Shane sees him, too. He remembers the arrival. It's only recent. He's new, he's alone, who would notice? Who would care?
No, Shane. Stop it.
When Methos sees him, Shane disappears from sight in an instant, hiding in a shadowy area nearby. This is too much like hunting, he thinks, too familiar. And that's why his hunger is scratching at him, fangs aching to be set free. Please, please, we've waited this long. It's just one person.
He doesn't move, yet, fearing that if he moves at all, it'll be to attack. But the growing temptation of the vampire in him is cutting away at just how much he cares.
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No, Shane. Stop it.
When Methos sees him, Shane disappears from sight in an instant, hiding in a shadowy area nearby. This is too much like hunting, he thinks, too familiar. And that's why his hunger is scratching at him, fangs aching to be set free. Please, please, we've waited this long. It's just one person.
He doesn't move, yet, fearing that if he moves at all, it'll be to attack. But the growing temptation of the vampire in him is cutting away at just how much he cares.