He expected the emptiness, the shadows. His existence was nothing more than shadows. Some odd in between of the light and true dark. It was like constantly balancing on a knife's edge. Of course the alternative was to fall, into one or the other. Falling to the light would happen, one day. He would embrace the dawn and end it. It was falling into that darkness. He'd feared it before, if he was honest with himself, but now, now that he had felt the void, no matter how briefly, he was more determined to keep to that balance.
What he hadn't expected was what lived in those shadows to raise their heads. Before it had always seemed as if whatever else clung to the shadows, it feared him and left him alone. He blinked several times to clear it, but then he heard Wolfram, as if from the end of a tunnel. His head slid down, slowly, and he saw his hand covered. His teeth snapped and a strangled groan was pulled from his throat. The fire, it went straight through his veins, for a brief moment he thought it might actually start his heard, but then it subsided to warmth. "My house is extinct. I'm the last and only you know that." He gave a quick warning.
Licking at his lower lip he pulled his hands away and stepped around to him again, reaching down to cup his hand around the glass and raise it. "Another reason there may be no such thing as normal. Each vampire has different abilities, as do the shifters we call. Drink, then tell me what you see." He was more curious than anything. He only knew a bit of what the crow was capable of. There was much he still couldn't touch on. At least without the marks or taking over of a crow.