"I anticipated nothing less from you," he said smoothly, "to the point then."
The tone of his voice was deep and melodious, suggesting hidden depths and cadences. The undead was quite aware of the fact that this was not a mere dog he was engaging, this was a werewolf with a name that was constantly brought up in many social gatherings; it was not often that a man of his kind was brought up whenever the vampire decided to discuss the ephemeral arts of desecration.
"I expected to meet you with much pleasure. I am interested in you." An almost imperceptible smile crept over the vampire's features; fake human eyes fixed on the rear view mirror so he could stare right into Luther’s face. “Many of us are in fact.”
Then his attention was diverted by a small group of people walking on the sidewalk; it was intentional, the feral eyes of the werewolf were not exactly something he should be looking into, there was hunger there that could trigger the desire to feed in him and Sante had his own planes for the evening. The undead’s interest was vague at its best, from one killer to another he was very curious, he had never engaged conversation with a werewolf before and this one was quite interesting. Sante felt a tad lonely. The top was always a lonely place, subjects either feared him or wanted his doom; it was quite difficult to grapple with the vague fears that his nervous brain engendered after so many centuries, when whispered sounds seemed to float from hidden corners, and the stairs creaked under mysterious feet. He needed the voice of devoted malevolence to call him back from the valley of poignant gloom, where his poet's soul was wont to linger overlong; in his hours of weakness the light caress of an enemy renewed his strength and reawakened in his hand the rapier of thought.
“We shall talk about what interest us best; murder and death, I sense that your hunger has not been appeased this fine evening; I would be more than eager to help you since I am too famished.”
It was an invitation to hunt, to meet, to investigate mutually a field they both visit frequently. Curiosity was really bad counselor.
The tone of his voice was deep and melodious, suggesting hidden depths and cadences. The undead was quite aware of the fact that this was not a mere dog he was engaging, this was a werewolf with a name that was constantly brought up in many social gatherings; it was not often that a man of his kind was brought up whenever the vampire decided to discuss the ephemeral arts of desecration.
"I expected to meet you with much pleasure. I am interested in you." An almost imperceptible smile crept over the vampire's features; fake human eyes fixed on the rear view mirror so he could stare right into Luther’s face. “Many of us are in fact.”
Then his attention was diverted by a small group of people walking on the sidewalk; it was intentional, the feral eyes of the werewolf were not exactly something he should be looking into, there was hunger there that could trigger the desire to feed in him and Sante had his own planes for the evening. The undead’s interest was vague at its best, from one killer to another he was very curious, he had never engaged conversation with a werewolf before and this one was quite interesting. Sante felt a tad lonely. The top was always a lonely place, subjects either feared him or wanted his doom; it was quite difficult to grapple with the vague fears that his nervous brain engendered after so many centuries, when whispered sounds seemed to float from hidden corners, and the stairs creaked under mysterious feet. He needed the voice of devoted malevolence to call him back from the valley of poignant gloom, where his poet's soul was wont to linger overlong; in his hours of weakness the light caress of an enemy renewed his strength and reawakened in his hand the rapier of thought.
“We shall talk about what interest us best; murder and death, I sense that your hunger has not been appeased this fine evening; I would be more than eager to help you since I am too famished.”
It was an invitation to hunt, to meet, to investigate mutually a field they both visit frequently. Curiosity was really bad counselor.
I think i have to check this again; BD let me know what you think and I'll post right after you.
