Solomon was only able to travel a few blocks through teleportation, as he used up quite a bit of power teleporting to the forest. He appeared behind a vendor's sign, almost knocking it over. With a sigh, he continued the short walk to the police station. Thankfully, he wouldn't have to go to the impound lot.
He entered the building approaching the lady at the desk, "I was told to come here to get my car? It was stolen and Officer Johnson called telling me you have it."
The woman looked up from her computer screen, "If you go around back, I think they're pulling it off the tow truck now. But first, I need to see some ID."
He sighed, pulling his license from his pocket and handing it to her. After a few minutes of looking from the card, to him, to her computer, she handed it back with a print out. "Your fees...did you want to pay now?"
He shrugged, setting the required amount of cash on the desk. Most people did not carry that amount of cash and so the lady was quite surprised, "I'm already here so why not. Now can I go get my car?" When she nodded, he left.
He came around the back of the building, then gritted his teeth. That was his car, no doubt, but it was in need of repair, "Leave it on the damn truck! It's obviously not drivable!" The workers stopped, replacing the chains to keep it on the tow bed. He rubbed his temples as he came closer, "Take it to Jack's Auto Body please...he'll know it's mine and take care of all the paper work for you."
He left in a bought of frustration, cursing t he day for existing. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and stormed down the streets. After awhile, he was brought to a pause as a scent wafted through his nose. He looked up at the apartment complex, So this is where she lives? He sighed, curious to know more about her, but he was hardly going to waltz into her room.
Solomon has been called many things, but a stalker is not one of them Should he wait for her to come out? Or..should he walk up to her room? He growled a bit, but he was quickly distracted by a familiar smell. Smoke. He quickly noticed the fire and smoke rising from the 3rd floor..the floor below Nalaria's.
He kicked down the main door, running too fast for humans to see him. Fire was just as deadly to vampires as it was to humans. If he was correct, after feeding, most vampires become quite lethargic and if they sleep, hard to awaken. By the time he got to her room, the fire department had arrived and were working on taming the blaze while rescuing the attendants.
He shouldered Nalaria's door, searching the room for her. Even if he barely knew her, he could not ignore her for the fact she was half vampire. He had to look out for the vampires in his city if need be. He carefully lifted her off the bed, grabbed her things so she would not have to start over any homework she may have, then jumped out the nearest window. He ran through the city until a few minutes later, he came upon his mansion.
The large Victorian mansion was obviously over 200 years old, with a few modern touches. Of course, he had to renovate it over the years to keep up with the building laws and just general repair. He twisted the knob of the front door, then hurried into the large living room. He gently placed her down on the day bed by the window, turning her slightly on her side so the sun would not be in her eyes when she awoke. He then sat down on one of the many dark red couches and waited.