10-18-2013, 05:55 PM
Kasimir let Varten lead him where he would, through the house, out of it. He trusted the vampire not to get him killed. Perhaps that was foolish but Kasimir knew not all of them were bad, just from his association with Alistair. Even though the silver haired vampire refused to find any good in his blood drinking brethren. Kasimir glanced over his shoulder, briefly wondering where Alistair was and if he was alright. That was stupid, of course the silver haired vampire was alright. A sudden noise caused Kasimir to jump slightly and squeeze Varten's hand. A gun shot. Somewhere from the front of the house it sounded like, and hadn't there been the sound of sirens just a little bit before that? Cops. Kasimir hated cops. "Do you know somewhere safe we can go?"
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