I was walking with a ghost

Cordova 
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Sayed enjoyed the city of Cordova. It still wasn't as good as Chicago, but it was comforting in that sort of big city way. He didn't have to worry so much about any sort of problems he might encounter and there was generally something to do, even during the night. For now, the vampire was content in wandering around different parts of the city during his multiple visits during the week. There were a few closed shops along the street he was on, but he paused as he saw a paranormal bookshop.

He chuckled at it and with a small shrug, decided to go inside. If this had been a few years prior, he would've scoffed at it and mumbled about the paranormal not being real, but who knew anymore? He was a vampire. Shifters were real. And there were humans who had some of the powers vampires seemed to get, but who weren't vampires. It'd be a good way to kill time anyway.
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The night was dark and full of -- well, a lot of things, presumably, but customers weren't amongst them. Kat sighed as she leaned on the butt of her wrist, nearly dozing off behind the counter of her empty establishment. The idea of a late-night paranormal bookshop had sounded wonderful in theory, she thought to herself -- but in practice, it made for some lonely nights.

Soon, though, her salvation arrived; a man passed over the threshold of the establishment just a scant moment before she had given up hope on another utterly actionless night. "Ah! Welcome, welcome," she chimed as she gave the man a little wave from her place behind the desk. "You're a lucky man. You're the only one here so you've got run of the place. Let me know if you need anything, yeah?"
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As soon as he entered, he could smell her. He paused momentarily and wondered if he should leave. She was a psychic. Had that blood that made vampires go a little crazy. And he was a little on the peckish side. He shook his head and smiled at her. "Thanks," he said gently. He tried to forget about the smell of psychic for now- he had wanted to peruse the actual shop and see what sort of books they had.

"Seems kind of odd running a paranormal bookstore," he said after a moment, focusing back on the woman. "Have you had many encounters?"
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The woman chuckled. "Yes, well, I'm fond of the 'kind of odd'," she said with a shrug of slender shoulders. "As for encounters -- I'd like to think so, though no one has come out and said it while they were here. It's understandable, though." She gestured vaguely towards the street corner beyond the storefront. "It's dangerous out there -- for paranormal folk and mundane folk alike. Makes sense that people would prefer to play things close to the chest."

Her eyes flared pink. The ghast in the broiler was acting up again. She grumbled inwardly and shooed it away with an angry glance. "Anywho," she said, taking a moment to tap the little tri-fold sign on the front of the counter. Paranormal Safe Place, it read. "We welcome all sorts. This is a place of communion and understanding. At the very least, most people who have come by this place have understood that."
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Sayed listened thoughtfully and nodded as the woman spoke. He still let his eyes sweep over the store, glancing at book titles until he heard the tapping sound and looked back towards the clerk, and then down at the sign she was pointing to. Deciding that conversation would be interesting, he made his way closer to her, trying to ignore her scent.

She seemed to have misunderstood his question, which was fair since he hadn't exactly explained what he meant and rather leapt from "this is an odd place" to "have you had encounters"- of course she probably thought he meant customers. He gave her a smile as he stopped in front of the counter. "And what about yourself? Have you had any experiences with the paranormal?" He always had loved a ghost story.
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Kat flashed the man a wry smile. "Oh, a girl never kisses and tells," she joked, leaning forwards a bit onto her elbows. In truth, she wasn't at liberty to give too much information; for all she knew, this guy was a vampire hunter or some such nonsense. She didn't want to get William into trouble after the (mostly) lovely night she had. Self-consciously, though, a hand moved to her neck -- gently massaging the bruise that he had left there.

"In all honesty, though, I couldn't say. I wouldn't want to betray any confidences, you know?" She offered him a kind, but firm smile. Yes, but I don't want to say more. The message was (at least as far as she was concerned) clear. "Still, I admit -- it has been downright boring around here the past few days. Alas!"
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His eyebrows rose as she spoke. Her answer was curious. He wasn't necessarily the most up to date person, but he knew about all the ghost hunting shows on television. He knew people who told him their own experiences. The fact that she didn't want to tell when everyone else seemed to clamor for attention when it came to their own experiences was interesting. He wondered if her psychic ability had something to do with the paranormal.

A slight chill went up his spine at the thought. He didn't necessarily believe in ghosts, but if he was looking at someone who could do something with them, well, that was rather eye-opening. And someone who cared enough to own a paranormal bookstore had to have their own experiences anyway, it seemed. The woman was very interesting.

And then she mentioned that it had been boring in the store. "Oh really?" he asked, interest piqued again. He was still hungry after all, and maybe a taste of psychic could be fun. "Haven't had many customers?"
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The man seemed skeptical. She didn't mind that, though -- a healthy dose of skepticism was a good thing so long as it didn't drown out one's wonder for the world. Still, most people who came through the bookshop's doors didn't have that problem; the sorts of things kept here tended to attract a very particular clientele. So, too, with this man, it seemed.

"Nah, it's been a slow couple of days," she said with a shrug. "It happens, though. Business tends to pick up around weekends and holidays, and at the moment we have neither. Tomorrow, though? I have high hopes for tomorrow night." She smiled. "Until then, though, I suppose I have the run of the place!"

The ghast in the broiler shrieked; apparently he didn't take kindly to being excluded from his share of the run of the place. Kat really wished he would move on or fuck off.
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So he had picked a good night to come in if he wanted a meal. And the thought of it had him ready to feed. He looked at her with a smile, trying to catch her eyes. His own, the green that they had been, had started to shift to amber. Sayed didn't know if she would realize he was changing a bit, so he hoped his power of suggestion would work this time.

He gave her a wide smile, knowing his fangs wouldn't be too noticeable just yet. He caught her eyes and decided to try the flirty route. "Well, since it's so empty out here, you should close up shop and go somewhere quieter with me." To his astonishment, it actually seemed to work, which thank god, because if it hadn't and he'd been rejected, it would've been massively humiliating.


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#10
Kat find herself feeling rather agreeable, caught up in the moment as she was (though she had a little bit of help via a pair of enchanting vampiric eyes, little did she know). "Well! I don't see why not," she laughed, plucking a key from beneath the lip of the countertop. She twirled the keyring around her index finger, winking to Sayed as she set about the ever exciting task of locking up for the night.

"We could always stay in, too," she added as she stashed a few unused mugs in the cafe portion of the bookshop. "I make a mean whiskey sour, and it would be plenty quiet here. Though I admit, I don't know what your intentions are for the night -- perhaps somewhere else is better." In truth, Kat wasn't sure at all why she had agreed to go with this strange man. It was, by all accounts, a terrible idea. But here she was, ready to ship off to the ends of the earth for the stranger with the dark hair.

At least the ghast had shut up for now. Her eyes had gone dark, distracted by the relative confusion that came with a spur-of-the-moment almost-certainly-bad decision.
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It was always weird to see suggestions work out, and Sayed felt a little bad about it. But his hunger was driving his thoughts and actions. He watched as the woman locked up and looked at the cafe section as she mentioned staying in. "Hm, that sounds good," he murmured about the whiskey sour. And if he were human, it would've been true. Still, he needed her to be away from the windows. "Do you have a back room? That would be better."

He ignored the question about his intentions, since what he had in mind was likely not what she was thinking about.
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Kat grinned and nodded, gesturing towards an oaken door inlaid between a pair of book shelves at the far end of the establishment. "I have just the place," she said with a smile. Satisfied that what needed cleaning the most was taken care of, the woman moved from the cafe and towards the door. She pushed it open and entered inside, gesturing towards Sayed for him to follow.

When he crossed the threshold, he would find himself within a peculiar sort of room.It had no windows, and was illuminated exclusively by a cadre of candles placed upon tall, luminous sticks placed at the four corners of the rhomboid room. They flickered with long-burning flames, and white and purple wax dripped down each side. The room smelled clean and fresh and almost wild -- contributed largely to the philodendron vines that lazily climbed the trellises stationed on either parallel wall.

There were only two pieces of furniture to note in the room. The first, a large chest of drawers drawn in dark brown, carefully finished oak. Each drawer was carefully labeled with some spell component or the other, and the surface was dressed with an elegant altar of lilies and roses arranged around a beautiful silver goblet which sat behind a ruby-handled athame. A long, rectangular table draped in white cloth with royal purple trimming. At its center, a single black-backed deck of cards sat horizontal to the table's front.

"Welcome to where the magic happens," she said with a grin. "This is where I do my readings for customers who are looking for that sort of thing. It's largely a mental exercise, more than anything else -- or so I tell the more squeamish folks. But then, people these days are rather afraid that they might come across an actual witch."

She peered at Sayed as he entered; her eyes glowed a vibrant pink, though it would have been difficult to discern for anyone without low-light vision. This time, her actions were intentional -- she opened her mind, reaching out towards her companion in some attempt to glean his mental state. "So, sir -- what is it you were after tonight? I hope I can be of some assistance."

Telepathy engaged!
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#13
Sayed had seen a lot of odd things during his time as a vampire, but walking into the woman's witch lair, or whatever this was, was new. He eyed the candles wearily from the doorway, unsure if he should really keep trying if this was "the backroom". He'd never seen a vampire catch on fire, but it was his understanding that they all went up pretty quick unless they were really strong.

He'd have to be careful- especially with a psychic- in how he handled things from now on. He looked back to the woman as she spoke, giving her a small smile until she asked him what he was there for. The smile didn't drop from his face, but it did dim a bit. "Well, I thought we could have some fun," he said quietly, though there was no doubt that their ideas of fun were two entirely different things, since he was thinking more about feeding.

He let his smile twist up into a smirk. "Since you're off the clock now."
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That was not the mindscape that Katherine had been expecting. Her eyes, still shining pink, widened with surprise as she stared at Sayed.

He was a vampire.

Or at least, that was the conclusion she had reached; the idea of feeding upon the unsuspecting shopkeeper, which had been ever so present at the forefront of his mind, was fairly incontrovertible as far as evidence to such a fact went. This was a very different dynamic than the one she had developed with William; then, she had been excited. Now, though, she was simply afraid.

She gulped, hard. "Well, this is quite unexpected," she said quietly. "You know, if you had wanted a drink it would have been far more polite to simply ask. This false pretense is rather -- intimidating." She crossed her arms, moving to position herself so that her table was between her and Sayed.

"I've offered my blood to a vampire once before. On that occasion, it was an equitable and pleasant exchange. Is there perhaps a way we can make this one into something simiilar?" Her voice remained largely steady -- but there was a telltale quaver to it that betrayed her nerves. Her eyes remained painted with radioactive hot pink as spirits creeped into the room from beyond the veil, lingering and mocking at the corners of her vision.
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Whatever Sayed had been expecting, the words that fell from the woman's mouth next were definitely something unexpected. He wasn't sure what exactly she was getting at with the drink- he'd said he wanted a drink before. He was about to write her off as crazy when she mentioned offering her blood to a vampire before.

His eyes widened for a second and he was to his feet in a second, putting a chair inbetween himself, the desk, and the woman. He still listened to her words, concerned that she might knock over the candles on him, but gave pause when she asked if they could work out some other sort of deal. He watched her carefully and thought about running out of the door.

But he was hungry, and if she was offering...

"We don't usually go around telling people what we are," he finally said. He could hear the quiver in her voice, so at least she was scared of him while he was scared of her. "I don't try to ever hurt anyone," he tacked on, thinking that maybe her ability was in mind-reading. He was sure he'd heard of that before at least.
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Kat breathed a sigh of relief. That was good, at least; he seemed amicable to a more mutual agreement. "Ah! Well, that's good news, then," she said, visibly relaxing -- though a certain tension still remained. How could it not? This man had invited himself in on the pretense of making her a meal, and unlike the last time it had happened she had been forced to discover the motive herself.

Katherine placed her hands upon the edge of the table, using it as a steadying influence to take a few deep breaths. "Right. Well, if you promise not to bite my head off or leave me in dire need of a transfusion, you're welcome to drink your fill." To say the least, the mood was somewhat ruined; her eyes flared pink as she requested some of those tormenting spirits to at least make themselves useful. The candles extinguished themselves, and a hidden fluorescent light was illuminated in the ceiling courtesy of a switch embedded in the wall.

With a hand, she beckoned the man towards her, turning so that the non-bruised side of her neck faced him. "Do take care, yes? I really don't feel like sporting two vampire hickies." She paused, and then: "...Also -- my name is Kat. May I have something to call you by, or is this to be an anonymous moment of intimacy?"
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As the candles were extinguished and the light turned on, Sayed was sure she was a mind reader. And pretty safe. He, too, started to relax a little more. At the request, he gave a smile. "I promise to do my best." Despite the light-heartedness, it was a real promise. He never knew what might happen- especially since she was a psychic and he'd never had psychic blood before.

She tilted her neck for him and he moved closer to her, fangs already grown due to the promise of blood. His hand gently touched her chin to guide her neck to a straighter position so he could look at the other bite. "I'm Sayed," he said, practically murmuring against her ear as he inspected the other bite she had, not that he could tell who it was or anything. "Who bit you last? And when did it happen?" he asked, voice a little garbled as he tried to talk around his fangs. He could feel himself growing impatient, but if she was being kind by letting him drink, then he wanted to be kind back and make sure everything would be okay for her- especially if the other vampire had recently fed from her.
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"His name was William," she responded simply. She closed her eyes -- both as a means of avoiding the glinting fangs in the man's mouth and as a faulty attempt to shut out the voices of the spirits in the room."He was -- honestly, a real charmer. Salt and pepper hair, brown eyes. And -- oh! He helps run the planetarium up in Magic Hollow." She smiled as she thought of him; compared to the tense uncertainty of this encounter, her time spent with William seemed in retrospect tantamount to the most romantic evening of her life.

Quietly, she chided herself; Be careful, Kat. To this one, you may as well be prey. You're just lucky he was amenable to a deal.

She took several deep breaths, hands placed flat on the table as she attempted to center herself. Still, her heart pounded in her chest. This felt wrong -- or at least, unsafe. "...Ready when you are, I suppose," she breathed quietly.

Maybe she would call William when all of this was said and done. Ask him how she should have handled this. Not that he expected him to give her much help in spotting out his own kind.
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Sayed didn't look her in the eyes as she described this vampire William. Honestly, the vampire sounded incredibly familiar. He didn't know how Beauregard went after his victims, but if he led them to believe that his name was William and was interested in befriending them, then that was his own choice. Sayed did find it curious that there was still the whole "be wary of psychics" thing, yet Beauregard would, himself, indulge in psychics to the point of saying he was the owner of a planetarium (even if it was in a different city), but he was the dominus and he was a more powerful vampire.

There was a small thought at the back of his mind that perhaps he shouldn't drink from the psychic his dominus might be drinking from, but her scent was becoming so overpowering and he was quite hungry. Just a little bit, he told himself. Just a taste. Just to see what it was like, and then maybe find some unsuspecting human to get his fill.

Fangs extended more as he leaned closer to the opposite side of her neck. He could feel that she was tense, and a little bit of him felt bad for this. "It'll be alright," he said quietly in her ear before fangs finally plunged themselves in her neck. The feeding was slow at first, but as the blood finally filled the vampire's mouth, a lot of the logical part of Sayed was gone. The blood was unlike any he'd had before, and he felt as though he would never fully get enough of it.
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This time, the act lacked novelty -- not to mention the intimacy afforded by the wining and dining that William had done. THe man bit down into her neck with a grace ill suited to the amicable exchange that this was supposed to be. Kat winced, her hands clenching at the edges of the table as he began to drink.

Luckily, her telepathy seemed to stay in check for the time being. The world was blissfully silent as Sayed fed upon her. Soon enough it would be over; he would be on his way, and she would be free to not think about this unpleasant little exchange again.

...Except it was going a bit longer than the last one had, wasn't it? She grimaced, a pang of fear traversing through her. "Rather thirsty, eh?" she murmured, irritable. "Do your best not to drain me dry, yeah? I sort of need this stuff to keep -- you know. Alive."
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The more he drank, the more he felt like he was losing control. But the blood seemed so intoxicating and Sayed just wanted to let himself go. Just once, he didn't want to hold back. He felt powerful. The psychic was nothing to him. There was nothing she could do to stop him, or so he thought anyway. He moved closer to her, pressing his body against hers to further pin her against the table.

It sounded as though blood was rushing through his ears as he drank from the psychic, and he needed more. Sayed was well aware of the fact that she was speaking, but he paid no mind to her words. Instead, he just needed more. His nails grew longer and so did his fangs and he pulled away for just a second to look at the psychic. The talking needed to stop. Suggestion had a failure rate, but violence did not. Without much thought, his nails, long and sharp, sliced across her throat and his mouth went back to the blood dripping down her neck.



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He didn't respond -- at least not verbally. Kat moved to push him off, only for him to separate from her. She breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure was relieved; she was feeling a little light-headed, after all, and the slight dizziness made the nagging spirits lurking at the corners of her vision all the more aggravating.

And then he lunged forwards, and the world around her became a living hell.

In an instant, the room danced with shades of distorted greys and whites as the ghosts of the damned flooded into the room from all corners. It was, perhaps, odd that so many spirits would linger in such a place -- but then, the land that Cordova sat upon was far more ancient than Cordova could ever hope to be. And its keepers, whose ultimate fates were to linger upon this threshold forever as eternally damned patrons of the earth itself, seemed eager to beckon Katherine into their macabre, corpuscular chorus.

She tried to shriek in pain, or in fear; it failed, regardless of the motivation. The sensation of warm, seeping liquid on her neck and chest set in a few moments before the actual sense of injury; for a blissful moment, it was like being slowly submerged in something warm and comforting. Her vision blurred, and the demons that clung to the shadows grew bolder in their advance.

They cared not to lurk in the corners of Katherine's vision now; they were far more intrigued by this violent display than anything else that had happened there. As far as the ghosts of the bookshop were concerned, they were finally going to usher in the woman who had so long eluded them; the one who had heard their cries but chosen to ignore them. They found it poetic, in so far as spirits were capable of poetry.

Katherine gripped feebly for something corporeal; she found the hem of Sayed's shirt and tugged hard, but the effort was unsupported by the requisite blood pressure required to exert any meaningful amount of force.

She was going to die here.
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