[ Trevor has committed the sketch of Godric to memory, with no such image of the more violent vampire to reference. He scans every face he passes in the city just in case, a small newly carved wooden blade in his pocket. It had been luck to find a fallen branch in one of the gardens.
Imagine his surprise when he recognizes the face not in a dark alley on his way back from the bar, but in the Safehouse. He's sitting placidly on one of the cots, motionless and impossibly pale. It's a wonder Trevor hasn't spotted him before, but the place is awfully crowded these days.
He walks directly up to Godric, who appears younger than him but Trevor knows that is a lie. The creature is likely ancient. ]
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Imagine his surprise when he recognizes the face not in a dark alley on his way back from the bar, but in the Safehouse. He's sitting placidly on one of the cots, motionless and impossibly pale. It's a wonder Trevor hasn't spotted him before, but the place is awfully crowded these days.
He walks directly up to Godric, who appears younger than him but Trevor knows that is a lie. The creature is likely ancient. ]
Vampire.