AU: I'm a Vampire, Who Are You? (Open!)

[Samuel Rixon]

Note: This is more or less taking after Levi’s version of Sam. Sparkly vampire world! ... No, no one said Twilight.

Sam whooped loudly as he dropped down from roof he had just been on top of. There was something thrilling about the fact that he could drop sixty feet and land just like a cat. This being a vampire thing was awesome. He didn’t care that he didn’t remember how it had happened, all he cared about was that it was awesome.

He was actually fairly sure it had happened the same night of Vincent’s 21st birthday party. He knew he had gotten very, very drunk, and that it was where his human memories ended. Not that it mattered anymore. That had been a good few years ago, and he was still treating life as the undead as one big party.

At the moment, he was well fed. One thing he had learned quickly was that, while he didn’t like the actual feeding process idea, instincts had a tendency to take over. He had also learned that he liked taking prey outside of nightclubs and bars. Whether it was his imagination or not, he was fairly certain he got a little buzz off of their blood. Real alcohol sadly did nothing for him these days, so he would take what he could from the blood of intoxicated humans.

He had fed the previous night, his eyes burning bright red, and he was in the mood to be social. He hadn’t found many vampires as he’d wandered (thrilled he didn’t need school anymore, or a job for that matter), but none had seemed very willing to keep him around for very long. He kept being called things like ‘immature’ and ‘irresponsible’ . Much like he had as a human teenager.

Oh well. He was sure he’d find someone to visit with soon enough. Especially in a city. He even looked relatively human, still. He had on jeans and a hoodie, trying to keep his skin as covered as much as possible. If the red eyes weren’t a dead giveaway, the light reflecting off of his skin usually did the trick. People seemed more willing to approach him if he wasn’t looking like a disco ball.

And hey, if all else failed and he got bored, he would just go stake out a bar.

[Eveangel Stonefeather]

Eve stepped out of the night club. She had a few drinks, strong drinks, but she wasn't drunk. She wasn't even wasted. She kept touching the hilt of her dagger hidden beneath her skirt. Sometimes her sonic scream didn't stop whatever creeps were out in the city that night. She pushed her straightened black hair out of her face and dug into her purse for her phone.

She checked the time. It was just a little bit before midnight. The night was still pretty young. Some idiots drunkenly bumped into her. She growled a warning at them. Eve wasn't in the mood to be messed with. Some men in the club she had just exited had groped her... She shook her head.

Another idiot ran into her, he was dressed in a hoody and jeans. "Hey idiot! Watch it!" she yelled, stopping abruptly and trying to stay on her feet.

[Samuel Rixon]

Sam had been heavily distracted when he'd run into the woman. Namely with keeping his sharp eyes on a particularly shiny billboard as he'd moved. The smallest things kept the simplest minds occupied sometimes.

So he was somewhat surprised when he felt something soft, and heard the yelling. It took a moment for him to skid to a stop. He could hear her pulse, his head cocked to the side. Had he not fed the other night, she might have been in danger. Right now? Sam was as harmless as a vampire ever got.

"I was watching!" He pointed to the billboard reflecting the street lights. "See?" Moving unnaturally fast, he stopped in front of her and cocked his head the other way. "Who're you?" Because that was an appropriate greeting.

[Eveangel Stonefeather]

"Who's asking?" Eve retorted, fingering the dagger outside her skirt. This guy was the total creep. Hoody covered his eyes and the jeans looked as if they were too sizes too big. From what she could pinpoint from the street lights reflecting off his skin, he was extremely pale. Paler than she was. And he moved with insane speed. Was he a vampire? Did those even exist?

The dark haired woman shook her head. Maybe not too many drinks, but perhaps they were too strong for her body. She shivered from the cold draft that played with her bare legs. "Dude, don't even. No, go away," she decided, walking away from him.

Yeah, he was interesting, he moved fast and from what she could see, he was cute, but she was grumpy, cold and almost tipsy. Under these circumstances, she would absolutely have a headache in the morning if she tried to protect herself by using her sonic scream.