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Netvor did not smirk or even pay attention at Seth's comment. Anyone can die at anytime... if not life, the dates on these tombstones can tell you that. Finishing up the stitching, Netvor tied the knot. Slowly standing up, Netvor glanced over in Seth's direction, his long claw retracting back. "It's entertaining... how people talk when they are nervous." Netvor's figure was cast completely in shadow as a cloud went over the moon, the air around them was cold, stale, and thick with the smell of blood. Turning to face him, Netvor continued, "I have little to no interest in harming you, boy. Hiding is pointless. And, although... I care little for conversation.... I'd like to see your face." Netvor grinned at saying this, the edges of sharp white teeth being slightly visible as the cloud began to drift, letting in the moon's light.

Netvor studied his face, and licking his lips in an almost sudductive manner, said, "I am.... rather fond of your eyes." Reaching down onto the dead girl, he reached into his pocked and pulled out a compact mirror. Flipping it open and looking at himself, he said in an almost soothing voice, "However... I must say I like mine better." Closing it and tossing it against a tombstone, the mirror shattered into several small pieces onto the ground. "Hmm.... why...." Netvor looked down at the distorted face of the dead female. "Have you ever... eaten, another human, boy? Maybe a lycan, or even vampires taste devine... have you ever tasted blood from any other source than what runs through your veins?" Taking off his tattered cloak, he put it over the dead body, revealing his outfit, before glancing back at Seth. He said in a musical tone, almost singing, "You are young, you don't want to face your own demise... or that not everyone dies in their sleep, including the people you meet." Appearing within feet of him, very very fast, Netvor said, pointing at the gravestone, "Look here, look at this date. Most people are not old when they meet their fate." Netvor took one step towards him, his smell being between that of sweet incense and blood. "You trap, you kill, you eat. That is what a good human, or any other creature, always does. Basic instinct... and if one can eat what they wish, trap what they wish, kill what they wish... why, it is nature's right." Turning away suddenly, Netvor laughed light heartedly to himself, finding it amusing he was spending his time speaking with this boy... maybe because of his good mood from the last kill.

Netvor showed a bit of amusement on his face, this was the first human to speek who had interested him in some time. "So, you are here fairly often...." He glanced at the body, which rested on top of the grave the boy knew. Bending over, Netvor picked it up, slinging it over his shoulder with ease, and walked over about 30 yards to an empty grave with an uncarved tomb stone, he dropped the body in. Turning, he said, "I don't know a name or age to put on this tombstone." Turning back to it, Netvor looked for a pen or something on his person, and not finding one, simply took out his knife and carved the only thing he knew, the date of death, onto the tombstone. Netvor didn't know why he did it... maybe because it would personally annoy him to find a dead body from someone else in one of his favorite spots, which he assumed this place was that for this boy. Walking back over to the boy, Netvor leaned against an angel statue, and stroking his chin, cleaning the blood off of it, he said, "Hmm... Boy, you seem only to be a teenage human. But, did you know that girl there?" Netvor pointed to the tombstone.

Netvor actually cracked a real smile, "Sorry about that, boy..." Looking again at the grave, Netvor shrugged his shoulders, and licking the little bit of blood that was left on his lips, said, "If it's of any comfort, boy... I stabbed her in the heart. She was dead within a few moments, and the shock of it with fear..." He looked back to Seth. "She didn't feel anything."

Netvor's face went back to it's usual look, raising his hand to his lips, he thought about it, then tilted his head, and with hand motion said, "That would be no fun... Fear and beauty are quite the combination."

Netvor paused, thinking about that. "..... Netvor. You?" This was almost odd to him... the most he had spoken in years was perhaps a few exchanged words with his victims. Although, he figured the boy was afraid for his life... little did he know Netvor only had preferance to women and children, although the boy seemed about in the age group, he did not appeal as a meal to Netvor. So there, at least for the moment, was no concern for that.

Netvor made a slight with his shoulder, and said with a smirk, "I'm afraid... my presence had not been tolerated in society for some time. Although I never saw the musical... I did once find the script and read through it."

"I despise cooked meat...." Netvor said, gagging at the idea. It honestly deeply insulted an annoyed him what the boy said.... Sweeny Todd had never impressed him in the least. Some guy comes back, think's his wife is dead, goes crazy, and just happens to find a way to hide the bodies by making them into pies... Todd never even ate the pies, nor did the girl who made them. Although this comment made Netvor wonder what the boy's tongue would taste like if it cut it out of his mouth, Netvor decided against it. Sweeny Todd was cliche, over done, overly admired to the point some people think the man actually existed. Now, there was one cannibal, by the name of Salazar, who was real and whom Netvor wanted to meet. The boy was only a teenager, what could Netvor expect from human youth? "You're blood smells sweet, by the way... You are lucky to be in your teens, I would estimate about of fifteen years... any younger, and you would fall into the catagory of humans I devour." Now if you were a vampire, I would eat a vampire at any age.... they are like wine, and grow finer with age. Ahh... what a treat an elder vampire is to eat. Netvor thought to himself, remembering the last time he got to enjoy such a delicacy.