Enzo had been permanently decorated with his daylight tattoo for nearly a half a century, but that didn't necessarily make him a fan of the daytime. He preferred the dark of night, around one or two in the morning if he was being picky. The dark made people do things they wouldn't normally do, and the vampire loved talking people into breaking their own rules.
So, 3am seemed the best time to make his grand entrance into Hiddekel Island society, weighed down with nothing but a small black backpack and bad intentions. He caught sight of the woman right away, surrounded as she was with nightshift commuters and weary Island tourists. The glint in her eyes had already given her away, but the fact that she came up and spoke directly to him told Enzo all he needed to know. Trouble attracted more trouble, like magnets.
"Haven't decided yet," he drawled, taking her hand and kissing the top of it. She was definitely his type, but that was't a very select group.
"I might just visit, or I might decide to stay. What can I say; I'm a fly by the seat of my pants kind of guy."