As the plain door opened before her, Avonia's eyes lifted, and lifted. This man was huge, but that was not the first thing she noticed. The opening of the door brought a wafting of the scent that filled the other's apartment. It wasn't the most pleasant scent she had encountered, and at the moment she couldn't place what the scent belonged to.<br/><br/>"Never mind, Monica, I had the wrong door." She muttered into the phone. Monica's voice could be heard through the phone just before Avonia hung up on her saying, "didn't you check the  messa--"<br/><br/>Avonia shoved the phone into the pocket of her leather jacket, looking the other up and down again. His height didn't bother her in the slightest, he didn't frighten her, as a vampire she had very little to be frightened of. But lack of fear didn't mean she lacked caution.  "Sorry, about that. I haven't even been in my apartment yet. I just got in."  She hadn't taken her eyes off him since the door opened.<br/><br/>"You are huge!" The blonde's audible shock cut through the stiffness, forcing her to glance at the youth. Avonia rolled her eyes and held out her hand, palm up, toward the man. "My keys, if you would." Her tone was polite, but her face was stiff.<br/><br/>"Sorry, again. My name is Avonia. Nice meeting you?" Her fingers clasped around the keys if they were handed to her. If he didn't remove them from the door and give them to the, she stepped into his space to reach the lock and pulled the keys from the latch herself.<br/><br/>Either way, she turned to her blonde blood bag with a flirty smile, "let's get back to what we were doing." She pulled the girl by the wrist, gently guiding her into a kiss while moving toward the correct door. She made quick work of the lock and they disappeared into her apartment. While they were out of sight, they would definitely not be out of mind.<br/><br/>It was probably 3 or 4 am when the sounds of extasy dissipated from Avonia's apartment and the girl did her walk of shame to a cab. When she was alone, she thought to her neighbor who's scent was fresh in her memory. She rose from her bed and went to the bookshelves of her living room. She had books on all kinds of things but her eyes looked for those on magical beastiology; mythological beasts, some of which she knew were real.