The town of San Creado is not so much decrepit as it is halfway abandoned. Those who live here don't really actively contribute to the upkeep of buildings and structures, but at least they try to make sure that there are still livable spaces scattered around, even if they're hard to find. Sometimes Catheryn chances past a squabble for a place to rest, usually werewolves fighting over some twisted version of territory, but she's never had to fight someone for somewhere to stay.
The vampires in San Creado aren't usually disturbed by the others who live here, if only because they exude some sort of aura, a vibe that says don't mess with them. If there were less of them, then Catheryn thinks they'd be challenged more. As it is, they're mostly left alone, and she's absolutely okay with that.
When the sun starts to dip below the horizon, she sets aside her knitting needles and the ball of yarn she'd been working with, standing up to stretch before crossing to the window of her bedroom and vaulting out smoothly, landing on the ground with a quiet huff.
The house she's claimed for herself, and therefore the rest of the Vamp Gang Gang, sits near the boardwalk that leads to the beach, and she often enters and exits through her second floor bedroom window, because going through the front door means having to go past the kitchen, where questionable things are often happening. Alex and Rialto always seem to find something to fight about, and Catheryn would rather not be present at one of their arguments.
Today, it's quiet when she leaves, and for that she's grateful. The nice feeling, however, quickly dissipates when she rounds a corner and spots not one, but two of the other vampires who currently reside in the town. The fact that it's Alex and Rialto just proves that the universe just isn't looking out for her today.
Catheryn glides smoothly up to the both of them, raising a single eyebrow at the new girl they're surrounding. Huh, it's a human. They don't get many of those this late into the evening, tourists come and go but mostly in the afternoon, when the sun is blazing hot and there isn't the creeping uncertainty of darkness to make them question whether or not the town truly is haunted.
"She's in town for three minutes and already you're bothering her," Catheryn intones, allowing her pale blue gaze to bounce between Rialto and Alex before finally settling on Antonia. Hmm, she doesn't seem too afraid, perhaps humans have become more durable since Catheryn last came into contact with them.
The vampires in San Creado aren't usually disturbed by the others who live here, if only because they exude some sort of aura, a vibe that says don't mess with them. If there were less of them, then Catheryn thinks they'd be challenged more. As it is, they're mostly left alone, and she's absolutely okay with that.
When the sun starts to dip below the horizon, she sets aside her knitting needles and the ball of yarn she'd been working with, standing up to stretch before crossing to the window of her bedroom and vaulting out smoothly, landing on the ground with a quiet huff.
The house she's claimed for herself, and therefore the rest of the Vamp Gang Gang, sits near the boardwalk that leads to the beach, and she often enters and exits through her second floor bedroom window, because going through the front door means having to go past the kitchen, where questionable things are often happening. Alex and Rialto always seem to find something to fight about, and Catheryn would rather not be present at one of their arguments.
Today, it's quiet when she leaves, and for that she's grateful. The nice feeling, however, quickly dissipates when she rounds a corner and spots not one, but two of the other vampires who currently reside in the town. The fact that it's Alex and Rialto just proves that the universe just isn't looking out for her today.
Catheryn glides smoothly up to the both of them, raising a single eyebrow at the new girl they're surrounding. Huh, it's a human. They don't get many of those this late into the evening, tourists come and go but mostly in the afternoon, when the sun is blazing hot and there isn't the creeping uncertainty of darkness to make them question whether or not the town truly is haunted.
"She's in town for three minutes and already you're bothering her," Catheryn intones, allowing her pale blue gaze to bounce between Rialto and Alex before finally settling on Antonia. Hmm, she doesn't seem too afraid, perhaps humans have become more durable since Catheryn last came into contact with them.
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