"You are too young for a drunk." She didn't recognize this vampire, but she could recognize one of her kind. This one was hasty and hungry. The way that he looked at the intoxicated prey was that of a little boy after a sweet. He wouldn't be able to track when the heartbeat slowed when it was already at a stutter. Normally Belle wouldn't give a damned about some random drunk, but the Council had been adamant regarding the new no killing clause. The last thing the elder wanted to deal with was more paper work.
"Are you new to the city? I don't recognize you." Not that she knew every vampire, but Isabelle certainly knew the important ones. This one seemed familiar somehow. His blood called to her, but she couldn't place why.
"Too young?"
It took Kameron a moment to realize she was speaking of his new age. His head tilted curiously. The woman was obviously a vampire, and though he hadn't become truly acclimated to this new sector of life, the instinct within confirmed that she was much older than him. Much, much older. Strange how it worked like that, but despite her power, it did little to quell his insolence.
His eyes narrowed at the questioning. Surely she as just being nice. Vivian, his sire, was the same way, but he had grown as a human in bitter circumstances only to be born in the same way. He wanted to unroot his feet and leave, but she held a hold on him that was...familiar, for lack of a better word.
Finally, he replied with a curt, "No." He should've left it at that, but he remembered that Vivian told him that vampires did well when grouped together. He wondered if she would help him hunt, but for now, he kept that to himself. She didn't seem the type to let him rectify his fantasies.
"I'm new to being a vampire," he said bluntly, and then he ticked off the fingers on his hand. "It's Friday now, right? I died on Tuesday, I think. Or maybe it was Wednesday. I don't think age matters after you turn or whatever."


















