Old Hoes are good for Tilling [jullian]

[NOAH FROST]

SKIN

TO BONE. STEEL TO RUST. ASH TO ASHES. DUST TO DUST.

right to left, left to right. night to day and day to night. ash to ashes, dust to dust.

Noah practically growled into his drink. He was an idiot. The hunger clawed at him from the inside, working its way into every nook and cranny of his mind relentlessly. His jaw ached and his muscles were pulled tight in frustration. A girl sat down next to him, but Noah shot her an look that must have displayed his deep annoyance with her presence because her mouth closed so hard her teeth clicked together. She looked like she was going to comment, but when Noah narrowed his eyes at her she simply took the hint and walked away. Her blonde hair was pulled into a high pony-tail, showing off the beautiful curve of her slender neck.

But she could be a shifter, and he wouldn't risk death a second time. Of course he had a defence mechanism for that, a pure iron ring that burned on contact with any shifter he touched. The only problem was that he'd left it had been stolen by some wench the night before. He should never have spared her. He should have drank her dry the first time she looked at  his wallet with leering eyes. The red-head pulled his stare from the girl and focused once more on his drink. What drink? The glass was empty for maybe the fourth time now and he needed another refill. Sometimes if he drank enough he could drown out the need to feed.

His called out to the bartender but the man was busy with another customer at the moment. How dare he reject Noah when he needed alcohol? He toyed with the idea of coming back that night and breaking in to feed on the man, but decided it would be more trouble than it was worth. Besides, the man made good booze.

His arm brushed against the dark wood of the countertop, the silver bracelet on his hand making a soft clinking sound. At least the bitch hadn't made off with that. Of course, if she had somehow gotten it off of him without his noticing his full senses would have kicked in, alerting him to her actions and not being able to stop himself from tearing into her shoulder. He didn't like to kill, really, but the indescribable sensations that washed over him when he fed at full force... it was like having the greatest sex of your life times ten. But it was inconvenient, and messy, and it made him feel like a monster.

His hand gripped the empty mug tightly. He only had the strength of a human, obviously not enough to shatter a sturdy glass made to withstand being thrown across bar rooms, however somewhere deep inside he was amused at how flimsy this tiny thing would be if only he took off one tiny trinket of jewelry. He was powerful, he reminded himself, why should he sit around and have to suffer like this? Ring or no ring, he would kill tonight.

[JULLIAN LIAKOS]

Curling his thin lips around the sweating glass between his dark fingers, Jullian closed his yellow eyes, breathing in the musty smell of the tavern. He had began to frequent this place—for the women and men that visited, as well as the booze that they served. It was good alcohol, nothing special, but it got the job done. He was constantly on edge, in fear that a vampire stood in the shadows, waiting for him to wander too close. It wasn't quite a fear, but it was definitely something he worried about, especially  when he knew he was going to be ingesting alcohol at (occasionally) rapid rates.

He wasn't easy to distinguish from a normal human being, anyway. At least, not in his eyes.

Gripping the mug in his hand more tightly than ever, Jullian shifted himself, glancing around the tavern with his eyes half-shut. He saw a few attractive women, goofing around in the corner, shoving each other and the like, alongside two equally attractive men. The guys seemed to be just a bit more sober than the three females stumbling around the place, setting themselves up for disaster. Turning his nose up and away, Jullian snorted to himself. Could you be any more unintelligent? That's why men profile you so harshly. He took a swig of his drink, the alcohol burning his throat slightly as it worked its way down his throat. He gasped slightly after the drink had made its way all the way down, his yellow eyes watering just slightly.

I need to drink heavier stuff at some point in time. Maybe at a hotel or something, where I'm sure I won't get myself in any trouble... Tilting his head, Jullian's eye caught a flash  of red before it dimmed again, the individual shoving their red hair away from the slight light that shimmered through the crack in the wall. Turning his head to face the stranger, Jullian noted the masculine features, including a strong jaw line and hard eyes, filled with something other than the hardships of life. Curling his lips into a mischievous grin, the Greek man turned his head again, nursing his drink silently as he wondered what the man's story was.

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[NOAH FROST]

SKIN

TO BONE. STEEL TO RUST. ASH TO ASHES. DUST TO DUST.

right to left, left to right. night to day and day to night. ash to ashes, dust to dust.

Now to find the perfect victim. He turned ever so slightly, scanning the room for a good meal. His eyes met and lingered with another female across the room. She crossed her arms and turned her head in a matter of fact way to his sneer, the blonde from before sat next to her looking as though she might cry. It was her fault for having bad timing. Noah shifted his weight in the seat, pushing the chunk of hair that lingered in the middle of his face out of his view. It didn't help much, there just wasn't any good prey in here tonight.

And that's when his eyes landed on him. There was something about the sun kissed man that made everyone else in the room seem inferior. The soft glow of light caught his yellow eyes and they burned a brilliant color. He moved almost without thinking, sliding out of the chair with an unnatural grace and stepping lightly across the floor. As a predator stalks his prey he moved with little noise, closing the distance quickly but with careful diligence.

His arm banged against the counter less than a foot from his target, his body cringing as he let out a surprised yelp. The half-full drink that had materialized in his hand spilled over the counter in an very inglorious manner. "Shit." he growled. The golden liquid glided across the surface toward the tanned man, but the barkeeper was there less than a second later with a cloth to wipe it up. The barkeep glared at the larger man standing a little behind Noah. "Watch where you're going Rufus." The man grunted something about not having seen Noah there and went back to his table without a fight.

Noah turned toward the prey, his best apology smile on. "I'm so sorry about that, sometimes people here just don't know their limits right?" He shrugged his shoulders and looked at the empty glass on the freshly cleaned wood in front of him. "Hey, why don't I buy you a drink to make up for it? Whatever you want it's on me okay?" Noah grinned and took a seat on the stool next to the man. "I'm Noah, and who might you be?"

[JULLIAN LIAKOS]

Jullian was aware of the red-head enough to know that he had gotten up and was moving from where he sat originally, his movements as smooth as silk. He wasn't sure where the man was headed, or why, but he was aware of the movement and strained his ears for a moment for a hint, but none arose. When he decided it wasn't worth the fight, he focused back on his glass, the amber color of the liquid dancing in the slight light of the tavern. He swirled the mug gently, enough to make a miniature tornado out of the alcoholic drink but not enough to spill the dark booze over the lip of the cup. His yellow eyes watched the aqueous material dance behind the translucence of the beaker, narrowing slightly when the solution darkened just the slightest.

Even with the warning of the shadow nearing him, Jullian hadn't expected what happened next. A slam to his left, with the splash of something cold against his relaxed left hand. He snarled quietly under his breath, tossing his head in the direction of the offender the moment the incident occurred, if not quicker. It had startled him, but he covered his moment of vulnerability in anger, the temper he was so well-known for flaring dangerously as he tried to put a face to the culprit.

If the Greek man was surprised to be splashed with booze, he definitely wasn't expecting to see the red-head he was formerly watching, standing with his legs spread and arm pressed against the counter top, his face slightly flushed and hair strewn in his face. His lips mouthed the word 'shit' as his blue eyes watched his drink continue to soak against Jullian's arm, his coat getting slightly wet before he jerked it away. Jullian's immediate response was to curse back, and toss nasty remarks in the man's face, but he paused, narrowing his eyes cautiously as he studied the man beside him.

There was something about this man, something dangerous. It wasn't his build—this man was a fraction of the size of Jullian—but something deeper and more dangerous than a fist or even a gun. Jullian froze, his yellow eyes contrasted heavily with his large pupils; he could feel the hair on his neck stand on end as he looked into this man's blue eyes, his body growing rigid.

The voice that left the red-head's mouth was the third thing Jullian had not been expecting that night. An apology running off his tongue like venom, the stranger introduced himself as Noah, a fitting name for someone who appeared so smooth. Jullian hesitated before giving his name, covering it with a slow up-down look and repeat. Having been so distracted, Jullian hadn't noticed that the bartender had cleaned up the mess that Noah had made—the wood was clean, and smooth to the touch once more. Replacing his arm where it had laid previously, Jullian turned his stool just a bit to look at Noah. "Jullian," he said, turning away to look at the bartender that had busied himself elsewhere. "If you want to make up for it, quit talking and buy me a beer." He peered at his glass, pausing before taking one last swig, finishing his own drink. Might as well get ready for a free one.

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