Sometimes he wondered why he ever came back here. He was happy enough roaming about London with humans, after all, whatever he imagined about getting on fine with his own kind. The caverns were some sanctuary from wizarding society, but they were not free of its perils here. Galina had been arrested right from here all that time ago, after all. And without her here - well. Ishmael heaved a sigh. Every time he showed up in the forbidden forest, there seemed always to be a new problem.
“Piss off, Azazel,” he called over his shoulder without looking, just in case she decided to stalk after him. She was the bane of his bloody afterlife, honestly.
And occasionally he ran out of patience.
The night was dark and cool and the moment of solitude was certainly something that settled his mood, just a touch, but Ishmael hadn’t gotten as far as he liked when he heard the faintest sound of fingers scraping against stone. He stopped in his tracks. Only a vampire could hear something like that. Only a vampire’s touch could be that light.
“Who’s there?” He said now, narrowing his eyes through the gloom before he saw her. Not just Azazel, then.
“Piss off, Azazel,” he called over his shoulder without looking, just in case she decided to stalk after him. She was the bane of his bloody afterlife, honestly.
And occasionally he ran out of patience.
The night was dark and cool and the moment of solitude was certainly something that settled his mood, just a touch, but Ishmael hadn’t gotten as far as he liked when he heard the faintest sound of fingers scraping against stone. He stopped in his tracks. Only a vampire could hear something like that. Only a vampire’s touch could be that light.
“Who’s there?” He said now, narrowing his eyes through the gloom before he saw her. Not just Azazel, then.
