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A young-looking girl walked down the cold, dark street. She was wearing a hooded cloak and a pair of black riding pants and a black shirt. She reached into the pocket of her cloak and pulled out an address. "One eighty-three North Beork Avenue." She read softly to herself.
This street had been known for a place for feeding Vampires to come, which did happen to freak the girl out a bit, but not enough to make her turn back. She had had her run-ins with death before, so this was almost nothing.
She looked the house numbers over for number 183. When she found it, she looked it over for just a hint of life. None was found. She knocked with the big brass knocker on the door. Almost immediately, someone answered.
"Good evening, Miss," he said. She assumed, by the way he as dressed, that he was not the head of the house.
"I am looking for a Sir William Morgan," she said.
"Master William will be down soon. Please, make yourself comfortable, " he told her. She thanked him as he turned away. Although she had basically been invited in, she stayed outside and sat herself on the bench. When the man arrived, she had to say something for him to notice her beneath her cloak.
"Good evening," she said, her voice quite calm.
"And you are...?" he asked, his voice not so calm.
"Valerie Lendon, but you may call me Val," she said, reaching to shake his hand. Instead, he took her hand and did something that made Valerie say "Sir! I find that gesture quite offensive." At that, he dropped her hand and apologized.
"Would - would you like to come in?" He asked nervously. Although Val thought William Morgan handsome, he was certainly no Prince Charming.
"What I have to say will only take a moment," she said. Seeing the horrified look upon his face made her quickly add "But there is no need to think me a Vampire." Relief took over his face at that. "I was sent by way of Mr. Van Helsing, but he has long since passed. On another note, he has asked me to take over in his space and put together a most infamous team. I have been called here to ask you to join."
His answer was almost immediate: "Yes. Where hall we meet?"
"The old Valerious Manor. How soon can you be there?"
"In Two days' time."
Even though they both knew that two days was a long ride, it would also be the best time. "If I am not there when you arrive, Megganne will assist you in all ways possible. And please, make yourself comfortable."
"Wait, you won't be there? Why not?" he asked.
"I never said that I wouldn't be that, Sir. What I said was IF I wasn't there. I still have members to recruit. I will see you two days. G'bye, Mr. Morgan." With that said, she turned to find her horse at the end of the street.
A young-looking girl walked down the cold, dark street. She was wearing a hooded cloak and a pair of black riding pants and a black shirt. She reached into the pocket of her cloak and pulled out an address. "One eighty-three North Beork Avenue." She read softly to herself.
This street had been known for a place for feeding Vampires to come, which did happen to freak the girl out a bit, but not enough to make her turn back. She had had her run-ins with death before, so this was almost nothing.
She looked the house numbers over for number 183. When she found it, she looked it over for just a hint of life. None was found. She knocked with the big brass knocker on the door. Almost immediately, someone answered.
"Good evening, Miss," he said. She assumed, by the way he as dressed, that he was not the head of the house.
"I am looking for a Sir William Morgan," she said.
"Master William will be down soon. Please, make yourself comfortable, " he told her. She thanked him as he turned away. Although she had basically been invited in, she stayed outside and sat herself on the bench. When the man arrived, she had to say something for him to notice her beneath her cloak.
"Good evening," she said, her voice quite calm.
"And you are...?" he asked, his voice not so calm.
"Valerie Lendon, but you may call me Val," she said, reaching to shake his hand. Instead, he took her hand and did something that made Valerie say "Sir! I find that gesture quite offensive." At that, he dropped her hand and apologized.
"Would - would you like to come in?" He asked nervously. Although Val thought William Morgan handsome, he was certainly no Prince Charming.
"What I have to say will only take a moment," she said. Seeing the horrified look upon his face made her quickly add "But there is no need to think me a Vampire." Relief took over his face at that. "I was sent by way of Mr. Van Helsing, but he has long since passed. On another note, he has asked me to take over in his space and put together a most infamous team. I have been called here to ask you to join."
His answer was almost immediate: "Yes. Where hall we meet?"
"The old Valerious Manor. How soon can you be there?"
"In Two days' time."
Even though they both knew that two days was a long ride, it would also be the best time. "If I am not there when you arrive, Megganne will assist you in all ways possible. And please, make yourself comfortable."
"Wait, you won't be there? Why not?" he asked.
"I never said that I wouldn't be that, Sir. What I said was IF I wasn't there. I still have members to recruit. I will see you two days. G'bye, Mr. Morgan." With that said, she turned to find her horse at the end of the street.