Later that evening, after Victoria had helped her drunken mother to her bed and tucked her in, she headed out of the mansion in search of answers. She adorned a long black cloak with red velvet lining and propped the hood over her long curls. She knew the dangers out there for a woman in the night, that’s why she brandished her father’s dagger in the top of her knee high riding boot. It was supposedly blessed with holy water and made of pure silver. A true vampire hunter’s weapon. But she had not yet located his gun. The killer possibly stole it from his corpse. 

The only lead she had right now was a former comrade of his - Gerald Alabaster from his journals. Gerald had apparently saved his life a few times. The way she figured, was she owed this man in her father’s name. Apparently he frequented taverns on the lookout for any vampire hunters preying on innocent drunk victims. 

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So she ventured out in search of this man and the first local tavern she came across was The Black Bull. As she entered, as a Lady on her own, this was considered most strange so the tavern fell silent and the patrons stared at her as she wandered in off the street. She kept her hood up as she felt a thousand eyes pierce her soul as she walked up to the bar counter. She placed her hands neatly on the counter, it felt slightly sticky from the dried spilt ale. 

“What can I get ye?” The bar tender asked as he threw his towel over his shoulder.

“I’m…looking for someone.” She nervously expressed. She didn’t usually go anywhere without her father. Now he was no longer around, she had to fend for herself.

“A client of yours?” He presumed she was a lady of the night here to meet her client for the evening. Victoria blinked at him, he didn’t know what he meant by this, being unused to the talk of the commoners. 

“N-no I don’t have any ‘clients’?” She responded with a slightly puzzled expression. “I’m looking for a man called Gerald Alabaster. I hear he drinks in these here parts. He was a friend of my father.”

“Oh ol’ Gerry! Can’t say I’ve seen him around much lately.” The barkeep revealed to the disheartened Lady. He apologised and offered her a drink of wine, to which she nodded with a sigh. 

As the barkeep prepared her drink, a male of brown scruffy hair and brown eyes pulled up next to her. “Hey Lady, lookin’ fer a man to keep you company tonight?” He asked with a wide grin and placed his hand on her rather plump rear. She glared at him from under her hood. “If you wish to keep that hand. I suggest you [i]remove it[/i].”