[He stops when she does, like a shadow, except he's standing in the middle of streetlight instead of lurking in the gloom, and he just keeps smirking at her.]
Depends. Where can a guy get a bite to eat?
[And if you look you can probably see that his teeth are sharper than they really should be. And he's paler than he should be. And his eyes are too dark to be brown.]
WELL SHIT! Of course this would happen on this kind of weekend. At least he's only here for the weekend. Right? Fuck her life. She studies him for a moment, taking note of the teeth and the pale skin and the eyes.]
Head to the Underground. Talk to the owner of [bar name here because the fucking mun forgot what it was]. I'm sure they'll be able to help.
[She's just going to keep walking, now, one eye on Ed.] It'd be really dumb to start shit here. Just letting you know, man.
[He's still following. Like a pitbull puppy that can't decide if it wants to attack or not.]
...Maybe, but where's the fun in that? It's from a bottle, or maybe a bag. It's like eating Dipp'n Dots; the flavor may be right but the texture's all wrong and it's not even a quarter as satisfying as the real thing. Totally not worth the hype.
[And then he's all innocent, big ol' puppy eyes with none of the sincerity.]
C'mon, who said I'm gonna start shit? I'm just looking for a quick meal, that's all.
Never had Dipp'n Dots. You'll just have to adapt. [She has, once again, stopped walking and is now just frowning at the kid.] I-I...whatever you're doing? I don't have time for and even worse, I don't have the patience for. So just...head Underground. You'll like it better there, I can guarantee it.
Dunno, I'm having a pretty good time up here, why would I leave? "Underground" sounds like either a subway tunnel or land of the mole people. And while they bleed like a motherfucker, they don't taste that great. Very...earthy.
It's the best place for food for you. The people of the City aren't on the menu, myself included. And there aren't mole people. [She's been there a few times. She would know. And son, you are making her nervous.]
[That doesn't help at all. She takes a step away, trying to keep the distance between the two of them the same. Maybe even add to it.]
I already told you. It's not my fault you won't listen.
[While it's a good idea to keep an eye on something that could possibly be a threat, she forgot to mind her surroundings. A misstep on the curb and she wobbles, almost falling if it weren't for the car parked behind her. Her focus shifts from the creepy guy stalking her to trying to remain upright.] Shit.
[He uses the distraction to close the distance, and now he's standing right in front of her, watching her appraisingly. Seriously, Charlie, if you keep trying to escape you'll give him a complex or something.]
Careful. You wouldn't want to trip and fall, would you?
[...Please do. There might be blood, and you already smell AWESOME.]
[Well, that was certainly enough for Charlie. This guy was just too much for her at the moment and she was already stressed enough. So much for the quiet escape attempt.] Fine. Don't listen. See if I care.
[If she sounds a little too calm, considering her situation, that won't matter in a moment. As passive as she sounds about the whole ordeal, what Ed should really be paying attention to is the air heating up around the girl quite rapidly. And she speaks again with the same calm, almost monotone voice she used a moment ago.] The Underground has everything you need and you can walk away from your food unscathed there. I can't guarantee the same if you don't back away from me. Right now.
[Ed takes a step back as the heat flares, hisses at it because fire bad even if there's no fire to go with it yet, but he doesn't back off entirely. He can still save this. Maybe.
[He snarls in annoyance, but like hell he's getting any closer when she's practically sizzling, that's just asking for trouble and he's not that desperate for a meal.
So yeah, he's backing off, keeping an eye on her as he does, fangs still bared at the potential threat. And yeah, he'll be going to the Underground, thanks.]
Well, then it looks like I'll be seeing you.
[Bitch. This isn't over; it's a tactical retreat, you didn't win.]
Except he doesn't; he lunges forward again, closer than before, blocking her in against the car and growling in annoyance, veins pulsing blue in his neck as instinct strains for the next form. So what if she's worryingly hot (literally), this is a matter of pride.]
[Suddenly? No. No, she's not sure at all. But she keeps on. Because she's dumb. She's trying so hard to not flinch backward with the vampire all in her face. That wouldn't be wise. Instead, she continues eye-contact, a half smirk on her face.] Kidnapped by stone statues that move when you blink and don't burn and sent to some weird void with nothing and no one else around me. And just before you started your creeper staring and stalking...thing, I had some guy dressed as a clown burst into flames in the middle of the tea shop and just stand there like it was no big deal.
Now, clearly I can't set either of them on fire. I tried with the first one, gave it all twenty-thousand degrees of my damn best and the clown? Don't think I coulda hurt him. You, though?
[She moves her hand, holding it an inch from his shirt. It glows for a moment before flames start dancing on her palm and fingers ever so slightly.] It probably won't take much. Now, please just keep heading Underground.
[Another hiss and he takes a step back, flinching away from it like he's already been burned. Something flickers under the surface of his skin, veins spreading as teeth sharpen and features twist at the threat, and he tries to move forward once, twice, but is forced to back off every time, hissing in protest at each failure because it burns and he hasn't been around long enough to push through the discomfort.
Dammit. This isn't over, not by a long shot.
He takes another step back, tilting his head as he commits her to memory, every little detail he can glean, then slinks off into the dark with a final growl. He'll be back.]
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Depends. Where can a guy get a bite to eat?
[And if you look you can probably see that his teeth are sharper than they really should be. And he's paler than he should be. And his eyes are too dark to be brown.]
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WELL SHIT! Of course this would happen on this kind of weekend. At least he's only here for the weekend. Right? Fuck her life. She studies him for a moment, taking note of the teeth and the pale skin and the eyes.]
Head to the Underground. Talk to the owner of [bar name here
because the fucking mun forgot what it was]. I'm sure they'll be able to help.[She's just going to keep walking, now, one eye on Ed.] It'd be really dumb to start shit here. Just letting you know, man.
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...Maybe, but where's the fun in that? It's from a bottle, or maybe a bag. It's like eating Dipp'n Dots; the flavor may be right but the texture's all wrong and it's not even a quarter as satisfying as the real thing. Totally not worth the hype.
[And then he's all innocent, big ol' puppy eyes with none of the sincerity.]
C'mon, who said I'm gonna start shit? I'm just looking for a quick meal, that's all.
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Even if I ask nicely? Where's the hospitality?
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I already told you. It's not my fault you won't listen.
[While it's a good idea to keep an eye on something that could possibly be a threat, she forgot to mind her surroundings. A misstep on the curb and she wobbles, almost falling if it weren't for the car parked behind her. Her focus shifts from the creepy guy stalking her to trying to remain upright.] Shit.
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Careful. You wouldn't want to trip and fall, would you?
[...Please do. There might be blood, and you already smell AWESOME.]
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[If she sounds a little too calm, considering her situation, that won't matter in a moment. As passive as she sounds about the whole ordeal, what Ed should really be paying attention to is the air heating up around the girl quite rapidly. And she speaks again with the same calm, almost monotone voice she used a moment ago.] The Underground has everything you need and you can walk away from your food unscathed there. I can't guarantee the same if you don't back away from me. Right now.
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What Would Jerry Do?]
Whoa. Pyro. Okay, that's cool. Calm down, geez. What's your name?
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[Jesus, Charlie. Defiant much?] You keep backing away. Go where I told you to go and no one gets hurt.
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So yeah, he's backing off, keeping an eye on her as he does, fangs still bared at the potential threat. And yeah, he'll be going to the Underground, thanks.]
Well, then it looks like I'll be seeing you.
[Bitch. This isn't over; it's a tactical retreat, you didn't win.]
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[Oh, my fuck. Charlie. Shut your damn mouth.]
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Except he doesn't; he lunges forward again, closer than before, blocking her in against the car and growling in annoyance, veins pulsing blue in his neck as instinct strains for the next form. So what if she's worryingly hot (literally), this is a matter of pride.]
You sure about that?
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Now, clearly I can't set either of them on fire. I tried with the first one, gave it all twenty-thousand degrees of my damn best and the clown? Don't think I coulda hurt him. You, though?
[She moves her hand, holding it an inch from his shirt. It glows for a moment before flames start dancing on her palm and fingers ever so slightly.] It probably won't take much. Now, please just keep heading Underground.
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Dammit. This isn't over, not by a long shot.
He takes another step back, tilting his head as he commits her to memory, every little detail he can glean, then slinks off into the dark with a final growl. He'll be back.]