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 Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 1:28 am
Andrew - Mathias - Larow
"Not quite a myth..." He grinned and opened his mouth, stabbing his finger with his left canine tooth. "Vampire," he pointed at her, "Werewolf." When she placed her hand in his, he didn't wait to bring her hand to his mouth. Before she could freak out because of what he was, he began licking her wounds, savoring the taste of the blood. It wasn't sweet, like human blood, but it was blood nonetheless, strangely, it was good blood for a werewolf. It took quite a bit for him to pull back and let go of her hand, which had been fully healed by now.
"There's your proof, I suppose." He smiled nervously as he stuffed his shaking hands in his jacket pockets. He had tasted her blood and he wanted more, however, asking would be a bit rude, especially when Lydia was just learning the truth about vampires and werewolves. "I don't suppose we could go somewhere where I could... well, I'm quite hungry at the moment. A cafe, or something?" To keep from scaring her off, he decided it was best to deal with the stale blood than to have her think he was a savage. That was one thing he hated about most people, because he was a vampire, they assumed he was a murderer.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 7:46 am
[quot  Lydia Bane Falkor : Werewolf “With blood on my hands and senses most unhuman...” Lydia looked up as Andrew grinned, pointing at his teeth. She automatically flinched, taking a small step backward. She frowned slightly, more concerned about her flinching then she was the fear that was roiling at the bottom of her stomach. She wasn't exactly scared of him exactly, she had more of a fear of the unknown. Most humans had that fear, it was quite common. "I... I'm not a werewolf," She commented softly, leaning away from him a bit. If he wasn't holding her hand she probably would have booked it out of the park. Yet... It made sense didn't it? Waking up one night, a night of the full moon, covered in blood. Who knew whose blood it was but the full moon thing made sense. She didn't even care to notice the phase of the moon that night, her attention more on the blood that colored her clothes and pooled on the floor.
Lydia snapped back to attention as she felt something slide across the palm of her hand. Looking at Andrew she realized he was licking her hand, his tongue sliding across her wounds. Instead of pulling back, like she should have, she watched with a curiousity that overpowered her fear. When he was done she pulled back her hands and looked at them. All traces of scrapes were completely gone, her skin smooth and a healthy pink again. She glanced up at him, running a thumb over the spot where the scrape used to be. After a few moments of looking at her hand she leaned forward to pick up her sketchbook, clutching it to her chest like a shield.
Lydia was pretty certain she should run now. The human instinct to run away from threats, which vampires probably were, should be running through her body. But she was curious and a bit frightened, not wanting to run like her life depended on it. She was frightened of what he was, what she was, and what other creatures were out there. If vampires and werewolves existed then why not others? Just as she was about to turn around and run Andrew spoke again, capturing her attention. If she ran she probably wouldn't ever get answers, forever cursed to wake up every full moon covered in blood or something. She shuddered once at the thought before looking at the dark-haired vampire. He was probably the closest to an answer she would get. "Okay," She answered in a whisper, taking a small step closer to him. She still had the sketchbook clutched in front of her chest, her hands causing it to shake slightly. She was still trying to process what was going on.
“...Just what am I?”
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 2:37 pm
Andrew - Mathias - Larow
"I can smell your fear..." His smile faded, but he still had a calm expression. "It's a bit overwhelming." He turned to look around nervously, his eyes taking in their surroundings. When he looked back to her, his smile had returned, "You can trust me, I don't bite." He smirked before looking down at the sketchbook clutched to her chest. She was shaking with fear, as he had expected, but he hadn't expected her to be that scared. Perhaps he shouldn't have said anything about her being a werewolf, but then again, that might not have turned out so well either. As a werewolf, she would have the confidence that she could at least defend herself against a vampire.
"It is against the law to attack without reasonable cause. I don't want to be imprisoned. The laws are a lot stricter for us 'mythical beings'." He said this more to try and help her realize she could trust him, but then again, anyone could say that and not mean it. "Come on, there's a cafe near here and I'd rather have stale blood than do something stupid..."
Andrew sniffed the air momentarily before turning to follow the main sidewalk out of Central Park, pausing to look back a couple of times to make sure Lydia was still following him. He was sure that if she ran he'd instinctively chase her down, but he wouldn't hurt her. It would be more of a game. He hadn't had a good game of chase lately, he was the type of person to enjoy hunting someone down, so long as he didn't accidentally harm them.
((ooc: Meet up at Cafe?))
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 4:28 pm
[Okay, I'll meet you there. ^^]
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