Erwin followed the scent, his steps barely making any sound, his eyes closed, not needing his vision to guide his way. It was soothing, to walk under the moon without a worry. He had always enjoyed the night, enjoyed the feeling that it brought, but now, more than just simply liking it... It was like he was protected by the darkness, protected from others. But he could never protect himself against his own thoughts.<br/><br/>The vampire sighed, finally picking up the sound of a conversation between the boy and someone new. Well, at least he was up. He hoped the boy would move on soon, get out of sigh and away from other people so Erwin could approach the other. He still wasn't sure if it was the smartest thing to do, but then, he could still feel the heat of the skin and the softness of the hair of the human he had met at the party. He could still feel the thrill of hunt, the feeling of belonging somewhere, even if it was just for a moment, and he cling to the feeling, not willing to let it go. Not yet. It was this that compelled him forward, that made him follow the boy, slowly, taking in his scent and the scent of the flowers and the grass around him. Such a feeling was dangerous to harbor for long, but for now, he would indulge in it.<br/><br/>Finally, he reached the hill the other boy was on, wondering if he should disturb the other. The boy looked ready to sleep, although it seemed dangerous to do so in that place, despite the calming feeling that surrounded it. Erwin licked his lips, unsure, before he sighed, and put a smile on his face, one that he hoped was real enough.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Who are you talking about?"</span>the vampire asked, softly, trying not to startle the boy. Maybe the other had felt something near, but considering how relaxed he seemed, it was unlikely. Nevertheless, Erwin didn't want to startle the other and cause an accident.<br/><br/>After a while, the vampire moved, not exactly closer to the other, but simply to a comfortable spot where he could sit down. And he did so, crossing his legs and lowering his gaze to the grass, unsure if he should start a conversation. Despite the giant power he felt during a hunt, he always felt vulnerable after, the longing of what he couldn't have lingering beneath his skin. But he was already there, so it shouldn't hurt to try to talk.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"So, what are you doing here?"</span>he asked, as cheerfully as he could.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Shouldn't you be sleeping already?"</span>