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.”

@leoochoi​

Loren: do you have the notes from yesterday's class?

Sav: hey, heard you got into some sort of fight??

still hurting, the last five years. an ambitious choice, which was exactly why her summer semester vocal coach had chosen it for her. a bit too ambitious as far as ellie was concerned—she was no lauren kennedy, let alone anna kendrick—but apparently not out of the range of possibility. at least it was pretty contemporary, the instructor only a few years older than herself. she’d hummed through ‘go and ride the sun away’ when a figure came into view across the way. leo. ellie debated not saying anything, not wanting to bother her, but ended up resting the sheets on her lap and looking back over at her anyway. “morning,” she called out. “there’s coffee in the pot. i probably only made it twenty or thirty minutes ago. feel free to finish it off.” @leoalcrights​