There was something about the way his motions were so full of grace. U n n a t u r a l even, one could say, and Lamia had an eye for that. She repositioned her limbs, the ｄａｒｋ dress hugging thighs giving the softest of sounds. Lamia tasted the drink presented to her on her lips, her eyes dark and narrowed - as if in consideration. The question what was to be considered revealed itself soon enough.
❝ Quite the spot you got yourself, ❞
the woman’s hand idly moved to motion to the stool that had just been taken by the man. Her words were mead - sweet, warm and yet you knew unhealthy amount would get you into trouble.
❝ ——— it has a nice view, doesn’t it? ❞
Careful, little girl. He could not help the thought as he glanced sideways at her. He had readied himself to dismiss her on sight; the night, though young, had already proven unsatisfying, something which was not aided along by his own gloomy mood. Not one to suffer a lethargic demeanor, he had himself been poor company as of late. Night after night seemed to blur into one long series of rise, kill, feed, sleep, rise, kill, feed, sleep–
He was old. He could feel it in his bones, in the way he would watch potential prey go about their nighttime lives; the ages were beginning to weigh down on him.
A depressed vampire. How unbelievably dull and predictable.
She was not dull. And she did not seem predictable. There was something of the vampire about her, but she was not his kind. She was undeniably human, from her scent to her honey-colored skin and the faint echo of her h e a r t b e a t. Everything about her seemed perfectly ordinary. Everything, but her eyes. They were sharp, and calculating, and guarded. My, might he have encountered a hunter this fine night? ‘Twould be an interesting diversion, to be sure. The last hunter had been… Chicago? Barcelona? It did not matter. It had been a quick kill, zero challenge, and the feeding had left him unsatisfied. But this one…
This one might prove entertaining for the night.
“I’ve seen nicer.” He gestured at the bartender, keeping his eyes on the woman. “White wine, dry. And another drink for the lady, I believe.”
