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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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"Not if they really love you," Teja says.

Hopeless romantic that he is.

"Or they might just decide I am a demon." She gives a smirk. "I am a walking corpse. "Dead, kept going by stolen life."

"You can never risk giving them the choice," Teja says, quietly.

"No, I can not."

"Maybe I will find someone else who wants to share eternity with me."

"Yes," Teja says. "So did I, in this place. But they are not who you used to have. Someone new is new."

She falls silent, gaze turning vacant for a while.

Remembering something.

"Yes?" Teja says, gently.

"Wondering. Thinking. Pondering. Of a saintly morsel, a little angel."

"Yes?" Teja says. "Who?"

"I found her slipping into the cold dark abyss and cured her flesh with a gift of red vitriol. She will live stronger for a while, then become like she was before again."

"Your blood saves lives?" Teja asks, interested.

"A mortal fed vampire blood remains mortal; but stops aging, becomes stronger, and heals wounds faster." She is quoting, yes. "More than mortal but still mortal and human."

"But the effect wears off?" Teja asks.

"After a month, I was told, unless the mortal is fed vampire blood again."

"It is a great gift," Teja says. "How odd that men will hunt those that can provide it."

"First, they don't know. Second, they don't care."

"Men in your world are stupid," Teja states, blankly.

"But how they would know, at all?" The Fledgling tilts head. "Who goes around drinking the blood of enemies... besides the Kindred?"

"And if they knew, I'm sure they would strap us down and milk us dry over and over to have eternal life."

Teja is silent, considering what she said, and what he has heard before.

"You might be right," he says, quietly.

"Captive and starved for eternity." Not what she would want for her neverending life.

Teja shudders: - this is truly gruesome to think of!

"So, the Masquerade." Keeping their secrets is good, knowing how humanity would react to learning them.

"Indeed," Teja says, with a sigh.

The Fledgling reaches to pat his arm with her cool hand.

It is a bit chilly night in Santa Monica. "You do not worry about it. We are not going to tell humans about the things vampire blood does."

"Good," Teja says.