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Hehe, it's fine. :3
He felt a more vile urge twist his lip into a wider smirk, but shaking his head lightly. "I'm afraid I can't do that, it wouldn't be right to call you by firstname, right after having attacked you previously, miss Tully." The ever akward smile slowly came forth on his face again, but his eyes peered deeply into the woman's eyes. His very being wanton of her soft throb resounding within his ear. "It's not something one would want to enter, since there is only darkness, Miss Tully."

His eyes slowly fell from the mesmerizing view of the woman's eyes, falling upon the drop of crimson forming upon her lip. A sweet smell intoxicating him as he only leant forth in the urging bloodlust, mere inches away from the woman's face as he reached a frail hand to trail a few careful fingers over her warm cheeks. "Are you nervous, miss Tully?"
Alister scratched his head lightly still, finally running his fingers through his hair to merely rest his hands upon his legs as he leant to sit upwards again. "Well.. I'd still say that most would get pretty upset for being put in such a position... But thank you for your kindness, miss Tully." He blinked, pondering the instance if he'd actually ask someone willingly to partake in loss of blood, he found the idea a slight amusing as his lip twitched slightly. "Probably... I'm not sure which way it would've gone though." His akward smile once again forced upon his lip, then tilting his head slightly at the question. "Well... As I recall... There's a deep and constant ache, it's painful to begin with, but somehow reliving as well." His voice rang wearily, swallowing slightly at even recalling the process of it all.

"One finds themselves... In a slow-settling haze, a pleasant feeling in the long-term. But of course.. There are times when one ventures too far, and ends up in the eternal abyss." His eyes flickered up at the woman, tilting his head as she seemed ever curious of his nature. He leant forwards, a little driven by a constant reminder of her heartbeat. "Would you like to try it, miss Tully?" It was faint, but a small grin formed at the edge of his lip.
Alister nodded gently, leaning forth to glimpse at the door where his bag was laid. He breathed in slight relief, but then scratching his head. There was one thing greatly weighing on his mind, something he craved enough to attack her for. "I suppose it's no point in denying what I am..." He smiled akwardly, it wasn't a natural thing for him. "I.. I attacked you for what I wanted.. But I apolgise, it was horrendous of me to assault you, whatever my state was." He bowed sincerely.

The soft throbbing had not once left his keen ears, exhaling a heavy breath before swallowing deeply again. His palms pressed lightly against his knees as he sat on Aria's couch.
Hehe, no worries. :3
Alister exhaled slowly, running his fingers slowly upwards his face, his eyes blinking at the exclaiming woman. He flinched ever slightly, letting his gaze wandering over to her, now knowing she knows about him, or at least has an idea of what's underneath the bland facade he's been adorning for years. He clenched a few fingers, pondering the idea of giving her an early grave, but quickly dismissed it, he might just slip into another sleep if he were to try. He even pondered using a fake name, but his eyes met the earnest woman knealing before him. "Alister."

His gaze wandered across the room once more, scanning for his bag ever briefly before he slowly settles down upon the couch again. His view flickering upon the woman again, only being able to imagine what she was thinking. Perhaps she was a sympathiser? Or just curious? He had already met an array of different people in the past, but he remained calm, he didn't exactly have much of choice. If he were to go outside, he might not even make it back home before daylight, even getting home at all would be a difficult feat.

Alister bowed lightly, forcing a bare smile. "Likewise, miss Tully." His voice remained weary and somewhat monotone. "...Vasques, it's Alister Vasques."
The man blinked lightly, having his hand run across his face slowly as his eyes eventually raised up at the woman again. He swallowed gently, raising his other hand to slightly wave in her greeting. "...Hello." He scratched his head again slowly, letting the other hand dangle down against the couch once more. "I'm..." His voice trailed off, thinking back upon the recent times of hunger and bloodlust. "...I'm managing... I'm sure that exactly what I need." He forced an akward smile, though it slipped into the weary and blank expression again. His hearing picking up an ever slight beat, slowly slipped further and further into his mind. He swallowed deeply again, slowly dragging the cloak off him to the side. "I... I should leave. I'm sorry for the inconvinience I've caused you.." His voice rang politely, leaning upwards to stand as he stumbles in his stance.

He shook his head lightly again, pushing back the aggravating urge that's been eating him up. "I'm sorry... Where am I exactly?"
The man responded only lightly as she gazed over him, only being able to take in glimpses at a time as his weakned form easily buckled underneath itself, even having the woman starting to carry him. His eyes flickered only a few times as the view of the streets came to him, confusion hit him as the last image he rememered was of the woman's mesmerizing face. His lifeless form was dragged and lifted by the woman, into the stranger's apartment as a brief view of her floors came to him, fluxing back and forth between little luciddity and unconcioussness.

The man was eventually placed upon the couch, laying there like a well preserved corpse. His chest didn't heave, he didn't make a single sound of even breathing. He was entirely silent as he laid upon the couch, perhaps peacefully so as he was covered in the woman's cloak. His head even being supported by the couch cushion. He was already weakned, even resting for hours would already do him very little, but it did manage to let him regain a small amount of strength back.

His eyes slowly flickered open, the pure crimson color had suddenly fadded to a normal pair of green eyes. His hazefilled gaze slowly running from side to side of the strange ceiling. It took quite a while before he actually woke up, it would've been closer to four at midnight as he found himself slowly leaning upwards to sit on the new sofa. He knew he wasn't at home at least, blinking at the cape he was covered in as he slowly sat upwards in the couch, idly sparing a weary gaze around the room untill his gaze rested upon the woman adorning the penguin PJ's.

He seemed rather akward at best, raising a slow hand to ruffle a few hairs in both confusion and curiosity. He spared another glance around the room, wondering if the goverment just was really good at decorating their cells before gazing upon the woman within the same room. "Ehm-.." He exhaled incoherently, still trying to gather himself. His toes wiggling idly, a strange feeling of not having his shoes on. "There's a woman... With penguins on her clothing... I don't have shoes on... I'm using a cape as a blanket... And I can't recount the last hours..." He tilts his head in thought. "I'm definetly not dead..." He pondered further, talking to himself if anything, even unsure if the woman was at all awake.
The man blinked furiously, already having to struggle to keep himself collected between the animalistic thoughts of draining the woman of every last drop of surely delightful nutrients, just his imagination was trying to convince him of the ever blissful release it could bring. His strength, his power could be restored ever so slightly, but he ran instead. He'd rather starve with what dignity he once had, though little it was as the man ran and stumbled along the street.

His eyes eventually caught the view of his worker's back, blinking at the clear whisper rang through his ear. He tried to run even father, his survival instinct kicking in further to try and get away before he finds himself surrounded by the authorities, and then... His imagination surely could figure a scenario, but his strength was already fading greatly. He moved to pick up his back, bumping his shoulder firmly against the lamp-post as his somewhat frail figure fell down over his bag and onto the ground. The light from the lamp cascading upon his hood, strands of his darkned hairs clear. His eyes weren't even tinted, clear crimson colored as they were brightned up by the lamp-post above him, the sharp fangs quickly disappearing underneath his lip as he once more caught the gaze of the woman wandering after him. At this point... He was already found out, a good excuse he had none of, anyone sane enough would certainly have already alerted plenty of people, maybe he could just.. await his death? He was afterall just fleeting between city after city, scraping up a living and sneaking in-between to find blood for him to feed upon.
The same night, Alister had found himself starting upon his nightly shift. He worked a local electrician, doing maintinance during the night. Though the work was manual labor, the fact that he was a creature of the night certainly helped him in making the task even easier.

It was a night like any other, heading out with a few tools carried in a bag around his shoulder as he stumbled slowly, bumping against the walls of the city. His knuckles trembled lightly, clenching them firmly to push himself off the wall again. His gaze wandering to the many posters warning about things such as himself, it even filled him with more frustration that he had to be even more careful than usual to not find himself at the bottom of an experiment lab, or another corpse to satisfy the human race.

Lately he had been having less and less of proper nuitrition, filling him with growing urges and pains, weakning him every moment as he could hear the throbbing pulse along someone's tender neck. He was forced to hold himself back, at times he had instinctively stared at them before akwardly trotting off again. But tonight was clearly his worst moment of all, trembling and weakned to the point of desperation. He even thought that dying after a full meal might not be too bad...

His ears twitched suddenly at a stranger's steps in the distance, his already desperate state making it all the more clear to him. He dropped his bag instinctively, his feet already pressing firmly against the ground before he even registered it. His eyes reddening with conviction, a crimson bloodlust gazing after the caped woman as his own hood fell down to display the rather normal look he had, clearly disguising his original form to blend further in. His vision was clouded, he might've not even registered anyone else at the time, his focus on quenching a certain hunger was rising beyond his own controll.

He came only closer and closer, yet no sound came from him. He was hunting his prey, ever silent and watching as he suddenly dashed out to leap towards the woman, pressing his hands firmly towards her shoulders to try and press the woman firmly down against concrete. His trembling and desperate gaze wandering over the the loud and deafening pulse of the person, reaching to grasp and pull down the cape, his fangs already pushing out for the final moment to finally sink into her.. His head shook then wildly, pushing himself off her as he stumbles weakly back. He mumbles quickly, pulling his hood above his head to further conceal his crimson eyes and protruding fangs before dashing the way he came.
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