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Chaucer's, Sunday

After hanging up from Sonia's call, Geoff paces around the shop, worrying about the young woman and waiting for her to come and talk.

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Hurrying down from the dorms, Sonia makes a direct path for Chaucer's. Julius had just returned her last call, telling her that everything she'd need had been delivered to the town, to the address she'd specified. It could wait a little while longer; she simply couldn't leave without doing this last thing.

Not bothering to knock, Sonia pushes open the door and heads into the familiar, comfortable room. She looks worn, paler than usual, and her eyes are dark and haunted.

Geoff turns immediately when the door opens, and on seeing Sonia -- and her obvious distress -- he strides across the room.

"Sonia! Come sit down, and tell me what's going on. Would you like a glass of whiskey?"

Sonia takes a slow step towards her work table, sinking wearily into the chair. With small smile, she politely declines his offer, and wonders at how this would be best explained.

"No, thank you, I..." She trailed off, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I'm not sure how to say this. Did... I ever tell you vhat I did, before I came here?"

"No, I'm not sure that you ever did."

Geoff sits in the other chair and takes Sonia's hand. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it's not so terrible or strange that I can't handle hearing about it," he says, trying to give her a reassuring smile.

It was becoming clear to her that there *was* no easy way to say this, that the best route was to simply come out with the truth. She squeezed his hand gently, another thin smile turning up the corners of her mouth.

"Alright. You see, I- vell, my entire family, actually- we're vampire hunters. Since the last of the Crusades, those in our clan have been trained to fight and destroy those creatures- and one in particular, who has a habit of being resurrected every century or so."

Her eyes were cast to the floor and her voice was flat, emotionless. "He's returned, and I have to kill him. The longer he's alive, the more powerful he becomes." She shrugged. "There is no other vay."

"Vampire hunters."

Geoff cycles through all the possible explanations Sonia could have given him and decides that no, in fact, this one was not on the list. Still, after the things he's seen in Fandom....

"I'm guessing you'll be leaving immediately, then. Do you...know how long you'll be away?"

[ooc: No worries! :)]

Sonia nods. "Vampire hunters. I... know it's probably not the most rational of explanations, but it's the only one I can offer."

She hesitates before answering his next question, if only because she's just as unsure of the answer. "I don't know how long it vill take. It might only be a few days- then again, it could be weeks." She swallows hard, eyes still on the floor. "It's.. also possible that I might not return at all."

Geoff nods. Like Sonia, he comes from a time when the possibility of not surviving a journey is almost an expectation, and he isn't going to waste her time with pointless admonishments to be careful.

"I hope you do, Sonia. And I hope it's soon, because I'll miss you." Standing, he leans down to give her a light kiss on the cheek, and then walks across the room and opens a cabinet. "I have something I wanted to give you."

Returning to where she's sitting, he holds something out toward her. "Happy Christmas, my lady."

It's a flat wooden box, and inside are a set of artist's charcoals and pastels.

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