Annie Sawyer and Bran Duval
The vampire thought the woman pretty, though he didn't recall seeing her around this place before. Ah well, now was a good time to get to know her...ish. Or at least figure out if he wanted to get to know someone.
"Hello Annie. I'm Bran. Tonight is going well enough. How about for you?" She didn't have a heartbeat. Interesting. Nor did Annie possess that telltale coppery smell most vampires did from ingesting blood.