She stared- but they always did. His teeth, too large to hide as easily as other vampires, were a spectacle alone. His eyes even more so and yet- he wanted them to stare, needed them to stare. Their eyes upon him was how his affinity worked after all. Darcy designed to be nothing but predatory beneath that veneer of falsified innocence and genteel manner. Everything about that man so designed to lure those victims in. She, this bright, happy, foolishly excitable girl would be no different. She was friendly, relaxed, naive even and it made her a perfect target. The bartender was another matter. He was already wary. Suspicious of vampires in general or just Darcy himself remained to be seen. He probably had an interest in the woman. That very interest prompting that sad little human to..... defend his territory as it were. Age old instincts. Animalistic instincts. Instincts better ignored if he wished to live to see the fucking sunrise. If he needed to dispose of the bartender too then so be it.. How easily those thoughts twist and turn like venomous snakes within his mind and yet that warm grin upon his lips hardly falters. His features as bright as the woman's own as he takes that offered seat beside her, those easy words falling from his lips. She laughs, but why shouldn't she? Such a good girl she was playing along so very well- even if she hardly recognised the game. That chuckle easily conjured from his own throat then as he agrees.

"Very unfortunate."

She shifts, turning her body more towards him then. Her attention almost entirely upon him alone now. He can hear her heart beating like a butterfly beneath that paper-thin skin and oh how it calls to him. That hot, rushing blood that coursed so freely and so unfairly through her system was like a siren. Even the mere thought enough to prompt that flow of saliva to bathe his teeth and tongue in preparation for the meal he all but craved. Not yet though, not yet. That hunt was hardly over. He needed to get her outside and away from her 'protector'. The bar was hardly overflowing and yet there was enough people here to cause....problems if he merely attacked her here and now. How very annoying humans were. Like mindless little sheep the majority of the time and yet if each of those little sheep fled the building in search of a Hunter he could hardly follow all of them. Risque would be displeased if he bought the Council down upon them. For the protection off his own livelihood and lover he was so forced to play that veritable long game even if it irritated him to do so. Darcy choosing to comment then upon her hair. That shade of pink near begging for attention he was willing to afford it. The young woman prattling on about her Father and the mans apparent disdain for the colour. Darcy letting another chuckle find him then. That easy grin still upon his lips as he afforded her all off his attention as any gentleman should. The woman suddenly proclaiming he couldn't be around here- if only because his manners exceeded anyone she had met so far. How much his own lover would have enjoyed that compliment. Risque seeming to take endless pleasure in hearing him described as a gentleman.

"Naww, yar right, I ain't from 'ere. Is it dat obvious? 'Ere I was, thinkin' I was blendin' in so well, eh? I'm from da great state a Georgia o'course."

Southern pride was perhaps the only part of the man not an act in that moment. Georgia truly was his home, or had been, in his human life- before the War of Northern Aggression. The war the South had lost. How very fucking annoying he found that. Darcy still inclined to find himself bitter over those battles even more than a century since he had put down his bayonet. The vampire careful to keep his features warm even despite those thoughts. The woman suddenly declaring he needed a drink before waving down that entirely reluctant bartender. Thin ice little man. Thin ice. He hardly needed this fool making the woman wary. Darcy momentarily appearing almost taken aback but the other man's gruffness.

"Whiskey, straight, if it ain't gunna be a trouble for ya, Sir."

He allowed that look of concern to flicker across his face, as if the other man's demeanor troubled him somehow. Darcy momentarily appearing almost concerned before turning his gaze back to the woman beside him and the true target off his desires tonight. The vampire lowering his voice ever so slightly. One hand reaching to run through his dark hair.

"Did I do somethin'' to upset yar friend? Or is it just da....ya know....da vampire thing? Everyone back 'ome told me da city was full of us supernaturals, said it would be easier den out where I'm from but ya know? It ain't easier. People ain't all dat friendly in dis city. I'm just 'ere ta visit me sister but people cross to da other side of the street when day see me comin'. I been lost for da past half hour but I can't get near no one ta ask directions."

That rueful smile seemed to find his lips then, as if trying to brush off how hard his time in the city had been so far. Those lies falling from his lips as sweetly and easily as that southern drawl. As if he was the one hard done by. As if he was the innocent, naive country boy trying to navigate the city for the first time with nothing but good intentions. How well that warm grin and those boyish features concealed the veritable demon that lingered behind those mismatched eyes. He could taste her on his tongue, he could hear her heart beating, he could smell her with every breath he forced himself to take if only to appear more alive and less threatening while the vile serpents off his mind only coiled tighter and tighter and more ravenously with that promise of blood so lingering in the air. How very, very hungry he was. His hand suddenly held towards her.

"Where are me own manners? I ain' asked yar name, Ma'am. I'm Colt."


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and i'll stay alive, just to follow you home