"I met a distant cousin as us," Annabelle said, stepping up between Larue and Etienne.
"Oh? And, Darling, who could that possibly be?" Etienne asked, a brow raising over an amber eye that seemed to darken to the pupil, and seemed to enchant, as if meant to suck someone into his gaze.
"A... vampire!" Annabelle said, suddenly lurching out, baring her teeth, hands raised over her as if she was some sort of monster. But how could such a sweet child, with doll-like curls and bright, wondrous blue eyes be a monster?
Well... that is, perhaps, an entirely different story.
"Ah," Larue waved a hand at a passer-by who came to stare at Annabelle, and how he tried to quiet her before she spoke about them being distant cousins before Etienne went on a rant.
"Vampire? Us? COUSINS? Foolish girl! Foolish!" Etienne spat, he touched his head for a moment. "And where did I go wrong in raising you, my fine child?" he asked dramatically.
"I don't know. Where have you possibly gone wrong in my upbringing?" Annabelle asked in a honey-sweet voice.
"Vampires are nothing but a disease. They are without beauty and tact, they are nothing but a leech of society. We share nothing with them, besides being hated, damned, and relatively the same lust. But do we need it? Do we fear the sun? Are we contracted by eachother's own blood? Do we sleep in coffins? And by no means is our trait a disease!" Etienne's voice raised, both excited by the difference and the outrage Annabelle could think of them as... vampires.
"I want to go HOME," Annabelle said, stomping her foot childishly, choosing to ignore Etienne's eccentrics.
"We can't, you know that. Maybe we could find more people," Larue said, touching Annabelle's golden curls lightly.
"Hm. Perhaps. Etienne?" Annabelle looked around herself eagerly, looking for their other companion.
Etienne was in a doorway, waving them into a shadowy place. As they shifted in, brushing off their clothes (which were dark in color and worthy for a nobleman) as they shifted into a booth of sorts. Annabelle sighed.
"Here?" Larue questioned, and Etienne eagerly nodded, and they leaned back, submitting to whatever Etienne planned.
And then a few minutes ticked by. Nothing happened. It was a tavern. The words that drifted were broken conversations, fragments of things they couldn't care about. Nothing suited them. They'd have to wait later for a whining, complaining human, for the scum to snoop into their midsts. Until then... Oh, dear, until then. Then they would take such complaining being to their temporary shrine and perform their rituals. Ah, yes. That was true demonic charm - not feasting such as a vampire. No beauty in that.
Annabelle stood and scooted into the aisles, walking around the crowded bar, moving away from busy barmaids, listening to conversations boredly, slightly pouting before her, and she was, at most, fourteen, by mere appearance. She sighed and bumped into someone, then bounced back into a table. She winced and looked up.
"Watch it," she snapped, Larue already near her side to smooth over any problems.
