Last Orders

[Tiffany]

Bottles of drink were being passed around the Hog's Head, and many appeared to be drunk already. It wasn't long after sunset but it looked like some of them had been there all day. Their eyes were out of focus and words were slurred.

Tiffany, on the other hand, has opted for the more sophisticated choice of red wine. Not exactly what she needed to stay in existence, but it was a worthy substitute. "Men," Tiff whispered to herself, flicking some chestnut brown hair over her shoulder, not intending the almost flirtatious glance that came from her shining blue eyes as she looked round.

Sipping at her wine slowly, Tiffany knew she could take care of herself, many who recognised the pale complexion she sported would know too. It was just the ignorant ones who were fooled by the innocent look that were the foolish ones... and a few minutes later, they knew nothing more.

[cassio]

Of course they knew nothing more. A few minutes later and some of them would be dead. Littered corpses with little to no blood leaking from two teeth wounds. The young and ignorant Vampires would have given in to the pulling of the dying victim, especially the lads, and these were the tell-tale signs of dry bodies of humans. It was a dear shame when the Vampiric kind were no better than the people they drank from when it came to their evoking greed.

But there were many other successful Vampires that learned to never give in to that killing tug and the near end of the feast. They were the Vampires that lived to tell the tale, so to speak. And, quite obviously, there were two of them in the dark pub, generally only recognised by eachother. That was an upside to feeding on the drunken men, because the Vampire would feel the effects of the liqueur within the blood that had not so long ago flowed through veins of the living.

Cloaked heavily within his brown coat, he was shot various warning glances from the drunks, others some times were quite welcoming. Marius never did mind a good seducing act, even if it were on the male of the species. To him, a kill was no different from the next. Pulling the ribbon from around the gathered brown hair which was in a low pony-tail, he reached up and tugged down the hood of his coat, letting his ethereal emerald eyes scan the smoke-filled room to land on a brunette.

The same elegance thrived from her youthful form that did from his, though he looked slightly older. Being turned at different ages were occasionally a Vampire's downfall, because if turned too old, sometimes the sire wouldn't survive, let alone be strong enough to fulfill his or her new 'life'. Twas a shame to waste a siring on an old human. Letting his booted feet stride almost as if he were travelling on wheels over to the Vampiress, Marius tipped his head to her in recognition. He had noticed her around before, the woman's occasional feeds within the forest, flashes of her in the Lair. But he wasn't sure as to whether she had ever seen her. "Surely we aren't all as horrid as you imply."