Margaret Moore

"He didn't waste time to reassure her conflicted thoughts about her uncle because he just had told her about his condition. If she believed him or not, he really didn't care right now. What he did pay attention later though, was at the single tear that rolled down her cheek, making him squint his eyes just barely, his eyes still scanning her face and behaviour. He listened to her anger, he was expecting it. It happens at times, like Steven by example, yet they later just end up sucking it up to bow down their heads obediently at the beginning. Steven used to stay by his side on his first vampiric years, that's also why he can survive on his own, where to hide and such, if later he decided to walk his own path, that's something else.

It was funny how at the start of this encounter she looked at him like waiting to talk, only for later exploding this way. He smiled, squinting his eyes one more time, amused. Though unlike to her inner assumptions, this wasn't a game to him. He only turned himself beings that sparkled his interest in some way. The ancient let her talk, most of his questions were obviously an attempt to start a chat, the idea of him replying to his own questions made it clear obvious that he knew how was she feeling right now. However, he grinned with some darkness within his gaze when she seemed to give him the order that her uncle was off limits. "Is that right?" He teased, pouting for a second to mock her audacity. Then narrowed his eyes... "I'm shaking." She was new to the family, so he can forgive her attittude. For now at least.

The back of his index finger aimed to wip one of the tears that were under one of her eyes, still listening to her fury. "I gave you a gift, child," he says later, not apologizing about turning her against her will, to him it should be an honor being welcomed into this life. He stared at her with some confusion later, she seemed to know or assume too much information about their past when some of his children killed her parents. Accidents happen, life it's cruel. Still, he sighed the breath of a laugh at that. "Oh, really? And how can you tell that this peculiar group of vampires belonged to my clan? There are a few clans out there in which, by the way, most actually hate me for my way of doing things." An amused wrink at the bridge of his nose lets her know that she was being too judgy without really knowing. "... While it's true that group of children was from my clan and they killed your family, it was merely fate. Destiny. Life it's cruel, and we feed from humans...Your family was just in the way that night." He explained, making her stay quiet right after while he examined her fangs.

"Me choosing you was, again; Fate." He adds later, releasing his grip on her chin, seeing how she reacted to the sight and smell of his own blood, making one of the corners of his mouth raise. "I saw you that night focused on your writing and you caught my interest, mädchen. Period." He moved closer his arm seeing her hunger, just in that moment and not before, he offered it. Before it was merely to tease her instincts, so he could see her teeth. "Only later I made my research... It's not too complicated to understand, right?" The teasing in his soft, husky voice as she sees her surrender to the offering. "For now, feed." Her fangs sinks to his skin and he breathes in calmly, just staring at her with a more serious look in his eyes, the smile vanishing for now. She needed this and he was going to take care of her until she can learn the basics. If she ends up liking him in the end or not, we'll see."