monsieur-jean-valjean: "Don't go!"“M-Monsieur?”, the vampire replied in a whisper, turned back to see the old man looking at him. The room was quiet and still, the only sound was the old ticking sound from the old clock.
“… What are you doing here? You can’t be in here… I can harm you anytime now…”
“Hmmmm… No, I think she needs you, Monsieur, that’s all.”
The vampire closed the door and started driving, heading to the abandoned warehouse the werewolf always goes when he was in his anger.
The silence is filling up between them, the snow falling down on the windshield.
“… would you want to hear what’s happening right now, Monsieur?”
The man had been watching Snowdrop nibble on his finger when he heard the vampire’s question. “I suppose it would be best for me to know the whole story now that I’m a part of it,” he replied softly.
“It’s just that… I don’t how to begin with this…”, the vampire answered, trying to find his words. He was keeping his eyes on the road, his hand on Snowdrop’s little belly.
“This is getting much worse for all of us if we don’t know what Dahlia is doing. I need to call Aly and tell her what’s going on.”
He got his phone and pressed the button, calling his friend as he placed the phone near his ear.
