I age like fine wine. You age like milk. [Urik]

[Evelyn]

Attire

The psychologists would say they are afraid of themselves, somehow.
Perhaps awakening too much desire that their men could never satisfy?
So they keep themselves laced and buttoned and made up
in hopes that the framework will keep them stiff enough not to feel the whole register.
In hopes that they will not have to experience that unquenchable desire for rhythm and contact.

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They shield their bodies with assorted fabrics and hide behind stones and bricks. Somehow, and only a supreme being would know how, they believed that they were too good for the world they inhabit; too clean for the dirt they walk on. This is why they are the ones that are hunted, seen as the obvious weak link of the herd. The entire species is weak and worthless, much deserving of their deaths.

She sat still, appearing just as lifeless as she truly was. Pale blue eyes danced across the farther away crowd. No assuming human would've noticed that her attention wasn't on the performance, like everyone else. Her motives weren't to merely observe the humans around her or the dance show that they watched. She wasn't just some woman enjoying the nice spring weather by going to a park.

Evelyn was simply hungry, and she was on a hunt.

But as she scanned over the menu, mouth not even slightly salivated, she quickly noticed how none of the humans before her appeared appetizing. This could be partially because she already fed once, but more than likely it wasn't the food itself that was repulsive, it was the destroyed, ugly package that the food was stored in. Judging blood by it's owner was something that should never be done; even the ugliest people could have the best tasting blood, but Evelyn couldn't help but conclude that all of these humans were too filthy for her blessed, poisonous kiss.

Their eyes couldn't make up their minds about the show in front of them. The enchanting emerald green and purple waves of silk seemed to flow so gracefully below the exposed, naked abdomens that contradicted the silk with their spastic yet rhythmic movements. Was the show in front of them beautifully artistic, or were the nearly bare bodies repulsive? The movements, almost snake-like, deemed to be too much for the humans, who have disconnected themselves so far away from nature that they have no idea how to be anything close to natural anymore. Surrounding human females buttoned and zipped their spring jackets, the air around them suddenly feeling a bit chilly. Men stood stiff, discomforted by their confusion, because they can't help but enjoy the show in ways that were too intimate for their liking.

Despite what their tensed bodies showed, their eyes gave it all away. They wanted this, were fascinated by their movements. This was their desire, to move so freely like the beautiful women before them. Their instinct would, for a moment, return to more natural ways of thinking. Bodies knew what they wanted, but the mind, far too brainwashed, wouldn't accept any of that behavior. There was no hope for any of them. After so long without these bold movements, without the needed connection to the nature around them, they wouldn't be able to handle being free. It would be chaotic, to unleash so many caged animals into the wild. None of them would have any idea what to do, their instincts dissolved away into their designer handbags and electronic devices.

Dining on any of these animals would be equivalent to stuffing a hormone-pumped hamburger with processed cheese and artificial ketchup drenched all over it. That might be appealing to these brainwashed, humans, but it was certainly not a desirable taste to Evelyn.

And to think that they consider themselves "clean"

They are the most filthiest creatures that infest this world. Curse every god they believe in for their existence. This ideal of being an image of perfection ... Well, if this was perfection, Evelyn wanted nothing to do with it. She'll stick to her ways, and they can call her a beast for doing so. She'd much rather be related more to a beast than a human.

A lounger in the grass gasped as Evelyn stood, disproving his thoughts of a statue being displayed on the bench. She was too bored here. The humans were pathetic like usual, the kids were ever so delightful, through smell and observance, like always, and the weather was normal for this time of year ... like always. There was nothing new, just the same issues about her livestock now as a 140 years ago, except her food is beginning to spoil at a much quicker rate. See, it's the hormones. They're filled up with so much and become overly plump, taste horrible, and grow mold sooner.

Either they had to quit destroying themselves, or Evelyn was going to have to resort to animals or a willing and kinky vampires for food.

Her attire had only one purpose: to lure her prey into a lustful, deadly trap. A nice red dress, showing just enough to excite, but not enough to spoil their little imaginations. But only little girls and whores wore red shoes. That was why black heels, decorated with a few gold rings, clacked against the slightly chilled pavement beneath them. Heads turned, eyes gazed, and a few ill-mannered mouths either whistled or dropped, but her attention didn't stray from directly in front of her. The whistles entered her ears like a cow's moo. Such silly cows they were, to ever think that they had a romantic chance with a vampire.

And just like cows, they were so oblivious to their futures. Soon, and not soon enough, they'll all eventually be taken to the slaughter house.

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[Urik]

{Attire is what he is wearing in the siggy at the bottom}

Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

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It had been an awkward and mildly disheartening meeting. Awkward as anything the man did when it came to parties, but then again, could he really help it? The tall dirty-blond was anything but his former self, and had ceased to be ever since he had come back from his trip with his adored sister. No longer closed and confined, he stood with less of a stick up his ass, yet remained a well defined solid figure accentuated beneath the layers of an over tailored black suit, not unlike the ones he had been wearing for years. At least that's what this facade he put on told everyone else in the room. His powerful figure demanded respect, even if his nature was not exactly becoming of such a thing, but the Macabre heir was more than willing to play the game, for the moment. After all, when he used his charm, he could be fairly tolerable company.

The party hadn't been planned. In fact, he had no idea as to how it occurred at all. He knew who the cause was, his darling sister, yet he could not comprehend how she pulled it off without his knowledge. She had only made a few calls in his time observing her, a sport for the young gent. He might as well have been watching television, but then again, television lacked that Macabre charm. He only found a need for her to love him, like he loved her, in a purely sibling manner, but his ever doting female counterpart found it ever so entertaining to attempt a hookup for her older brother. He had no altruistic plans to see it through, no tricks up his sleeve to make this any more pleasurable, no bodies to carve while he sat amongst these humans. He just needed the love/sanity of his sister and fresh body every couple of days.

For certainly, Urik Macabre was no stranger to the act of love making. Not that he had performed the act in over 200 years, but ever since he had noticed some of the more perverted gazes of the women surrounding him, and the jokes constantly being made that he simply didn't understand to be funny, he decided to taint his innocent being in a roundabout with one of these lucky/unlucky women. Honestly Uriks' literature seemed more tempting as time passed, even if his mattress was no doubt unused for his lack of sleep and sexual encounters. Thoughts of holding the blond haired woman, currently clinging needfully on his arm, up against a wall, thrusting into her with all he had as her back was crushed against the surface that held her up made him drool, more for the crushing spinal cavity part than the thrusting itself.

And so, when the object of his mock desire had led him back to the bedroom, parting with her cocktail dress in what he assumed was fast, even for a human, and headed towards the bed, he had fallen back into his usual routine. He shadowed the woman like a second skin, and did his best to make light of the situation, for the time being. He had learned much while he was gone. With vampire senses to aid him, he was sure he wouldn't find it difficult to continue with what he was about to do, after all the scent of drunken lust that poured off of her made it all the more easier. He didn't take account of the fact that there was in fact still a party going on in his house. He could still feel each and every persons pulse through the closed door. In fact, he knew who there at the moment was drunk and who was about to burst from raging hormones, and who already had. He said nothing, simply moved onward, separating his mind from the other room, and attempting to continue with the woman, cooing seductively at him. He assumed it was something she had plenty of practice with... After all, from the whisperings of the males in the other room she had quite the reputation and it wouldn't prove too difficult for anyone to get between her legs. Why else would she be sitting on the edge of his bed, unbuttoning his pants?

"Mmmm."

An utterly pleased and aroused sound escaped ruby painted lips once she managed to undo the fabric she had so diligently been attempting to release. She also managed to squeak out a half-gasp, before being pushed back against the mattress by a broad hand, surprised and mentally thanking the Gods once she took notice of his package, impressive despite the lack of arousal.

His gaze remained on her face, examining each facial expression as he climbed atop her, hands slipping to her hips to lift her farther onto the bed, acquiring a slur of giggles from the disgustingly tainted woman.
He raised a brow as she squirmed beneath him, feeling the hand that had been formerly struggling with his pants move to cup and rub at the remaining fabric of his boxers, and feeling her body writhe back when his hand moved from her thigh to between her legs as he let his fingertip travel the length of her lingerie covered slit. All the while emerald eyed holding steady to her face.

"You really know how to get a girl worked up, don't you."

Catching her breath, her face turned red, as she arched into his hand at his discovery of the soft nub of flesh between her legs.

"Oh fuck yes, right there!"

He heard her, but then again, not much really registered, as his eyes began to take in what he saw. Fanned out behind her, in what he assumed was about shoulder length, was her hair. Her face, just about as red as could be, had lost what bit of that cuteness it had held beforehand, and traded it for a shade of slut, something more alluring to his eyes. Only because of what he now so badly wanted to do to her, which wouldn't gain a second thought from him. The unoccupied hand of his traveled the length of the sheets along side her body, making it's way to her lips where fingers traced the red lipstick painted there. Immediately lips parted to allow his finger in, gaining an array of suckles and licks along the digits. He couldn't help but appreciate how... downright easy she was making this.

"U..Urik..I want you. I want to put it inside me. I need it..mmm"

He chuckled. Of all things he could do right now, he chuckled. This caused the woman to slip into a moment of utter confusion. That was until she felt the slip of Uriks' fingers go farther into her throat, causing her to gag a few times and attempt to pull her head back. All this caused him to do was push forward even more, his whole hand edging it's way into her mouth as she struggled and began to kick against him. Watching as the woman's eyes rolled in the back of her head and his hand reached further down her throat, he sighed in content, finding that the evening wouldn't be a complete waist.Fake nails dug into the flesh of his arm once he felt the corners of her mouth give way, splitting open to make room for his hand. Before he knew it his arm had reached it's limit, going as far as it could and unfortunately she had stopped struggling. This one hadn't lasted long, but he was damn sure that sex couldn't match this feeling of breaking through her innards and holding her heart in his hand. Feeling the beat slow to a complete stop. Mmm that was an orgasm in itself, well it was at least enough to give him a tent in his boxers.

"I'm hungry"

With not another word spoken, he returned his pants to their rightful place, on his body and moved towards the nearest mirror. "What do you think?" He stood, standing to face the corpse on his bed. "Pfft..you have no taste."A slight tug on his tie assured it's position and without even a glance back, he left the room, being so energy efficient as the turn out the light. "Don't wait up."To his dismay, the outer room was still filled with a fluttering of drunken women and not so drunk men. Clearing his throat, the room silenced and he muttered "All of you..leave." There was a moment of protest and he simply stared, leaving no further room for disagreeing.

Once everyone dispersed form his place he followed suit, leaving as he set into his predatory mode of sorts, looking for a meal more suitable than a drunken woman in a cocktail dress.

[Evelyn]

That was such a pathetic attempt of an evil chuckle. Someone has obviously been watching too many cheesy horror and thriller films.

"You know, it's dangerous for a woman to be out alone at such a late hour."

His intentional calm tone didn't cause as eerie of a scene as the human would've liked. There wasn't a moment of pause or even a change of pace in her footsteps as Evelyn continued walking with her piercing blue eyes remaining straight ahead of her. Having already had a quick snack just moments before, Evelyn saw no purpose in bothering herself with this naive, foolish human. Too preoccupied with her current hunting task, she didn't even give an ounce of recognition to the loitering man who tried too hard to appear stronger and more villainous than he actually was as he leaned against a light pole underneath a flickering, yellow-tinted bulb.

Her ignorance was apparently misread as an invitation for the human to continue on with his little conversation about the oh-so-dark and scary night. Too quickly, his footsteps followed after her, and the corner of her dark red lips, with blood stains too camouflaged for this human to notice, twitched slightly upward at the feint sound of an object brushing against his denim fabric; something was being pulled out from his pocket.

The human likes to play with toys. How adorable.
Perhaps the current hunt for her favorite little Romanian Dollie would have to wait.

"I see you haven't been watching the news, lately. You really should keep up with the current events."

What a silly assumption to make about the woman who enjoys strolling along neighborhood streets after midnight. Although the television was something that could never hold Evelyn's attention for too long, she has read a few front-page articles in the newspaper about the findings of three mutilated bodies that were possibly connected to the disappearance of five women that occurred sometime last week. While other females have fled the streets in fear, disappointment was the only emotion Evelyn attached to the recent events. She had no reason to fear her beloved night like the other females of a weaker species did. The night would never betray its adored vampire. However, it didn't give a damn what happened to this pathetic human and his little toys.

"Well, well, look who's been watching too many Johnny Depp films."

Her footsteps stopped abruptly, and her legs swiveled as she turned unnaturally too quick, not giving enough time for the boy to hid his precious little pocketknife. How odd, his eyes seemed to have widened a bit since the last time she caught a peripheral glance of his face. Oh, that's right. She was supposed to keep walking and this was supposed to be the part where he played the weak predator who only attacked when hidden behind his prey's eyes. Oops, sorry. Evelyn was never really good at following the script. A dark brow curved sharp above her crystal blue eyes as they glanced down, and she chuckled. "Cute. And you expect me to believe that you're the one they call 'Jack Jr.', with a little toy like that?"

...Jack the Ripper comes back to life...
...Jack's protege...
...Jack Jr....
...Jack strikes again....

And it's almost unbelievable, how many murders have been replicas of the London's infamous serial killer. Every London murderer was a "Jack the Ripper", now in days. How extremely rude of them, to mock the most impressive man of her original era. Not that Evelyn had the pleasure of ever meeting the man, herself, but as a young, newborn vampire, Mr. Ripper appeared only a few years after she was sired. His art was certainly adored by this sadistic admirer. Stumbling across a few of his masterpieces, she couldn't help but fall for his brilliant and viciously skillful acts of violence that he deliberately displayed for all of London's eyes to see and fear. She would never be capable of emotionally attaching herself to another being, but Evelyn would definitely admit to falling in love with his work. The murderer had gained her respect as the creative individual who's inspiration marked the young Evelyn's journey of improving herself to be just as vicious and talented.

And just a she firmly believe that Jack the Ripper was most definitely not a mortal, she believed that there was no way this human was capable of kidnapping and mutilating five women in one week, especially not with just a pocketknife.

Behind those dull brown eyes, there were thoughts that can easily be seen stirring through his suddenly uncertain mind. Something wasn't right about the woman who stood before him, the woman who was now slowly approaching him, her crystal blue eyes piercing through his own. Maybe it was the gleam in her eyes that caused him to think twice about his next actions, and the fact that not a bone in her body shook for the man who was carrying such a sharp object. Most women would scream for help by now or run in fear, but not this one. She wouldn't scream for anything, anyways, but to fear a human was just absurd. Such low creatures, filthy and below a creature like herself.

No, this woman simply looked up at the boy smiled, baring her perfectly straight and slightly blood-stained fangs. "Now, now, Mr. Ripper ...." Her words nearly hissed the name. His body tensed as her cold fingers trickled down his arm and slowly molded themselves around his hand. It was a nice thought, to try and kill a woman and make her think that he was brutal and vicious, but rarely are humans capable of going through with their thoughts and preforming those little sick actions they desire to do.

"Do I need to show you how this is done?"

He didn't put up much of a fight after the first minute, when he realized that his strength was no match for this supernatural woman. The pocketknife ended up on the ground, perfectly clean and silver. Evelyn had sharper objects of her own that she always carried on her, ten sharp nails that can cut just as easy as that cheap knife, and fangs were much preferred when ripping apart someone's neck. No, her killing of this boy was far from being as artistic as Mr. Rippers, but although Evelyn admired his style, she had a style all of her own that she preferred to perfect over the past 140 years. Her works of art were created from her own hands, messy and gruesome, without the use of instruments.

She preferred a style that allowed her to be more .... intimate ... with her work.
Although she had to admit, this was an incredibly boring kill.

Slowly shaking her head, she finished wiping off most of the blood from her arms and hands with the man's shirt. "You know, it's dangerous for a human, such as yourself, to be out at such a late hour." Turning around, her face slightly scrunched at the site of his face ... or lack of face, for that matter. She almost thought about getting rid of the teeth, so that she could give the cops a real puzzle to solve, but a body without a head that was without a face, and mauled limbs sporadically spread across the area would do just fine. She was beginning to run late, now, and didn't feel the need to bother with the disgusting, filthy creature anymore.

There was a scent she had to follow, one that closely resembled a particular Romanian vampire who also happened to be a sex goddess and a very fun playmate, although this scent wasn't the exact scent of her Zoli Dollie. Perhaps whatever body belong to this smell would be just as fun, though.


Hmmmmm
Evelyn was curious enough to find out.

[Urik]

"You won't need toys with me, my dear. A knife...!"

Oh, Lord, it's you. Oh murder...!

"Run around run around. I could watch you run all night." What an extravagant night it was turning out to be. The moon shone delightfully placed between the bosom of two conveniently built structures, their reflective surfaces providing the moon with the company of mimicked shapes. The luminescent glow hypnotizing with its ability to pierce the city of the dark that captured it after each taunting day. It was at moments like these where flashbacks of former centuries slipped out of a tightly wound subconscious to make a surprise, yet riveting, visit. Exact moments such as this when the same man stared at the moon yet a different time. Where fireplaces were a necessity and horses were still the main form of transportation. Times when high heels were never an issue in a chase. Of course for the newly sired trash that traveled the cities streets it made things easier but for the old ones heels took some of the fun out of it; what good was a chase when the mouse could not remain on its own feet.

A fact was all those little thoughts were, and a memory of times where the hunt was more pleasant would not change such things. Despite how much some may wish that exact thing to befall this continuously rotting world. Only the old could feel the change. The inevitable doom of this planet as it heaved for breath through the fog of humanity like an asthmatic child. He could feel its crumbling beneath his feet. None of the humans today would live to see its shattering but he would. He'd live to see the buildings fall, mountains crumble, and the cities quake with a planets desperate shivering as its life slipped away and it became just another lifeless rock floating in a never ending space. The darkness that surrounded it matching its newly darkened core, the flames having been extinguished. A sad ending for what could have been an amazing world. For what had once been an amazing world. So much potential destroyed by a species not worth the damage they created. Oh well....

::Begin Flashback::

A predatory gaze stared at the moon with eyes that even at the age of five were a penetratingly fierce hazel-green, obvious curiosity showing amongst creamy features. Resembling a child who had been given a gun and told to do what he would with it. The possibilities were without end. The undiluted disoriented terror that haunted his memories , lodged within the eyes of the things he killed , in no way lessened the all too familiar throb within the confines of his chest. That predatory tug that egged him on to do the same things he managed to divulge in everyday with the neighborhood animals. The same ones that barked and screeched every night while his sickly mother slept in their shack of a caravan, fighting off the fever that could end her life. There was so much he wanted to do for her and for his infant sister. But he was only a child; he could do nothing but use his hands to silence those noisy animals.

It had been a night as normal as any could be for a gypsy family. His mother cooed to his tiny sibling even as her own sickness broke her into a sweat. "Mama, tu restul. Eu voi uita peste Zoli." (Mama, you rest. I'll watch over Zoli) He remembered the kind words his mother whispered back; her voice as sweet and warm as honey right out of the hive. Admittedly he missed the way she used to whisper sweet melodies to him as she now did Zoli. He hadn't known that even now when he slept she would sing softly to him and run her fingers through his hair. With a kiss to his mothers forehead he scooped the gurgling Zoli into his arms to sit outside amongst the cool breeze that swept the field they called home.

It did not take long for night to fall and for him to arrive, Armond ; both his and baby Zo Zo's father. "The man that never laughed but is always laughing at us." was how the rest of the caravan described him.

"Urik, baiatul meu, pe care le-aţi crescut aşa de mare " (Urik, my boy, you have grown so large)

Urik nodded in agreement and pulled the petite zoli, whose brightly shining eyes stared at her brothers face with joy, to his chest as the man reached out to ruffle his golden hair, marred with the dirt from a days play. Even at such a young age Urik knew that this man was not fond of Zoli and the way her eyes perfectly mimicked her mothers. There was a secret there that the young vampire would not tell. One that Urik only learned years later and one he still held from his darling sister.

"Stii Urik au existat o multime de animale merge lipsesc în ultima vreme. Ti-ar întâmpla să nu ştie nimic despre asta? "
(You know Urik there have been a lot of animals going missing lately. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that?)

All the young boy could do was stare openly at the man with a look of surprise at the unspoken accusation. A crime of which Urik knew whole-heartedly that he was guilty for.

"Vino acum, puteţi să-mi spui ceva "
(Come now you can tell me anything)

"Câinii latră şi de luare a ţinut atât de mult zgomot ca mama nu a putut dormi. Ea este sick. Ea are nevoie de somn pentru a obţine o mai bună "
(The dogs kept barking and making so much noise that mama could not sleep. She is sick. She needs to sleep to get better.)

"Ah, văd. Sunteti speciale nu sunt ai Urik. Spune-ţi vechi Papa, te-ai dorit vreodata sa-l omoare ceva mai mare, ca o persoana?"
(Ah, I see. You're a special boy aren't you Urik. Tell your old Papa, have you ever wanted to kill anything bigger, like a person?)

::End Flashback::

Eyes immediately retracted from the trickster of a moon that forced such memories back into his thoughts. Attempts to forget such memories once again he strode over to a nearby newspaper dispenser, breaking the hinge to remove a paper. It cost twenty five cents a paper but "gentlemen do not jingle" so there was no change on his person. With a whistle he made his way down the street, ready to turn the page of the paper when something spectacular caught his eyes. "Jack the Ripper strikes again!!" A delightful chuckle escaped him as he went to read how the described his latest work of art. "Blah blah blah...ah here we go."

{At midnight last night between the streets of Sherlock and Holmes[lmfao I know] two bodies were stumbled upon by a young woman, whose name has yet to be released. The woman, reportedly walked over to the bodies assuming that they were friends of hers. }

"Ha, more like a couple customers. What decent woman travels at this time of night approaching random men in the shadows."

{Passerbys say they heard her a scream from the alley way when she saw that both men had been removed of their flesh. Authorities say that whoever did this took their time making sure that the bodies were skinned perfectly from head to toe. Also even more disturbing is that each body was positioned in a gentlemen's stance, holding their skins draped over an arm like a coat. Another baffling sight was the fact that both men were without their eyes, authorities believing that whoever performed the killings is possibly collecting them, and were holding each others heads in their arms.}

"Oh my, they're on to me and they didn't even add the part about the intestine scarves" A mildly amused chuckle escaped his lips as he continued on his way, listening to the soft words from the air for any possibility of a nice little midnight snack. There was a lack of much movement within the confines of the city at the moment, besides the mangy cats and stray ....dogs..that roamed the cities alleyways. He would have given up on finding a meal on the streets and just aimlessly wandered into a nearby home but a soft voice caught his ear and the scent of blood that loomed within its wisps. Not to mention the faint scent of a vampire nearby. His former smirk grew larger into something of a chesire like grin. Perhaps this night would be more entertaining than he had hoped. There was always a genuine amount of fun to be had when another 'vampire' came into the mix. And even more fun the thought...is she following me? He forced back another fit of eccentric laughter.

[Evelyn]

So foolish and impatient, like an adolescent lioness on her first hunt, she pounced the same moment she spotted her prey of choice. Her mind wouldn't have bothered with strategy at the time; she was unaware of the very word just as she had no known knowledge of the concept itself. Her body informed her of everything she needed, and right now, she knew of two things that were certain. Rushing through this man's body was a dark, thick liquid, and that liquid was the only thing that could cure this aching itch that lingered deep in throat. With all of her thoughts completely focused on her primary goal, to drink every last drop of liquid from the man, what didn't consciously register through her young, wild brain during this moment was the man, himself.

Tall and pale, with an immaculate appearance, he aimlessly strolled down the street with slow, patient steps and no real destination in mind. Just a man simply enjoying the city during a night time hour, which, if she was aware of the existence of clocks and telling time, she would've known that it was exactly two hours and thirteen minutes after midnight, an hour that was far too early in the morning for anyone, male or female, to be wandering the streets in such a lenient manner. Unless, of course, these were the only hours that certain someones were able to safely leave their homes.

Such subtle details would go unnoticed by the famished fledgling, though. It would be a little too late before she realized her mistake as she soared through the air, mid-lunged with lips pulled back, sharp teeth exposed, and fingers viciously curled. Wild blue eyes would widen during this single moment, when the man had stopped his footsteps and turned only his head around to face a sudden, snarling noise. His face didn't hold the same mold that all of her previous meals had. Instead of a mouth opening wide, the man simply smiled at this vicious child.

And if she would've had any knowledge of this crimson liquid itself, besides that it was delicious and nutritious to her, this naive hunter would've noticed that this addicting substance didn't belong to the body it was now flowing in, and it's scent didn't belong to a male, either. Well, of course it didn't. The vampire she lunged after, with a smile showing his red tinted fangs, was never too interested in drinking from men.

Her dark lips had to curve even slightly at the embarrassing memory from a time in her life that she would prefer not to remember too often. That particular event did hold its amusing touch, though, especially during a moment like this, although she was more following a scent than hunting it. A sweet aroma, it was, but she wouldn't ever be the type to knowingly track down a vampire simply out of hunger, at least not after that night. Young enough to not know everything, but she was old enough to have some lessons learned, one of her first lessons being to know exactly what your hunting before you decide to hunt it. Of course, that didn't mean that some good, hostile fun with her own kind would be great practice whenever a mutt wasn't around to play with, but cannibalism was never really her style. Blood was the only substance Evelyn desired warm, and a vampire's blood could never reach that perfect temperature like a human's blood could. In fact, there are only two times she could remember drinking from a vampire, but the reason for those bites had very little to do with hunger and more to do with raging hormones mixed in with a little kinkiness.

Speaking of kinkiness, has our mystery playmate of the night been finally revealed? Partially; the scent was close enough that a glimpse could've been caught. All Evelyn had to do was cross an alleyway, and she would find herself just on the other side of these buildings, strolling along the same street as her next potential toy... but that would be such an obvious approach with no style or fun at all. Not to mention, that unlike humans, who so often repeat their ancestor's history, vampires, who are their own history, would be incredibly ignorant to repeat their mistakes of the past. She'll admit that she's not the smartest creature wandering this earth, but naive and foolish are not adjectives that would be used to describe herself. Over a century ago, blindly following a delicious scent that unknowingly lead toward another hunter instead of her prey was almost expected from the incredibly young, and literally wild, fledgling who wasn't as lucky as these other vampires with their previous knowledge of simple concepts such as language and patience. The latter has still proven to be a little difficult to learn, but since that not-so-long time ago, she would prefer not to run into her own kind dead on without observing them first.

The dark child's appearance could be closely described as a dog skidding along tile as she scrambled throughout the air for something, anything to stop herself before the man did. Lucky, or unlucky, for her, he didn't seem interested in stopping her lunge either. As he simply stepped to the side, "eating dirt" was an understatement of the impact she made with the cobblestone beneath her. Such an unpleasant feeling was associated with a loud crack, and coarse feelings of the ground scratching along her face wasn't exactly comforting, although the feeling wasn't worse than the first time the vampire discovered that anything bright that touched her wasn't good, and as long as brightness was outside, she could not be.

Something huffed from his mouth, although she couldn't tell you what. She was sure that he wasn't trying to communicate with her, because those weird sounds were a little different than this. Scrambling up from the ground as quickly as she could, she turned around in some sort of immediate defense position as her fingers explored her cheeks and jawline to examine what the source of this hurting was. Blue eyes, still wide, stayed focused on her former prey, who was now a possible threat. He continued with his huffing sounds, a pale mouth openly curved with dark eyes gleaming in her direction. He stayed like that for a while, his huffs getting slower and slight, and she wouldn't dare move a muscle, including her eyes that stayed fixed on him, waiting for a twitch or a movement to try and dodge away from.

Then his sounds stopped, his expression changed, and she scuttled back as quickly as she could when she saw one of his long, bottom limbs bend and extend toward her. He paused, she paused again, and then he moved again and she scuttled, this time baring her teeth as a snarl, meant to put some sort of fear in him, ripped through her teeth. And then that huffed sound came out of his mouth again. With the same snarl, she narrowed her eyes up toward his mouth for a moment. What was that sound? Should she have been afraid or threatened by it? Because she wasn't... there was nothing too hostile about it. Just a sound...

And then a more familiar noise, similar to her snarl, was made, and she shuffled and scattered away as she realized that it was her turn to play prey.

Through her peripherals, she checked down each alleyway as she passed by, talking slight sniffs here and there. They were so close, however, that there was no need to take in their aroma, anymore. Besides her own heels clacking, soft footsteps could be heard nearby, and she was partially convinced that her toy was a male, because those weren't exactly heels clacking along the pavement, and whoever was walking had to be tall; for every one clack they made, she had to make two in order to keep up.

Secrecy wasn't a real issue in this little pre-game of stalking her mouse, since her end goal was to meet them, anyways. A tiny, feint chuckle couldn't help but be released at the wonder of what said mouse must've been thinking of someone following them. As if her heels weren't a big enough clue, her scent, now lingering closer to them, had to give her away, unless if this was some incredibly stupid newborn. Hmmm, were they paranoid, or perhaps just simply annoyed in general of their stalker not making her appearance, yet? Maybe, if her toy was a good sport, they were playing along, perhaps thinking of a way to turn the tables and follow her instead, or at any moment trying to make a run for it and begin a chase? So many possibilities, but until she would finally catch a glimpse of them, this following wasn't going to stop....

Oh, and here came along her glimpse now as she walked by another alley.
Her assumption was right; he was a tall male. Fun.
Her head turned to face down the next alley that came along her way. Curious blue eyes took in details, this time. Clean-cut with a suit, newspaper, and a good posture to compliment it all. That wasn't too good of a sign as her mind began to habitually come up with newer assumptions. Businessman was his appearance, which was great if he was a midnight snack; Evelyn had expensive tastes. That wasn't his purpose, though, and unfortunately, the rich ones also happened to be so boring most of the time. Damn.

She was almost convinced that one assumption was proven wrong. Relatives never did come up in any of her conversations with Miss Zoli, but when she thought about it, their times spent together were filled with more productive activities than simply chit-chatting. It is possible that she could have a family somewhere. Vampire families were a little rare to run into, though, and if there were anymore lovely Macabres running around, Evelyn didn't exactly picture them to be so .... formal. And, no, that wasn't an insult to her lovely dollie. She much preferred the lack of such properness running around.

Her hopes for a fun night were now dwindling down as she became slightly disappointed with her assumptions. Then again ... assumptions could always be wrong, can't they?

"Find anything interesting in the paper, tonight?" Spoken in a rather normal, soft tone, as if she was strolling right beside him. There was no need to try and speak louder to cover the distance between them. A mouse's squeak could be heard from a much farther distance; therefor her voice wouldn't pass through his ears unheard, even with the buildings that blocked their way. She took a final glance of him before reverting her attention to herself as she inspected the dried blood splattered all over her fingers and hands. "They say a serial killer is on the loose..." She couldn't hold back her own chuckle to that statement as she began scratching off red flakes from her skin. "...and that it's dangerous for anyone to be wandering the streets so late at night, which makes my recent nights rather boring."

[/b] was the blonde one that never payed enough attention to Urik's hair to see that it was indeed lacking that golden tint to it XD. So, I slightly edited up just the last part of this post so my mistakes don't make my darling Eve look like an idiot.][/ul][/blockquote]