At that 'hey', Basil felt a chill run down her spine. No one else was near her and the volume told her the man wasn't calling across the street to his buddy. She could keep walking but that might encourage the man to chase after her and escalate the situation so instead she slowed and glanced over her shoulder to at least acknowledge she heard him. As the bill was waved and his question asked, Basil frowned and felt a trap. "If I did, you can keep it as a reward for being honest." She'd heard about set ups like this where a gullible soul approached to take the offered item and she was grabbed and often ended up being trafficked. That was a hard pass.
As she turned away to continue to the pizza place, the wind picked up and her nose twitched. She knew that scent. Vampire. It wasn't death and decay like so many assumed his kind would be but it was just... wrong. Off. It could be enjoyable but also slightly twisted. Her family knew a few vampires that had always been kind to them and she and her siblings were raised to not treat an entire species with prejudice because of a handful of bad members. But they were also raised to know how dangerous vampires could be and to be careful around them given their strength and cunning.
Basil was at a loss. She didn't think turning her back on a vampire was wise as it could be seen as a slight and all the motivation he needed to drop being civil and take what he was after. But what was he after? Just a snack? She definitely didn't have anything else to offer him given her youth and status.
Carefully she stopped and turned to face the vampire but didn't move towards him. She eyed him up, taking in his delicate features and wondered how old he was when he was Turned and his age now. She had read some Anne Rice in high school and thought about Armand being sixteen for five hundred years. Looks were deceiving when it came to a lot of preternatural being.
"What do you think I can give or do for you?" She worded the question carefully, not wanting to accidentally offer her services to the vampire. Some words could be binding, promises assuredly so.
As she turned away to continue to the pizza place, the wind picked up and her nose twitched. She knew that scent. Vampire. It wasn't death and decay like so many assumed his kind would be but it was just... wrong. Off. It could be enjoyable but also slightly twisted. Her family knew a few vampires that had always been kind to them and she and her siblings were raised to not treat an entire species with prejudice because of a handful of bad members. But they were also raised to know how dangerous vampires could be and to be careful around them given their strength and cunning.
Basil was at a loss. She didn't think turning her back on a vampire was wise as it could be seen as a slight and all the motivation he needed to drop being civil and take what he was after. But what was he after? Just a snack? She definitely didn't have anything else to offer him given her youth and status.
Carefully she stopped and turned to face the vampire but didn't move towards him. She eyed him up, taking in his delicate features and wondered how old he was when he was Turned and his age now. She had read some Anne Rice in high school and thought about Armand being sixteen for five hundred years. Looks were deceiving when it came to a lot of preternatural being.
"What do you think I can give or do for you?" She worded the question carefully, not wanting to accidentally offer her services to the vampire. Some words could be binding, promises assuredly so.
