#humanend

In his almost seven centuries of life, Daniel Whitechapel had turned quite a few humans - mostly because of his sadistic nature and at times, because the humans entertained him enough and wanted to be turned. Despite that, he was probably the worst sire in the world - a fact even his own husband could attest to given he probably would be considered a better sire. Danny honestly never cared to train or teach his fledglings the way of their new world. He figured - let them cause chaos and destruction and have fun watching or they get killed for being stupid. 

However, despite his lack of care, Danny never forgot the face of fledging and Leo Rivas was no exception to the rule. Daniel had caught wind of him again when he first came to Los Santos, surprised his little murderous star - what a sight that night had been - had stayed in the city and was, let alone, alive after his massacre. He watched from a distance the month he’d been here so far, but eventually, he decided enough was enough. 

For the night, Danny watched Leo as he worked the bar, ordering drinks and flashing charming smiles to the other. It was clear he didn’t remember him - even better. Once the club had closed down, Danny waited outside the entrance of the club. The streets were quiet and all that could be heard was the subtle intake of breath as Danny inhaled from his cigarette - a useless habit since he didn’t even need to breathe but it was a soothing one, nonetheless. It wasn’t until he heard and smelled Leo coming that Danny pushed off the building wall to greet the young vampire with a smirk.

“I have to admit, darling, I didn’t think you’d be one of the ones that lived.”

It was early evening, right as the sun was setting enough that he and his night bartender could be out. In the older vampire’s usual earlier arrival to the club before opening for the night, he also required whatever bartender was on to show up just as early. It gave them the chance to settle any prep work before the doors opened, dancers were on stage, and the whole place was buzzing with lights, music and people.

They’d been there a few minutes. After their usual greetings upon seeing each other, Rio disappeared to his office in the back to check emails for order statuses and such. Before too long, he was sauntering back in, passing some of the dancers who also opted to coming in as early as the two, to get into the zone for their stage numbers. Approaching the bar, dark eyes settled on the young vampire bartender, realizing it’d been a minute since he checked in on him, just to make sure he was doing okay with his new and unexpected life. It happened the same way to him, and despite it happening so long ago, he still had days where it kicked him in the ass. Especially since coming face to face with his maker for the first time ever, centuries after the turn.

Leaning on the bar, he regarded the other vampire as he went about whatever needed to be done. “Still hanging in there, I see. Doing okay?”