Harmless fun (Ariel/open)

The problem with the simple joys in life were that they were never simple. Take this evening for instance, now when he was relaxing in the aftermath of his game was he interupted by someone else. Another vampire by the looks of it, which instantly put him on his guard. Old habits seldom died, his very first instinct was to vanquish this woman that stood before him the moment she spoke as she was an agent of evil. In his world there was no room for evil or what he viewed as evil. Still, he did not know her side or stand, and so this woman was spared the usual greeting he gave to other vampires; a knife to the throat as a warning.

Climbing to his feet, Andrew stood stark still for a long while as he drank in the appearance of another vampire. He often tried to avoid this, others finding him, for her feared that in time they would catch on to his overall goal. Placing a hand under his chin, he stared her down for quite some time with that unnerving analytical gaze of his that he used when selecting prey from a crowd. Then she spoke, which brought him back to the present moment in time which he was faced with his base urges; fight or flight.

With a nod of his head, Andrew would bow slightly in response to the woman as he moved closer; slowly. Circling her, much like a wild beast before they pounced their prey, he observed her. Without so much as a word, he raised a finger as if to announce that he had forgotten something before he removed a small book from his jacket pocket and what appeared to be a pen. With a few quick, yet percise movements, Andrew jotted down a rather curt response to the woman who seemed to at least have manners.

You have manners, more so than the rest of your kind. You will forgive me if I am not over joyed to see another vampire as it usually spells trouble. At the very least, Mrs. Moore, I should thank you for having the common courtesy not to interfere with my night. You have extended a courtesy, though whether or not it was accidental I have yet to determine. I assume you came to eat the man that just wandered out of our sight?

When he was finished, Andrew replaced the cap on the pen and put it into his jacket pocket once more. Slowly he approached Ariel, reaching for her hand with obvious intent to take it within his own. He had experiance dealing with what he called wild animals and one had to be slow and deliberate with his movements. If she did not resist him, he would place the paper in her hand face up for her to read. This was how he communicated, outside of pointing, and nodding his head.

Curious, most curious indeed.

Andrew half expected her to recoil when he tried to touch her, even take a few steps back when he approached. Perhaps Miss Moore was a rather brave soul or one filled with a stiffling amount of naivety. She took little caution in the way she approached him, the way she let him invade that personal space that everyone felt a need to protect. What if he decided to stake her or even more horrifying, what if he decided to use the giant knife that hung from his belt to dismember her and leave her to burn in the sun?

A smirk tugged at the end of his lips that suggested that he found her comment amusing. Since when did other vampires care about encroaching upon one anothers victims? He'd seen them fight each other to the death if they wanted blood, watched supposed "brotherhoods" fall apart over a single victim. This one was definitely strange, though from the way that she chose to interact with him first over the man he was following he could determine that she was no youngling.

I suppose I should be greatful then. It is not in our nature to be so gracious. I've seen many vampires go head to head for the need to satisfy their hunger as if there was only one human left on the planet. Unfortunately, the man works alone, so you will need to satisfy your thrills elsewhere.

After finishing up his note to her, Andrew replaced the writing untensil back into the breast pocket of his jacket. This was the longest in almost eighty years that he had conversed with another of "his kind" as one put it. Normally he killed them out of disgust for what they were or simply moved on to whatever else he had planned. She was simply another enemy he had to manuever around for now while maintaining some sort of civility as he only became savage when he stood to gain from it. Right now, there was nothing he could gain from her screams other than a headache.

Assuming that she was not protecting herself from such intrusions, he answered her question with the power to spin illusions. A past memory of his old self would fill her mind as he projected, a well lit sitting room came into sight. "Who might you be, sir?" asked a rather petite lady as Andrew took her hand and kissed it gently. "Andrew Kenway, madam, a pleasure to meet you." he said in a rather smooth southern accent before the vision vanished from Ariel leaving her with her answers.