Arlo James

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

There were those select few in the world that, for whatever reason, seemed to have a high tolerance to his venom and more often than not, those select few often turned out to be human. He had never yet met a vampire capable of withstanding that intoxicating flood of relaxants that came with his bite. Lulling them into that blissful clam and utter serenity that saw them give totally in to his own desire and left them sedated for some minutes afterwards to let him make his escape well before they could stand let alone form a coherent thought. This woman however, the one now sheriking and carrying on- seemed to be one of the few that, while not immune, had some sort of resistance to him that had seen her recover at a truly abnormal rate from his feeding session. Her blood had been....average he supposed. Anything other then a vampire tended to taste average to him. Like tofu or salad. He could eat it, sure, but who really wants a salad when steak was on offer? Getting that metaphorical steak however was often more trouble then it was worth and for tonight at least he had simply needed a quick fix. Something to take that edge off his hunger and heal his wound even if it had hardly been satisfying for him or particularly nutritious for his own unique needs. How much easier is must be for those other vampires- the ones whom seemed to possess the ability to just....eat anyone.

He shook the thought away hurriedly, heading back across the park, over the street and at last into the warmth of his apartment. It was only then that his Little Bear decided to remove herself from his hood, her head poking out in that comical fashion she had a way of doing before he moved to scoop her up and into his arms, placing her gently on the arm of the couch. The blue of his gaze drifted briefly back to that tree, Arlo having lost count of how long it had been since he had last had a tree. Ten...maybe eleven years ago. Before the vampire thing. Back when he had a family whom weren't to terrified of him to know him and friends whom would never have dreamed of kicking him out. Then again, how good a friends had they really been to leave him when he'd needed them? When he'd had no place to stay? Maybe it didn't matter anymore. He didn't need them. They were long gone. They'd all be dead in sixty years anyway and he'd still look, well, as good as any vampire ever had he supposed. He allowed those less then thrilling thoughts to drift from his mind, turning that azure blue of his gaze to his little companion. It was stupid, he supposed, to apologise to a Panda. It probably had no idea what he was saying and yet she was the only thing he had. If she never came back after tonight at least he'd know he'd tried to make up for scaring her before she'd gone.

Whether she understood his words all not, the man found himself offered a sort of....open-mouthed look he decided was probably a smile. Either that or she was hungry. Either way Arlo was willing to take it as acceptance of his apology as he tumbled back and onto that sofa I the fashion only really a man can manage. His gaze met her own as he spoke, Arlo so often taking to simply speaking at the Panda if only for the sake of holding some sort of conversation with someone. He was not sure, truly, what prompted his memory of that vampire he had scented but once before and yet god how that memory haunted him! If only he could find that scent again. He was positively salivating at the thought of it before he managed that soft chuckle again, aware of how utterly hopeless he was sure he sounded professing his love of certain blood to an animal and yet- who else was there to talk about these things? He could never say them to another person, at least, someone not a vampire. It would only frighten them or upset them. His Little Bear on the other hand never seemed to mind. In fact, her features looked almost curious. Perhaps that was just wishful thinking on his part.

"It's always been other vampires for me, pretty much since the beginning. My Maker was the same though. I guess his tastes passed to me. Patrick was his name. He was a good guy you know? I asked him once why he made me- he said he was lonely. There was no one else like him, no other vampires anyway. He died a little while ago. I mean he was pretty old- but that's not why he died- it doesn't matter. Either way, if I can't get vampire blood then I don't mind Were. It has some flavour. The rest I can take or leave. Fairy is the only one I've never had. You ever met a Fairy, Little Bear? Patrick said their pretty rare. Vampires keep hunting them to extinction."

His words trailed off. Arlo not even sure why he was saying them or what had prompted this nostalgia in him. The vampire content to shake it off as his gaze travelled back to that tree, the man content to suggest that next year maybe they'd even put some presents under it. A soft sound left his lips as the Panda hoped down and onto him, making herself comfortable as his now-warm hand rested on her neck, rubbing softly at the fur there.

"You know babe, you have nice eyes for a panda."

He grinned easily once more, those fangs flashing as he did before reaching for the TV remote resting on the coffee table, holding it up to the panda now before gesturing to the TV itself.

"We can watch the Christmas carols- which is a lot of celebrities singing traditional songs, we can watch several children's Christmas movies or we can watch Love Actually. There's are apparently the only choices for the night. I guess they are all Christmas-y. Might as well make yourself comfortable then. Which one are we watching?"

He gestured to the numbers on the remote with each choice, offering the panda the chance to choose which one. Arlo finding he hardly minded, even if she picked the girly one, as he settled further down on that couch- arms folding behind his head. This perhaps the most pleasant Christmas he'd had in a long while.