@°Xavier Oh All it had taken were the simple flick of his eyes, and he’d spotted whom he were looking for.
Oh? How lucky Vaughn were, what a beautiful creature.
Awe… they almost spotted him. Just a bit more looking and he were sure that the human would have been able to make some eye contact.
Ah, such a beginner move. Running away from something you couldn’t see yet could see you, and into something so secluded like an alley way. Wasn’t this the ploy to many horror movies? Then maybe Vaughn should play by the script.
The vampire backed into the nearest cascade of shadows, soon melting through. It was quick really, stepping out into the neon reflecting streets. There he was, still looking behind him as paranoia filled the humans veins. Vaughn did nothing but watch. Not a sound to give them warning, just a playful smirk and a burning stare before they’d bumped into his chest. So clumsy.
A chuckle were the first thing to leave his lips, the immediate stench of alcohol hitting his nostrils as he were staring down the startled male. Always watch where you go, right? The human shuffled to the side, his eyes followed, locking them into his sight as the other clearly tried to move away as best as possible. Vaughn inwardly cooed. How cute. This was playing out like a cat had caught his mouse for the day. “You look lost…” In which they were. Vaughn had never seen them around, so who could have brought such a beautiful creature to come down and bless him like this? The vampire moved a step towards the human, holding his hand out, to seem as though he was going to their hand. In that same motion, his hand flinched out to grasp the males face with the paddings of his fingers; sharp nails resting on their skin. His grip was not harsh. Firm, but soft as if he were holding something delicate. “Krasivyi [beautiful]…” Even their scent were coming at him in burst. How could he not touch?
“A new face?” The vampire crooned, letting go of their face. Vaughn retreated his hands to the pockets of his black flared slacks as he switched weight on the soles of his feet; tilting his head to the human. “What brings someone such as you here, hm?” Vaughn hummed, curiosity brimming his words. “…I have yet to see you around here..until tonight that is…”
@⍣Vaughn Elitia Nilis♜ 'When they face desperation, human beings become animals' It was a quote by Dan Brown, plastered alongside the wall of the very police station San used to have to pleasure of seeing daily. Now that he was no longer a policeman, and instead a slightly drunk- very desperate version of himself, he was starting to understand why they did. After all, the world has a funny way of treating humans like animals. Mere livestock that were only good for mundane fodder.
Here stumbles Xavier, tipsy and dressed in what he could only describe as "ty city clothes", a term coined by his mother back when they visited the city in the United Kingdom. Surprisingly enough here he was, innocent ol' goodie-two-shoes Xavier walking around the town at night. Maybe it was the alcohol burning in his veins or the way the giggling bystanders seemed to be having fun, but the darkness of the night didn't scare him at all.
Sighing out into the night air, the human rubs the side of his arm. It felt like he was being watched.. the feeling of eyes burning into his back piercing through everyone along the sidewalk. Nervous, he glances over his shoulder and looks around, finding nothing but excited patrons outside of clubs and scantily clad women flirting with men through car windows. "Must be the drink.." He huffs again, turning to continue on his way when he definitely felt the eyes once again. Biting down on his bottom lip he speeds up a tad and curves around the edge of a bar, walking briskly into the dark alleyway. A chill rolls down his spine and stopping, he checks his back once more. Seeing nothing, he shakes his head and dismisses his paranoia as a fiction of his imagination, facing forward again only to come eye to chest with a man. A soft noise of alarm snuffs out from his lips and he flinches back, lifting his head to stare into the eyes of the devil.
Alright maybe it was a bit of an over exaggeration to call him the devil, but with his tech-like outfit, tall stature, undeniably perfect features, and a look behind his eyes that made the outdoor chill look pathetic.. Xavier felt immediately afraid. His arms naturally move in front of his chest, and a quiet stuttered sentence comes out in his soft british tone. "A-Aha.. I didn't see you there. S-sorry?" He edges to the side, goosebumps rising along his arms and legs. Something about this man exuded authority- an authority he had never experienced before.
@°Xavier Oh It was about time to end his weekly check on his personal and brothel houses. They always must be kept up to the closest to perfect degree. Vaughn is definitely something else, but was never the one to treat those under them like low gravel. Whatever they needed; clothes, food, protection, surgery to keep them from getting pregnant, even abortions and he’d give it. As long as his girls and boys were on their best behavior, this selfish vampire would give them the world. As he wished someone could of done the same to him when he was just starting out.
A kiss to his lips by one of the sweetest workers he had known. The always greeted and sent him off with a kiss, something he never minded as affection, even if random, we’re one of his favorite things in this dreadful world.
“I will see you all next week. Take the best care of yourselves my doves..” They all stared at him with a saddened pout, another thing he could never resist. How endearing. “I know, I know.. but Mistress Nils needs to leave for now…” The male put his hand to his lips, blowing a gentle kiss to some of his favorite girls and boys. “I will be back in due time, no need to worry.” The male spoke as he walked out, waving his hand to behind him to bid his final goodbyes for the night.
“We will be looking forward to your visit soon Mistress Nils!”
Music to his ears every time.
The male fixed up his trench coat, taking a brief huff as he began to walk the streets of the Red Light District. This place was his second home, knowing this large plot of land like the back of his hand. And he along with others with just as high of status, had owned everything in it. And this also meant he knew when new faces would appear, smelling them before he could catch a glimpse.
And that’s exactly what happened, it was an unfamiliar yet /divine/ smell. Strong like sage or mugwort, yet sweet like honeysuckle. The scent filled his nostrils like a new breeze of air. Human. Untainted. It wasn’t like he could help it, not bothering to fight back this joker like grin from his features. The vampire had been a little…”bored” as of lately, so why not have a little game of catch and reel? And his play mate? The human behind the scent. First, he needed to spot them, and that did not take long at all.
