Dark brown eyes focused on a few people, some tethered to one another and fully intent on finishing the night in each other arms—in each others wet holes. They were sort of interesting. He supposed. Human sex was deliciously messy and saturated, if not a little dramatic at times. They only chained themselves to monogamy because they didn’t live long enough to know any better. Add another hundred years to their lifespan and monogamy would go right out the window. Probably. Then again, there were creatures in the universe that lived longer than five hundred years who mated for life, so what did he know?
And then something caught his eye, making him grin beneath the veil he hid himself in.
Vampires luring stupid human men. He’d almost feel sorry for them; he would. But it was their own idiotic fault for trying to take advantage of someone they thought weaker.
Asher stood then, hopping up to walk the narrow brick wall of the building as he got a closer look. They were young too, the scamps. Probably tear their throats out, make a perfect mess for the red and blues to contemplate—eventually blame on an animal attack.
He snorted. Animal attack. Right.
But then another presence made itself known—a woman by the feel of her. Asher turned then, looking down just as the girl rushed her. It was too quick for his tastes. He’d have played a little, but he couldn’t fault her for giving him a show—even if she didn’t know it.
Pretty little thing to be cutting up vampires, he thought as he walked off the edge and landed in the alley. His boots thumped loudly just before he pushed brown-black strands out of his eyes. Before she could walk entirely out the alley he made his form transition into plumes of black smoke laced in blinking bits of color—starry light in a moving night sky. He planted himself in front of her, doing nothing to hide how he’d appeared, and leaned into the wall with a grin.
He was in jeans and a simple grey t-shirt, but over it was a black leather jacket. His shoulder-length strands were tied back, half of them falling into his eyes. He liked the look of Korean men; they were pretty. Not all hard angled and big to the point of KILLITWITHFIRE that some Europeans men were. Plus, men and women both seemed to enjoy it—his chosen form. And he rather liked to look appealing.
“I’m pretty sure they wanted to do that,” he said, replying to her earlier comment about the two vamps. “It’s what they do, after all—drink blood. Feast on humankind.” His accent was most definitely American, his voice a little like warm rum—caustic and delicious. “I mean, really, when you break it down—those two fools you let get away were the real villains. The world would’ve been better served without them. Don’t ya think?”
And then something caught his eye, making him grin beneath the veil he hid himself in.
Vampires luring stupid human men. He’d almost feel sorry for them; he would. But it was their own idiotic fault for trying to take advantage of someone they thought weaker.
Asher stood then, hopping up to walk the narrow brick wall of the building as he got a closer look. They were young too, the scamps. Probably tear their throats out, make a perfect mess for the red and blues to contemplate—eventually blame on an animal attack.
He snorted. Animal attack. Right.
But then another presence made itself known—a woman by the feel of her. Asher turned then, looking down just as the girl rushed her. It was too quick for his tastes. He’d have played a little, but he couldn’t fault her for giving him a show—even if she didn’t know it.
Pretty little thing to be cutting up vampires, he thought as he walked off the edge and landed in the alley. His boots thumped loudly just before he pushed brown-black strands out of his eyes. Before she could walk entirely out the alley he made his form transition into plumes of black smoke laced in blinking bits of color—starry light in a moving night sky. He planted himself in front of her, doing nothing to hide how he’d appeared, and leaned into the wall with a grin.
He was in jeans and a simple grey t-shirt, but over it was a black leather jacket. His shoulder-length strands were tied back, half of them falling into his eyes. He liked the look of Korean men; they were pretty. Not all hard angled and big to the point of KILLITWITHFIRE that some Europeans men were. Plus, men and women both seemed to enjoy it—his chosen form. And he rather liked to look appealing.
“I’m pretty sure they wanted to do that,” he said, replying to her earlier comment about the two vamps. “It’s what they do, after all—drink blood. Feast on humankind.” His accent was most definitely American, his voice a little like warm rum—caustic and delicious. “I mean, really, when you break it down—those two fools you let get away were the real villains. The world would’ve been better served without them. Don’t ya think?”
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
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