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"You've been very kind to me. Thank you". StClair replied, choosing not to answer the question about food. When she gestured at the bathroom, he was puzzled for a moment, until he remembered she had told him what room it was. "No, um, it's fine, you go ahead." He told her, feeling a bit embarrassed. People hadn't used to discuss such things so openly, back in his day. He kept watching the TV. The talkshow had switched guests, and the discussion was now about politics, which at least sounded just as insane as it always had.

The talk show had ended, and StClair was now watching the evening news. He looked up when Calleiah returned. She was a pretty girl, he thought, it was a shame she chose such ugly clothes. Then again, from what he's seen, almost everyone dressed weird these days. He'd have a lot to learn. "I should get in bed. Goodnight, miss Calleiah." He told her, and left for the room she'd told he could use.

StClair smiled at the joke about bedbugs. There, finally, was something that had improved from the old days. He went to the bedroom, and lay down on the bed. Normally, he'd have been out hunting, but now he knew he had to bide his time, until he figured out more about the new world. If people had little shiny boxes to talk to each other, what did they have in the way of weapons or alarms? He lay down, unable to sleep, just waiting for morning.

StClair smelled the aromas of bacon and eggs. It had been a long time since either of those meant food to him, but it did give him the information that his hostess was awake. He got up and went into the bathroom. Being a vampire, he couldn't see himself in the mirror, so he just borrowed a comb from the bathroom cupboard, ran it through his raven hair and hoped for the best.

Then he went to the kitchen. "Good morning, miss Calleiah." The 'miss' came from long habit, without concsious thought.

StClair smiled. He took a cup and poured some coffee into it. Then he joined her in the living room, pretending to drink from the cup. She'd get suspicious, he thought, if he never ate anything. "Everything is so strange. If I went out, I would have no idea what to do." He admitted. "But you have done more than you had to for me, and if you wish me to be gone on my way, I shall depart."

StClair pretended to sip his coffee. "I was..." He hesitated, then remembered his cover story about the Amish. "I was one of the Amish. I was happy among them. I never ventured into the outside world. But I..." His brain raced, trying to think up a convincing lie. "My mother died. Because my father refused to send for a real doctor from outside. He said that God would heal her if that was God's will. So I got angry with my father, and with God, too. I couldn't live in that place anymore, nor serve that kind of God." He breathed deep, and sighed. "So I left, with not a coin to my name, nor any idea what things were like here among normal people." He pretended to drink coffee again. "My birth is probably recorded, but I have no papers of any kind to prove my identity. I had no idea where my father kept them. As to my age - twenty-six." It was, in a way, not entirely a lie. He had been twenty-six when he became a vampire.

Another Damned Vampire

[Okai, that is fine. I don't really post on the weekends anyhow, and Monday is going to be a busy appointment filled day for us here.]


She tilted her head a bit and her eyes slitted suspiciously. "Isn't it inappropriate to be alone with a female? You seem oddly at easy if you were raised that way." She stood and dumped her dishes into the sink before making herself a second cup up coffee. She stirred the creamer into the inky blackness for a moment before tapping the spoon on the rim and setting it on the counter. "Plus, where is your beard? And you don't really speak like I assume the Amish do." Also, at 26, wouldn't you be married with a tussle of children?"

[I am going to visit family at the beginning of December. It is looking like Dec 4th - 16th. And I do not know if I will have internet.]

Her lips quirked a little bit into a side smile and she climbed to her feet, "Right... I am allowed to ask any question I feel fit, seeing as how this is my home." Gesturing towards him in a general way, Calleiah walked towards the door and slipped into a pair of matching flats. "One more question. Your clothing when I found you wasn't Amish or even southern by any standards. More... I don't know, Victorian perhaps?"