Windenburg Central Train Station
He was riding high when he escorted Alice off the train. Higher still when she asked him if he wanted to get something to eat, and then furtively whispered “not for you but for me,” as sims rushed past them.
And his mood continued to soar all the way into the station.
Then he saw Jimena.
Quickly, he pushed Alice towards the restroom. “You must want a moment to refresh yourself after the ride,” he insisted, ignoring her squeak of protest as he opened the door.
As soon as it shut, he turned to face Jimena who smiled like the cat who caught the canary and slid her arms around him with an equally feline grace.
“I missed you on the train,” she purred while he frantically thought about all the possible ways to extract himself from the situation.
Death, he decided, was not off the table.
“It was not a particularly long ride,” he replied, making his voice cold and detached as he pulled away.
Lie. The ride was ten glorious hours! Most of them spent with Alice tucked against his side, her pulse fluttering and calling to his fangs in a way that made him think filthy things. She spoke Ye Olde Simlish for sage’s sake! He didn’t think she’d eat someone’s heart, but she wasn’t disgusted by it. As far as organs went, Vlad preferred them. They were full of warm, delicious plasma and—