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[color=a6c4ff][b]Time:[/b][/color] Night
[color=a6c4ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Pit
[color=a6c4ff][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] Noah [@Helo]
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[color=slategray]”I know what you are.”[/color]

The sing song voice was drowned out by the electronic music, but Ava’s sensitive ears caught on to every word. Her eyes shot up from her flask, and caught immediate attention of the bright red hair that she saw earlier in the alleyway. The faint smell of blood lingered on his clothes, paired with the perfume of the recently deceased. She hardly needed the view of his pearly, sharp smile to know what he was as well.

As he approached through the throngs of partygoers, Ava kept herself on guard. He seemed young, but something about him seemed [i]off[/i]. He obviously had a callous take on human life - most vampires did, anyway - but it wasn’t just his skewed moral compass that kept Ava on edge.

[color=slategray]“Tell me how you did that.”[/color] He paused. [color=slategray]“Please.”[/color]

[color=a6c4ff][i]Oh.[/i] [/color]

He was one of [i]those.[/i] Some new bloods had a tendency to become drunk on the power and superiority that came with the change. They relished in the fact that they had become stronger, more beautiful, undying beings and gleefully exercised their newfound supremacy over humans, who were too weak to fight back. Ava didn’t exactly find joy in torturing those weaker than her, but she wasn’t virtuous either. She felt indifferent to the violent actions of other vampires - after all, they, and herself, were evil by design. Nonetheless, the young redhead seemed to want to learn more tricks in order to entertain his morbid hobbies.

Ava sighed and tightened the cap on her flask. She assumed he caught the sight of her using compulsion on the human when she took his blood. [color=a6c4ff]“Let me guess…it’s been a few years for you, or a decade maybe?”[/color] 

Compulsion wasn’t something Ava was able to learn overnight - she only noticed she even had the ability in the most recent century of her life. Even then, it didn’t work all the time. Intoxicated victims worked the best, because, well, their inhibitions were already impaired.

[color=a6c4ff]“Try again in a few centuries or so, child.”[/color]