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3 months earlier
Garen stepped out of the coach, walking stick in hand. He was a gentleman by all appearances. His hat was firmly in place, his hair neatly groomed, barely a speck of dust from his travels on his coat or trousers. Even his shoes sparkled from a recent polish and the crystal at the top of the cane gleamed in the sunlight. As the women of the coach stop turned and gazed appreciatively, they had the faintest notion of familiarity where he was concerned. Dismissing it, they returned to their ordinary, dependably boring lives.
Garen smiled. It was good to be home.
Home. An odd image at this point, Garen thought.
Technically, Kurstead was his home. He'd been born here to the local nobility. It was here that the change had happened; here that he'd been reborn into the creature he was now. A smug grin appeared on his face. Aye, the creature he was. Taking a deep breath, Garen noted no presence of what had made him, no presence of a vampire for miles. What he could sense, what he could actually taste was the fear. Their fear. Though the night dwelling race had attacked him, had claimed him
Garen stepped out of the coach, walking stick in hand. He was a gentleman by all appearances. His hat was firmly in place, his hair neatly groomed, barely a speck of dust from his travels on his coat or trousers. Even his shoes sparkled from a recent polish and the crystal at the top of the cane gleamed in the sunlight. As the women of the coach stop turned and gazed appreciatively, they had the faintest notion of familiarity where he was concerned. Dismissing it, they returned to their ordinary, dependably boring lives.
Garen smiled. It was good to be home.
Home. An odd image at this point, Garen thought.
Technically, Kurstead was his home. He'd been born here to the local nobility. It was here that the change had happened; here that he'd been reborn into the creature he was now. A smug grin appeared on his face. Aye, the creature he was. Taking a deep breath, Garen noted no presence of what had made him, no presence of a vampire for miles. What he could sense, what he could actually taste was the fear. Their fear. Though the night dwelling race had attacked him, had claimed him