Arlo James

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

For several moments longer Arlo is distracted with his prey, the vampire assuring his rope-thread was secure, the unconscious victim held entirely upside down for a wholly distinct purpose and yet one the man hardly chose to elaborate on in this moment. Arlo instead taking this chance to record the specifics of his victim within his much-treasured black notebook if only to prevent himself forgetting having run into the man. Vampires were aggressive beings at the best of times, especially when their meal was pilfered from them as he so fully intended to do. His victim sure to be left drained and irritable and ravenous all at once. If all went to plan the other vampire would have little idea of what had happened to him at all, let alone who had managed to thieve from him today. Arlo a distinctly secretive creature in every sense of the word and yet to meet his own needs it had become a necessity. His own kind far more likely to hunt him down then any other if he was afforded even one wrong step. Mistakes were not worth making. Not for him.

It is only in the interim that he remembers his stowaway, the huff from within his jacket reminding him of the Little Bear he had pilfered from the street, the man unzipping that black coat to remove her- holding the russet creature upward once more. Those striking blue eyes observed her silently from within the darkness of that hood, the smallest of frowns marring his features in contemplation as to just what sort of animal she was. Some level of amusement seeming to find him all the same, those white teeth flashed once more before the baritone of his voice rings out- informing the creature of how close she had come to costing him his meal for this evening. She herself- hardly smelled particularly appetising to him- at least not in her current form and as such he hardly finds the sight of her to induce any clawing hunger. His victim however, was a distinctly different matter, his gaze wandering from the Bear to the other vampire with a distinct sense of want. Just a minute longer, surely.

The sudden flick of something wet against his nose sees the vampire's attention return to his newfound companion, eyeing the animal critically now, unsure of the manner in which her tongue had brushed against him- his nose wrinkling slightly at the oddness of the sensation. This, apparently, the only reply he was to be afforded. Very well. A sigh of sorts is forced from his lips, the young man seeming to consider his predicament a moment before at last reaching up to place the bear upon his shoulders- this by far the safest of locations for her now- the man assured she held the capability to hang on- her tail longer then he had anticipated.

"I see you don't say very much, Chicka. That's alright- I suppose. I'm going to have dinner now though. I've waited three night for this and I'm starving, but first-"

He turns easily back to his victim now, hands reaching up to pat the sides of the other vampires jeans, feeling for anything within the other mans pockets, one eye lifting in satisfaction at the distinct feeling of a wallet, fingers deftly reaching inside to pluck that wallet from within. Arlo pauses only long enough to open it, inspecting those few bills and shiny coins. It was hardly much- this victim having been far more about the meal then the money and yet still he had hoped for better. How unfortunate.

"Hold, please."

It is a single, simple command, the wallet held suddenly towards his Little Bear companion, waiting for her to take it from him and hang onto it in some fashion before the vampire fixates upon the part of the evening he had so been looking forward to- whatever blood existed in the other vampires body surely having run towards his head and neck by now- so making Arlo's task all the more efficient. It is the only time in which he so drops the hood of his jacket, that shaggy near-black hair tickling at his eyes lashes at it fell loose, features at last unobscured as his own head tilted slightly, lips parted now to expose those pristine pointed fangs before running them along his victims neck. Finding that vein was decidedly easy when they were so full and his prey so conveniently upside down- Arlo biting down a moment later to be instantly rewarded with that hot and glorious taste. The man hardly capable of preventing that sound of satisfaction within his throat. If there was but one pleasure to feeding upon his own kind it was that he could take as much as he liked, he could be full without having to kill anyone and if only even for a few hours that gnawing hunger was at bay. How any of his kind managed to survive on but mere sips every other night he hardly knew and he hardly cared- in that moment any jovial or gentlemanly nuances were entirely forgotten. The man every inch the predator he was made to be, his tongue pressing upon that vein, running along the length of it, encouraging it to offer him only more and how freely it flowed when they were upside down! It had taken him years to work that out.

It is several long minutes before he finally pulls away, hardly bothering to close those wounds as he lent back against that tree in satisfaction- one hand lifted to rub the ear of the Little Bear in an absentminded bliss at the heat and life and warmth spreading through his veins. His skin losing that pallor and coldness, Arlo very much alive in that moment, every sense bursting, his tongue sweeping around his lips to make sure he got it all. The man having drained his victim almost completely.

"We have to hurry now Chicka, he will wake up very soon."

It is easy to call those threads back to himself, letting the other man tumble to the ground in an undignified heap, one azure eye trained upon him all the same. With little blood left in his body even his own venom with its calming effects would hardly keep the other down long. They had a minute, perhaps two, Arlo leaving his feet tied together if only to slow him down just that little bit more before that hood is pulled back into place, Arlo turning on his heel to stride into the shadows of the park, determined to keep his now-beating heart out of hearing range of the one he had stolen it from. It is only once they are entirely clear of the park that he allows his stride to slow, one hand lifted upward towards this odd little pet he had found to take that wallet from her, the man turning into the nearest alleyway, seating himself upon an upturned box a she so began to take the bills and coins from within it. He had such little use for this pocket change. One coin flipped aimlessly in his hand- head inclined to his companion, voice soft now. She was almost...cute really.

"You can't tell anyone about me, you understand? They don't know I'm here yet, none of them. I'll have the covens chasing me out again if they know, or the hunters will come. Can you keep this secret, Little Bear?"