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[redbirdonglass]

[walking home from the grocery store, arms full with bags and only part-ways paying attention to the world around him as he makes plans for dinner]

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[spoiledchilde]

[Steph follows his path along the rooftops, silent and keeping to the shadows.]

[redbirdonglass]

[utterly fails to notice her. He's not trained like most Tims to pay attention to their surroundings, and he certainly doesn't think to check rooftops for silent predators]

[spoiledchilde]

[There's no particular reason she's going after him, save for the fact that he's Pack. Once he gets to a relatively deserted portion of the city -- she strains her vampire hearing, and can detect no one nearby enough to hear him should he shout -- she leaps down, rattling the fire-escapes and drainpipes as she goes. It's quick, and she melts into the shadows almost before he has a chance to turn around.]

[Fear is one of her favorite flavors...]

[redbirdonglass]

[He looks up at the noise, checking a few places when he notes no one where he thought the source to be. He pauses a moment longer to try and look around before he returns to his walk at a more hurried pace, listening now, for anything]

[centuriesandyet]

[As Tim comes to, he should hear someone talking

[redbirdonglass]

[doesn't awaken with a jolt, but he does freeze when he realize something is very very wrong with his location. He looks around slowly, trying to be discrete about being awake, but his heart rate and breathing speed up with fear]

[centuriesandyet]

[The heartbeat is quite a giveaway -- vampires automatically attune themselves to the sound, after all...]

Good evening, Timothy. [Damian speaks up from across the room, then walks slowly across the room. Whoever he was speaking to, Tim can't see.]

[redbirdonglass]

[slowly sits up, scooting back on the... bedding... as much as he can manage as he tries to see who's talking, or hear something beyond his voice, they may not be at the level of an actual werewolf's but he does have enhanced senses]

Wh-what do you want? [curses, again, the shake of his voice]

[spoiledchilde]

[About an hour after Tim wakes and is fed, Steph goes down to the room where he's being kept. She grins at him.]

[redbirdonglass]

[curled up on his bedding, he looks up at her and shudders a little involuntarily, then looks away, trying to at least fake some sense of calm] So, your turn, then...

[spoiledchilde]

Maybe.

Are you scared?

[redbirdonglass]

[shrugs, pretending nonchalance] I suppose if saying yes makes you feel better.