Letting rain drops streak down his face, he pulled down his hood and looked up at the sky. He sighed, faintly wondering why it was raining tonight.
"Sir, 'aven't you heard bein' out at night isn't safe?"
He looked at the man who said that. It was the barkeeper, alright. Roughly mid-thirties, dark complected, and smelled as if he drank what the customers couldn't finish. "Don't worry about me, good sir."
"If you say so," the man said solemnly, "but don't say I didn't warn you. They say it's a vampire goin' around."
"I'll be careful. Pleasant evenings to you," he said walking back into the streets. A vampire huh? He knew exactly who spun this story. He wondered why though he hadn't given into his other side since that day... Whatever this is as far as it went. He would have to confront her soon. The only reason why she had been able to get away with this was because she knew him so well. Different scenarios had played in his mind- all ending in the same way. His losing control. Shaking his head he decided that he would ask her in the morning