homesick

Archebold turned to @Rexanna as she asked a most peculiar question. It was there he chose to halt his steps. "Ask yourself this...and perhaps what you say will be true. Have you ever killed someone? Felt the life of someone drain...felt it against your skin. The warmth...did you find comfort or repulsion? Resolution or regret? You asked me what kind of monster am I..."

He turned to face his new acquaintance fully, her arm released as he reached slowly and traced his finger along the brand.

"...I am the worst kind. The one who reflects the flaws of their creator, who is the pinnacle of their worst aspects of who they are. I am a reflection of humanities ugliest virtues...shrouded in a body built to be perfect.

I relish fear...I find the sensation of a racing heart intoxicating." Finger still gently tracing along Rexanna's brand stopped as he lowered it into his pocket.

"I'm a monster with nothing to hide...I could take you into some barren corner, overpower you and feed off of what I imagine must be nectar so delicate...it would be a sin of great calamity not to savor. You would resist, if you felt inclined, but it would pump your heart faster and drive my thirst further.

I could do that...but I choose not to...do you know why?"

The latter whispered as he leaned ever so closely to the side of her ear, as if the threat to bite her was there any moment until he straightened his posture.

"Good conversation is so hard to come by."

He teased with a smile. Dark eyes glanced around before focusing on her once more.

"Do you dance Anna?"

Archebold would ask, purposely shortening her name for he enjoyed how it sounded by comparison.