The vampire watched the streetlights pass by as they drove from her safehouse through Raconteur and onto the freeway to make the short trek over to New Orleans. She listened to Zuriel and slowly smiled, "Small talk is fine. I'll begin."
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She looked over at the strange, asexual being and looked them up and down inquisitively. "You're not a vampire. You don't have the scent. You definitely not human...at least you aren't these days. Tell me what you are and what do I call you?"
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Zuriel
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The Man beside her smiled softly. She was as cunning as they said She was . ?Watching her mind trying to decipher who he was, what he was, what he was about, why he knew her, how connection to The Tempest. It all played out in her beautiful eyes. it was amazing and fascinating to see.
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¡±You are very much correct when you say I am not vampire. Nor and I human. When I am is something that¡¯s older than history itself. Lost to the pages of myths and mystery. Before I answer, tell me why does knowing what I am matter so much to you? Could we not simply stand on the adage that the enemy of my enemy is my friend.¡±
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