Riff
While he was relieved to know where the 'home base' vampires were likely located, he hesitated to enter the cave to greet them in person. He looked up at Isaac and motioned at the mat.
"I think we should let them meet us. We have everything here to make the people we rescued comfortable. Perhaps we should do that and wait for nightfall, when our hosts might feel more comfortable?"
Besides, there were not many of "them" even compared to the rescuees. It was hard to tell exactly how many people were in the current camp, but it was not an insignificant number. It might be a dangerous play to make, but Riff felt confident in it. If the vampires were combative types, they could certainly have attacked while they picked their way up the cliff. The lack of silver-loaded weapons was also conspicuous. He didn't even smell any silver on the grounds.
Riff grabbed some blood packets from a generator-powered cooler and started passing them around. There was not much to do but wait.
Camping Is Always An Option
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Re: Camping Is Always An Option
Isaac Fishblatt
"Good idea," Isaac said. "You're right. That would certainly be less likely to give the mistaken impression that we're a threat."
There was some work to do in the meantime - distribute blood rations and blankets, make the shipwreck survivors comfortable - but then there was just quiet. There was little talking between the rescued Vampires, but that seemed more due to exhaustion from their ordeal (and probably many sleepless days and nights leading up to it) than any concern about their rescuers' intentions. Before long they were all resting quietly or asleep.
Night fell slowly.
There was a lull. Then some soft movements outside. Isaac smelled Vampires. They were approaching from several directions; there must be more than one entrance to the cave system. Of course. Having only one point of egress would turn the place into a giant trap. The Vampires approached cautiously, though. They were being quiet, but without the stealth of the notorious Death Dealers or of trained assassins - just normal quiet. Civilian quiet. That was good.
The door of the makeshift mess hall opened, and three Vampires stepped inside, while the rest waited outside. One of the Vampires carried a gun, but it wasn't loaded with silver - the way the newcomer was holding it, it Isaac wasn't sure if it was loaded at all.
"Lycans," the Vampire said. Not a question.
Isaac nodded. "Yes. From the local Pack. I'm Isaac. This is Riff. We mean you no harm. Our Pack does not partake in the war between our species. Quite the opposite. We became aware of your predicament, and wanted to help."
"We're grateful," the Vampire with the possibly-unloaded gun said cautiously. "But... why? Why help us, even if you don't consider us enemies?"
"Good idea," Isaac said. "You're right. That would certainly be less likely to give the mistaken impression that we're a threat."
There was some work to do in the meantime - distribute blood rations and blankets, make the shipwreck survivors comfortable - but then there was just quiet. There was little talking between the rescued Vampires, but that seemed more due to exhaustion from their ordeal (and probably many sleepless days and nights leading up to it) than any concern about their rescuers' intentions. Before long they were all resting quietly or asleep.
Night fell slowly.
There was a lull. Then some soft movements outside. Isaac smelled Vampires. They were approaching from several directions; there must be more than one entrance to the cave system. Of course. Having only one point of egress would turn the place into a giant trap. The Vampires approached cautiously, though. They were being quiet, but without the stealth of the notorious Death Dealers or of trained assassins - just normal quiet. Civilian quiet. That was good.
The door of the makeshift mess hall opened, and three Vampires stepped inside, while the rest waited outside. One of the Vampires carried a gun, but it wasn't loaded with silver - the way the newcomer was holding it, it Isaac wasn't sure if it was loaded at all.
"Lycans," the Vampire said. Not a question.
Isaac nodded. "Yes. From the local Pack. I'm Isaac. This is Riff. We mean you no harm. Our Pack does not partake in the war between our species. Quite the opposite. We became aware of your predicament, and wanted to help."
"We're grateful," the Vampire with the possibly-unloaded gun said cautiously. "But... why? Why help us, even if you don't consider us enemies?"