“So, my reputation precedes me, does it?”
The vampire smirked somewhat, not allowing the stranger for a moment to think he had any sort of advantage over her here- the only element of surprise would be how quickly her fangs were in his throat if he got cocky.
Still, he didn’t smell mortal- not a vampire, but this was clearly a man of power. Faith got a better look at him and liked what she saw- liked it well enough. Couldn’t get a clear read on him at the moment. She preferred to continue showing her true face, the demonic visage catching shadows in the old southern mansion despite the moonlight in the eaves.
“Hell couldn’t handle me, and neither could you,” she replied with ease, giving him distance as he traipsed into the next room. Faith lingered in the doorway, watching as a surprisingly well-stocked bar was broken into. Technically that was hers now, but she got the sense this man didn’t care.
She hissed somewhat jealously at the drink. “That’s me. How’s it look like it’s working? Strength of a Slayer, powers of a vampire- I’m untouchable. But where are your manners- just who the hell are you, that you think you’re taking me anywhere?”
The former Slayer’s otherwise monstrous visage does anything but inspire terror in the stranger, instead he feels incredibly at ease in her presence. Gaze cool and unwavering he grabs another glass setting it down on the bar and pours a second double, “I imagine you’ve already thought about ripping my throat out with those pretty little teeth of yours…” Voice smooth and unwavering he’s amused by it, moving the glass over towards her with a finger, “Believe me, the feeling is mutual.”
While he may appear as the picture of innocence there’s something sadistic and predatory lingering underneath. Just like Mayor Wilkins once did, he possesses a confidence that suggests he’s hard to kill. Dean sips from his glass, eyes glued to the vampire in his presence, “Untouchable, hm?” He’s tempted to test that theory. Maybe later. When he was human he’d heard many demons preach that tune and still he’d found a way to kill them. What he needed was a challenge and something to play with.
Feigning consideration at Faith’s bold words he allows his eyes to trace Faith’s figure, his base instincts and desires still intact despite his transformation, “I’m Dean Winchester… Or what’s left of him. You could say I’m kind of a big deal in killing things like you.” It’s no secret and is bound to get out at some point - if she hasn’t already heard of the infamous Winchester brothers. A blink of his eyes and they turn black as night, “Only... I recently switched sides. Now. How about you and I talk business?”
