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"Cold and gloomy days are my favorite." He told him, smiling brightly once more before leaning against the bar. The human in front of him was obviously engaged in their conversation, knowing this would be the perfect time to lure the man in so he could feed. Though, as he stood there, he couldn’t find the push to do it. This human didn’t need more confusion than he seemed to be feeling already.

"You don't say?"

"I honestly do not enjoy the heat, either. I feel so drained and all I want to do is hide under a rock." He said, chuckling a bit. "Even in the winter, I keep my window open. My roommates cannot understand why. I think it has to do with where I was raised. It’s not the hottest of temperatures there and I always had the window open." Hugo mentioned, shrugging at his words. It was true, though, his words. He used to stand in his massive bedroom in the Vanderberg Mansion and stare out into the white winter that covered the city of London. Even now, he could feel the icy air caressing his skin and the snowflakes kissing his flushed cheeks.

"Well some days I honestly wish I could switch off the sun. I really just want to sleep in on days I don't feel like going to the office."

"As you can tell with my choice of bar and my fashion sense, I enjoy the dark as well." Hugo said, winking at him with a small smile before taking another sip of the wine. Swirling it in the glass, he locked eyes with Peter since he wanted to make sure the human knew he was paying attention. "The sun is a lovely light source but he’s night blind, the poor thing." Hugo told him, sighing softly as he shook his head.

Dark things... A psychiatrist who is into the darker things in life, well that's rather surprising. Aren't they always going on about how you should try and brighten up your day with things... Well shiny and light and happy colors... Well that's what Peter heard once from a psychiatrist he saw... Maybe she was a little too happy for his own taste. She did seem like the hippie type, but the modern day hippie. He should probably stop dosing off into his own thoughts and actually try to pay attention... 

"I know that feeling. My roommate, Declan? He gets pissy when he can’t see in the dark. We have night lights set up all over our and even little dimmer switches." He said, sighing softly as he leaned against the bar. Taking a sip from his own glass, he smiled as he listened to the other’s thoughts. He wanted to leave right after the drink? Was he frightened? Sighing softly and looking into the glass of red wine, he gave a small smile before his blue gaze met the other man’s. "Have you lived alone for long?" He questioned, raising a brow before he took a sip from his glass of wine.

Peter wasn't sure if he should get comfortable? Maybe he should just leave now... Something in his mind was itching at him to just get up and go, but then something else tells him that he hasn't had this kind of interaction in a while and well he kind of deserves this. Peter sighed very softly and accepted that he should just give this guy a chance...

"Sorry, that was my roommate." He said, stuffing his phone back into his pocket with a sigh. Great, the wolf was out on the prowl and looking for Hugo. "He was asking me where I left some candles. Apparently the power went out. Ridiculous." Hugo told him, rolling his eyes. "I’m guessing you live alone, huh? I’d live alone but I’ve been around my roommates for years. Why waste extra money if you like the company."

Peter just chuckled and shook his head.

"That’s exactly what I do, Peter. I’m a psychiatrist and I write articles and papers on psychology. Most people wouldn’t pin me as one but that’s just who I am." He said, giving a light shrug and gestured to Peter. "Just like how I wouldn’t have pegged you for a business man. The business men I run into usually dress in suits or in very expensive Armani or Dior outfits." He said, giving a shrug. It was just his analysis of the world. People were able to dress as they pleased. If he wanted to dress how he wanted, well the world would have thought he was either insane or sent a wooden stake through his heart. Little would they have known that the old methods didn’t actually work.

—"That sounds cool actually. Gonna be honest I didn't take you for one either."

"I’ll keep that in mind and carry around eyedrops." Hugo said in regards to the cold affecting someone’s eyes. Though, as he heard the man’s occupation, he turned his head to look to him while catching that intoxicating scent once more. "Really? You sound extremely successful. Congratulations!" He said, nodding once in respect to the man’s work. When he heard Peter’s question, he shook his head and chuckled a bit. "I’m actually a doctor. Psychiatrist, really. I’ve contributed to several studies, texts, research papers, so on and so forth." He said, passing a news stand and picking up a magazine before tossing a ten dollar bill to the counter without missing a beat as he kept walking. "I’m also a contributor to Psychology Today. This is the newest issue." He said, flipping a couple of pages to show his article. "Fashion Industry: The Psychological Influence. That’s the newest one." He said, smiling to the man before closing the magazine and rolling it up.

—"Yeah that would be a good idea."

"Trying is all I ever ask out of anyone." He said, looking to the man and gesturing for him to start walking. "It’s just up ahead." Hugo told him, starting to walk as he made sure to keep his ears open to his surroundings. His nose couldn’t help but flare as Peter’s scent invaded his entire mind once more. He could tell his eyes were turning once more so he had to blink a couple more times again. "Ugh, I think I got something in my eye." He said, shutting his eyes tight before blinking once more. Looking to his right and seeing a black car window, he could see that his eyes had turn back to that icy blue which made him smile. Turning back to Peter, he sighed. "Sorry. My eyes are pretty sensitive." He said, starting to walk once more. "What is it you do for a living, Peter? Just out of curiosity."

He nodded and then followed the guy as he gestured for him to start walking, it felt so unnatural all of the sudden, but he didn't stop. Look out world a guy wh seriously hates human interaction is going out with a stranger for a drink... That sounds crazy, maybe it will bring on the apocalypse and he'll die before they get to the bar or where ever they are going, he felt a little nervous, making his heartbeat rise a bit, but it was also the cold that was making his heart pump more blood through his body. He just chuckled a bit when Hugo said he had something in his eye, it was more of an awkward laugh, than a sadistic one.

"You’re welcome." He said, still standing there and feeling his nostrils flare a bit when a breeze blew past them. God, there it was again, that scent. "Why don’t we get a drink? Wine, perhaps? I know a fantastic place to get some." He said, knowing there was only one place in New York that sold his type of wine. It had been a special bottle he had acquired a taste for since his turning over half of a millennia ago. "The best way to get over being anti-social is to socialize and find the right people to actually interact with. C’mon, it’s just up this way. I was going there before I bumped into you."

Peter listened to him as he spoke and then thought it over for a moment and nodded. Maybe he could use a drink, just to loosen up a bit. He did lie and told the guy he doesn't have to be anywhere so he might as well pay for his stupidity. It was like he was reading Peter's mind, wine did suddenly sound very nice and if he knew where to get the best wine Peter wasn't going to say no. He groaned very softly, socialize. It sounded so terrifying... But mostly horrible to him, he's a terrible person when it came to small talk and what should they even talk about? It's not like everyone wants to talk about the weather or what ever was going on around them... Well maybe now in the winter... That's not the point, he's bad at making conversation, end of story. But Peter nodded in agreement.

"Ah, okay. I see what you mean. I’ll stop calling you handsome, Peter." He said, winking at him playfully to show he understood. Looking around, he kept his ears open just in case he heard people coming by or someone was talking about them. Eyeing Peter just a bit, he looked behind him and sighed a bit. "Were you going somewhere? I hope I’m not keeping you from something incredibly important. I’m just a strange person who likes to make conversation. I’m sure that’s unnerving as well."

This guy is seriously off the chart when it comes to the weird scale. He was starting to make Peter rather uncomfortable, but not in the way he was saying anything or in the way he winked, it was the way he looked at Peter... Something in his eyes were making him rather uncomfortable. He looked away from Hugo for a second and then back at him, seeing him staring at him. This is normal for gay guys right? To check someone out? Damn has he been this far out of the loop? He should probably get back in the game, but right now didn't seem so good. When he mentioned the word unnerving again it sounded so... well the only way to put it was lustful.

"Oh, my apologies, Peter." He said, smiling to him but making sure his mouth was closed. He couldn’t help the drool in his mouth and even the fangs that felt far more eager than normal. How was he going to get this man into an alleyway or better yet a hotel room to enjoy him far longer than he ethically should. "I’m guessing you’re straight, hm? From the uneasiness?" He said, letting his head lean to the side a bit as he continued to smile.

Peter nodded when he said his apologies. He should probably get going... But something about this guy it made Peter want to stay, no he shouldn't stay. What if this guy is a thief? One would not randomly just mention it if you didn't have any intentions in that direction. Peter was suddenly caught of guard by the question and he cleared his throat a bit. Talk about getting straight to the point in the middle of the street. He gave him a nervous smile and then nodded, he wasn't going to confess where everyone might be listening that he enjoys occasional male to male physical contact.

Hugo could tell this man was uneasy, would be a harder target than he thought. Placing a hand to his own chest and smiling warmly, he nodded to the human and gestured around them. “No, it’s okay. I mean, I’m glad I bumped into you than some thief who could’ve made off with my wallet. Now that would be something I wouldn’t be too happy about.” He said, knowing he couldn’t have cared if a thief took his wallet or not. All he would have to do is kill the little punk and toss him into a dumpster to blame on some homeless human. “Oh, Lord, where are my manners. I’m Hugo.” He said, keeping his hands to himself since he didn’t wear gloves. “And you, handsome?”

Peter just kept on smiling at him, not really putting any emotion into it. He wasn't sorry, it was of course the other guy's fault and Peter just felt like he had to apologize to make him go away somehow. He nodded when the guy said that he would have rather have bumped into Peter, oh like that's a better choice. Peter just placed his hands into his jacket pockets and sighed softly, the fog in front of his face fading into the darkness of the night. Peter wanted to get home, he was tired from a hard day's work. When the guy introduced himself and didn't extend a hand Peter wondered why he wasn't doing it, but probably because it's so cold.

As an icy breeze blew through the streets, Hugo’s eyes started to bleed red rather quickly. He could feel the saliva collecting underneath his tongue and his entire mouth tingling with that sensation of the perfect meal. Licking his lips to himself, he slowly turned around to follow the scent that wafted through the air carelessly. Then he saw him, making his way towards his direction. He could see the radiating heat around the man and causing his body to shudder softly despite the fact that he couldn’t even feel the cold. Hugo couldn’t help himself right now. When was the last time he could have such a delicious meal. Accidentally bumping into the man, he gasped a bit before placing a hand on his shoulder before speaking. “I’m so sorry, handsome. I got lost in my thoughts.” He said softly, blinking a couple of times to get his eyes to that icy blue from a moment ago.

Peter started to feel slightly uneasy like someone was watching him. But they probably were, he was walking rather fast down the sidewalk. He did push a few people out of the way with his shoulders, he just hated being in public. But only a few blocks and he was at his car, then he can get out of this cold and head home to get a glass of wine. That cup of coffee didn't really heat him as much up as he hoped. Suddenly someone walked into him and he scoffed a bit, looking up at the person. He frowned when the guy called him handsome... He's a guy right? When that hand was placed onto his shoulder he took a small step away, it didn't feel comfortable. It never did. He rose an eyebrow and just shrugged one shoulder.

The Beginning // Peter & Hugo

Peter was tired but he had to meet with a client and he kept moving their 'dinner date' to the next week because of some excuse he'd make up. The client was anyway too eager to meet him, so the woman would meet him when ever she can. He walked down the sidewalk from where he parked his car and walked into the restaurant. It was way too cold outside for him anyway so he was glad to just slip into the building quickly. He wasn't going to spend that much time with her, so he just ordered himself a cup of coffee. When the waiter was gone she quickly started to talk to him about what she has to offer him, he listened intently and then nodded when she was half way through, finally the cup of coffee came to him and he took it instantly in his hand, taking a drink of it. He looked at her and then nodded again when she was finally done. He said that he'll look her idea over and see if it's beneficiary for his company, she was so glad to hear that she just gave him a big smile. He gave a small flat lined one and finished his coffee, he pulled out his wallet, flicked a few dollars onto the table and excused himself. He hated human contact, but this was something he had to decide on as his PA wouldn't be able to do it for him. As soon as she stood up and extended a hand he just smiled and walked away. He wasn't going to shake her hand. He walked out of the restaurant, the breeze blowing over him made him shiver and he pulled his jacket closer to his body.