy lid from a beaten antique trunk. One of his few remaining things from the living days. He pulled out a worn pair of jeans and began slipping into them even as he moved on to something else.