The twins looked down at him, then at each other, and burst into identical snickers. Sabrina smiled as she knelt next to the young man, "Well aren't you just precious?" She set her bag down to lean over him, inspecting his wounds with her eyes, and then her hands – poking and prodding as gently as she could to determine the extent of his injuries. As she did, she answered him:"No, darling, I'm a witch."
Cursory inspection over, She snapped her fingers at the twins behind her to get their attention. "Hand, go get me a bowl of hot water. Map, answers." The shirtless twin hastened to do as he was bid, eager to help, and his brother heaved an annoyed sigh. "We found him on the floor at Risk. So we were thinking vampire attack."
Sabrina frowned. Risk. Of course. That would explain the reek of vampire all over the kid. She understood the need for such a place – a venue for the undead of the city to gather and gain nourishment in relative safety – but she also found it tasteless. They had little regard for their donors, in her opinion, and the one time she had gone inside it seemed too self-celebrant to be genuine.
"Tell me what happened," she said, gentle in her tone, but firm.