Sidor had been delayed- there was a sense of inevitability about it since he'd been desperately entangled with acquiring an appropriate haven. Getting legal access to property without a ghoul, particularly while inconveniently dead and an illegal immigrant to boot, was out of the question for now. Fortunately, being a walking, blood-craving corpse also changed priorities, and the housing market crash had left more than enough abandoned buildings.
He was now the proud squatter of a functionally comfortable basement with a surprisingly sturdy door. It had taken some time to patch up the light leaks, but still. It was satisfying. He'd managed to find a place that was apparently owned by someone who kept it for 'tax purposes'. Whatever those were eluded him, but it also meant it wasn't likely to be demolished while he was dormant.
His eyes moved over the shambolic Moore House. For a moment, he thought of the building as a vampire itself, leeching life out of the ground. Complete with its very own graveyard, as if it was clawing its way out of the dirt to shamble amongst the living buildings around it.
He laughed at himself and walked inside. The shadows settled over his eyes, tugging at his mouth and giving him a phantom, distended grin that wasn't really part of his face.
"A most kind evening to all of you," He said as he closed the door behind him. "I must apologise for my lateness. I am afraid I am still finding my way around the city."
Only two? He thought. Is that all? I have been sent to seek only two? Still... I was guided here for a reason.
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