Arlo James

See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch

He could hardly help that roll of his eyes that came with Damon's assurance that control was something he had to learn for himself. That he wasn't going to be able to make changes until he wanted to make them. He'd been trying hadn't he? How hard did he have to keep trying? Didn't this all just get easier at some point? Wasn't he going to wake up one night and just not be hungry? Sebastian never acted like he was all that hungry, well, at least not until Arlo fed on him. Damon sure as hell didn't have to hang on to a wall to stop himself lunging at people. Although really Arlo would have been interested to know if Damon ever stopped himself lunging at people. The guy kinda seemed to be a bit unpredictable as far as he was concerned. Not uncontrolled, nah, he had a lot of control Arlo was sure, just....volatile and not really at all afraid to say it exactly how it was. That was respectable he supposed. Mostly. Even if he wasn't entirely sure Damon wasn't going to pull his head off his shoulders the moment he got tired of talking to him.

"You sound like my Maker."

Patrick had been big on that too. The 'you can only change if you want to spiel'. Arlo rather sure he'd wanted to from the moment he'd been a vampire and yet it didn't exactly seem to work. Maybe it was slightly unrealistic to expect some sort of magical mystery cure to wanting to drink blood and stop his raging emotional instability but he could hope couldn't he? That waitress returning to fill up that glass again. Was she just going to keep doing that? How much was this costing? Was he going to have to pay for this? Arlo eyed that drink almost critically and yet really it would be a shame to let it go to waste. Maybe he could just drink this one slowly. God it had been years since he'd been really hammered, how much of this would it take to get to that stage? Probably a lot. He'd been a notorious drinker as a human, his vampire body even more capable of taking that abuse. Maybe he'd have to ask Damon if vampires could even get drunk.

That conversation shifted ever so briefly, Arlo making some case against why he shouldn't be asked to join the coven. The man largely sure his ability not to maul most of Damon's group members was decidedly small and really it was only fair to warn the guy right? It was that consideration of that blood however that seemed to prompt that tale off just how good Sebastian's blood was. Whoever Seb was feeding off was like the holy grail of blood and yet it wasn't just them, something uniquely....Sebastian attributed to it as well. Damon's sudden query as to whether that Englishman he mentioned happened to be named Sebastian seeing that quizzical look find the other vampire then. Arlo pausing slightly before suddenly shaking his head.

"No, that wasn't his name. The guy I met was named Phillip."

It was a blatantly lie- one that fell almost flawlessly from his lips. Arlo not even sure why he lied exactly and yet some part of him was simply....unwilling to share that food source with Damon, even if the other vampire was hardly interested in drinking Sebastian's blood. Besides, Sebastian probably didn't want it getting around that he was a willing victim for Arlo either. Maybe it was better that was kept a secret and yet how that thought of that blood tugged at his memory still. It was so entirely perfect. That hunger flaring within him then. That lesser known affinity coming to life with it. Arlo unknowingly seizing control of that entire room without and true realization of it at all. The moment his control was grasped that power seeming to shut off along with it. That bouncer sent hurling to the floor as the door unlocked of its own accord. That manager offering apologies before hurrying to return that music. That song seeing Arlo grin before that mention of a more important question saw his attention return to Damon in full. Hijacked the club? Arlo's own blue gaze turned to glance around that room then. It seemed normal. What did Damon mean by hijacked? That surprise on his face then.

"Huh? I didn't do anything."

He was sure he hadn't. Arlo oblivious to his own powers or the true extent of them. No one, until Damon, truly having taken an interest in what Arlo was capable off. That offer to help him met with that almost wary look once more as he sipped at that bourbon again.

"You want to help me? How exactly would you help me, bud?"