Ravi glanced the softspoken man over, and his brows crept steadily up his forehead. “Riiight, okay.” He glanced over the contract he’d signed before making his way into meeting with the singer. “See, the thing is. Your people? They think you need help.” He rolled his shoulders in a shrug, cracked his tattooed knuckles. “I know I’m not a traditional musician really, but I think your voice could be really haunting over the right sort of electronic track.”
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V grinned manically at the girl he’d been tailing from a bar, flexed his fingers slowly. “I don’t have to use my hands,” he said, and his smile almost seemed to widen- his fangs lengthened to be much more obvious. “Just my teeth,” he said as carefully as he could. He stared at her for a moment more, and then leapt forward, intending to capture the girl.
It took Jiwon a moment to realize that she was the one being addressed, and she certainly hoped she hadn’t been crying- tear tracks of blood were a dead giveaway, one of the few things she couldn’t glamour about herself. She’d been laughing and trying to hold the sound in, however, because laughing too hard would also cause tears, and she didn’t want to cause a scene.
“No, I’m not,” she quipped as she smoothed her hair away from her face, one brow arched as she looked the man over. “Can I help you?”
"Who's there?" Leo asked as he squinted against the rough fabric of the blindfold, tensed his wrists briefly against whatever had been used to lash him down to the unforgiving surface he was on. He supposed he should have been more careful, but even immortals slipped up every now and then.
He took the question as a joke placing his hands behind his back and paced the room back and forth, slowly and steady. His attention was at the male who was blindfolded. By the scenario, anyone could mistaken this for something sexual but, it was far more than that. Its been weeks or probably months since he had a taste of just a smudge of blood. he needed it and desired it.
He grinned and quickly answered.
“Your worst nightmare”.
Leo very nearly rolled his eyes, not that his captor would have been able to see the expression. “Oh, yes, I’m so scared,” he deadpanned, which always sounded off in his almost unnaturally high, light voice. He’d ceased his struggle for the time being, would instead indulge whoever this was. His memory of his evening after his first drink at the club was muddled indeed, that was what he got for not encountering this new generation of drugs very often.
Taking off the blindfolds, he cocked his head to the side and stared at the much paler individual before him. He reeked of alcohol and he didn’t, if he were to feed off him soon, the blood would give such adrenaline rush. Hearing the light voice of the male. “I like it when my victims are sarcastic and seemed unbothered by me.” He heaved a sigh and shrugged his shoulders. “I can sense that you’re special and by special I mean…not entirely human which I don’t care at all. Your blood smells good.”
“Good?” Leo gave a laugh that was altogether hollow, his gaze evenly following the form of what could only be a vampire. “Somehow I doubt that, every vampire who has ever tasted my blood said I tasted of sour wine.”
“Hm, I’ll be the judge of that don’t you think?”. He smiled at the stranger baring his pearly white fangs. “Blood is blood and when I want it I care less if it’s sour or sweet. Although I prefer my mate’s blood over anyone’s but—it’ll only cause death. I have no choice on preying on strangers.” Shrugging his shoulders he got closer, blue orbs staring at the lovely face of his prey.
“I promise it won’t hurt.” He grinned.
Leo stared up at the stranger unflinchingly, his lips pursed the slightest bit. This vampire... he was an odd one, to be sure. His mate’s blood would cause death? Not an immortal, then, that was certain. “Of course it won’t. I’m rather used to pain,” he said evenly.
