((Fun fact! Nyctophobia is the irrational fear of perceived threats or dangers in dark spaces! I suffer this. It sucks.))

His arms were shaking now, sweating slicking and slipping over his palms. There was a drone, a hum that grew and hitched in his ears and he couldn't tell if it was imagination of that thing screaming out in the woods or behind him it sounded like it was right in his ear. The shadows seemed to be creeping on him, touching him. He cast a quick glance behind him, seeing shadows and things moving out past him and in the street. Something seemed to brush past his ear when the door finally clicked.

He practically collapsed when the door creaked open, unaware he had been leaning against it in a desperate attempt to get away. He panted, stumbling before looking up with wild and frantic eyes. It was a man. And by the robes he looked an awful lot like a priest. He cast another glance backward, searching the street frantically. Nothing. He slipped inside, slipping past the other man as gently as he could given his panic (which wasn't very gentle at all), leaning against the wall just on the other side of the door from, trembling and panting and trying not to heave. His hand was gripping his shirt, just over his heart, the organ thumping wildly and painfully in his rib cage.

"S-s-sorry sorry f-fuck 'm sorry shit shit," he started to hiss, voice barely above a whisper. He was starting to calm now, his mindless fear no longer clouding his mind. It was more fogging it up now. He cast another glance at the door, thought he saw something slink past somewhere in the dark, a looked away, biting his lip. "Sorry sorry..."

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Audrey hummed inside the all too loud house, her nostrils flaring periodically. It was here. She knew it. She could smell that much. Though to be honest she could barely smell anything over the dead stink of vampire. It permeated every bit of this house and, to be honest, she had debated even entering at all. If anything she was not going to be caught by this house's owner or his dead friends.

But she wouldn't desert the chance to get what she wanted. What she needed. She was standing absently in what felt like a hallway, the kitchen on one side and what may be a sitting room on the other? She couldn't tell. She absently swirled the beer in her hand, sipping it only every now and then. Lite. Not really her cup but if the vampire was that cheap oh well. No skin off her nose. She continued her scanning and scenting, turning to absently wander into the kitchen.