Another figure approached the vampire at the gates. At a distance, he could have appeared human. Up close, however, his paleness gave him away. Something had drained the body of some of its blood, blood the body had never gotten around to resynthesizing once it was dead. Fortunately, it appeared the body had been infested before any sort of real decay had set in. The revenant stepped up to the vampire, and looked him up and down.<br/><br/>"You haven't been in the vampire business long, have you?" he asked the guard, with a wry smile on his face. "I mean, for one, you're still carrying yourself like a human. That would've helped you about sixteen years ago, but it might be a death sentence out here if someone mistakes you for one and grabs you. Come on, let's see that game face."<br/><br/>Amilcar was, of course, just playing with the vampire. He doubted anyone would have the balls to snatch one human from gate guard duty under the noses of the Enclave's infamous vampire security force; he just wanted to shake up the new supernatural creature a little bit, and maybe scare a few of the other visitors to the city for their little sit-down.