There was a strange quality in the air this night, a humming sort of energy that electrified and charged the particles in atmosphere. It was a feeling that exhilarated the ancient creature enough to pull him from his quiet abode with curiosity on his tongue. There was a storm just off the shore, a thing of rolling cyclonic beauty. Thunderclouds clapped clamorously and arcs of bright lightning dazzled even from this far off in the distance. The old vampire glided smoothly over the paved stones with a grace that could only be described as inhuman as he made his way into one of the nearby mortal towns, tucked neatly underneath a large black umbrella. He wore a fashionable deep carmine suit with sparkling ruby embellishment more befitting of a Royal than anything likely seen in the lands currently. He despised the drab monotonous garb of this era more than he cared to admit and sought instead to shirk his responsibility to blend in with ostentatious fashion. He did however wear a pair of circular black lensed spectacles to shroud his eyes, they often called more attention to him than his beautiful face. He was tall and statuesque at just over six feet and his long glistening obsidian hair was pulled back into a single long tail that spilled down his back, tied in place with a red cord.<br/><br/><br/>He caught a strange scent, his nose twitched and his immortal breath caught in his throat. Even through the rain he could smell it. He didn’t particularly like the rain, it was a feature of nature that dulled his senses considerably given his nature but in time he had come to see this as a good thing. The wretched stench that humans created in this time of industrialization was overwhelming and the water washed a great deal from the air. He followed the strange scent further. It was like a cool breeze or a frozen mist. It held a crispness to it that was so different from the mugginess of the current scape and it compelled him into a particularly destitute part of town. A place of heavy drinking, devious worship to the pleasures of the flesh and opium addicts. He saw a figure in the darkness, a strange man in a perplexing state of undress walking though the haze as if the soaking wetness did not bother him at all. Shirtless and bereft of even shoes on his feet, splashing through the mud and the filth. He wore glasses as well despite the dark and the deluge surrounding him. The vampire may have though for a moment that he was one of his kind, but the smell of him … ooooh, it was delicious. Like the smell of a crystal clear lake just before it freezes over.<br/><br/><br/>The man was searching for something, or someone. Surely someone with whom he could seek pleasure with or from. It was the only reason he would be in this part of town. He searched the myriad of sounds around him for a heartbeat and found the white haired man’s to be of an unusual pattern. It peaked his curiosity even more as he approached cautiously. There was magic within him, though it was not arcane. No, something more inherited than learned but magic recognized magic none the less and so he wrapped himself in a binding seal so as to suppress his own signature sending out only the faintest tendril of beckoning that would cause the hair on the back of the stranger’s neck to stand. The old creature smiled inwardly when the man did not turn. So he did not recognize the feeling of a vampire’s gaze, this would be interesting indeed. He stepped into a particularly dark shadow and took a moment to gather himself self before shifting, his form fading from corporeal existence into a sneaking black vapor that blended with the gloom and pushed along the darkened street with ease. The rain hindered him slightly, but he wasn’t going far, just a few paces ahead and down a poorly lit alleyway. He pulled himself back within the confines of his body to lean casually against a dirty brick wall and as the man passed he took a more direct approach to gaining his attention.<br/><br/><br/>“Is there something you are looking for … young man?” His voice resonated off the damp stones around him. A soothing deep baritone that vibrated with delicate inflection and a strange accent, hinting of some ancient language, “If there are pleasures to be gained, one need look no further.” Peering over the rims of his glasses he offered a stunning smile of even white teeth. The vampire found the man to be in possession of a delicate kind of ethereal beauty. Yes, he was most certainly some sort of magical creature. Perhaps an elemental of some classification. If the man looked at him he would gaze into brilliant crimson eyes that glowed in the gloom of the shadowed passage. Their radiant color spiraled slowly with a hypnotic flavor and piercing slitted pupils. They would beckon the man with more strength than his sliver of magic had earlier and they held promises of unimaginable pleasure. The scent of the strange elemental creature was not like anything he had scented before and he much preferred a distraction from the usual blood of this city’s stagnant denizens this night. “What brings you here tonight, my friend?” The vampire’s throat grew dry as he beheld the bloom of blue veins beyond the surface of pale nearly translucent skin, “Be it pleasures of the body? Or the mind?” The familiarity of that cursed stinging thirst sprang up with in him and he wanted to see it slaked.