Matthew took a short stroll about, just to check that the other vampire wasn't lurking anymore; it wasn't like Matthew was in a hurry to go anywhere. There was no sign of the young miscreant, and individual humans were beginning to trickle through the estate as they returned home from work, so he went back to the road and, to his fortune, quickly flagged down a taxi.

Fifteen minutes later, he was home. Home, currently, was a very nice condominium flat, positively a statement in elegance: floor-to-ceiling windows, white and pale blue walls, dark polished wood for flooring; the furniture was steel and glass and pearl-grey leather, while the curtains were dark grey patterned with silver leaves. The place felt lived-in, nonetheless: battered boardgames and books stacked on a set of shelves, a laptop with a few too many things attached to it sitting amid a tangle of wires, cushions piled up on one side of the sofa.

It always felt good to see it.

Even though - or perhaps [i]because[/i] - he knew that it couldn't last forever.

Matthew took a quick shower; he didn't perspire, but he picked up dust and dirt like everyone else did. And then he was at his laptop, firing off messages and reading the news. No strange attacks had been reported, nor any strange deaths. Not that it necessarily meant anything. He was plenty prepared to speculate on what possible outcomes there could have been for the woman - [i]what was it, A, right, her name was Alina[/i] - but unprepared to guess at the probable outcome. Who knew.

Even he had changed, after all.

And then his phone rang.

He glanced at it - unknown number - and picked it up. 

[i]Oh.[/i] "I take it you're home and safe?"
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