Darius kept walking. His sixth sense had him stopping. Looking around and following a train of thought. Transylvania. Dracula. Those were the two words he never wanted to hear again. Yet some poor human fool was thinking about them. He almost walked into her. He blinks and steadies the girl he'd almost run over. "Hello. My apologies miss." he says softly. His voice sexy and exotic. And filled with the Transylvanian accent. He couldn't hide it even if he tried to do so. "Are you alright?" he asks. His hand reaches down and picks up the book she'd dropped. "Hmm...Dracula. Interesting subject. You know...I happen to know a lot about this subject...personal experience you might say. Or I have loads of books." he smacks himself on the forehead. "Forgive me. I sound like a weird evil person." he lets her go and backs up. "Forgive me. If I startled you with my words that were meant kind and to help." He was nervous. She smelled good.