Arlo James

See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch

This was probably the weirdest conversation of his life, or at least the most, well- unanticipated one. The woman having gone from not believing him at all the questioning every facet of his life like some sort of mad scientist. Hell, maybe she was one. Maybe he'd said to much as it was already. Were these trade secrets? Was he supposed to be giving them away? Where was Sebastian when he was needed? Here he was giving out the keys to the vampire kingdom and no one was here to stop him running his mouth. Arlo having come to decide he tended to talk a lot when he was nervous. The vampire half wondering if what he was saying had even made sense. His gaze lingering on her leg as she finished applying that cream before demanding to know if he was territorial. Like a dog. Although really that was a fairly good word for it he supposed. Arlo pausing for a few moments as if considering the word and how best to explain it. Was the vampire mafia going to arrest him for this? Probably not, he supposed. After all he wasn't exactly a regular vampire as it was.

"Well- yeah. Mostly about where we sleep and people we care about. Most vampires really don't like sharing people they like with other vampires. A lot of us are really crabby when we're eating too like, seriously, don't interrupt a feeding vampire or try take his meal or anything. I'm working on it but even I totally snarled at another vampire recently."

Malek, to be fair, had snarled right back at him. That older vampire having been unwilling to back down to Arlo in any sense. Not that Arlo really blamed him either. Mi seeming to pause then as if searching for the right word. Arlo looking at her almost expectantly, one eye rising upward in expectation before she seemed to manage to mention the idea of blood and 'eating' people. His shoulders shrugging slightly as if this nonchalance somehow made it better, or less terrifying for the woman. Arlo attempting to downplay it slightly if only because she looked so damn pale he was mostly sure she was going to pass out.

"Like ninety percent of vampires drink blood yeah. Humans are the easiest target, but Fae blood is their favourite, I reckon that's why there aren't many Fae left anymore. I've never even seen a Fairy. There are different types of vampires though. Like ninety percent feed on human blood or Fae or Were or Witch- whatever they can get. There your regular vampires. There everywhere. I've heard there are Psychic vampires too though those are pretty rare, again, never seen one myself but they exist. They feed on emotions apparently no blood and then there's....well.....then there's Crusniks.....that's me. I....er.....feed on other vampires. I'm the...only one of me- I think."

He glanced briefly upward then, meeting the woman's gaze, his shoulders giving another shrug of sorts as if this information hardly bothered him. As if being the last or the only of his species wasn't, well, lonely at the best of times. Arlo attempting some sort of smile all the same. At least Mi wouldn't have to worry about him feeding on her.

"I still eat human blood sometimes, but it doesn't do much for me so you don't have to worry about me- oh, Hunters ummm, like the....supernatural police. They Hunt anything not human and kill it. Usually. Hunter's look just like human's though they are really fast and really strong and you need to like not tell anyone you work with about me just in case they come and stab me alright?"

Whether or not she was even listening he hardly knew, Mi seeming far more taken with attempting to work out whether or not she was the only one in the medical world to have potentially unlocked the secrets of vampire blood. She really was into this....work stuff wasn't she? Arlo watching her warily still after the mention of those dissections she wanted to carry out.

"I don't know, like I said, we don't give our blood out willingly."

That, Arlo suspected, was the very reason why the medical world hadn't exactly taken on to the miracle cure that was vampiric blood. Even despite its supernatural properties and ability to hell....anything, vampires rarely gave it up, let alone how dangerous it would be to have a hungry vampire around a group of humans. Mi seeming to take several more moments then to get her thoughts together. The woman apparently trying to decide whether or not this was a dream. Arlo scowling at her at that idea of a tranquiliser. Would take work on a vampire? Probably. Maybe he shouldn't ask her that. His head shaking at that query as to how you made a vampire.

"A bite won't do anything other then hurt, unless the vampire has something else in their venom, some do. A vampire has to bite you, drain your blood and then feed you his own to make you a vampire in return."

His own features scowled slightly at the memory of that very process- that something he never had any desire to remember let alone think on ever again, his head shaking slightly as Mi moved past him. Arlo wandering behind her a few paces, the woman rambling on about how she was never going to eat sugar again....as if this was somehow the cause of everything tonight before declaring she was going to bed.

"Yeah I sleep in the day- the sun and I disagree."

She wanted to talk more? About what? Arlo's lips parting to question just that before that door was abruptly slammed closed. Alright. This hadn't gone great although at least she was still here right? She hadn't gone screaming out the door and down the street. That was a win. Maybe. Arlo turning to head for his own room only to eye the mess that was that kitchen.

"Hey Mi? You forgot to clean up your- you know what? Forget it."

Maybe it was better if he did it tonight. Not that he really knew how exactly. Arlo bending down to start putting bits of that food back into the pot- grumbling to himself as he did. This had been one hell of a night.