Who the fuck are you? | Klaus & Godric
It's been his favorite thing to do, now that human were so much more open with everything they did. Just the way he could so easily make them come with him, how they admired him and not found him odd and weird like they used to. That was such a beautiful thing to him that he couldn't get enough.
Yes, he had been told not to, to be ore careful but really? Did he care that much? Maybe he did care about the fact that he wanted to stay safe and did just that, but humans finding out about them? Most of them didn't even live long enough to tell their story so it wasn't a problem to Godric.
And so he spent his nights in bars, picking out the best smelling human - which wasn't always the prettiest one, mind you - and took them somewhere else. Home if he wanted to play, out back he just wanted to feed.
Tonight it was more about playing with them right here, not glamouring them but rather persuading them into doing whatever Godric wanted them to do. That was always fun.
He ended up at the bar next to a young man, his eyes practically undressing Godric here and there. Not that the vampire minded, he just thought the man could have been a little more subtle. He liked that. Still, he wouldn't complain about the attention he got.
Initially he had wanted to play more with the guy, but something else caught his attention.
As the door opened, Godric turned his head, a wave of smell hitting him. Another Vampire, even another kind of vampire. How strange.
For a moment Godric wanted to get up and tell that stranger that he was hunting here but why do that? Let him figure it out. Interesting things could always happen. Even though Godric didn't like the company of other vampires that much. They usually bored him to death.