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He's on his way home, and he's not bloody, so it hasn't been the best night. Then again, he's in one piece, and he supposes that any night that ends that way is at least halfway decent.

A few blocks from the necropolis he pauses, pulls out the pack of Neil's cigarettes that he'd stolen before heading out, slides one between his lips and flicks his lighter into flame. It's one of the first really cold nights in a while, and he watches as he exhales steam and smoke together into the night air.

He's hunting alone tonight, but more out of convenience than any desire to be so. He slides the machete into its sheath at his back and turns toward the busier streets. If he's calling it an early night, nothing says he can't catch a drink on the way home.

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I stick my finger in my ear and jiggle it, like that might make the ringing go away. It doesn't, of course, but it doesn't make it worse, either.

I look around, peering into the darkness. Part of me kind of hopes some more of those fuckers come out of the shadows because that was fun. Not that I'm into murder or anything...but it was a rush. And it's not like they were people. But then reason takes over and I reluctantly say, "We should probably get out of here, huh?"

I can't hide the disappointment I feel at suggesting that, but it is probably the smart decision.

"Probably." He nudges one of the dust piles with the toe of his boot. It's good that they aren't the kind that leave bodies. Those are always a bit more complicated to deal with.

He grins as he starts walking. "You didn't completely hate that, did you?"

I huff out a laugh and steal one more glance behind me, just to make sure. there's no more. Now that I'm wound up it's not easy to shrug it off. I fumble in my pocket for a fresh cigarette and I spark it to life.

"I didn't hate it, no," I reply and I can't wipe the grin off my face. "I wouldn't go looking for it but...I didn't hate it. I'd do it again."

"Yeah, well, I'm not about to take you out hunting." It's not nearly so much about ability as it is that he's not sure that he wants Preston seeing everything that he does on these nights. Though there's a lot that he's discovered in the last few minutes that he appreciates knowing.

"But it's good to know you got my back if I need you." He considers a moment, then adds, "You should think about getting a gun."

"You think so?" I ask, but the seed's been planted and I start thinking about what kind of gun I could get. "I guess now I get why Neil's armed most of the time. With that knife or whatever. But...the gun didn't really work. I think I was just pissing that vampire off."

"Yeah, but it can still slow it down long enough for you to get away." He fingers the handle of the machete. "If you wanna kill 'em, you gotta take the heads off. Or with some of 'em you can use a wooden stake." He grins. "Just like in the movies."

"I'm not sure I'm up to taking anything's head off," I admit, just being honest. But then I think about it and my lips quirk into a smile around the cigarette before I pluck it from my lips. "I could handle a stake, though. I could do that."

"Takes a strong arm," he points out, but it's not meant to discourage. It might not even be such a bad thing to know. He's not exactly into dragging anyone else into the world he spends a significant amount of his time in, but there's no harm in knowing how to defend yourself.

"Tell you what. You really wanna know how, I'll show you sometime."

"I think I'd like that," I tell him and I can feel the way the corner of my mouth tugs up on the left side. It's kind of exciting, thinking about it.

Maybe if that vampire with those blue eyes ever finds me again I could actually do something about it.

"We should probably get to the bike, huh?" I ask, because even though I want to learn I think it might be smart right now to get the fuck out of Dodge.

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