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@☬　Fang Geming ↳ ᴊᴜɴᴇ 11, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: hate generation - jvcki wai

"If any hunters tried to kill me, they'd have to go through my mama, my brother, and me too, but I appreciate the sentiment," Aurelio replied blithely, grinning. What a funny little human! Now he was even more worried about him. Hunters would tear him apart if they got ahold of him. "You should learn self-defence just to defend yourself, silly, it's dangerous here." Aurelio's smile fell, and he worried at his lower lip. Everything, he supposed, was dangerous to humans, but it was even dangerous for /powerful/ creatures here. This human wasn't just naive but also couldn't protect himself? That was a recipe for disaster.

"I'm not supposed to know this, because Mama would lose his and ground me for eternity—in my defense I never did them!—but I went to college and there were definitely college parties. Vampires can do drugs, but usually they do it through the blood of a human or another creature that's under the influence. So it's like—a secondhand high, I guess? Outside of that I don't know, and I don't want to know. I wouldn't use drugs. Mama's really... he doesn't like it." There were a lot of things that Gisela refused to talk about, and drugs were one of them. Caelius was the one who had given Aurelio a /don't do drugs/ speech. "Sometimes I feel like Mama doesn't want us learning about things at all, but he's just trying to protect us."

Crossing his arms over his chest, Aurelio gave Fang his best impression of Gisela's /the words that came out of your mouth were dumb as hell/ look and tapped his foot. "Clearly you don't know vampires. What if a feral one comes after you? Then you'd get munched because you didn't think you'd taste good. Also, every vampire's tastes are different. Caelius, for one, will only drink one blood type because he says everything else tastes like dirt."

The young vampire sighed, feeling an awful lot like Gisela must feel whenever Aurelio was the one saying stupid things. "Fang, I didn't mean other humans would bite your neck! I mean other humans might attack you. Just because it hasn't happened yet doesn't mean it won't! You have to be careful!"

@☬　Aurelio Yavetz A friend who would kill some hunters if Fang got killed by hunters. He liked this guy! He wanted more friends who would kill hunters for him! Ignoring the fact that he was a hunter, Fang didn’t mind people killing hunters! “Same for you, I know you’re not human, but I’d totally kill some hunters for you if you ever got challenged for having friends and being a decent guy. Though- might have to learn some self defence first.” Probably for the best that he left anything about him knowing combat out of it. Though, in this city, it was probably totally fine that a human knew self defence. Oh well, he’d made a story, and he wanted to keep Aurelio as a friend, so he was gonna go with it. This seemed like a nice guy, and Fang could really do with more friends.

“So would like, different kinds of blood feel like going drugs or something? Can vampires do drugs?” They probably couldn’t, right? That must be why they got different feelings. He was kind of a little envious, if Fang wanted floaties he had to mess up his body a little bit more with things instead of having a snack. “I mean, fair enough, I know it’s the thing parents want, their kids learning about all that stuff in a safe and controlled environment. Sometimes it’s more fun to experience it for yourself though.” Fang did not get drunk. He was not a jolly or happy drunk. The anger issues acted up and he always, every time, without fail, started a fight with someone while intoxicated. So he didn’t do it anymore, because smoking already got him enough disapproving looks, never mind drinking and starting fights.

The human waved a hand, rocking on the balls of his feet before settling again. “Nah, I’d use it if I really needed to, but I don’t think I’d even taste that good. Maybe they’d taste my blood and just like drop off or something and have enough? I dunno.” He raised a brow at the other and shook his head. “Don’t worry, I’ve never been bitten in the neck by a human either, and I’m much taller than most of them, other humans see me and looming and run away. Or at least, hopefully they would if they were thinking about starting trouble with me.”

@☠　Fang Geming ↳ ᴊᴜɴᴇ 11, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: doin' time - lana del rey

"Okay," Aurelio chirped, "because if you do get hunted down and killed for having friends and you know, being a decent person, I'll have to go out and kill some hunters." His cheerful smile and chipper tone didn't at all much the words that came out of his mouth, a sincere promise of brutal death should someone try to hurt this nice human. Aurelio liked Fang! Gisela would probably like Fang too. He'd probably try to feed him and wrap him in blankets if he found him in a place full of vampires. Oh, and give him a healthy scolding, more of one than Aurelio had given. He was a chronic worrier, or something like that. If he knew there was a poor innocent human boy (not Aurelio's words, the words his mother would probably use) running around at vampire parties in cemetaries in the middle of the night without other humans or ways to protect themselves, Gisela would worry endlessly.

(He'd already be in a tizzy if he found out Aurelio had snuck out to a party.)

"Oh, definitely. No floaties for this vampire," Aurelio shrugged, "I might be in my forties but Mama would probably ground me. He doesn't like it when my brother and I drink things that alter our perceptions or behavior or... whatever they do, I don't know, I'm not smart. I made good grades in school because my uncle's the most patient person ever. Anyway, one time Caelius and I got drunk and Mama was angry for a month because we didn't tell him and we didn't drink at home or safely or whatever. And he's super protective. He's where I get it from, you know. Did I already say that? Dunno."

Aurelio gasped. "But you do have to use it, Fang! This world is /dangerous/. Just because you've never been bitten by a vampire doesn't mean some jerk won't try to sink his teeth in! I mean, you're a young, healthy human and vampires like to bite young, healthy humans! You need to learn how to defend yourself and your neck. Not just from vampires either! From other humans, too! And while not all creatures are bad, there are bad ones out there. I can't always be around to protect you!"

@☬　Aurelio Yavetz Fang nodded his agreement towards that last part. Modern houses definitely beat tombs on his tier list of places to be living. He'd rather not have bugs crawling all over him, and cold stone all around him. He'd feel very dead whenever he went inside his house - though, he mused, that could be kinda accurate. No no, if Fang was dying, screw being buried in a tomb with a fancy plaque, all dressed up for no one to see. He'd go down in a blaze of glory! Forever young and forever remembered, for better or worse. Yay! He paused a moment about the comments about hunters, very much wanting to say 'oh yes, I'd know all about that actually-' but that would ruin his chances of making friends. And, he'd probably die. Not everyone was as tolerant as Sterling or the rest of Vos, who he was a hundred percent sure knew he was a hunter, despite how he'd prefer to keep it on the down low. He'd might as well just tell the whole city he'd killed a bunch of people! But please don't arrest him, because at least he felt guilty.

"I'll make sure I'm careful, I won't let any hunters track me down for hanging out with people. They're don't discriminate, in a discriminatory way," He answered instead, nodding solemnly. "Side effects? Well, it's good you've found something you like, wouldn't want you getting all floaty. That's interesting though."

With a sigh, Fang didn't object to the vampire shoving against him. He probably needed it. "Well, that's good to know, otherwise I wouldn't smell good. If I had garlic on me, obviously." His cheeks were still red, but at least the dim light of the graveyard kept it well hidden. To other humans - the vampires would have no problem seeing the embarrassment induced flush to his cheeks. "Yeah, I'm pretty awful at self-defence at the best of times, but you know, I don't really have to use it. I've never been bitten by a vampire before."

@☠　Fang Geming ↳ ᴊᴜɴᴇ 11, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: la di da - everglow

"Well, that's what Caelius says. I don't remember it, I was too young. I don't think I'd like it there anyway." Aurelio made a face, and nodded gravely. "A modern house definitely beats a tomb. I don't know if I have extended family that live in tombs, nor do I really wanna know, but if we were living in a tomb Caelius and I would have driven our mother insane. Also, tombs seem like they'd be dirty..." he trailed off, thinking of their very clean home. "...and that just wouldn't go over too well. Besides, it's not like humans are as quick to hunt our kind anymore, so we don't have to live in tombs. Of course, there are still hunters." Looking at the man beside him, Aurelio frowned, concerned for his safety beyond the party. "If you're friends with vampires and other creatures, you should be careful. Hunters don't discriminate. They kill humans, too."

The young vampire hummed. "Mama, Caeli and I always drink human blood," he answered, "and it doesn't taste bad. Creature blood doesn't taste bad either, but sometimes it has side effects. Like, fairy blood makes me feel funny. Floaty, kind of. So... I prefer human blood. I don't get any weird feelings from it."

Aurelio looked at Fang a little bit balefully. "Garlic," he repeated, like the human was the dumbest person alive (hard to do, considering Caelius was technically alive). "Garlic doesn't do to vampires, Fang. If you carry garlic someone will probably try to season you with it." He stepped closer to the human, practically plastering himself to his side. He was going to have to keep a very close eye on this boy so he didn't go and get himself eaten! "This is why Mama always worries about humans," he sighed, "you don't know how to defend yourselves."

The vampire nodded sagely. "We can just pinch each other."

@☬　Aurelio Yavetz “You used to live in a castle?” Were all vampires rich? Or royalty? Nah, probably not if a lot of them slept in tombs. Fang wished very much he had his own castle. He’d make a good king, he’d be an amazing corrupt politician. Only he wouldn’t, because being all corrupt and ty to people make him also feel ty. “Well a modern house sounds like it beats a tomb, to be honest. But all castles look all old and probably haunted, so I can see what you mean. I grew up living in a trailer though, so I don’t think I’d mind a castle.”

It was good to know he didn’t have any blood problems, at least! He’d make a wonderful meal for whoever he pissed off enough to eat him. He wouldn’t give them any blood problems or anything. Lucky them. “Do humans even taste good? Like - there’s so much variety out there in creatures, can’t they just feed off other creatures?” Maybe it was because people were cautious of humans. He couldn’t say he blamed them. Fang literally killed monsters for a living. But nobody needed to hear about that, it was a dark secret, and the moment he had the chance to, he’d be out of there. He just wished he could commit major arson on their headquarters as he went. Gasoline was a fun toy.

“Yeah, probably not polite to start killing people.” Fang was pulled from his thoughts by the agreement. “Thanks for not letting me get eaten, man. Is it true vampires don’t like garlic? Should I carry garlic next time?” Stupid question - it wasn’t a good idea to try and repel the other people there! That would just make him even ruder. As he said it his cheeks warmed and he shook his head. “You don’t have to answer that, that was stupid.”

Glancing up to the vampire again, Fang grinned lightly, showing off his - not fang-like - teeth. “I ramble too, no worries. Pinch me too if I get sidetracked or anything.”

@☠　Fang Geming ↳ ᴊᴜɴᴇ 11, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: beat it - michael jackson

That made sense. Manners, and all that. "Good point, it's probably rude to ask people where they live when you don't know them well. But once you know them better you can ask about it, and they probably won't get mad because you've built a friendship," Aurelio stated. "But thanks to me, now you know that vampires live in cemeteries and in normal houses too! And some live in castles, like my older brother said we did in Italy. But I don't think I'd want to live in a castle. Seems too stuffy. Old and creaky. I'm a baby vampire and I grew up in a modern house."

Aurelio could practically smell the awkwardness in the human. Okay, so maybe the blood talk was a little /much/, but Aurelio was Aurelio and Aurelio was wonderful at blurting out whatever came to mind.

"Sure, I'll stick around," the vampire agreed. "Well, if someone tries to bite you, I'll just stab them and make them leave you alone. Or I have a crossbow, but that's only if I have to kill someone and I really don't want to have to kill anyone tonight. I don't think my friend would like it if I crashed his party by killing one of his other friends, but if I have to I will. So you don't have to worry about getting eaten."

His mother probably wouldn't be happy if he found out Aurelio was out at a party and had to use his wooden bolts, either, but what Gisela didn't know wouldn't hurt him. If Aurelio could recover the bolts, he'd just wash them and pretend nothing had ever happened. And if he couldn't, he could always make new ones without either his mother or his brother finding out.

"I'm sure you're not bad company," he agreed. "I can be, though, so just pinch me if I ramble too much. My brother says I never shut up."

@☬　Aurelio Yavetz That was really strange. To Fang at least. Could bugs and mud and coffins really be so great? Each to their own he supposed. Maybe the inside of each of the crypts was like a five star hotel. Even if it was, you wouldn’t catch him sleeping in one. “Not really. I don’t really ask when I’m befriending people, never really sure if it’s rude, you know?” He admitted, with a shake of his head. Okay, he wasn’t an expert on many creatures but humans, but he was never sure what would get him into trouble when asking. He supposed some things were alright - it wasn’t like he went around asking for all the deep dark secrets of being a creature or anything.

Alright, if he was honest, the human wasn’t sure whether to nod and thank the guy for explaining what his blood was like, and that he had no infections or anything, or to awkwardly laugh and back away. Probably to get bitten by some hungry other person. Did getting bitten by a vampire feel good? He was pretty sure it did in the vampire movies.

Even if it did - he didn’t really want to go that way. Sterling Would Not Approve. Or maybe he would. Probably not. He should avoid getting bitten. It might be best to ask Aurelio for help.

“It’s okay, really, I appreciate the concern. If you wouldn’t mind- I’d like it if you hung around a while. Keep me from having to look behind me all the time,” Fang said, nodding his head lightly. “I think it would be pretty rude, but I hope nobody tries to eat me in the first place.” Being eaten sounded like a very gross way to go. He’d rather stay whole than in multiple Fang pieces when he died. “Maybe you should be my bodyguard for the evening then. I swear I’m not too bad for company, even if we might have to tell some people to leave us be.”

@☠　Fang Geming ↳ ᴊᴜɴᴇ 11, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: the devil - banks

"Well, yeah. I don't live in a cemetery, I live in a villa with my mother and my brother, but I have a lot of friends that live in them. For some, it's more comfortable than being in mortal housing." Aurelio tilted his head at the human, again wondering why he was there. Really, whoever brought their human was irresponsible... "You don't know a lot about vampires, do you?"

Aurelio raised a brow. "Well, that's the concern, isn't it? You're very alive. Your heart beat is steady and strong, and you smell..." he paused, trying to put a finger on the scent, but gave up with a shrug. "Well, you smell edible, so I wouldn't be surprised if someone /did/ try to bite you. Who knows how long it's been since some of these vampires have fed?" Realizing he sounded like his mother, Aurelio huffed. "Sorry. It's just concerning since there aren't other humans here and no one's like, hanging around to tell people you're off-limits to bite. I want to think no one will bite you, but I know vampires."

Scratching his wrist, Aurelio shrugged. "The taste depends on the vampire. I only drink from bags, so it's all stale to me... you don't smell bad, though. You don't smell like bad blood. No rot, so you don't have any infections. Kind of like... a fruit that has a bitter edge?"

Okay, so it was probably weird that he had tried to break down how the human smelled. He was just trying to make conversation and help the abandoned human understand the dangers of coming to a vampire party and being the only human there. "I mean, if you want a bodyguard, I'm here." Aurelio patted the hilt of the sword belted to his hip. "I won't let anyone eat you, because that's rude.

@☬　Aurelio Yavetz Some might say it was a teeny tiny bit silly of the human to wander around introducing himself to people, hence drawing more attention to the fact that he was there. He could imagine his heartbeat stuck out in the wave of soundless ones - could vampires hear that well? It made him a little self conscious of how his breathing effected his heart rate. The thought of someone listening in on something he couldn’t help but so was a strange one.

“Vampires actually live in cemeteries?” He blinked a few times. Now that sounded like something out of one of the cringy movies he’d watched growing up. In such a modern world, did people still want to live in creepy crypts where there would be bugs and little fluttery things everywhere? He struggled not to shudder. Fluttery little things were so gross. Anything smaller than a bat was getting an angry Fang swat them.

“It’s nice to meet you man. I can see why you’d think so - a friend invited me and I was thinning I could do with the chance for some fresh air, you know? Plus, even if I’m not a vampire, bring out at night makes me feel pretty alive,” He smiled lightly and inclined his head into a nod. “I hope not, but I can’t imagine I’d taste good to be honest. Is it rude to ask if vampires prefer humans or other creatures-?” Come to think of it, it was a little bit dumb of him to come with only a small knife to a party of creatures where he was the only human - mortem would be so disappointed in him boohoo - so he was hoping he’d run into o trouble.

“Are there many crazy people here do you think? I shouldn’t be finding myself a bodyguard for the evening should I?”

@☠　Fang Geming ↳ ᴊᴜɴᴇ 11, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: tik tok - ke$ha
↳ ᴀᴜʀᴇʟɪᴏ: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ba/7d/59/ba7d59072eb2c588f6a4d975ec0065e7.jpg

While Aurelio Yavetz was absolutely /not/, under any circumstances, a baby, and was /absolutely/ a grown man who could make his own decisions, he still waited for his mother to be occupied with a business call before he slipped out his bedroom window and slipped into the darkness. He’d been invited to a party in the forest cemetery by one of the vampires that lived there, one around his age that he had befriended.

And Gisela would definitely not like the idea of Aurelio going to a party.

The young vampire’s peculiar fashion choice made him stick among the others attending the party, the only one wrapped in the stylings of an ancient culture. While he hadn’t lived in that time, his uncle Haolan had, and Haolan was the person Aurelio tried to model himself after. He wore his hair long like Haolan, dressed in a similar fashion to Haolan, and he loved books like Haolan… though he was quite energetic and loud in ways that Haolan was not.

“Hmmm?” Aurelio could hear the telltale thrum of a human heart, the sing of blood in the mortal’s veins. Who had the bright idea to bring a human to a vampire party? Someone might try to eat him, and then Aurelio would have to stab them. “Hi, Fang. I’m Aurelio.” What had the human asked? Oh, yes. He’d asked about the party. A valid question, honestly. “I don’t live in this cemetery, I was just invited by a friend so I showed up. I have no idea if this is a common occurrence,” he shrugged.

“So why are you here? It doesn’t seem incredibly smart for a human to show up at a, you know. Gathering of vampires who might decide to your blood. Not that I think anyone here /would/ do that, but you can never be too careful these days, you know? People are crazy.”

@☬　Aurelio Yavetz Fang was leaving the house. Who’d have thought it, the lesser-spotted Fang Geming was emerging from his hovel to hang around a /group/ of people. Though he couldn’t really be blamed for wanting to lighten his mood a little. Ever since... Mortem’s... drama, let’s say - he’d been all bunched up and moody, and wanting to do nothing but bring anarchy around for those who’d upset him. But alas, he wasn’t looking to die just yet, so he’d locked himself up in his room for the most part, settling for burning old newspapers stacked up from various old art projects.

But as for his new adventure, a friend had heard he’d not been doing well, and invited him to a graveyard for a party. Invited, read; dragged. Of course he was thinking, ‘ah yes, my favourite place to party, in a field of dead bodies, crypts and rocks’ but went along nonetheless. With the guests all - as far as he was aware - being a part of the city’s vampiric community, Fang guessed it fit into stereotype. He’d learned the hard way not to ask if any of them sparkled in the day time, but maybe they really did like hanging around in cemeteries after the sun went down.

The decision to wear a coat was a welcome one, and he was glad to not be shivering like crazy as he pitched up to the cemetery. The he was, just a human at a vampire party, minding his own business. Nothing could possibly go wrong. Nothing. He grinned and spoke to the people who’s faced he found familiar, and tried to strike up conversation to those who had clearly had no past contact with him. It was already dark out, and human eyes weren’t perfect, but that didn’t mean they were entirely out of light. This wasn’t a medieval vampire party after all.

“Hey,” He began, greeting a third stranger of the night with a lopsided grin. “I’m Fang, nice to meet you. Do you guys often arrange parties in the middle of the night in cemeteries?”