I do not own Hanna is Not a Boy's Name
I do own the vaguely magical-but-not-really stalker girl
Prompt: Setting Up
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The little weakignorantchild vampire is cute, like how broken glass is cute. All sharp pointy edges and no substance what so ever. His name is Conard Achenleck. His sire is Adelaide. That is what the creatures told her, the day before. At least she is pretty sure it was yesterday.
The weather is rather nice, all brightbrightburningme sunny and blue skies with soft wispy clouds. Her little friends hate this weather, hiding inside the folds of her coat and the half-tamed mess of her hair.
The little vampire isn't out right now, not with the sun burning so brightly. That is fine, she is really just here to find his home and check it out.
It is a nice place, plenty of places for her little friends to hide themselves. While she can't actually enter the building, the overwhelming amount of life causing her head to ohgodhurtshurtskillmeplease pound, her little friends can and will.
As soon as all her little creatures wriggle their way into the shiny new flithydisgustperversion building she leaves. The walk back home is slow, as she needs to stop and rest every few minutes. She is really out of shape. But then again her fatigue is probably due to the number of warm living bodies moving past, or something like that.
Her home is a welcome relief from the annoying buzz of life that surrounded her in the city. Settling down at her room window she waits for the sun to set.
The little creatures have lots of things to tell her, like how Achenleck has lots of nice clothing and that he is really weak and pale when he sleeps and how he only has one fang. That startles a giggle out of her. Then she blinks, when was the last time she laughed? A day ago? Or a couple years ago? It doesn't matter much.
That night, sometime later, when Achenleck goes out, she had one of her friends follow him. She is disappointed to find that he isn't going to meet up with the strange dead boy and the zombie thing, but just picking up some blood. That poor pale shade is nothing like a true vampire, slowly the idea of taking Achenleck apart comes to her mind, will he die just like a human if she does?
It is lucky that Conrad is so new to his powers, otherwise he might have found her little creature as it crept after him. That would be a pity, because he might kill it and she would have to find a new host for her child. Where the creatures her children?
No, she had no children, did she? A flicker of movement distracted her from her musing, Ples had come back home from his weekly liquor run. For once she ignore him, preferring to examine her new object of fascination. When she wasn't looking the sun has risen again and Conrad is asleep in his apartment. Time doesn't travel that fast does it?
It doesn't matter, since nothing happens while Conrad is asleep, she returns to staring at Ples Tibenoch's door, hoping idly that something interesting will happen.
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Bleh, Zombie next. Probably. Or something.