Aidou weighed her words silently, consigning the finer details to memory while he considered the larger implications of what the church’s place was in the overall scheme of the town.
“Did you take anything?” Text was revealing in and of itself, but if she or whoever she’d been with had grabbed something like the currency, it could also be revealing. The flag he’d come across in the school building came to mind. But writing yet? The vampire could easily picture the scene in his head, and literal writing on the wall was right at home in the Institute’s overly dramatic atmosphere.
A promise in blood. “You will both burn.”
Those words… Those words could refer to a lot of things, if the state of the town was to be believed. Alec Doyle and Martin Landel? The pieces weren’t aligning together perfectly, however. When Aidou had been there, the dried blood had been human to his senses, and it was logical to theorize that it’d come from the human remains left scattered about. But then why would the bodies be posed so naturally? And who would have been left behind to leave a message? Would it really have been the victims, as Anise suggested?
Where Anise was concerned, she was clearly uncomfortable, but so long as she continued to answer, he’d ask. “About the bones… you didn’t see any signs of violence at all? Nothing that would hint at how they’d died?” If he could have, he would’ve picked Anise’s brain--what he wanted to know could only be best understood if he’d stood over the remains himself. Bald facts. The girl wasn’t someone close to him, and she’d proved herself to have thorns as well as petals, but there was no need for pointless insensitivity with her. His phrasing was kinder than it could have been.
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“Did you take anything?” Text was revealing in and of itself, but if she or whoever she’d been with had grabbed something like the currency, it could also be revealing. The flag he’d come across in the school building came to mind. But writing yet? The vampire could easily picture the scene in his head, and literal writing on the wall was right at home in the Institute’s overly dramatic atmosphere.
A promise in blood. “You will both burn.”
Those words… Those words could refer to a lot of things, if the state of the town was to be believed. Alec Doyle and Martin Landel? The pieces weren’t aligning together perfectly, however. When Aidou had been there, the dried blood had been human to his senses, and it was logical to theorize that it’d come from the human remains left scattered about. But then why would the bodies be posed so naturally? And who would have been left behind to leave a message? Would it really have been the victims, as Anise suggested?
Where Anise was concerned, she was clearly uncomfortable, but so long as she continued to answer, he’d ask. “About the bones… you didn’t see any signs of violence at all? Nothing that would hint at how they’d died?” If he could have, he would’ve picked Anise’s brain--what he wanted to know could only be best understood if he’d stood over the remains himself. Bald facts. The girl wasn’t someone close to him, and she’d proved herself to have thorns as well as petals, but there was no need for pointless insensitivity with her. His phrasing was kinder than it could have been.