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Curiousity Kills Cats 1

Title: Curiousity Kills Cats 1
Characters: Gavin, George (NPC bartender), Virginia
Time: 21 Jan, Near Midnight
Location: One Eyed Eddies, the docks and streets of Crescent Isle


One Eyed Eddies, a bar right on the waterfront, was quiet for a weekday night. George, the owner and bartender, had a little extra time to mingle and talk with his regulars. One in particular had been more regular lately.

"You go out today?" George asked, inquiring about whether he had taken his boat out on a fishing run. George was really wondering if Gavin would settle the tab he had been running. Gavin was captain and owner of the Glastonbury Tor, a fishing boat that catered to the Crescent Isle tourist trade.

Gavin looked up from his drink. He had switched from the dark rum of the last few nights to Killians Red, a detail that had not gone unnoticed by George. "Yea, first time in days."

"Time heals, glad to have you back with the living." He patted the shorter Celt on the shoulder, "You'll get over her."

"I always do." Gavin smiled back, remembering far more recoveries than his appearance would suggest.

"Don't we all," George replied, walking away. Gavin smiled into the dark red ale, his blue eyes twinkled under his tousled red hair, making him look impish. He finished his drink and dropped an extra couple of dollars on the table, tips from the days run. Stepping into the air of the tropical night, he whistled a little tune as he strolled towards the G'Tor.

The wavelets of the harbor tapped lightly on the old fishing boat, the G'Tor seemed quietly happy to have been out that day. Gavin boarded her, gathered his duffel bag from the little cabin, and stepped back onto the deck. He ran his hand along the gunwale as if stroking a lover. "Thank you for being there, lass, see you in the morning," he said to the boat. The G'Tor seemed to understand. He checked the moorings and headed up the dock towards the flat he knew would be dark and lonely.

***

Virginia lurked in the shadows, as she often did. She was revisiting the boat where she had gotten sick after ambushing a fisherman, a rather disconcerting feeling that she hadn't felt in over a century. It was the second time she had returned, but the last time she hadn't been able to get as close. The movement on board the boat made her slip further into the shadows.

Coming off the boat was the fisherman she had fed from, who should by all rights be dead. She had felt his heart stop. She waited for him to pass, then followed him up the street to a small apartment building. There were only seven units, and the vampress followed her 'prey' to the sixth one and watched him enter.

She watched the closed door for a while, confused and curious. She almost knocked and demanded to know what he was, that he could survive a total drain.

Almost. Virginia was young for a vampress, but she wasn't stupid. Draining a victim was murder.

She got the man's name from the mailbox of number six, G.Draegun. There was another name under it that had been crossed out, which explained to her why he had been sleeping on the boat when she had fed from him. Virginia wandered back to the docks, her mind fitting pieces together. This was the most fun she had experienced in several decades, a mystery.

She returned to his boat, the Glastonbury Tor, thinking it an unusual name for a fishing boat. The vampress wandered around the boat, touching little and disturbing nothing. Finding little to sate her growing curiousity, she headed up the dock to the tavern he had come from, a place called One Eyed Eddies.

The bar wasn't the kind of place for ladies, it was rather rough and looked seedy, but in spite of her appearance Virginia was no lady. She stepped through the door and looked around.

Fishing nets hung on the walls as decoration, and the tables were hatch covers. Thirty years ago it would have passed for a tourist place with a nautical theme. Now it was the real thing, a dockside dive. The few people in the place grew quiet as she entered. Virginia stepped up to the bar and looked at the hand painted price list, surprised to see bloodwine on it. The bartender came over to her. "What'll it be, my lady?" he asked with a heavy, but false, accent.

At first the words didn't come to her. Marie, her mistress, did most of the talking for her. It was a control thing with Marie. Finally she managed to say, "Bloodwine, please."

The bartender's eye raised slightly, but he filled the order and she paid her tab. "And what's a lovely vampress like yourself doing in this dive?" George asked her.

"Looking for a captain I know named Draegun, you know him?" Virginia sipped her drink. The plasma was a little old, but it was warm, sweet, and intoxicating. In her century and a half as a vampress she had rarely imbibed.

George smiled, a little dissappointed. Ah well, Gavin needed a lady worse than himself. Gavin did have a way with the ladies. "Oh, aye, Gavin, good fellow. His boat is docked just down the way, you just missed him."

"Oh, damn," Virginia feinged. She filed the name Gavin away with everything else. "Is he a regular?"

"Oh, yes. More so since his girl left him, but he's recovering," George hinted, hoping that Gavin would appreciate the help.

Virginia smiled, taking care not to display her fangs, and flashed her dark brown eyes at the bartender. "Perhaps I too will become a regular."

"I'll have some fresher stock tomorrow night," George said, indicating her drink. "I imagine that's a little gamey."

"A little, but it's not too bad," she replied with a giggle. The vampress finished her wine. "Tomorrow night, then."

"Right after dusk," he offered.

"Thank you." Virginia winked, turned, and slipped into the night as only a vampire could. George just watched her fluid motions and thought what a lucky man Gavin was.

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