"Freaks.." she muttered as she stood and glanced around the delapidated cabin. "who the hell collects vampire teeth as trophies.. f*cking freaks.. " She glanced around the room, books piled up on the floor, books on shelves, all dedicated to the supernatural. Swords ,knives, stakes, holy water.. books on angels, werewolves, and other shifters were scattered in between religious volumes. The old priest was standing by the fireplace, his pipe left askance on the mantle, his hands stretched out, trying to catch a bit of the warmth the fire offered. He was painfully slim, his body slightly hunched over, covered in a warm tweed coat. He chuckled as he heard her. "The same freaks that are hunting your kind still.. its best you know their ways so as to not fall prey to them" he said with his slightly raspy voice and ever so faint Romani accent. His dark eyes twinkled as he glanced up at Tess, then his body was wracked by a hard coughing fit, and she was at...
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