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"Your prey?" Nova asked. "And... I'd prefer you if you didn' call me Kalika." Those vampires. They were so rude. He looked back at the human and smiled. Nova looked into the Achyls who was holding on to the human's arm, the Kalika's eyes grey eyes getting a hint of red in them. "Why do you have to feed on someone so pretty? Go find someone ugly," Nova said and waved his hand to shoo the Achyls away. Nova walked over to the vampire who seemed to be leading this little hunt and ran his hand down his chest. "Unless you want this kid as your feeding bag." He smiled and looked back at the human, eyes back to their normal grey color while he held a happy look on his face. He meant the human no harm, and he hoped that was how the other felt.

Nova took the other's hand and smiled, a quick shake of his head. "No, you owe me nothing. Those guys are just bullies," he said and looked at the other. He leaned in close and looked over his face. The other did smell as though he had exquisit(sp) blood, but he would not allow himself to be tempted. He was at that stage in his life that if he fed on a human, they would be with him forever. He had waited too long to pick someone to be his human. If he fed on anyone, then he would be stuck with him. He had no idea if this guy was good or not; although, he really did not give Nova a bad feeling. "Oh, I forgot," he said and stood up straight again. "I am Nova Kalika." He shook the hand and smiled. "Pleased to meet you."

"Oh, what? Feeding bag?" Nova put his finger to his mouth like a child thinking and shrugged. "I'm not sure. It was just something that came to my mouth," he said and giggled. He had to come up with something to drive the human away from using those words... Especially around vampires. Nova giggled again and looked around. He did not sense any vampires nearby, so they were safe for the time being. The Kalika male walked around the human and tilted his head to the side. "Mitsuki... That's a nice name," he mumbled. "Hey, you should head home now. It's getting dark, and I'm sure more of those creeps will come out." He nodded confidently and started to head home himself. It probably was not safe to even go home for him. His father would yell at him for not finding a feeding bag while on his walk, then he would hear his father talking about it all night long until the sun comes up and everyone's at the table for breakfast. He sighed heavily as he walked away.

After looking around for a while, the boy started down th street. Now he was standing straight up but he still held his side. "Hey, kein." he hoalard to a man of about thirty that sat behind a counter cleaning dishes, the man looked up and smirked. "hey anything good?" He asked as he moved over to the counter.

"Aaah, well nothing at the moment..." Kein paused as he looked over the boy. "Icarus, really you should stop getting into fights." He shook his head. "One of these days i'll tell your mom."

Icarus mumbled under his breathe. "Kein, I'm eighteen, I can do whatever I want without her permission." he stopped and thought, a smirk ran across his face for a split second. "Stop being an old lady, Kain!" the boy said sarcasticly as he walked away with a wave of his hand and dissappeared into the crowd. He walked around aimlessly until he came upon an empty street that lead to his little appartment. Icarus smiled when he was alone and sighed.

Armand looked over the edge of the building at the bloodied ground before turning away from it and clutching hold of the edge of his top hat before jumping down into the shadows of the alley front. He stepped out into the street, his shin high boots making a tiny clacking sound as he walked down the street following the boy to a shop. He was yelling at some man. How queer. Talking to. . . his boss? No one talks to their boss. He smirked at the ending of the conversation, his shoes clicking in an almost soundless way as he continued his effortless trek to keep track of the boy. The night helped and the fact that he was literally light on his feet. The darkness was one of the few things he still enjoyed after turning a human aged of 17 and being plagued by his god forsaken thirst.

Icarus -he assumed it was the boy's name since the man had called him by that- seemed to walk in no ordinary fashion, still holding his side as if in pain. He could smell the blonde's blood sharply now, since he was walking down an empty street, and it made him all the more desirous to the vampire. Now was the time he'd take action.

Armand walked a bit fast, catching up to the blonde and firmly but gently forcing him to a wall with his back against it. Making a cage out of his bdy and arms, he leered down at Icarus, his eyes half lidded and his lips twisted upwards in a demented smile. His top hat had gone slanted and he looked rather mysterious but threatening. He leaned forawrd, putting his weight on his hands which were flat on the wall on either side of the blonde.
"Hello little one. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to walk down dark streets alone?"

(( oops! right hun. I guess I wasn't thinking. . . You know what I mean! >_< ))

In the distance the vampire saw something. Was that a vampire? He could smell blood. Who was giving off the scent? He shook his head. Nova had to keep his wits together... Not to give into the instincts. Maybe he could help another human from a vampire. He walked over to the two, standing back at a safe distance, his stomach growling loudly. He glared when he realized that the one there was actually one from the Achyls clan. Why did they always have to cause trouble? And even after he got ran over by the car. He leaned with his back to the wall and slid down slowly, his strength being sapped from him. He needed sustenance... He needed something to assist his survival. "Father... Help me..." he said with little affect. How was his father going to hear him? He was probably still grumping over how Nova had not even thought about finding one to be his human. However... How could he now in his condition. He sighed. So that was how Nova Kalika was going to die? He sat up and slowly pushed himself up the wall. No way was he going to give in to something as pathetic as that. He wanted to live and love. He smiled.

"M-My I should just pick a human..." Nova mumbled weakly and stumbled off. To anyone who had no vampire blood, he seemed to be a drunk man walking the streets at night. That was definetly something he did not want plastered all over him. The drunk man who was only seventeen, the age he appeared to be. He walked down the streets and away from all the people. It seemed to be quieter in this part of town, the more sophisticated side. He grinned. Being in a more calm area was something he needed. Perhaps he would be able to find that one human guy again. What was his name? Mitsuki? That was it. A sly smile spread across Nova's face. He was always told that when he drank the blood of someone once he reached the age of one hundred and fifty years, the person would become his life-long feeding source. What if he willed it not to happen? He grinned. That would be nice... He sniffed the air as he somehow caught the scent of that guy. It would have been better to get a drink from that one guy with the Achyls vampire, but maybe he had plans for that human... Nova was too weak to bother helping out. He stumbled to the bookstore where his nose led him. Outside the window, he peered inside and slumped against the building. He was just too weak. The vampire needed to find food. If only his father was there to give him some... He sighed. "Seems this is how I will leave this world," he said and placed his forehead on the window.

Armand smirked as he watched the startlingly blue eyes shift from his face to his arms then back again.
"Not little are we. . . " It was almost tauntingly said. "Then I sure I don't have to ask your permission to take you as my feeding bag."
Such a disgraceful word for one so beautiful, but until he learned that Icarus was the boy's real name, he didn't think he would use it. He looked to the side at the scent of stale blood that wasn't his. Another was near. A weaker vampire that had not yet found his feeding bag either. Appearantly he hadn't found a way of getting blood out of a victim without actually tearing or biting the skin himself. How entertaining. He caught the boy's arms fall to his side out of hte corner of his eyes. Planing to hit me? He'll find that won't exactly work.
Being starved only made Armand less patient and more agressive. Which meant this boy pinned before him would have little time to agree to his antics before he would be forced into it. Let's say. . . a day, give or take a few precious hours.
"It seems one of my brother was looking to interupt. . . " He murmured as he watched the other vampire back away, then he turned back to the human he had found. "Well precious. I'm hungry, and that doesn't bode well for you at this moment in time."
He was using all his will not to skip all this talk and simply draw out the blood from the boy's neck. It was calling for him, yeasing him with it's distinctive perfumed scent. He leaned a bit close, determined to make this human jump out of his skin with either fright or nervousness.