Terri
Just two weeks ago, Theron had been drowning himself in some of the finest spirits Cretaine had to offer. He had received a generous bonus for his recent endeavors in the name of the Mapmaker's Guild, praises from the guildmasters for his attention to detail filling both his pockets and his head. Of course, he had managed to blow most of it in just a matter of _two days,_ but at least he had enjoyed himself for those 48 hours before he inevitably needed to keep an eye out for work again. Luck would strike in the form of an internal job posting for a specific area close to Morikinda, meaning he would need to make the venture into elven lands. 

Theron remembered making a face at the time, but then shrugging off any apprehension he had. Most of his recent encounters with elves hadn't been the friendliest. He supposed if he did a better job of keeping to himself, then it wouldn't be such an issue. Then again, tensions were high to begin with, so already he felt at a disadvantage.

He accepted the job, of course.

And now, he was in _this_ miserable place. An hour or two trek from the nearest safehaven, Theron found himself nestled deep within the northern hills of Corol Ambo. The difference was quite stark, going from plentiful, rolling green hills to... Well. He found it hard to imagine whatever evil occurred here that could have such a lasting effect on this place. The land itself felt like it was scarred. Brown, barren, _dead._ But aside from the occasional rat sighting, nothing had come for him yet.

Though, a few of the more talkative folk back at that town had warned him about something. A rumor of vampire attacks, a bloodthirsty beast, the possibility of no return. Theron scoffed at it, as he scoffed at most things. Not much could faze him these days, even while his sword Magnolia felt heavy at his side. 
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Theron sat quietly on some rocky outcrop, giving him some elevation to see over the current area he was sketching. His charcoal drifted lazily over his still mostly blank parchment, amber eyes focused downwards even though his ears still were alert to anything that sounded out of place around him. The sun was starting to go down, and he debating lighting his lantern soon so that the certainly heavier darkness wouldn't completely consume him. _Not yet._ A quick glance at the horizon told him he had about thirty minutes more before he should consider it. 

He chewed on his bottom lip, contemplating for a brief moment before his hand snapped down and snagged his half-consumed bottle of rum to take a healthy swig.
Michael
The vampire hadn't long settled on his newest set of fun and mischief. It had started with bothering some locals, changing into bats and disappearing into thin air. Then of course the hunger sinks in, so he feeds off a few people passing by then a nasty rumour about a vampire spreads out. Finding people alone had gotten much more difficult since then, and it seemed he may have to find new stomping grounds.

He was young for a vampire, reckless and generally lacked a level of etiquette expected from them. His control over his blood lust was limited and his ability to fight the sun resided in a ring of his. Pale ghostly skin, deep crimson eyes that peirced all dressed in black. He mostly looked the part, even had the fangs and pointed ears! It was usually when he began talking people questioned what sort of vampire he was supposed to be. 

Ethan sat in the shade of some ruin, waiting for the sun to come down. Even as the scent of someone new, someone fresh hit his nose. The vampire was thirsty, so very thirsty as people began to travel through in larger groups making feeding difficult. But Ethan was certain that was only *One* Distinct smell. One human. But he waited, the dark would aid him greatly and he knew it. 

As seconds turnt to minutes, and minutes into hours, the Vampire stood. Sneaking through ruins and dark paths to find that delicious scent. Sneaking up to the stranger seemed unlikely, up on that rocky outcrop the human would likely see him coming. So he waited just a while longer, for the dark of the night to arrive. The human would likely make a fire of some sort Ethan thought, but for now he could rely on a trick he relied on many times.

With a wave of his hand the Vampire was invisible, of course if you could detect magic or possessed true sight it was merely a neat trick, but generally it worked. And so the Vampire crept closer and closer, pains of hunger hitting him in waves. He just needed to get close before the spell broke from his hunger

Just a little closer... "Shit" Was muttered under his breath as something came loose under his foot making some noise.

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Terri
That half-consumed bottle quickly turned into a one-quarter-left bottle, and Theron sharply exhaled as he begrudgingly decided he should stop. He set the bottle back to the side and lit up his lantern. He then pushed himself to his feet, beginning to tuck away his tools and rolling up the parchment. He couldn't continue to draw now that it was dark enough. Perhaps it was time to consider setting up camp? A small part of his thoughts was concerned with staying overnight in a place like this, but he supposed he had been through things that were equivalently bad.

Theron had begun to reach for his bottle and lantern when he picked up the distinct sound of movement from somewhere behind him, his hand immediately freezing in mid grab. A split second he considered that it was just a rat, or maybe something slightly _bigger_ - whatever that could be. But the weight behind it told him that it was at least person-sized. 

With a metallic ring, Theron had drawn his sword, Magnolia, turning towards the direction of the sound and brandishing it as if to make it known that he was armed. "Who's there?" Theron barked into the dim, his tone stern and remarkably calm for someone in his situation. He typically rolled his eyes in response to danger, but he knew well enough to take it seriously when the time came. Beyond wielding a magic sword and being quite the talent, Theron was aware that he was just a man. No matter how much he had been desensitized to it, he still had no intention of wanting to hang it up just yet.

Recalling the rumors of a vampire, Theron clicked his tongue. "I'll have you know I don't taste the greatest. Alcoholic and all." He announced it into the open space, not quite sure what or who was addressing yet or if they were even in the mind to talk.
Michael
The vampire had certainly lost the option of a surprise attack, thirst was taking over his thoughts and he considered the possibility of simply overpowering the man. He shook his head, he wasn't just a beast he could always *Try* Asking nicely. Sometimes it worked! Not nearly often enough to entirely give up on the sneaking up approach, but times like these called for an attempt. 

Deep, red eyes appeared first. Cutting through the darkness and meeting the humans own eyes. They were hungry, focused eyes. Slowly the rest of Ethans form showed, taking a step closer. "I can hardly be picky with so little options available, my sweet human! And I can hardly judge either, the only thing I drink more then blood is mead afterall." The vampire bowed a little, it lacked a certain fineness you would expect but an attempt was made. "You can call me Ethan, as long as we don't decide killing eachother is our only option."

His fanges bared themselves proudly as he spoke, circling the human. He spoke as if he wanted to be civil, but his eyes and demeanour betrayed him. This vampire was hungry, desperate even. Ethan wasn't the worst vampire you could bump into, he usually was more then happy to mess with you and leave. But the time for games was left for a more well fed vampire. "I'm sure you're perfectly proficient with that blade, but I hope the rum makes the agreeable type and not the aggressive! I just need a small drink, as much as I love playing rough I'd rather neither of us leave *Too* Hurt!"

Ethan stopped moving, placing his hands in his pockets. All black with silver esque jewelry, a cloak with its hood down and boots that had been muddied. Perhaps if Theron was peticularly perceptive he would notice the dagger in Ethans cloak, and if he was peticularly sensitive to the arcane he would notice the smallest chill from Ethan. A fanged smile was offered. "So what do you say?"
Terri
When those blood-colored eyes appeared through the dark, Theron's eyes narrowed into skeptical slits - more so as the rest of the figure emerged before him. He appraised the vampire for a few quiet seconds. They seemed to be about the same height, though the other was built more slim than he was. Was it because he was starving? Theron's nose scrunched at the thought. Did vampires get emaciated like that when they didn't drink enough blood? It wasn't necessarily he first thing he should've been worried about, but his head was always in the wrong places at the wrong times. 

At the vampire's admittance that he too was no stranger to the love of mead, Theron scoffed lightly under his breath. It almost made him lower his guard at how ridiculous that sounded - no, how it _looked,_ as the vampire bowed to him rather... Well, it wasn't exactly what he was expecting, especially as he introduced himself as Ethan. The indigo-haired man raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips still tugged into his trademark frown as Ethan began to circle him like a hungering wolf. 

"Fine. I'm Theron, then. Won't kill you as long as you don't try anything bold," Theron replied, his tone flat and unimpressed. "Sorry mate, can't say I exactly trust a vampire to take a small sip and then carry on with their nightly stroll." 

Another cursory flick over Ethan's posture with gilded eyes made him aware of the dagger hidden in his cloak. He had always been perceptive to things people may have been hiding in their garments, having been introduced to a life of crime when he was very young. He was not as well-attuned to magic, however, and the frigid air around Ethan went mostly unnoticed. 

"Think I'll decline. That gonna be a problem?"
Michael
Ethan was sizing up Theron by this point, the vampire wasn't in his best physical state due to going hungry and that same problem caused him to be rather limited on magic. But along with his overall combat ability being worse, so was his patience. Ethan didn't want to kill the man, if he even could in this state, but his options were fight or loose himself completely to the hunger. A smarter person may have explained this, tried the reasonable approach a little longer. Ethan, was not that person. He was impulsive and thirsty ontop of that.

The human wielded a blade that was clearly not an average sword, and his general sense of confidence even in a place like this communicated he was likely skilled. The gap in physical abilities wouldn't be so wide since Ethan wasn't at full strength, he could likely loose his life over this. "Theron, a lovely name. I do hope you forgive me, if you remember this at all."

The vampire reached into his cloak and pulled out his dagger lowering his stance. 'I only need to get that sword out hid hand, lets *Try* Not to kill anyone tonight.' He thought to himself, a slight glimmer of doubt in his eyes. "Sorry friend, that most certainly is a problem. I'll make it quick, I'll like it was a bad dream by the time you wake up."

Alot of confidence, followed up a dash and thrust of his dagger that while fast, quite frankly off target. He was aiming for the humans sword arm, but missed entirely and stabbed at air leaving him quite open. "Don't suppose you believe in second chances?" Ethan chuckled nervously, knowing he was likely about to receive a nasty counter attack. The vampire had maybe one, two spells in him at a push. And honestly, the second use of a spell in his condition wasn't much better then letting the human kill him. So, if he got the chance he would play it safe and call it one spell.

The vampire braced himself for Therons counter, tensing and covering his head with his arm while his other hand held tightly onto the dagger
Terri
Theron fought back the urge to roll his eyes as Ethan complimented his name. _Lovely,_ of all things. The cartographer certainly didn't feel that word applied to him with all his scars and his distinct lack of a friendly expression. Some may have argued that he was far from being unattractive, that he truly was his father's son, but that thought alone made his stomach churn. Ethan's little compliment reminded him of that; of people who wanted one thing or another from him, not that this situation was much different since _blood_ was the name of the game. 

His attention locked in as Ethan withdrew his dagger from the confines of his cloak. Automatically, his boots slid amongst the dirt as he readied himself for the inevitable scuffle. His stare darted from Ethan's face, to his weapon, to the way he lowered himself as he took on his own stance, no doubt preparing to close the distance. "Cheers. At least you plan to let me wake up," Theron remarked with some sarcasm. 

No sooner than the words leaving his lips, the vampire was making the first move. _Fast._ Theron's instincts kicked in as Ethan was suddenly in his space. His ears picked up the sound of a blade cutting through the air, enough for him to pivot himself out of the way to dodge the incoming strike. It looked like he was trying to disarm him with he way he targeted his sword hand. 

"Not much of a _second chances_ guy." 

Theron wasted no time with his counter attack, raising Magnolia high and then bringing the pommel down upon Ethan who had braced himself. He figured a good bludgeoning might help dissuade the vampire from wanting to keep going with this but in case it wasn't, he then kicked up with right leg aimed at the other's knees with the intent of attempting to knock him off balance.
Michael
Ethan was many things, he was reckless, he was foolish, arrogant and most importantly he was a *Vampire*. His need for blood was the same as others need for water, but one thing he wasn't was heartless. Now the vampire wasn't innocent either, people died on his worse nights and he believed it was better them then him. But if he could leave the human a little roughed up but alive, that would be preferable over killing him. Though, killing was never completely out of the question, especially as that maddening hunger seeped further and further into his mind.

"Don't blame you, life on the line and so on." Ethan grunted at receiving the pommel against him. Notably, not the sharp bit! Was the human trying to simply scare him off? A kind gesture if that was the case, but Ethan couldn't smell another human. Not even an animal to buy him some more time, it was just the hardened human and the creature of the night. The kick was handled by Ethan well enough, stumbling but not out right getting knocked off balance.

If a spell was going to be used, why not use it right away? Ethan raised his free hand and magic gathered in his palm a small of ice formed, growing into a rather blunt 'spike' of it. Usually the spell was much shaper, but the human had been kind enough to not cut him down so Ethan wanted to mind his manners and offer the same kindness. The chunk of ice spun in place before being blasted at the humans sword hand, hoping to disarm him.

The vampire gulped, sweat forming on his head. Magic needed blood to fuel, blood he didn't have. *Time* He didn't have. His eyes were desperate and his body weak, weak for a vampire at the very least. "It doesn't even hurt that bad, people bite eachother for fun how bad could it be?" The vampire stood in a guarded stance after the spell had been shot, a joke at a time like this wasn't appropriate, and yet here he was nervously chuckling.
Terri
Theron couldn't help a tongue click as Ethan didn't seem too fazed by his kick, making an irritated _tsk_ sound and his lip pulling up into a scowl as his hopes of dissuading him were dashed. Despite the dim lightning and the dancing shadows caused by the flickering light of his lantern, Theron remained honed in on Ethan's movements as much as he could. Amber eyes flitted down briefly as the vampire raised his hand. Theron was certainly no mage, but he was in tune with the hungering song of his sword, Magnolia, when mana started to gather such as a spell being cast. 

"Shit-" Theron cursed aloud as a spiky shard of ice formed before Ethan's palm. It looked to be aimed at his sword hand again, and Theron reacted as quickly as he could to bring Magnolia up to try and intercept the blast with the broad side of his blade, hoping the force wouldn't disarm him.

As the ice impacted steel, Magnolia's blade pulsed with a cool blue light. Theron visibly grimaced and buckled against the hit, feeling the pain shudder its way up the bones in his arms but he managed to keep hold on his sword - _for now._ One of the five sigils on Magnolia's blade lit up with that same icy glow, the black stone in her hilt now swirling with a frigid essence. While he didn't know the full extent of Magnolia's capabilities, he knew that at least he had a shot at absorbing magic spells to empower his next attacks. This time around, it looked like he was only lucky enough for a single charge. Fuck.

Theron did his best to recompose himself as he shot Ethan another disapproving glower, a short, dry laugh sounding from him at the other's attempt at persuasion. A small part of him reasoned that at least the vampire was _asking nicely,_ maybe he should _let it-_ "Yeah, but letting a potential predator at my neck does _not_ sound like a good time," Theron remarked humorlessly, raising Magnolia for his next attack despite Ethan's guarded stance.
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He slashed towards Ethan, trying for an across-the-body attack. A trail of cold air followed the blade's movement, his attack infused with the element of ice absorbed from the earlier attack. Maybe it was the way his bones still rattled, or maybe Ethan outclassed him even in his hungry state? Either way, it was a clean miss and the single glowing rune went dim. 

_...Fucking vampires._ Theron tried to backpedal in anticipation of Ethan's next move, bringing his sword up close to himself to guard against whatever came next.
Michael
Ethan needed to find a way to gain the upper hand, being a vampire one would believe he had all the advantages necessary to defeat one human. But here he was, starving, struggling and quite honestly desperate. He didn't wish to kill the man, perhaps it was the 'banter' the pair had shared or the fact he had not killed Ethan at the initial opportunity. That however is not mistake a simple fact, Ethan was a vampire. If he needed to kill for his food he very well would, like a human hunting deer. If he could only take what was needed and allowed he would, but the vampire had few options.

"Again, fair point. I wouldn't be able to convince you I'm the kind sort of predator? Well kind isn't the word I suppose." Ethan threw his dagger at the lantern, hoping to dim the light and give him his sought after advantage. His eyes could see much better in the dark afterall.

Hit or not, Ethan was now down to one spell, wich wasn't an option and no weapons. Just a starved vampires strength. "Seems neither of us are on our best tonight, I'm terribly sorry I don't usually have performance issues." The miss from Theron was used as an opportunity for Ethan to throw the dagger at the lantern, now the pair stood with even time to prepear themselves. "You wouldn't want to reconsider at all? I promise I'm a very good kisser, hold on thats not what I'm here for is it?" The vampire would jest.

Dashing towards Theron Ethan would attempt to wrestle the blade from Theron, if he didn't manage to cut down the vampire before he got to him. "I do mean it however, reconsidering would be greatly appreciated! Just one bite and I'll quit being a pain in the neck, oh I am funny aren't I?" The desperation could be seen in the vampires eyes even in the dark. That deep, hungry red glow. Ethan wouldn't likely win in a battle of attrition in his current state. 

'What a disaster of a night, of course I run into a human with a magic sword and the stubborness to fight off a vampire.' The vampire thought.
Terri
Fuck. Fuck, fuck- Theron knew he had misplayed his hand once he saw the dagger fling from Ethan's hand, knocking over his lantern with a hollow metal _clink._ The vessel tipped over on its side upon the dirt as a result and the flame proceeded to die down - with it, Theron's vision. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the hilt of his sword tighter out of reflex, now _very_ aware that the situation was not looking great. For the first time, the cartographer seemed to hesitate as he strained his eyes to adjust to the impeding darkness.

"Depends on what your definition of _kind_ is," Theron replied, keeping his attention on the glowing cinders that were Ethan's eyes. It seemed the vampire was giving him some time, and Theron took the opportunity to take a step back to try and regain some of his space. Though at the remark about being a _good kisser,_ Theron couldn't help but make a face, narrowing his eyes and pressing his lips into a taut line. "Do you say that to all your meals?" 

He couldn't make out the movement in time before Ethan was on him again, but this time the strategy was to wrest Magnolia from his hands. Theron inhaled sharply as he felt the pull, trying to react but he was too slow. He was now empty handed, face to face with the vampire.

"...Tch." Theron's fingers twitched as he contemplated trying maybe a sucker punch or some other unscrupulous strategy, but the situation was already dire. He figured if Ethan intended to kill him, he wouldn't have invested so much effort into disarming him. There was no use in provoking it to something worse. And so instead, he let his hands raise - a sign of surrender. He may have been stubborn, but he wasn't an idiot. 

"Fucking— _fine._ Gods, you're persistent. At least let me finish my bottle before you stick your teeth in me, aye?" Theron grumbled, crinkling his nose in distaste.
Michael
The vampire chuckled, not a prideful one you'd expect from a vampire but a more amused one. He was clearly young, at least by vampire standards. Yet to grow into that vampirc pride and arrogance. Well, perhaps the arrogance had already set in but he would certainly like to debate that fact with anyone who said it to his face. "I suppose its a rather loose definition, I think 'I could be worse!' Is what I should say?"

The vampire panted a bit, tired, hungry and quite frankly running on will power. "Not all my meals, just the fiesty ones." Seeing the raised hands he let out an audible sigh of relief. "Oh you smart bastard, I could hug you if we weren't just trying to knock chunks out of eachother. Go ahead finish your bottle if that helps, but please keep in mind this is a time sensitive manner. Much longer and you won't even have anyone to reason with, gods I am *Starving*."

The vampire looked at the blade, he had never seen such a make. Not that he was a collector, or any sort of expert on magical weapons. A though crossed his mind as he examined it. A glance between the blade and the human, and he decided to take what was admittedly a gamble. Throwing the blade to the human. "Here."

Sitting down the vampire kept a pair of hungry eyes on the human. "Straight through the chest if I start taking more then is fair. Don't make me regret this if you can help it." The vampire looked up at the night sky, his hunger setting in deeper and deeper each moment. He had no reason to give the mans blade back, in most scenarios he had just given up any leverage he had fought for. He wasn't even sure why he did it, but it wouldn't be the first time he through caution to the side simply for the sake of doing something because he just felt like it.

"Persistent hm? I'll take it as a compliment. Starving to deaths never been on my bucket list. I'd like to pass doing something more grand, maybe drinking dragons blood and it killing me in the process."
Terri
As much as Theron hated to admit it, Ethan had a valid point. He _could_ have been worse. He thought back on the warnings he had received, of a berserk, bloodthirsty beast. If Ethan had been anything like the rumors, Theron may have found himself in hotter water than he currently was.

Theron exhaled, though his sigh was much more of exasperation rather than the relief the vampire felt. He could practically hear his father's derisive laugh in the back of his head. _Theron's Signature Bad Luck._ "I'll take that as a compliment," Theron remarked drily with a roll of his eyes. "I like to make people work for getting the chance to put their mouth anywhere near me." It was heavily sarcastic, but Theron's demeanor was generally sour regardless. He let out a quiet _hmph_ as Ethan approved his request to finish his bottle, letting his hands drop to dust off his jerkin before scooping down to fix the lantern. "Fine. Let's get this over with then."

Once it was re-lit and the soft light illuminated the immediate area, Theron then snatched up his bottle which miraculously went untouched in their scuffle. He had planned to finish it later but he supposed now was as good a time as any. Liquid gold eyes glanced up towards Ethan, even brighter in the firelight, though hardened by his stony stare. He hadn't been expecting him to give him his sword back, though he caught it with his free hand all the same. 

"...Thanks," Theron mumbled, replacing Magnolia into her sheath. He would then join Ethan in taking a seat, all his cares once again going out the window as he plopped himself right next to his former adversary. He promptly popped the cork on his rum and tipped his head back to empty the rest of the bottle down his throat, swiping the back of his hand across his mouth as he finished in record time. He really hadn't been kidding when he called himself an alcoholic.
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Setting the newly empty bottle at his side, he propped his elbows on his knees, inclining his head to fix his heavy stare back upon Ethan now that he could really _see_ him in this closer proximity.

"You try not to make me regret this either, yeah?" What was he even saying? He was about to offer his neck to a vampire with blind trust that he wouldn't rip his throat out afterwards. "Tch. Really aiming for making the impossible _possible,_ huh?" Theron's eyes dropped as he fidgeted with the collar of his shirt, loosening up the strings so he could pull the fabric out of the way. Though he didn't have any visible scars on his face, the reveal of his neck and collarbone started to tell a different story. Even in such a limited area of skin, it was littered with some small scars but also some larger ones that continued under the rest of his clothes, a variety of what looked like cuts and burns of different ages.

"Just... Come on. Don't get any blood on my shirt, it takes a long time to clean it."
Michael
"Do people often offer to put their mouths near you my dear human? Maybe clashing with a monster hasn't helped but you certainly seem plenty intimidating." The vampire teased in return, continuing on. "Well intimidating for a human. I imagine people like their odds with you more then someone of my, lets say *Style*. Then again I'm told I'm very charming! The fangs are a fun conversation starter." The vampire hadn't let his guard down, infact he was more on edge now then when the pair started their conflict. Patience was never one of Ethans strong points, and with fresh blood so close he was practically losing his mind.

Ethans crimson eyes met Therons golden, allowing a silence to fill the air for a moment. Apon a closer inspection the vampire was, well mostly what one would expect. Pale, flawless skin. Pitch black although messy hair, to most rather intimate fangs. His eyes are what most had a tendency to remember, a vibrant red that seemed to stare past you, stare *Into* You. Curious yet fierce eyes, a jarring opposition to his mischievous way of speaking and his overly relaxed and uncaring posture. 

And here the pair was, simply sitting besides eachother. As if they weren't rather close to deciding killing eachother was the better alternative. As if, no matter how you sliced it, they weren't a vampire and human. Ethan chuckled to himself, the strangeness of the situation not being lost on him.

"Well, I certainly won't challange your ability to hold your drink thats for certain." The vampire watched the human closely, tapping his finger on his knee. He was growing impatient but doing his best not to show it. This was, for Ethan, the ideal outcome. He got his fill of blood and most importantly without having to kill for it. A habit most vampires deemed as normal, and though even was neither morally just or above killing to survive, it was rarely his first plan.

"Making the impossible possible? Why of course! I'm quite amazing you know, I would be doing vampires across Eluria a disservice by not doing something great with uh... This gift of theirs... Hm that left a sour taste in my mouth."

Ethan snapped to attention as Therons neck became visible, almost jolting on the spot. But he waited until the human spoke. Appearing infront of him at his usual vampric speed. "I'll do my best to not make you regret it, who knows you might be one of the weirdo's who like it. Though try not to make it obvious if you do, I'm very professional I'll have you know." A clear joke, one last attempt at humour before he placed a hand on Theron's shirt. "Don't mind me."

His sharp fangs peirced the humans neck, drinking deeply. He did his best not to make a mess, the hunger finally being fought off. His grip tightened, before quickly loosening as he did his best not to loose composure. If asked the vampire would stop and move away, enjoying his meal while he had the opportunity.
Terri
"Usually when they're interested in what I might have in my pockets," Theron grumbled. "Or lonely. Desperate people tend to overlook intimidation, aye?" Amber orbs raised back towards Ethan's face, falling quiet for a brief moment as he appraised the vampire in the flitting light. Ethan was, in fact, exactly what Theron would expect a vampire to look like. Pale - nearly perfect, even, with a contrasting mess of black hair and keen scarlet eyes reminiscent of blood. The only thing throwing him off was how youthful and curious he felt, bringing on an unspoken question of him wondering how old Ethan might've been. He had heard stories of vampires living for centuries, though he was never sure if they were true or not.

Theron, on the other hand, had not much to hide. The ramifications of his lifestyle were evident in the expression of his face and the scars on his skin. He had tired, disdainful amber eyes and what may as well have been a permanent scowl. His hair was grown out, strands of indigo ink pulled into a quick ponytail leaving his bangs to drape over one side of his face. He was someone who was rambunctious once, but life had mercilessly wrung it out of him in spite of his young age. 

"Tch. If a dragon miraculously appears, you'll have to let me watch you try it."

Theron adjusted his collar enough to hold it out of his way as much as possible, a wary glance flickering its way to Ethan who had wasted no time in appearing before him. "Sure, I'll try not to get too turned on by risking death," Theron remarked with his trademark sarcasm, rolling his eyes. "I've always wanted to become a vampire's f-"

The next thing he knew, he felt Ethan's hand on his shirt, breath on his neck, and the distinct feeling of his skin being broken by fangs. Theron's words died on his tongue, his teeth gritting at the deep prick as an uncomfortable hiss worked its way through them.
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"—fffuck." _Ow._ It took a large amount of effort not to react by punching Ethan in the face, though his free hand did find its way around the vampire's wrist as he felt his fist clench. But just as promised, Theron simply let his head tip to the side as not to obstruct the other, cursing quietly under his breath again as he allowed the vampire to drink from him.

Was it seconds? Minutes? Theron wasn't sure, though he finally squeezed Ethan's wrist as a signal in hopes the vampire wasn't about to get greedy. "...That's enough."
Michael
The taste of blood had always been addicting to most vampires, and Ethan was no exception. Infact the young vampire took an enjoyment from the taste considered rather eccentric even among his peers. The taste, the rush, the feeling of strength returning all something he could never imagine getting dull. It felt like only moments passed, but Ethan didn't intend to break his promise. He could indulge at a later date, for tonight he could settle with *Surviving*. With Therons words and squeeze of his wrist the vampire pulled his fangs out, the wound healing unusually fast. 

"Can't tell me I have bad table manners, that was truly delightful. And look at you! I certainly expected more then a few curses, perhaps I'm not your first vampire? And I thought we had something special." The vampire let go of Therons shirt and was quickly standing, looking out in the distance. 

"Now thats better, far better." The vampire moved quicker now, stood more confidently and already far from the falling apart state Theron fount him in. A feral vampire was dangerous because it was unpredictable, a fed vampire was dangerous because it was *Strong*. Well, that was the idea at least. The vampire before Theron was no stoic and prideful beast of the night, right now the human was looking at a vampire smiling away without a worry in the world.

"It's a shame how few get to experience this feeling, nothing from when I was human compares. Not one... Maybe one thing." The vampire considered his options, he was fed and could comfortably make the journey to a more populated area without getting in too much trouble. But after a few stretches, chose to sit across from Theron. 

"Thank you, human. It took some convincing of course but I hope you know you saved me from a dire fate tonight. A favour I won't forget, and one that I hope I can repay." The vampire glanced over Theron, noting the general worn down look the man had about him.

He knew better then to ask an obvious 'so whats your story!' This was far from a normal scenario for either of them he imagined so for now for a simple. "I don't imagine this is how you thought your night would go, I certainly didn't."