Pleasant walk in the woods

[all_too_familiar]

Blair has gotten neater with his hunting. Comes with hunting so much. He regularly drinks until he feels like he'd ooze blood if poked with something sufficiently sharp - his sister will be safe from him. She'll be a vampire eventually, but until then, frequent and gluttonous hunting trips.

He's just had one such trip, and feels vaguely sloshy. Despite this, his clothes are in perfect condition. Good job, Blair, you've learned tablemanners. Back home he goes.

Comments

[willfindout]

"Aimed?"

[all_too_familiar]

"I have reason to suspect that if you were dropped on almost anyone else, you'd, uh, just be dead now. An ordinary human wouldn't have been able to save you, even if you'd been dropped directly in a hospital, and most vampires in the world wouldn't see any reason to turn you. Too much trouble. I can think of exactly one group of vampires that might. Maybe two. And instead of being dropped near me where I could sense you easily with vampire senses - say, a mile - you appeared ten feet in front of me. On a global scale, that's enormously specific, especially when you take in everything else."

[willfindout]

"Without knowing anything about how I came to be here, it's hard to say what is and isn't likely," she says.

[all_too_familiar]

"True. And I'm not saying it definitely is what happened. Just - it is at such a level of convenience that I'm a little concerned." Pause. "Because I'm sometimes a bit paranoid."