Arlo James

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

What a weird girl she was, her pretty little features seeming to scowl slightly at his attempt to soothe those fears he had, wrongly, believed might be directed towards him and yet why shouldn't he think that? People ran in terror from him all the time, hell, have of the time other vampires ran from him. He was sued to it, if nothing else and yet this girl had helped him, she'd been almost kind and he was at least attempting not to terrify her all the more. After all, he so assumed it was his teeth that scared her, or that fear she might feel at the belief he was about to lunge at her an open a vein. An unlikely thing unless she was already bleeding. He could hardly be blamed for his actions then. Here and now however he supposed he was simply trying to be friendly and evidently doing a poor job of it. Maybe next time he'd just not talk at all. It seemed to be better that way. He destroyed everything he touched anyway- she was probably right to avoid him or warn him off or whatever she was trying to do with this effort to point out why he was wrong, his own head tilting ever so slightly at her explanation of this apparent mistrust she held.

"Well, I guess we aren't the most trustworthy lot. I can't blame you I suppose, some vampire bites really do hurt so I'm sorry one of us bit you but like I said, you really don't have to worry about me. At least, not about me biting you."

That boyish, almost lopsided grin returns once more although why he was still trying to, what? Win her over? He hardly knew. Finding anyone willing to spend time with him was, well, rare he supposed. This girl hardly the most outgoing of the lot and yet she had helped him and hey, she had reason to be the way he was she supposed. Arlo hardly having anticipated she would actually award him that three dollars. Genuine surprise overcoming his features now as he stares almost blankly at that offered money. She was...strange this one. Standoffish almost and yet at the same time....kinder then she appeared. It was a shame, really, that she had gotten hurt- especially so young. The young didn't forget. Though there was little he himself could do about it. Arlo hardly one for dwelling upon things all the same- at least not on the surface. The man far more inclined to merely live within the moment itself- taking those offered coins now before tucking them into his own pocket. Glancing up at her query about his battered book, snort of amusement erupting from within him at this notion he might have bad memory.

"Nah, it's just I'm, well, I don't really know the word for it. They call me different things. Cannibal, Drainer, Thieving Bastard is popular- I hear Crusnik the most. So I guess I'm that. Though don't ask me where they got that. I'm a vampire that...how to put it.......hunts other vampires. I drink vampire blood. This is my book so I remember where I've been so I don't go back. We are a territorial lot you see and they don't like me that much- can't blame them really."

His own shoulders lift in a shrug once more, the girl before him was neither a Hunter or a vampire and as such whatever knowledge she held of him would hardly matter. Unless she worked for the council or the local coven and yet he doubted either of those were possibilities. Hell, he wasn't even sure if this town had a coven, all the better really. His mind returning to the prospect of finding himself another notebook, asking whether or not the blonde girl wanted to come along. Her query as to why seeing one blue eye lift upward.

"I don't want any money from you and I'll pay you back this too when I can. I'm asking because you the night is young, I was led to believe girls liked malls and I'm not that opposed to company. If you'd rather go home though that's fine. Whatever you want is fine by me."