Well, she was dressed kinda "emo", might as well have a name to match, huh? The house was nearly in sight, and-
Wait. No. Cold hands, pale skin, acting crazy, Anne Rice nickname? That was way too much coincidence to go on.
Well. She hadn't tried to feed on me yet, or even just to kill or capture me as most Reds would do on sight. She was too lifelike for a Black Court vamp, despite the cold hands, and on of the White Court would have tried some sort of emotional whammy on me, which I think I would have noticed.
Also, most Whites tended to frown on such melodramatic nicknames.
Still, I figured it was better safe than sorry. I pulled my mother's silver pentagram to hang outside of my shirt. somehow I doubted I'd run into Richard, so the odds of an uncomfortable explanation being required were pretty slim.
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Well, she was dressed kinda "emo", might as well have a name to match, huh? The house was nearly in sight, and-
Wait. No. Cold hands, pale skin, acting crazy, Anne Rice nickname? That was way too much coincidence to go on.
Well. She hadn't tried to feed on me yet, or even just to kill or capture me as most Reds would do on sight. She was too lifelike for a Black Court vamp, despite the cold hands, and on of the White Court would have tried some sort of emotional whammy on me, which I think I would have noticed.
Also, most Whites tended to frown on such melodramatic nicknames.
Still, I figured it was better safe than sorry. I pulled my mother's silver pentagram to hang outside of my shirt. somehow I doubted I'd run into Richard, so the odds of an uncomfortable explanation being required were pretty slim.