Re: Penthouse Level: 12:00 am
Vlad snarled furiously in response to Daniel's roar of protest, but the scent of new humans made him pause. Rosalie had returned, and with her was a woman he recognized but couldn't place-- what he did know, however, was that the new addition brought forth a distinct rush of hatred. Whoever she was, he wanted to kill her; and once the damned thorns were out of the way, he would.
He watched as the wall turned to nothing but soft petals, his grin sharp and feral. Boyd ran to him as soon as she could, the foolish girl; and an arm snaked around her waist in outright defiance of everyone else present. The fools thought they could dare to order him around and succeed? He would take the girl right there in front of them all, and woe if any of them tried to stop it. But before he could brush aside the cascade of red hair that shrouded her neck a door to his right opened, and another redhead - this one older and more regal than Boyd - stepped out. My, my; he was very fortunate tonight, wasn't he?
Vlad opened his mouth to answer the girl at his side when a sudden familiar scent took him off guard, and he turned just in time to see a hulking black wolf shoulder its way past Rosalie and the other one. Wolves had always been at his beck and call - the two in his apartment were proof of that - but there was something wrong about this one, something that caused him snarl at the wolf in warning. It was pointless, however; in an instant Boyd had vanished down the stairs with the wolf in close pursuit. For an instant part of him considered giving chase and getting rid of the animal, but in the end he stayed where he was. The new redhead was spared a curious glance, but his attention quickly focused on the brunette in the yellow dress.
His movements were slow and languid, almost panther-like as he moved towards her; head tilted to the side. What was her name? He knew it, he just couldn't--
Ella. It came to him suddenly, a dull red light appearing in his eyes. How could he have forgotten? Somewhere within himself he realized that he didn't want to hurt Rosalie and Boyd, nor Daniel; but even within his rational part he didn't like this woman. Unfortunately for her, it was only emphasized in his vampiric state. "Ella," he breathed, his fanged smile the furthest thing possible from friendly.