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Micheal G'Vanni
At the first "You look lost" he jumped. He whirled to the speaker, and froze.
Oh God. He was caught.
But his reasoning mind caught up with his panic and he regained himself, though not by much. The voice didn't sound threatening. Pleasant, and mildly curious. Unless he was toying with him and just wanted to lure him into a false sense of security and smash him to a building and bite and suck him dry- No, no, calm down. He tilted his head up, just enough to glance at the smile of the man. He swallowed, and tried to calm his excitedly beating heart.
"Not at all." He surprised himself without stuttering, or trembling in his voice. But his knees made up for that. Thankfully, those weren't visible under the coat. "I was just on my way to the dump-" Oh crap, why did he mention that? What would a vampire be doing at the dump? "I know human rebels appear around there." Right, right, think vampire, think vampire. "I was getting hungry." He licked his lips, a nervous gesture, but unknowingly adding a bit to his act. Pathetically.

Micheal G'Vanni
The discovered human's plain brown eyes widened in shock, then awe and amaze as his body rose of it's own accord. So the stories were true then, vampires did have strange otherworldly abilities. The surprise made him loose his balance, but he merely floated back, his body and clothes bouncing and rotating to fit the vampire's will. His hood fell back, and though his hands flew up to pull it back over his imperfect human head, he knew it wouldn't have mattered anyway.
Well, shiznit. It was good while it lasted.
His feet instinctively stretched out for the unreachable ground as his arms went out to his sides to find some semblance of balance, not really able to tear his eyes away from the black figure standing calmly before him.
"Well, I'm really near sighted." he defended. "I can't really go without them."
The fact that it was ludicrous for him to be arguing with a vampire that had just boasted of loving the look of fear on the human's face instead of pleading for his life did not occur to him. Instead, he rambled the story he had thought over during his two hour journey, in the case he did get caught. Well, better safe than sorry.
"So now I'm found out. I'm guessing you aren't gonna let me back to my family, huh?"
The cloak fell back again frustratingly, showing his disgruntled face. He wished the creature would pull back his own hood. He wanted to see what it looked like for himself.

Micheal G'Vanni
Mikey was speechless. The face that looked at him was perfect. Absolutely symmetrical, flawless, positively glowing in the night. His mind did not even register the coat hovering beside the man now. He could only gape. Then darkness took over his vision, and he squeaked once in surprise, then fell silent in thrilled terror as he felt himself pulled along, and his helplessness sank in.
He didn't dare say a word on the way to the vampire's quarters, though the vampire's "promise" sent a trill through his spine. His feet still moved about, and his arms were still unstable, though he tried to still his movement as best he could, even with the disorienting experience of hovering who knew how high off the ground. He didn't want to draw attention to himself. How was he going to get out of this? Would he ever get out of this? The moment he touched ground, he let out a yelp of surprise, and collapsed to the floor. He blinked as his vision returned to him and he looked around somewhat in shock. Where was he exactly? A basement? With a workbench? Did vampires even... whoa.
He clenched his jaw, looking at the muscular body with a mixture of admiration and envy. He blinked, his brain telling him he missed something.
"I'm sorry... what did you say?"

Micheal G'Vanni
Even as Mikey stood quickly from his fallen state, he still felt as though he were moving. Psychic sickness, if there was such a thing. He looked to the vampire, a little nervous as to where he was going with all this. His knee started shaking again as he started to try to think this through. So he was already found out. But he wasn't dead yet. He tried not to stare at the stunning features of the man in front of him. He was more beautiful then he had imagined. But he also more deadly, able to render him- "Ya!"
Helpless. He looked for a second in surprise at the chair that had been forced to him, until a beer bottle appeared in front of him. He glanced between the bottle, and the vampire before taking the bottle, though not quite moving to open it yet. Just talk, huh?
"I... Mr. G'Vanni, please." Mikey stated. He wasn't sure how to feel about this man saying his nickname. "Or Micheal, if that feels too formal," he offered quickly. He self consciously looked away from the red-hued eyes of his "captor" and clutched his cold beer bottle. "I...W-Well I don't think you have to worry about me "copulating" with any "rebel females," he half joked. "No girl will even look at me, let alone get together with me." He cleared his throat, "But to be serious, I'm not... well, I don't think you really have anything to fear from me. I mean, you caught me before I even started my mission, let alone before I was a threat to you."

Isis

The night went on and Isis grew hungry. She walked out of the hotel, giving the keeper a wink before exiting. She walked down the street, picking up homeless and stragglers and sucked them dry. Hours went by until she finished since she walked through the entire city. In total she had fed on 58 victims who had been up and about at in the worng place at the wrong time. She was bloated with blood. She was more than satisfied. Normallly she feels sated after she feeds only on 3 victims, but she was ravenous. She looked fattened with blood, havng only weighed 105 pounds before, she was so fattened she looked like she was 150 pounds. She was gigh on blood as if it were a drug. She had not had such a feeding frenzy in centuries. But the effect wore off. It did not take long before she went back to normal, however she felt far more depressed, as if she were coming down from the most exquisite high. Yet she knew that her life was meaningless. She would never allow herself to live for the kill as the animals of the world do. To live for nothing, is the human way but not hers. Isis grew cold and depressed. As she walked down the street she grew angry and punched a wall. Her punch sent a rippling shockwave which collapsed another wall causing a domino effect. The building collapsed entirely and fell on her, She could have moved but she jsut wanted to die. She lie there under the rubble, a frail looking woman who would seem as though she had simply had a wallfall on her. SHe did not even bother to get up. She would lie there until she saw fit.

Micheal G'Vanni
Inside, Mikey did a little jig at hearing his fancy last name coming from the vampire's lips. It made him sound.... sophisticated. Competent. The older boy still looked away shiftily at the man's comment, and nervously rubbed the back of his neck. Well... he felt he had good reason to be nervous around women. They had this weird radar thing that was always honed in on him, and it was always for the worst...

Oddly enough, he felt calmed at the man's comment. "Vampire females" let him a bit more into his mind, and let him know that he wasn't talking down to him... necessarily. Unless the man was derogatory toward the girls of his own race... in which case that seemed a little counterproductive. Still, to hear of him having the similar struggles made him skeptical, (who ever heard of a vampire actually having trouble attracting women?) but at the same time relaxed. Like having a comrade in arms. Or, comrade not in arms. He wondered for a moment if he was like him.

So, it was with a smile that he raised his own bottle, somehow not very shaken at something as small as a cap popping off.
"Amen to that. Er, I mean," he faltered, wondering if that would be considered sacrilege in this case, "Cheers, Mr...?"

Micheal G'Vanni
He blinked for a moment at the name relayed to him. His lips tried to form the names as best he could under his breath. Foooltak. Fultak Croola- Crooala...
He stopped and looked up at the question. He glanced at the bottle and took a polite drink, though he was never one to hold down his alcohol. Even now, the bitter taste was more repulsive than relaxing. He still forced himself to take three deep gulps, praying that getting some alcohol in his system would help him say what he needed without getting too nervous. He tightened his lips and smoothed out his disgusted face as best he could.
"Well..." He looked at the pleasant face before him, and licked his lips as his real reason slipped past in his thoughts. I wanted to see one for myself. "Neither," he said out loud. "I'm a..." freak, "I'm unusual."

Micheal G'Vanni
He kept his mouth shut for that. His face burned bright scarlet at the vampire's laughter, and his feet shuffled self consciously. He still repeated the name in his head, hoping to remember it. He had a feeling he'd remember "Friend" more than "Abwhile-e-aa" though.
It was strange, as Abhila changed his drink of choice to wine, Mikey realized again how he seemed to have strange thoughts. His first was that vampires must be very fickle, or just couldn't make up their minds. The second, was that the image would have been absolutely perfect if the man had a Victorian tailcoat to match the motion, even if his bare torso was perfect in every way. The third was that he wondered if he would drop the glass if he tried to hold it himself like that.
All the sillier thoughts flew out the window as the vampire bared his teeth. Then everything clicked. Of course. He was toying with him. There was an overwhelming sense of disappointment and regret. Abhila was nothing like him. He wasn't morbidly fascinated with humans as he was with vampires. He had just taken him in for a meal, because he thought he was an actual fighting rebel. He had been probably just been going into his head to figure out just the perfect thing to say. He should have known better after that comment about not getting women. As if.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, my "friend"," the tone would have been biting from his anger, but he was too soft spoken for such things, "But I'm not really a slayer. Even if I actually knew what I was doing, I doubt I'd be much of a fight for you."
Well, maybe this way at least one of his secret wishes was met. The stories of a vampire's charm were spot on.