Gabriel dropped silently down into the tree beside Christopher and Si, watching the humans below with a calculating gaze. He nodded to the two vampires beside him but otherwise didn't aknowledge them.
He'd become more and more like that as he'd gotten older, indifferent, silent. He was the oldest of the four, being 312, and he'd lived in this forest for 119 years. He'd left if a few times of course, when food was scarce. He was gone for almost 20 years during the world war period, but he always came back; he felt safe here, secluded.
He turned his attention back to the humans walking below, watching them with an almost curious expression on his face.
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Duran leant over Evangeline's shoulder, grinning. "Maybe it's a ghost" he whispered playfully, straightening back up. He brushed a few stray strands of black hair from his face and kept walking with the rest. He didn't believe the stories, he wasn't really afraid of this place. It was just a wood with a little bit of fog; what was there to be afraid of?