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Armand walked on his way and was gone as soon as he had came, but if there was any recollection of who Armand used to be in Cossettes eyes, she would know he was back, no matter how long it took to click.


{exeunt}

Aleister gave her a lackluster look, things becoming very clear. Cosette hadn't been frightened by the glimpse of his teeth, or hadn't noticed it at least. But when she opened her mouth; displaying her small, sharp fangs; the Death Dealer nodded to himself in understanding. This girl was also a Vampire, probably the first he had encounter while in New York City. Aleister couldn't really remember right now. Though, chances were, Cosette was his first encounter with a vampire in the City, or for that matter in a great while.

He flashed his teeth courteously in a smile, ignoring the connotations in having to find a new Ipod. He didn't care for the sneaky suggestions of violence in the sentences of others of his species. Though, Aleister was the military type and either spoke freely or didn't speak at all. He kept it at the back of his mind and shrugged his shoulders at Cosette's last topic of interest.

"I've had my fill tonight," The vampire responded pleased, patting his belly as if bloated from an over-abundance of nourishment. Despite this, Aleister stood up from his seat and offered his hand, "I apologize for not introducing myself sooner, Miss. My name is Aleister Gravelines."

Apparently, Cosette had never heard of the term overfishing. The humans do run out and when they do the vampires will surely follow suit. It was the duty of Vampires around the world to protect the food supply; because although the humans were all stupid and filthy (for the most part) they were all the night walkers had for nourishment. Once again, as expected, Alesiter had kept the sentiment to himself, taking that lady's hand instead. The ex Lt. Commander of the Royal Navy bent over, placing a soft kiss on her tiny fist, effortlessly reeling back as customary before he seemed like he was just slobbering on Cosette's hand. Though, uncomfortable in a position like Cosette's, it definitely was not overbearing or exaggerated when performed by Aleister. It was respectful and considered a lady's personal space. The vampire had about two life times worth of practice for that.

He faced her once more, promptly removing her from his grasp. He didn't enjoy performing the formality, being much more accustomed to the battlefield than dinner parties, but made it a point to do what's customary of him. Especially in a time such as this when all sorts of traditions (that actually happened to be good) were being thrown down the toilet. "The pleasure is mine, Cosette," Aleister began with a polite nod and grin before adding, "I'm glad that you're refreshed. Those who are too quick to draw the blade are those who do not truly understand and appreciate the damage they rot." It was evident that if Aleister was anything, it was surely purpose driven.

"But as you were saying, where did you want to usher me too?"

Aleister felt Cosette's curiosity quite quickly, either through the clues in her features, or through the empathetic link he unknowingly created with everyone with his latent psychic powers. The Death Dealer couldn't be considered a vampire of the psychic variety, his mental powers only so faint that it could only be sensed by those potent. Cosette would feel the faint thrum but she was probably used to that by now; especially when the individual's power was no where near hers with no possibility of improvement. None of that was neither here nor there as Cosette interrupted him and asked a question of her own. He was right. She was curious.

"I was born months before the death of King George IV." If Cosette had been taught any semblance of history during her days; she would know that he could have either been born on 1929 or in 1930 which was the year of the King's death. He didn't mention his later career in the Royal Navy, for obvious reasons from his past. As a deserter, Aleister wasn't allowed the luxury of boasting his credentials. Though, what was obvious to Cosette was simple, Aleister had lived through the Victorian Era.

"Fun?" Aleister looked baffled by the question. His hobbies were rather short these days, if you can even call killing Lycans and Tainted hobbies. He remembered fond memories of sailing, playing chess, drinking in taverns and gambling. But the need to do any of those were long gone. The vampire looked around, slightly nervous, not entirely knowing what he should say. He took his seat again. "No and I guess I am like a Doberman.." He changed the subject, "Cosette? Are you thirsty?"