[ Starter for @chionja ]
It was known that any disclosure of bad news should be avoided at all cost after Ezra’s morning feed - or what his mansion servants would assume “Ezra’s morning jogs”. Not everyone knew of his vampire curse - in fact, quite possibly, only about 5-6 heads knew of the truth. Many assumed something was different about their powerful leader, but no one came close to witnessing the reality of his inner desires for human blood. Besides, he had to live in secrecy - why? Because humans were the monsters. The destroyers. The murderers.
He wrapped a towel around his neck after a steamy shower with one of his many companions. His fangs had now retracted and his bloody veins around and in his eyes were suppressed. He wiped the blood from his chin and gave the compelled young female a tight squeeze. “Make sure you take your supplements, babe.” He gave the female a quick kiss to her cheeks before dismissing himself back to his study room.
However, life was not all hearts and rainbows. Humans never played by the rules.
He sat down at a small table in the coffee shop near a window and opened up a newspaper. An interesting choice of location to speak of dark matter, he thought to himself. He perked his ears to listen into the conversation, but all that was heard were buzzing noises. They were on vervain - or some new substance which prevented him from using his powers on them.
Well then, change of plans. He needed someone.
He closed the newspaper and placed it on the table and roamed the cafe to find a target. Ah, sitting alone. Minding her own business, but really in search of company; and who not better than Ezra himself - or maybe it was his cocky side that created an entire plot in his mind. Regardless, before he had time to think it through, he found himself sitting at the same table on the seat across from hers with his index finger to his lips.
“Someone’s after me.” He mouthed to the young stranger. “Pretend to be my date.” He quietly whispered.
