It was true that vampires were rare in these parts and in general. The ancient being had chosen it for that very reason, though he wasn’t long to stay in any location for an extended period of time. He would stay for some time, as long as the place he entertained pleased him and when it did no longer, he would go. Simple. He had travelled the entire globe several times over in this fashion, finding his old haunts much changed at every reunion. It pleased him to discover new oddities even if he did not like a great deal of the modern amenities it afforded him. He was old, older than most of his brethren at least, but they had chosen to stay in their half rotted castles building their covens over the centuries. Each new vampire they turned became a liability as much as they were useful to their master’s cause. Newly turned vampires were bound to their maker’s through what they called a ‘Blood Clause’, it allowed them to keep watchful eye over their doings as well as easily administer punishment when wrongs were committed, but it was a double edged sword. When a vampire still connected via contract was killed, their maker would feel great pain. It made them weak for a period of time and the longer the contract the deeper the pain felt. This one wanted no part in that, so he chose to turn none. He hoarded his power for himself and to himself his own loyalties lay.<br/><br/><br/>He noticed as the elemental drew closer that it seemed he intentionally made himself to appear cheap. Like he was but one of the many whore’s that wandered the streets. The vampire knew better however. No, this man was a remarkable feat of creation, possibly fashioned by Mother Nature herself. He did not know for sure as they were indeed rare to behold. Almost childlike in their bliss, unaware of very much outside of their own desires and inclinations. He was smart to keep himself well hidden from the others, least they seek to use him as he himself did now. He would make to ease his gaze over the man’s beautiful form but if he were to break eye contact there was no telling what the creature might do if he were freed from the hypnotic effect. So he held his eyes firmly, guiding him closer.<br/><br/><br/>The vampire’s smile grew more wicked as his prey struggled to avoid his questions though it still retained its carefully crafted elegance. He was cautious, that was good. It likely meant that he was untainted by another. “Both?” He questioned softly, his voice digging deeper into the man’s mind eliciting further response. “Ah… yes. The milk of the poppy.” He chuckled heartily at the offer of payment, “Oh, I’m sure you are… We can arrange something I’m sure. I think I have what you’re looking for. You seem to be a discerning gentleman and I can assure you that I offer only the highest quality substance.”<br/><br/><br/>As the graceful, delicate creature pressed himself against his captor he would notice previously hazy features with more clarity. The vampire’s eyes weren’t the only striking thing about him. He held a lustfully seductive mouth as well as masterfully sculpted and unblemished features, a side effect of the Awakening. His skin was olive tone and thusly tanned deeply in life but that had since faded after hundreds of lifetimes of the sun’s absence upon it, making him deathly pale but still in possession of quite dark and striking features. “I say we remove ourselves from this dreary rain and into quarters where we might both be more comfortable.” He offered almost playfully, endlessly amused at the fingers coiling in his silken hair. His hypnosis was working, yet the man still had enough clarity to make the surprising gesture of touching him.<br/><br/><br/>The night lurker smiled warmly feeling as though his glamour had settled deeply enough that the man would follow him against his better judgement and broke their contact, turning to enter one of the buildings. He would give the magical being a taste of what was to come, knowing that once he did the promise of something stronger would compel him of his own volition. The murky dark halls of the brothel opened up to a reception area of some kind and they were greeted by the madam. The vampire removed his spectacles to look deeply into her eyes when she asked of payment for a room and she froze in place, “A key, if you would.” She giggled nervously and retrieved a small brass key from the hook, placing it in his hand delicately. He smiled to her, with a kind nod, “You’re a treat.” He walked past her, guiding the man with him up the stairs by his hand.<br/><br/><br/>They entered the damp and poorly lantern lit room some moments later and the vampire hooked his cold fingers around the wrist of the other. They were similar in temperature it seemed but it was not so much warmth he was seeking as it was the fragrant magic that coursed through those blue veins. He breathed in the man’s scent deeply now that they were away from the rain and the gloom and found it to be even more remarkable than he had hoped. He was taking his time. Being an undying creature of the night gave you quite a lot of it to play with. “Tell me your name child.” He asked softly removing the lad’s glasses as he awaited a reply, stunned briefly by those shocking ice blue eyes, brighter than the palest sapphires. The elemental replied though if it was his hypnotic gaze or not that pulled it forth he did not know. “Cersie…” he repeated softly, nodding in contemplation. He could see that the man was already becoming annoyed with his lack of urgency and that delighted him, “Well Cersie, my name is Iseulith and since I can see that you are a man about his business I will give you a little sample of what’s to come if you can just …<i>trussst me</i>.” His tongue flickered across his teeth at those last words, an unsettling thing to say the least.<br/><br/><br/>His eyes grew bright again in the consuming darkness of the room. The shadows seemed to shift and lurch, dimming the light from the lanterns considerably. He held the man’s hand up, turning it so that he could inspect the blue veins at his wrist, traveling all the way up into the crook of his elbow, “Such beautiful veins you have my sweet…” He manipulated Cersie’s hand until it was behind his own back, effectively pulling the man into his chest where their breath could mingle. Iseulith’s was sweet like fresh fruit but cold as death itself. He kissed the man full on the mouth and though his eyes fell to half mast at the taste of those tender lips they held the other’s with that hypnotic swirling effect. As his long prehensile tongue pushed past his dinner’s unguarded lips he would start to feel the affects of the vampire’s cool saliva, the biological traits of which altered the nature of his bite when he fed upon his victims. It was akin to a small dose of ingested opium now though the feeling of pleasure it bestowed was much more intense than anything one could find on the market currently. It would sink into the flesh and bones of his mouth, creating a sensual mind altering buzz that while short lived was incredible until the very end. Like sinking into a dark ocean.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith pulled back slowly, his tongue tracing across the man’s lips as they broke free, numbing them slightly. He smiled at Cersie, running a soft thumb over his bottom lip. “If you like, I am willing to show you more, but not in this dreary hovel. You deserve a more comfortable place to spend the evening. Would you wish to accompany me?” After a few moments the seductive effects of the kiss would fade leaving only a feeling of emptiness and abandonment in their wake, as was the intention.