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Door swings open, a pale girl walks in. New clothes, same blank expression, a book in her hands, the first thing the Fledgling does is check the sign she left, and then move to a seat.

Definitely not by the fireplace or the observation window, both being way too distracting and at times unnerving: a nice booth will do.

The book holds her attention for all of three minutes, before she closes it and focuses on people-watching.

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Teja is sitting by the bar, drinking good wine from a good goblet.

He nods to the young vampire woman when he sees her.

The vampire smiles a bit, nodding back.

She tilts head to the open space in the booth.

An invitation.

Teja picks up his goblet, and wanders over.

"Greetings," he says. "Have you found volunteers yet?"

He has seen her notice.

"Two." A small shrug. "The Rogue seems to have people scared and with wrong ideas."

"I thought so," Teja says, sitting. "It is time he were caught, so all other blood-drinkers may have their peace again."

"At least nobody accused me of being him." The vampire smirks, flashing those cute white teeth. "And those who did donate were very nice about it."

"Who did you get?" Teja asks. "Or is that supposed to be secret?"

"None asked for secret. One was a tall man with a fondness for a small crossbow. The other was a very literal young man." No, it does not help, her mind is too jumbled to give a direct answer.

"I know the tall man with the small crossbow," Teja says. "He has been causing some upset around here; you are welcome to him. Perhaps he will calm down if he has not so much blood inside to heat his temper."

Pause.

"What did the literal young man look like?"

"He tasted very good. Strong, very filling." Yummy.

"Literal-Gospel-Boy looked nervous. He is stuck here and worried about debt. Short hair, a face that seems innocent but a mind that is not. He feels... hmm... a bit like me. But not like me."

Teja chuckles. "Strong and filling," he says. "I must tell those that fear him that vampires find him the equivalent of a simple, straightforward stew with good meat."

Pause.

"The other, though, might he be one to cause trouble? If it is a mortal with a mind like yours?"

Predator, of some sort. One need not be a literal monster to be dangerous.

"The Dark Smiling Demon back in the City of Angels calls good blood rack of lamb, champagne and heroin. I agree."

"Gospel is a round peg in an oval hole." He does not fit right. "He feels... off center, but not spinning to balance."

You can learn a lot from tasting someone.

"One can, it seems, tell much from tasting a man's blood," Teja says.

He knows, as the one drunken from, as once he had a blood-drinker as a lover.

"Recommend Urquhart and his good blood to the other vampires, and he might just be distracted enough to no longer cause trouble. The other, though, I hope will not start acting up."

"Gospel is not dangerous." At least not by her definition of dangerous.

"The Wolf might not appreciate being drank from so much, from others. I've learned my Kiss feels... special."

"Of course it feels special to him; the ordinary holds not much attraction to one as him," Teja says. "But that sort of man often overestimates himself by a fraction, and that is more dangerous than a weakness one knows of, and takes into account. As long as he is busy exploring the sensual pleasures of the multiverse -- of which feeding a vampire is, surely, one of the most potent ones -- he will not cause more trouble for harmless people that I would protect from such wolves."

"But will the Wolf come offer to be fed from again?" That is the question...

"One may only hope so," Teja says. "If he is strong and filling, he's good for you!"

"You make it sound like romance, a dance of hearts instead of a mingling of appetites."

"No," Teja says, smiling one of his very rare smiles. This one is almost nasty. "That is not what I meant it to sound like."

Pause.

"I meant to make him sound like pea soup."

"Hmm, no... he is definitely a very nice rack of lamb. With a good wine." Food.

"And not bad company either."

"Edible company," Teja says, still smiling. "There are definite advantages to being a vampire."

"Even better if the company does not mind being part of the meal as well." The vampire grins. "It has been... less hard than I imagined, to adapt."

Blood, night, being undead.

"Despite the rogue going about," Teja says, "this is a good place for a vampire."

"A place where I don't need to hide." She nods. "Back home I would have been destroyed for revealing myself."

"So you're from a world where the mortals hunt the vampires?" Teja asks.