It was a late afternoon, and Gerard was just about to go for a cigarette when it start raining. Usually, Gerard wouldn't be bothered by that, but human smoking in the rain would create a strange sight. So he turned to the little balcony and hoped it was allowed to smoke. Luckily, it was.<br/><br/>He took out his Marlboro Red Lights (<i>prostitute's cigarettes</i>, he thought, fondly) package, and was getting one cig into his mouth handlessly, when he got his hand into his pocket and didn't feel cold lighter's metal.<br/><br/>"Shit." He whispered, black hair falling on his face. He looked around, there was an old, little lady that looked like she hadn't taken a shower for a few days, a young couple snuggling together, watching something on the man's phone, and then there was this beautiful, stunning man, sitting very much alone, without smoking, or doing any other thing.<br/><br/>"Uh, you gotta be jocking me." He whispered to himself but limped over to the man, and almost breathlessly (beauty, from art to humans, always made Gerard's breath hitch) said, "um, excuse me, sir, do you have a lighter?"<br/><br/>The man's eyes, bluer than blue, were beautiful. Like a work of art that captures the exact color of the sky. He appreciated it. The man also didn't smell human-like. i.e. there was something human about his scent, but not<i>stinking </i>human. Gerard gave a little smile, hiding his fangs casually. He was used to doing it. He could never allow himself to smile widely around humans, he also never felt the need to. This, though, was something new. Smiling around others? Where's the loner vampire he used to be?<br/><br/>Maybe he does getting old. But this... Man? Person? Creature? Whatever. He was different.<br/>Upon my life! How he wanted the man to have a lighter. He shifted his weight, keeping his eyes calm and jet black. Although he was starving.<br/><br/>Jesus. He hadn't tasted human fresh blood in ages. It was always tricky to get blood, especially fresh. If he'd have a nest, he'd use some other vampires to get blood, but on his own, it was harder than hard. One wrong look, one Human's word, and his entire reputation are screwed. He'd end up in one of these human-administered Vampire's Institute of Re-education, like all the vampires that attacked humans. He'd be pumped up with sedatives until he wouldn't remember his own name, in a vampire's sad prison.<br/><br/>Going out for an art exposure was a stupid idea. It was like the start of a horrible joke,<i>one hungry vampire, who hadn't taste blood in five weeks, gets into a museum full of humans... </i>But the need to see art that wasn't his own was stronger than his common sense. And he did have fun, in the second or two he got to actually concentrate on the art, and not the intoxicating, metal scent of blood, warm and salty inside these cute little veins...<br/><br/>His eyes flashed red, he could feel it, and his fangs-tips grizzled against his lower lip. He forced himself to focus. "A lighter?" He repeated, this time almost expose his teeth. Goddammit. Focus!<br/><br/>"I've forgotten my own at home." He added, stupidly.<i>Ugh, great. Now you're not only weird but dumb, too! Amazing! Great work of seduction, Ger!</i><br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="152" data-username="@Kiomii" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/152/">@Kiomii</a>