Picks up guitar and starts to strum a tune. It starts out kinda harsh, but, after a few moments, falls to a far more mellow tune. He continues playing for a minute longer then puts it back in the stand. He looks to Shade, then Wyn. "It helps sooth me when I'm upset."
Shade runs a hand through his damp hair, undoing any controlling effect that wetting it down might have had in the first place. Now that he's not covered in blood, he looks a little less frightening. Just a little. The worst of his wounds are covered in bandaging, but the majority of him is blood-free. "I'll live." He tells Wyn. He looks over to Nick, seemingly about to say something (hopefully not about the state of your bathroom) but is inturrupted by a harsh knock at the door.
Shade moves back into the shadows, gesturing for Wyn to follow him. "Pretend we're not here." He hisses, revealing that he's got ... fangs. Eek. "And tuck your tail in for christsake!" He puts an arm around Wyn, and suddenly the both of them become very hard to pay attention too. The knocking sound comes again, followed by a, "Mister Stevens? This is the police!"
The cops look you up and down, but don't seem to see anything unusual. "Mr. Nicholas Stevens? I regret to inform you that there . . . appears to have been a . . ." He stumbles, exchanging a look with his partner. "Well, it appears that you may have had a vampire living in the apartment downstairs, and that there was some sort of . . . disturbance . . . in which it was, er, destroyed. We need to know any information you had on the resident of the apartment 805, you can just have your office send it to ours if you'd like. We also would like to come in and ask you some questions, if that's all right with you, sir."
"A what? That can't be right. She was always so... quiet..." trail off absent mindedly, stuck on the thought of the lady downstairs. Snap back to the moment, "Oh. Actually, I wouldn't. Come in. That is. I haven't been well today and just threw up a minute ago. Didn't quite make it to the bathroom, so I still need to clean it up. Do I still look kinda green? I noticed that earlier. I was hoping it had gone away, but after barfing I'm not so sure."
"Well..." cast my eyes at the ground. "I did play at that little bar on Fourth earlier. They kept sending me 151 and Cuervo. Tastes all right, but it hits you hard and fast. I was hoping to have been mostly over it by now. Course, if there's a vampire downstairs I might have another." Squint suspiciously. "Does that invitation only stuff really work?"
The cops exchange a nod. "Well son, " Lead Cop says. "I suppose with the vampire a pile of ashes and all, there's no need to do this tonight. But," he continues sternly, " we will need to talk to you at 8:0oAM tomorrow morning, down at the station. Think you can make that?" he asks this in a tone that indicates you had better.
I smile at him. "Yeah, I think so. I'll brave the hangover if I can." Thank them for understanding and get the name of whoever I need to talk to in the morning. Send them on their way. Close the door (please don't let me close it on a new extremity) and turn to where Wyn and Shade were. "That was... I don't know how else to describe it... wierd."
"I don't know... I feel kind of in control, just once I got started it was hard to stop you know?" Look over to Shade. "So uh... how do you sleep with those things?" Before he responds, I think about my wardrobe and mutter, "Man... I'm gonna have to put holes in all my shirts and pants..."
"Well... preferably on the balcony, but what the hell? I still smell like the bar, why not?" Pull up a dining room chair and sit with the back to my chest. "So people really can't see what we are? You're sure?"