Camden’s Sunday evening odd encounter(Obadiah)

Date: 2025-12-07 18:00

(Camden’s Sunday evening odd encounter(Obadiah):Obadiah)

[Sun Dec 7 2025]

At Balcony – West
For some reason, the walls have been knocked down and a balcony has been created, the concrete floorin tiled over in a rich marble, veined in medium grey against the otherwise pale stone. The walls on either side of the balcony are left bare, leading out to where the sun or moon beats down onto the space. Railings line the edge, stone carved to resemble marble pillars holding up the roof connected by shimmering quartz-like bannisters.

To the west, loungers have been laid out in the sun, while a medium-sized table and a few chairs are set back into the shade, an umbrella tucked into the corner by the southern door, just in case.

It is night, about 37F(2C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey clouds. The mist is heaviest At Autumn and Darkwater
There is a waning gibbous moon.

(Your target and their allies encounter a vampire who has killed their first feeding victim, likely less than six months a vampire they are horrified at what they’ve done and wracked with guilt.
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OOC: Thank you for accepting. Give me an emote for what you were doing?

OOC Camden expected to be teleported to the runner, but will emote.

Camden leans against the railing, looking out over the city, drink resting, precariously, on the railing between sips, phone in his left.

It is a quiet evening in New Haven. Cold and crisp though, in the thick of the holiday season as people bustle about getting ready for Christmas. On the street below there are several people passing by with packages shuffling along. Camden might watch them passively and if he does he sees a younger man, possibly a student, hanging out at the mouth of an alley, pacing.

Camden watches the student, expression unguarded, impassive, though, eyes tracking him. It might only be the third floor of the hotel, but the open balcony makes for an impressive vantage point, and it’s not so far if he needs to intercede. He’s from Boston, it’s not the first time he’s seen something sketchy in the evening.

After a few moments another person, traveling alone, comes across the pacing student. It looks like they know each other as the second person, a woman, stops to talk. The first student, a man, talks urgently, definitely agitated, before placing his arm on her bicep and half leading, half dragging the poor women into the alley. After a few more minutes… A blood curdling scream and then silence.

Camden sighs, draining his glass. He pats his chest, over the reinforced undershirt, then grabs the handle of his briefcase, slipping free a pistol that he tucks into his pocket, a scabbarded sabre lifted from where it’s been stood against the railing. “We really had to be like this on my first day…” he mutters, eyes scanning for the best way down, before he makes the reasonable call to pass back through the room, taking the stairs two at a time, jumping the railings, heading for the mouth of the alley, or the far side, if not a dead end.

When Camden gets to the alley he sees, what one with supernatural experience is always prepared for, even if they don’t want to, and as a Harrington even if he hasn’t seen it himself surely he has heard about it happening. Standing over the body of the woman is the man, blood covering his front, his fangs retreating into his mouth. The woman has been thoroughly exsanguinated.

Camden lifts two fingers to tap a subtle disc tucked into his ear, a light flashing as he says, “Nine one one, yeah…” He gives his location, general details, his professional training coming out in the lack of excess. Sighing, he checks his gun for bullets. “Fucking feeders,” he grumbles, once the call’s disconnected. He can’t save her, so the least he can do is not join her.

The man snaps out of his frenzy for a moment and looks up at Camden, recoiling from him in terror. “What, what happened?” he asks at him before looking over at the body. “Oh god! Lucy!” he says, running to her side and cradling her body, “What… What happened? What did I do?”

Camden tucks the blacked-out 1911 back into his pocket, safety on, hand resting on the trigger, just in case as he approaches. “I think you know, sir,” he says, his warm baritone gentle, trying for kind, despite the gravel to it. He may not yet be a politician, but he’s learned from the best, and he is presenting calm, friendly body language while entirely ready to put a bullet between the vamp’s eyes.

“I… Did I kill her?” the Man asks looking up to Camden, still cradling her body. “I… I have never done anything like this before I swear.” He swallows a moment, nervously, an impulse of the living. “I was in a club last week, then passed out. I… I was just so hungry and her neck…. Oh Lucy.”

Camden pads a little closer, about a good pace away from the man. “Why don’t you tell me your name, and we can figure out how to handle this together, alright? I’m Camden Harrington, and you are?” he asks, using every bit of his force of personality to push the young man into giving his name.

“Charlie,” the man says with a frown, swaying now with the dead body in his arms. “This this is Lucy. Lucy Donnod.” He looks up at Camden and gives a breathy, ragged sigh. “I can’t save her can I? Can I… Can I turn her? Will that bring her back? Oh god I am so new to this I don’t know what to do…”

The poor boy didn’t bite with the intent to turn her, since she is absolutely dead, there is no hope of saving here now. She is just another body. Probably needs disposed of and the both of them should get out of there before the cops show up. But this is New Haven, so maybe it is just the cost of doing business.

Camden pulls out his phone, and reads off a number, before slipping it back away. “Either let the cops deal with her body, or you’re gonna have to, but… Sirens are coming,” he says, following it up, dispassionately, with, “That’s the number of someone who can help you with the whole… new feeder thing.”

Charlie nods then looks around. “I… I’ll take her there yeah,” he says picking up the body and starts shuffling towards the end of the alley. If Camden doesn’t stop him he will try to disappear into the darkness… with a body.

Camden sighs, shaking his head. “New Haven…” he mutters, stepping back, then heading back toward the hotel, unconcerned with the seemingly calmed vampire, and the equivilent of an info pamphlet, “So you’re a Vampire” handed off. He’s got long legs, and they help a brisk stride take him from the scene quickly.

OOC: Thank you again! You can head down now that we are done. I’ll have to sneak out of your room though.