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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Everyone remembers Crowley's white leather couch, right? Cause here it is again, with a rumpled blanket on top of it. It looks sort of like someone's been sleeping on it. That someone, presumably, being Crowley himself, who's just shown up with the couch in a plain white t-shirt and black silk boxers, sans sunglasses and with bed-rumpled hair.]

[...and really big black feathered wings coming out of his shoulder blades. The shirt's torn on the back pretty badly.]

[Crowley looks...confused. Concerned? Whichever it is, he's sort of turning in circles at the moment, almost like a cat chasing its tail. After a moment of this he gives up and falls back on the couch, dropping his face into his hands.]

...bugger.

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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Are there many vampires in your reality?

[madamemoiselle]

Not at all. There's only sister and I. Well, and there were our Chevalier, but now only hers, Haji, is left. Mine are all dead.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Chevalier?

[madamemoiselle]

Well, you know that idea that when a vampire bites you, then you turn into one? Well, that's not how it is for us, but when a human drinks our blood, they turn into our Chevalier, our knights. They're not quite as strong as their Queens, but they're bound to us by blood and have all our powers.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Are there other supernatural beings in your reality then, beside vampires?

[madamemoiselle]

Not that I know of! There's just us.