( Of all the antique shops in all the world... Her eyes follow him but Eva stands still, confusion flickering through her expression as she watches him. So clearly a vampire, too elegant and too silent to be anything else, but so, so far from any of the ones she'd encountered before. They didn't smile. Didn't care about anything but feeding, or exacting revenge on hunters.
They certainly weren't running antique shops. )
Most of them still have fangs.
( She laughs, and this time it's less awkward. )
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