Christine had always meant to take self defense classes. She'd always meant to take kickboxing lessons. There had always been things she'd made plans for but always put off for one reason or another. Now as she stares at his back she realizes what waiting gets her. All she can do is follow. He'd said he was a servant, right? Something like that. That guy was his master. So this one is probably not a vampire whose eyes she can burn out.
"So we're... what? Prisoners? Slaves?" She gives the place a critical eye. "This place looks like a fancy hotel."
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Date: 2020-12-09 08:34 pm (UTC)"So we're... what? Prisoners? Slaves?" She gives the place a critical eye. "This place looks like a fancy hotel."