"But I was your...” I let the
thought die, realizing it was a knock at me. I really was groggy. I
needed
coffee.
Toby stepped inside and stared at my messy home. A crooked smile appeared on his face. “You eat the cleaning lady?"
Choosing not to laugh, I closed the door behind him and walked back into the kitchen. Grabbing a mug from the cabinet, I left it open and hesitantly kept my hand inside. “Coffee?" The Werewolf cocked his head slightly. “At ten at night? Pass.” Toby moved toward the living room. "Your loss,” I said, closing the cabinet. Pulling the pot free, I poured the heady, black liquid into my ceramic mug. A picture of a kitten hanging from a clothesline with a caption that read, “Hang in there, baby,” adorned the side. I thought quickly of breaking the mug and hiding the pieces, but at this point it didn't matter. My image was already ruined the moment Toby saw my apartment. I'm sure he was expecting coffins, bondage equipment, and chains hanging from the walls. Stepping into the living room, I noticed he was sitting on my couch exactly as I had been before. “How are you feeling?” I asked. This was the first time I had seen him in human form since before the raid. He looked well.
"I'm good,” he confirmed. Lifting his shirt, he ran his hand over his athletic chest. Only a few slight red scars remained in the flesh, and even they would be gone before long. “Healers got all of the bullets and the shrapnel. I should heal perfectly."
Sinking down into a wooden chair opposite the couch, I crossed my legs to avert any accidental sightings of my nakedness. “What's up, T?” I asked as I took the first sip of my coffee and winced. The flavor was slightly repulsive. I would have to remember to clean the pot, or buy a new one. "Did you find the ID card?"
I shook my head. “Nope."
Toby snapped his fingers as he thought. “Did you find anything that could help us?" "Not sure,” I said after swallowing down another gulp of the coffee. It wasn't so bad if you ignored the taste. “Whispers from the dead. I don't know what to make of them yet." "Well then,” Toby said, standing up, “It's a good thing I did some research. Get dressed. We're heading to Brimstone."
I didn't move, instead cradled my mug between my hands. “Why?" "You know that Master Vampire you caught the other night?” Toby waited for me to nod. “Guess whose name was listed as the brood's Master that we wiped out?" This time I stood up. “No way. Really?” I paused. “Vlad?” I ran over the information in my head. It all seemed to fit. “How did you get access to the Brimstone databanks?" Toby smiled. He wasn't going to tell.
coffee.
Toby stepped inside and stared at my messy home. A crooked smile appeared on his face. “You eat the cleaning lady?"
Choosing not to laugh, I closed the door behind him and walked back into the kitchen. Grabbing a mug from the cabinet, I left it open and hesitantly kept my hand inside. “Coffee?" The Werewolf cocked his head slightly. “At ten at night? Pass.” Toby moved toward the living room. "Your loss,” I said, closing the cabinet. Pulling the pot free, I poured the heady, black liquid into my ceramic mug. A picture of a kitten hanging from a clothesline with a caption that read, “Hang in there, baby,” adorned the side. I thought quickly of breaking the mug and hiding the pieces, but at this point it didn't matter. My image was already ruined the moment Toby saw my apartment. I'm sure he was expecting coffins, bondage equipment, and chains hanging from the walls. Stepping into the living room, I noticed he was sitting on my couch exactly as I had been before. “How are you feeling?” I asked. This was the first time I had seen him in human form since before the raid. He looked well.
"I'm good,” he confirmed. Lifting his shirt, he ran his hand over his athletic chest. Only a few slight red scars remained in the flesh, and even they would be gone before long. “Healers got all of the bullets and the shrapnel. I should heal perfectly."
Sinking down into a wooden chair opposite the couch, I crossed my legs to avert any accidental sightings of my nakedness. “What's up, T?” I asked as I took the first sip of my coffee and winced. The flavor was slightly repulsive. I would have to remember to clean the pot, or buy a new one. "Did you find the ID card?"
I shook my head. “Nope."
Toby snapped his fingers as he thought. “Did you find anything that could help us?" "Not sure,” I said after swallowing down another gulp of the coffee. It wasn't so bad if you ignored the taste. “Whispers from the dead. I don't know what to make of them yet." "Well then,” Toby said, standing up, “It's a good thing I did some research. Get dressed. We're heading to Brimstone."
I didn't move, instead cradled my mug between my hands. “Why?" "You know that Master Vampire you caught the other night?” Toby waited for me to nod. “Guess whose name was listed as the brood's Master that we wiped out?" This time I stood up. “No way. Really?” I paused. “Vlad?” I ran over the information in my head. It all seemed to fit. “How did you get access to the Brimstone databanks?" Toby smiled. He wasn't going to tell.