Some people cared a great deal for vampires, worshipped them. Fangbangers they called them, those sorry few that desired to tempt fate and fall into unending darkness and insatiable bloodlust. On the surface, to a human, Ezra saw the appeal: immortality, accelerated healing, allure....all empty promises spoken from the lips of monsters. He’d experienced it first hand. That was his life. He was nothing more than treasure, another dusty decoration in a house of white marble and blood stained rugs.
Ezra mused for a moment. The corners of his lips curled upward into a playful smirk. He didn’t smile very often. Once, a few years back, he’d convinced himself that he’d simply forgotten how to do it though that hadn’t actually been the case. He had fewer and fewer reasons to truly smile and he certainly was not happy in his present situation.
“If you like them, sure.” The comment was casual but just as engaging, an invitation to drop deeper into it or simply to drop it all together.
And then the violin came up again and his heart fluttered, glad for the shift in conversation. Ezra turned to where he’d set his coffee, stole a couple of careful sips, and then his attention was hers again. Only hers. “Is that what they say?” He inquired softly, not minding the shift closer. “That good folks tend to stay where the books are?” Was he good? Or was he morally grey? He didn’t know anymore.
When she asked of the book Ezra kept his eyes on her but lifted the tome as if he might read from it, “That they’re monsters. They drink blood, lure victims to their deaths. While fascinating, they aren’t real. Pity. I’d like to meet one, to see if it’s really exactly like they say. I used to imagine being a vampire slayer when I was younger, but I think that’s because I watched way too much Buffy.”
The book of the supernatural was set down on a table between them, an invitation for her to pick it up and see for herself if she so chose.
“If you don’t mind my asking, what do they call you? I’d coin you a nickname, something like Viola or akin to music, but i’d prefer to know your real name if you’d tell me.” Nicknames, while cute, were silly things between friends and they’d only just met.