Oh, Etta babe. Grace saw that look, smiled as she continued to tear into her muffin. It was all reasonable. She knew that. Etta had every right to feel scared about it all, but.
"My family's in North Carolina. I got good friends," she said. Her apartment was not secure, but no apartment was secure if something really wanted in. Even a vampire could just wait outside. "But, like."
She pondered the muffin, trying to figure out if this would scare the shit out of Etta or not. Leaned with definitely scare the shit out of her, but she'd come this far.
"A few months back, I'm walking home from a concert. Some creepy motherfucker follows me, corners me into a coffee shop. It turns out he's a fucking vampire, and he's giving me, like..."
This was the less fun part. She scrunched around the edges of the muffin, frowned.
"Not just bad vampire vibes. But. Bad man vibes, you know." Etta had to know. Etta couldn't be this paranoid if she didn't know. "So I could have called a psychic friend for help. Or could have called 911, or whatever. But cops around here don't do shit, and a vampire could fucking kill my friends. So. You know who I do call? Another vampire."
The Vampire. The one who had specifically asked she not hang around others because they were fucking dangerous.
"And he fucking- bust down a door to come save my ass. Healed the concussion I had and drove me home. So like. Vampires and shifters are fucking bad and dangerous, yeah. But. You can see, like. You know."
That was a thought trailed off enough that she actually wasn't sure how it ended.