"Let's!"

He then bounces back to his coven, slight spring in his step.

"Hey, I made a friend!" he calls.

"Aww!" says Danuta. "Hi, Blair's friend!"

"Hello! I'm James. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"I'm Danuta and my mate is Gavriel."

Blair bounces over to Danuta.

"And he's already met me. This isn't his territory, I checked, we're not stepping on any toes," he reports, all smiles and cheer.

"Good, I hate fights with locals," says Danuta. "Like, travel, sticks-in-the-mud, right?"

"I don't tend to stick around anywhere myself, it gets boring really fast. I went to Antarctica once."

"But what do you eat there?" asks Gavriel.

"Penguins, seals, and whales, mostly. They taste horrid but it's what you have to do."

"Huh," says Blair, conversationally.

And then he leaps forward and rips Danuta's head off.

Gavriel roars and lunges for Blair.

Just in time to be casually intercepted by this other vampire midair and given the bear hug of his life. Awww look, James is making friends!

"I'd say it's nothing personal," says Blair lightly, moving to combo with another head rip, "but I'd be lying."

Both enemy combatants thus neutralized, Blair cheerfully moves on to turning them both into gravel so they can be set on fire.

James helps! And has matches in his large waterproof bag, how prepared!

"Want to do the honors?"

"Yes please, thank you!"

And then they are unceremoniously set on fire. Blair looks very pleased with himself.

He grins at Blair. "Very efficient, not bad at all."

"Thank you," says Blair, cheerfully. He looks fondly at the crackling fires that were once his covenmates. "So, now what are you planning to do?"

"Well, you're alive. Yvette is going to want to know this, some proof would be useful. You used to write her letters, every two weeks. I, ah... read them."

He blinks, thoughtfully. "Oh. Oh I did, didn't I. Ah, damn. Recite them to me? Then I can forge a series of them with the appropriate dates, and you can drop a bundle of them off at her apartment. And blame it on, I dunno. Customs or something."

"Can do." He recites them in order, start to finish.

"Thanks," he says, once the recitation's done. His former covenmates have finished burning. "I'm going to go get supplies, want to come with?"

"Sure."

Off they go!

"So," he says. "We can eat animals, apparently?"

"Oh, yeah. Did you not know? I suppose I didn't either prior to my trip."

"Nah. That's interesting. They smell disgusting, though, are you sure that's healthy? Long term."