The suspended ceiling light flickered with the threat to cut out at any moment as Trinity stepped into the dingy room, greeted by am indifferent smell she had grown accustomed to. Magnus' so called laboratory seemed empty besides the specimens and experiments that were scattered about
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Even if all the flammable liquids and inventions where plenty enough to throw a match into and run from, Magnus had decided he needed something to do this night.
He opened one of the gasoline containers he had brought over, and as soon as the first drop had hit the ground, he stopped his hands from pouring any more as a fimiliar scent washed over the air.
"..Triiiiin?" His foot crept forward, random glass cracking loudly under his boot. "That better be you. I don't know any vampire that smells like you."
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"No Magnus, it's not me," she drawled. "It's just some random vampire who's interested in becoming one of your lab rats."
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He tossed her a gasoline container from behind him. "I'm sure you'll be happy to see this place go to hell. And I'll show you the new shiny place after."
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"Where is this shiny, new place?"
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