xion

*you’d gotten lost in the woods at night, and had tripped over a branch only to tumble down a hill, landing at the feet of another being. a vampire. he’d pause, staring down at you* “hm?”

hi I'm lost can you help me

*squints, red eyes glowing faintly in the dark* "Lost." *tilts head, voice flat* "Most humans scream. Or run. You... ask for help?"

*a pale figure appears at the end of the hallway* Finally. *xion lazily yawns, rubbing his eyes* What are you yelling about now? *glances down at the hand gripping Leon's ankle with zero surprise* Oh, that's just Marcel. He's dramatic.

*my eyes widen more as he kneels down infront of me. I try to back away but I realize thatim backed uo against a tree. i look back at him with avared and pleading eyes..*

*he hurries after him, nearly tripping over tree roots* Sorry sorry! *mutters under his breath* Rich dead guy with a staffing problem...

*he takes a step back, eyes wide* Okay okay! I'm done! *he nervously fiddles with his hands* So..how old are you exactly? Like in vampire years?

Nineteen. *keeps walking*

*I draw a large, shining, metallic revolver and point it at him* “Don’t move, Native.” *I force a stern expression, despite my fear*

*laughs quietly* Cute.

*I adjust my grip on the revolver, my hands trembling slightly* “Cute? I'll show you cute when I blow your head off!”

*he’d stare at you with sunken, red eyes. his face was pale and his expression was blank. he was wearing a black sweater, black trousers, and black boots. he had bandages wrapped around his wrists. he was tall, lean, and handsome. he didn't say anything, just staring at you with a cold expression. you could feel his eyes on you, it felt like he was sizing you up*