Unbound || Odette & Colton
"Seriously? You guys feed on werewolves?" He was putting way too much thought into this. Clearly the stuff Abel had given him last night, or two days because who knows how long he’d been here, was still in his system. For being the self proclaimed brains of the group Colton was feeling a little off his game. Thankfully, the vampire didn’t seem to be losing patience as quickly as he assumed she would.
Yeah, Colton really liked this one.
He blinked, his blue eyes yet to leave her gaze. Colton was pretty sure she would probably attack the second he looked away, which again, wasn’t a bad way to go. But honestly she was just so damn pretty too. He opened his mouth to respond but stopped himself last minute. “Never mind. No, I don’t live here,” he finally clarified, running a hand through his hair and finding a leaf in it before flicking it aside. He probably looked at great as he felt which was for once a serious bummer. “Not yet anyway.” He grinned.
Colton had had a feeling she wouldn’t have given him a serious answer. Most vampires he had met had apparently sworn some code to be as vague and mysterious as possible when asked about their former lives or how they had ended up a fanger. “Yeah, he’s a vampire. I mean he was the only one of us that was born human up until he went off to war and got himself killed,” he explained rather casually, while dusting the dirt of his jeans. “It’s actually pretty funny now considering - not that death is funny or anything, given that you’re…you know.”
At this point Colton was pretty sure he was talking his way to his impending death.
"So I didn’t get your name," he pointed out now, in attempt to ease the conversation once more. He at least deserved to know the name of his newest confide/potential killer. It was common courtesy.
"Vampires without taste buds might," Odette commented dryly, making a small face at his question. Poor homeless werewolf. He was innocent in a way. Not-so-innocent in other ways, like the fact that he clearly could handle passing out in a cemetery. That took some balls. Odette's small smirk returned as he flicked the leaf out of his hair and she nodded once, confirming she understood. "Well, good. Living in a cemetery would feel a bit like dishonoring the dead. The actual dead, I mean. My coffin is in a basement -- not 6 feet underground." She rubbed her lips together and rose a perfectly manicured brow as he spit on about his cousin, casually; silently moving closer. If Odette had any feeling left, she would find his speech maybe a bit endearing. It was probably a good thing that she did not. There was just something about a blonde hair, blue eyed puppy dog that was maybe a bit more unsettling than it should have been. "And you -- you let your cousin live? Even with... all of this?" Odette motionlessly scanned the graveyard before meeting his gaze once more. "Haven't you heard? Werewolves and vampires don't like each other very much," she whispered the last part out, as though it were a secret meant only for him and not the dead guys all around them. He could decipher whether or not she was kidding. Her smirk never faltered. "Odette," she spoke finally, making no motion to humanize the introduction, keeping her arms folded and her feet rooted. She looked behind him at the headstone he'd been sleeping on. "I take it yours probably isn't Earl Chesterfield..."
