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[miss_ives]

Vanessa had always had sharp instincts, and had long since learned to follow them. That night, as she walked home after dark, there was that odd pinprick on the back of her neck. Someone was watching. And as it lingered, she trusted that she wasn't simply being watched, but actually followed.

Her heart beat a little faster as she picked up the pace, cursing the fact that she was far from any busier street.

London, her home, the city she knew and loved, suddenly felt like a strange, dark, dangerous place. The lampposts felt less efficient than normal, and her steps on the pavement sounded louder than they ought to. She glanced back and saw three men a few yards behind her, hardly more than dark figures, doing nothing to hide themselves.

When she turned into the next street over and they were still following, her mind was made up. She stopped walking and turned around, a forbidding look on her pale features.

The three men slowed their steps but eventually came into clearer view, stopping a few feet from her. They were even paler than her, with sunken, abnormally clear eyes, and they felt wrong to her. Not, she reflected, unlike Mina had.

"What do you want with me?" she demanded.

They shared a look, and the one in the middle replied, "We don't want anything with you. We're not allowed. Our Master, however..."

Their Master. Mina had used that word as well. "Where is he?"

"Do you want to meet him?" the same one offered, stepping slowly nearer Vanessa.


((Feel free to stumble across Vanessa having a chat in a dark street with some vampires, Penny Dreadful style! They'll probably attack you if you try to jump in and get her away from them. Good times!))

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[yves]

Yves only nodded, quietly thankful to hear it. ...He didn't do well with others in his space.

"Bring your tea, I'll show you around upstairs," he offered after a long pause of silence.

[miss_ives]

Vanessa left her jacket where she had dropped it, on the back of a chair, and followed after him, mug in her hands.

[yves]

Yves led the way up a narrow staircase, the wall lined with various degrees dating back to the birth of modern education as they ascended upwards.

The hallways was narrow, much like the rest of the home, but the rooms were generous. Not that Yves showed them all, he only led the way to what turned out to be a guest suite, complete with its own bathroom. The furniture inside was old, but grand, the bed taking over most of the space with its towering canopy and bed curtains. The fabrics were dark and rich, and the walls were papered with elegant baroque looking designs that climbed to the ceiling.

"Will this be alright?" he asked.

[miss_ives]

"It's perfect," Vanessa assured him with a small smile, then looked away to focus back on the room before she might truly acknowledge the fact that he was standing in what was to be her bedroom tonight, barechested. She owed him so much for tonight, and her feelings were too tangled together just then. So she stepped away to run fingertips on one of the bedposts, admiring the furniture.

[yves]

"I should- Um, I should lend you some pyjamas, I suppose. I don't have spares for female guests, or any guests, but I have bottoms with a string to draw them tight, and plenty of shirts. ...Let me fetch some," he decided, turning away and heading down the hall.

His own room looked much like the other, though with less frills. The walls were plain, the sheets lighter in weight, and the bed curtains had been torn down at some point in frustration. It was clean, but cluttered, filled with notebooks and papers, all stacked up on books and more books. There was a computer in the corner, the only thing other than modern lighting to drag the room into the present day.

Mumbling something to himself, he began to dig through the dresser, pulling out a pair of simple black pyjama bottoms, but digging deeper for a sleeping shirt that didn't have a strange stain he'd failed to remove or burn marks from an experiment.

[miss_ives]

Vanessa hesitated to follow him, but when he did not come back, she went to stand in the doorframe of his bedroom, taking a sip of her tea. "A simple shirt would do," she assured him softly. She was shorter and more narrow; it would do quite nicely.

[yves]

"I see," the fae replied, looking down at the clothes in his arms and holding it out in offering. Perhaps he should just let her pick what she thought was best.

[miss_ives]

After a beat, Vanessa stepped into his room, carefully setting her mug down on a steady-looking stack of books. She walked over to him and, to be honest, picked the first shirt of the ones he held out to her. She unfolded it to check its size, and made no remark about the burn marks. "This'll do nicely," she assured him, draping it on her arm.

It wasn't as if she had any intention to walk around his house in her pyjamas, after all.

[yves]

Yves nodded, looking at the other clothes and awkwardly shoving them into the drawer.

"Right, good. ...What now? Am I to feed you? ...Us? I'm not sure how this works. I don't have company often. ...Or ever, really."

[miss_ives]

"Well, I know for a fact that you eat," Vanessa told him with a small smile. She was unused to seeing him so uncertain. "But I don't want to put you out. We could order something?" She wasn't sure how much she would be able to stomach, but the tea she picked up from the stacks of books was helping.

[yves]

"I suppose we can. I prefer going out to eat, but I do have a table to dine at. ...What would you enjoy? Not pizza, I hope." the fae added.

[miss_ives]

"We can go out, if you'd rather," Vanessa offered, after a brief hesitation during which she studied her feelings on the matter.

[yves]

"I think you might be better here, where it's quiet," Yves admitted. "I will order us some Chinese food, if that is alright?"

[miss_ives]

"Of course," Vanessa nodded. "I'll let you get dressed," she added, and turned to head out of his room.

[yves]

Yves had sort of forgotten he wasn't and looked down at himself with a hum. Yes, clothes were a good idea.

He emerged from the bedroom with his phone in hand, dressed in loose trousers and a worn t-shirt- Nothing like his usual look at all. He was positively casual as he placed their order, hanging up the phone and calling out to Vanessa.

"It'll be here in half an hour they said."

[miss_ives]

Vanessa had taken the time to more appropriately freshen up, in the bathroom adjoining her room. She'd washed any remaining blood off carefully, although there was nothing to do for the spatter on her clothes, for now. It was fortunate that she favoured dark colours. She left her hair loose for now, although she meant to tie it back up before eating.

She had then returned downstairs to finish her tea and look around his place - not snoop, truly, but get a better feel for it. She had been rather focused on other matters, earlier. She looked over when he called out to her, and smiled at seeing such a casual look on him. "Thank you."

[yves]

Old habits died hard, and there was always a slight bit of tension that formed in Yves' shoulders at the offer of thanks. It was usually hard to tell, but dressed as he was now, it was a bit more noticeable.

"You're welcome," he said a bit stiffly, forcing what passed for a smile on his lips.

[miss_ives]

While she had not noticed before, despite the number of times she had thanked him that evening, Vanessa certainly did now. Holding her mug in one hand, the fingers of the other resting lightly on it, she turned more fully to him. "Is something wrong?"

[yves]

"No," Yves said honestly, standing up a bit straighter. And there wasn't- His fae blood just didn't like certain words, and while he'd worked hard to rid himself of certain compulsions, it was never gone completely.

"I'll set the table. We'll dine and make an early night of it, hmm? I can speak only for myself, but I'm quite worn down."