Eva remained seated as the Rat disappeared before her eyes. She assumed he had truly left, her employment secured, but she couldn't care less if Benny still chose to watch her from the shadows. The storm outside appeared to be dying down, the last roars of battle softly fading into the distance. She had a few hours before dawn and wanted to use them well. Eva tucked Balthazar back into her cloak and reapplied her mask, just in case any humans might also be watching the storm's retreat, and began to walk the stairs to the lighthouse's balcony. Her hands reached for the cigarette pack she'd offered Benny, but quickly found the Rat had left with the few extras left over. Eva smiled to herself and produced an unopened pack from the deep folds of her cloak.
The sound of plastic being ripped and the crack of the opening pack echoed ominously through the lighthouse, Eva's footsteps a faint rhythm inter-cutting the echo. As she stepped on the balcony, Eva felt moon light engulf her as she lit a cigarette. Her skin tingled, the faintest of feelings caused by her extreme suggestibility to the sun, and Eva took a deep breath in as she stared out to the now lazily sloshing waters below. It had taken ten years, but she was finally getting answers about Bogrov. All signs pointed to him being dead and immediately, Eva's heart was consumed by grief. The memory of her sire and all he had given her burned like a fire in her heart, threatening to turn her to ash. But it eventually faded, although the pain still sat dull in her chest. Don't assume anything... Eva thought sadly to herself. She took a deep drag of her cigarette and watched as the smoke from her mouth drifted softly away from the balcony, out to see, and off to some far away land. She did not know what this City meant for her. But for now she was, for the briefest of moments, content.
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