[ Vampire. He's a fucking vampire. And he cast a fucking glamour on her? After seven hundred and something years, it was hard to imagine she could be so stupid! She's painfully aware of how many CCTV cameras there must be on this street alone and the fact that she can't very well draw a stake in the middle of Dublin. Especially not right outside the pub; there's a load of drunk and drinking supernaturals in the pub behind her, and much as she'd like to take a flamethrower to the entire place (not that it would kill all of them, anyway) it'd be more trouble than it was worth to draw that much attention to herself. She was already known in Ireland without putting a target on her head. ]
"Fuck."
[ She isn't sure what else to say at this point, and she can hear the growl in her voice as the kid's eyes flash so dark - and hell, how young was he when he was turned? It's almost a crime - and he stumbles in the lamplight. She takes another step back, making no attempt to help him stand up again. She might not be able to kill him right here, right now in the street but she's certainly not going to help him, either. Doing her best to commit his face to memory - and damn it, to add insult to injury he really does look so much like Chris, and it just makes her even angrier - she moves her hand further around her belt, looking for her hip flask of holy water. ]
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Date: 2016-05-05 06:35 am (UTC)[ Vampire. He's a fucking vampire. And he cast a fucking glamour on her? After seven hundred and something years, it was hard to imagine she could be so stupid! She's painfully aware of how many CCTV cameras there must be on this street alone and the fact that she can't very well draw a stake in the middle of Dublin. Especially not right outside the pub; there's a load of drunk and drinking supernaturals in the pub behind her, and much as she'd like to take a flamethrower to the entire place (not that it would kill all of them, anyway) it'd be more trouble than it was worth to draw that much attention to herself. She was already known in Ireland without putting a target on her head. ]
"Fuck."
[ She isn't sure what else to say at this point, and she can hear the growl in her voice as the kid's eyes flash so dark - and hell, how young was he when he was turned? It's almost a crime - and he stumbles in the lamplight. She takes another step back, making no attempt to help him stand up again. She might not be able to kill him right here, right now in the street but she's certainly not going to help him, either. Doing her best to commit his face to memory - and damn it, to add insult to injury he really does look so much like Chris, and it just makes her even angrier - she moves her hand further around her belt, looking for her hip flask of holy water. ]
"When did you last..."
[ She shudders, eyes narrowed. ]
"Eat?"