The steady thump of his fingertips against the solid oak table had certainly served to catch the youthful appearing vampire's attention. Her deep chocolate gaze had momentarily lingered upon the tense gesture, knowing well the restlessness that rested beneath his surface. After all, she fed upon the auras of others and often that benefited her in being able to detect just what such auras consisted of. He was ready - poised to strike and unfortunately she had entirely fallen within his trap by sheer proximity alone. It was discouraging for the demure creature to say the least. Every effort that he put into his demeanor to be the domineering creature of death that he was hardly went missed by the tender hearted female just as every gesture too struck the appropriate chord of fear within her. After all, she was submissive at heart - born and bred in such a fashion to be beautiful, graceful, disciplined, and utterly meek. It was such resounding hopelessness of her situation that eventually caused the girl to settle across him - despite the anxiety that bred within her butterfly ridden chest. She returned his beaming grin with but the weakest hint of her own, appearing more shy perhaps then terrified though such an adjective was equally as descriptive for her.
His baritone voice reached out to her, inquiring after her feasting habits and yet the girl could only offer a shrug. In truth she hadn't yet considered whether or not her dinner tonight would be, their taste entirely dependent upon the persona. Those who frequented such places tended to be more of an "easy" meal rather than an actual "good" one as far as the vampire girl was concerned and softly she responded if only for fear that her previous indecision might anger him, "No, but...I was...hungry." She admitted timidly. Feeding had never been an enjoyable task for her and frankly she pushed it off as much as she possibly could, leaving the poor girl half starved more often than not when compared to her regular blood sucking brethren.
She watched as the man leaned forward, his elbows situated on the table and briefly her gaze flittered upwards towards his intoxicating handsome features before shifting down towards the hand he outstretched towards her. She hesitated to offer him what he wanted, afraid perhaps that by touch alone he might be capable of cursing her to damnation. Still, she couldn't exactly deny him either and so, slowly, she reached out to place her porcelain slender hands within his own. "Yumi Chizue, I'm happy to meet your acquaintance." She responded, the line more habitual than holding any real measure of pleasure. Still, the young girl could hardly stand the tension any longer, her inquiry blurted out before she could let her culture's politeness stop her, "Are you going to kill me?"
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