thatslayerâ:
         âGonna go out on a limb, here⊠not a vampire, right? Boy howdy, are you ever in the wrong place at the wrong damn time.â
There a cockiness about Matthew that few people are ignorant of, perhaps itâs owing to his age or the fact he possess the De Clermont name but it shines through even in those moments that could be considered less opportune. Itâs slight but his eyes roll none the less, the faintest of smiles leave a trace upon his lips as he turns to look at the stranger. âAnd what leads you to your observation?â He was a scientist after all, a professor no less, why not question her conclusion.Â
thatslayerâ:
âWell, for starters your suitâs not fifty years outta date. Not like I pay a buckâs worth of attention, but vamps? Tend to be kinda behind.â The vampire sheâs been tussling with notes her distraction with a gleeful grin packed with fangs that are just a bit too big for itâs mouth.
It goes in for a massive bite as Faith motions to the newbie with the butt of her stake, âUnless youâre broadcasting your vampiness? I mean, I wouldnât-â she casually turns the stake in her hand and punches it through the breastbone of that yellow-eyed moron who doesnât seem to realize heâs not the big draw, tonight. He starts to shake to dust and Faith wipes the stakeâs point on her sleeve, âBut, hey. Some guys get off on gettinâ smacked around.â
There are vampires that refuse to evolve with the times, refuse to embrace the countless things evolution brings with it, in Matthews opinion immortality is wasted on them, what reason is there to live an eternity if you arenât going to change. But thereâs that familiar sense of amusement given her words, heâs very versed in fashion, his family after all bears quite the position. âAstute observation.â
 Itâs deliberate the almost taunting like word choices.Â
Thereâs little surprise on his face as he leans against the building doing what it is he does these days, research well in this case observation. A singular brow ticks upwards as much like the fairytales of old the vampire dies at the hand of the stake, it surprises even him, a researching geneticist that so many of their species different in such ways. âBrute force has never been much of a draw.â In truth his father had used him as a weapon, his blood rage made brute force a way of life almost, well, that is before heâd learned to control it. But these days, not entirely interested. âMatthew De Clermont.â He offered his name as he looked at her.Â
















