"Understood. I will handle it from here." Vicentius looked at the rain as he listened to the one speaking on the other end. "That is not a concern." The line went dead. He released a sigh and looked at his phone in thought. It seemed their timeline has been upped than what was said before. That would mean that the situation had escalated since that time. He would need to make changes with his plans to accommodate. I wonder if this town could really provide the answer we need. His phone vibrated as he took a look and there was a message from the realtor. That is right he had leased a house where they would stay. There was a choice of bunking in at the clinic but it could not provide the privacy that he would require. That is why he had asked for a place that is secluded and quite cheap. He may be not short on funds but there is nothing wrong in being thrifty. That is when the realtor suggested an abandoned manor at the edge of town. It was pretty secluded and on the cheap side being foreclosed. It was a former museum in its best days.
So, everything is there already. He had arranged for basic furniture to be delivered and for the place to be cleaned up. There were also old artworks still inside. He simply let it be. That is why he has this inkling that his coven's new living space would be considered similar to those olden mansions present in those scary movies. He does not see anything wrong about it. That kind of atmosphere is fitting for the likes of them. The only thing that would be a problem would be its grounds and garden. The last time he saw it resembled a jungle of mess. He could leave that to Athanasios. They may not be staying for a long time but he does like his abode to be presentable at best. He does not like leaving things hanging. He replied to the realtor and decided to return inside the bakery. The only issue is the scent of blood floating ever so whimsically through the air. His eyes quickly narrowed as he tried to find out where it came from. He failed though because as fast as it came, it was gone at the same speed. It was also not helpful that it was raining. The scent was being washed away.
It was then he heard the exchange on the other table. The white-haired girl was to leave as well. Her scent still strikes his chord of interest. It could be considered forward but if his instincts are right, he cannot take the risk of her getting into trouble, not until he answered her, the question. "Excuse me. I hope I am not bothering you and your friends. I am Vincent Calloway. I heard from Ms. Doris that you might be able to help with a bit of garden problem." This is Athanasios' job but it would not be so terrible to have a bit of help. It would also give him a good way to know about her.
So, everything is there already. He had arranged for basic furniture to be delivered and for the place to be cleaned up. There were also old artworks still inside. He simply let it be. That is why he has this inkling that his coven's new living space would be considered similar to those olden mansions present in those scary movies. He does not see anything wrong about it. That kind of atmosphere is fitting for the likes of them. The only thing that would be a problem would be its grounds and garden. The last time he saw it resembled a jungle of mess. He could leave that to Athanasios. They may not be staying for a long time but he does like his abode to be presentable at best. He does not like leaving things hanging. He replied to the realtor and decided to return inside the bakery. The only issue is the scent of blood floating ever so whimsically through the air. His eyes quickly narrowed as he tried to find out where it came from. He failed though because as fast as it came, it was gone at the same speed. It was also not helpful that it was raining. The scent was being washed away.
It was then he heard the exchange on the other table. The white-haired girl was to leave as well. Her scent still strikes his chord of interest. It could be considered forward but if his instincts are right, he cannot take the risk of her getting into trouble, not until he answered her, the question. "Excuse me. I hope I am not bothering you and your friends. I am Vincent Calloway. I heard from Ms. Doris that you might be able to help with a bit of garden problem." This is Athanasios' job but it would not be so terrible to have a bit of help. It would also give him a good way to know about her.