As much as Vlad teased him about being old and senile, going through some sort of mid-century crisis...maybe that bastard was right. He wasn't going to fucking admit it, but he was more than a little bored with things as it stood--he'd also lived over a thousand years and done plenty of terrible things in that time.
He needed something new. Again.
That was exactly what brought him back to the auction house that Sunday, browsing with an unimpressed look on his face until he spied the girl, pacing her room in a cheerleader outfit, of all things. Obviously the employees were just doing their best to tease her.
He kept watching through the window as she finally stopped and leaned into the wall, looking annoyed with her current situation. He couldn't exactly blame her--it was a helpless thing. She'd be left with whatever new life, with whomever paid the most.
Perhaps it'd be him, if she proved interesting enough. At least he was going to get to know this one before suddenly buying. With that thought in mind, the man stepped into the room, closing the door behind himself. He didn't approach, but pulled a chair a few feet away from her and then sat his towering form down.
"I take it this is your first time in the auction house."