Bones knelt next to the unconscious woman on the ground, checking quickly for injuries, then cursed.
A long, thin line welled on her throat, not deep enough to kill her but not a mere scratch, either. He sliced his first two fingers on a fang and carefully dripped blood onto the cut, watching it heal. Then he opened his wrist and pressed it to her mouth, pleased when she swallowed a few times.
"There luv, you'll be right as rain in a moment," he murmured as she started to stir.
As he expected, she jumped back from him when she opened her eyes and saw him, but he smiled placatingly. "I won't hurt you. Just look into my eyes," he said.
"No. You keep your hypnotism to yourself, Vampire." She said in French accented English. "I know what you are and what you can do."
"Oh?" Bones said, cocking his head at her. "Do you belong to someone?"
She snorted but didn't answer.
"All right. Well, those blokes won't be bothering you again. Shouldn't be out in the dark though. You know the sort that are around nowadays." His tone left no doubt over his feeling towards the German invaders.
"This is my street. I have to work it when my customers are here."
Bones' brows went up. "You're a whore?" He patted the air in front of him at her hard, defiant glare. "Nothing against them, luv. Used to be one myself, in fact."
That got one of her brows to hitch.
He gave her a lewd little grin. "Best in London according to the high born ladies for a while," he said. "But back to the business at hand. They weren't customers, I take it."
She shook her head. "No. Wanted a fuck for free."
He grunted. "Cheap bastards." Then he held a hand out to her. "Come on, and tell me how you about us."
She looked at his hand with suspicion for a moment before she accepted it and let him help her to her feet.
"I'm Bones, luv. And you are?"
"Ancille."
