Kerr was sure to leave his home within the hour of the sun setting the night after he met Mandy Lynn for the first time. He went directly to Risk and didn\'t waste time gaining some fresh food (plus, his heightened awareness of her had worn off and he was more open to drinking from the first clean throat that was tilted towards him, even though it was male), getting back to his abode with a less-than-reputable blood donor for the demon bitches he lived with, in under two hours.
He was in two minds as he walked the handsomely-paid companion back to his house and introduced him to the freaks - well, threw him to them and left him to fend for himself, anyway. He was surprised by the fact that his obsession with finding Sawyl had abated to the degree that he could actually think coherently about something (someone) else, and he was taken with the memory of her cute idiosyncrasies. It was a nice thing, to have someone to look forward to spending time with, after so long interacting with the same three people (and two of them were barely people, in his opinion).
After delivering the twins their meal, he’d gone to have a shower and taken care to dress in what he believed to be a more modern manner. Unfortunately, before he got a chance to leave the house again, everything fell apart.
For a start, Meinwen and Dai had ‘difficulty’ with their presented dinner – they played with it too long and the little mouse went quite psychotic in its fear and sprinted away. Kerr had had to follow the trickling trail of blood from their suite - along every expensive Persian rug and silk runner he owned, it seemed - only to find a bloodless corpse curled into a panicked ball in a closet in one of the unused bedrooms. With a sigh and some indelicate mental screams at the women, he’d hauled the body out and taken it to the basement, where a happy fire roared in the furnace. With no emotion other than resentment at having to clean up after their ineptitude yet again running through him, he’d removed his money from the offending cadaver and tossed it carelessly into the blaze.
Upon entering the kitchen from the basement stairs, however, he found that he’d got a small but noticeable drop of blood on his violet dress shirt. He began cursing the bitches anew, this time verbally. It didn’t help when he could hear their cackles of laughter chasing out to him. Then, just after he’d got the shirt off and was storming through the lounge in an escalating temper, Sawyl had walked in the front door and calmly closed it behind himself. Just like that. The timing was impeccable, it couldn’t have been staged any better if there’d been rehearsals; Kerr swooped past at the exact moment that the latch clicked home and Wyl turned around.
He came to a dead stop, staring at the innocent blue eyes blinking serenely up at him, taking in the humble pose of chubby hands clenched before his crotch and feet wriggling as if nervous. It had to be an act, of course, and Kerr knew that he was being played, but his long dead heart did a joyful somersault of its own accord nevertheless. He was mesmerised by his dearest love, standing right before him after a week of nothing. There’d been no note and no reason for Kerr to not think the worst, but a good deal of what passed for his soul lifted in that instant, when he saw the child vampire was still in existence.
“Where have you been?” he snarled, allowing all the distress and fury to spill forth in one blazingly short sentence, the bloody shirt crumpled in a ball in his right hand, his bare torso and left hand clenched so that all his muscles showed tautly.
Sawyl blinked a couple more times as he looked his guardian over, admiring the bold tattoos that covered his upper arms and chest as if seeing them for the first time (it had probably been a month or so since he had, in truth) but made wary by Kerr’s obviously foul temper. “I’ve had an adventure,” he stated in his sweet voice, “but I’m home now. Would you like me to tell you about it?” Something animalistic flared behind the babyish façade, indicating that the tale was long and entertaining, indeed.
And that was how Kerr Galvin came to forget completely about his promise to a certain mortal woman and stand her up without a word of explanation.
