[img width=360]https://img1.pixpo.net/img/7a/d/0ifrcddfqa/sg_0IFRCddfqa.jpg[/img][div style="height: -30%; width: 53%; font-family: times; color:black; text-align: justify;"][align=center][color=black][font=times new roman][glow=#E5C3B2,2,300]angelo kristiansen[/glow]
smoking calmed her. it was a constant in her constantly changing life. angelo wasn't stupid, knew it was detrimental to her health and in the long run, would complicate things. but for now... for now, it was helpful to her, granted her brief respite in the toughness of the confusion and horror that had lately been her life. she hummed slightly as she withdrew the cancer stick from plush lips and felt the familiar curling of evaporated ash swirl around in her lungs. kept the hazy air in, closed her eyes as she felt the all too welcome warmth blossom through her insides, then exhaled slowly. she had found a bench outside on the street a couple minutes from her place, illuminated by a flickering streetlamp. it looked sad and worn, but its black metal armrests still gleamed in the dark as if they had just been polished. funnily enough, the young woman had never once noticed its presence–odd, given the many long hours she had spent pacing this sector of the neighborhood once she had moved in and found herself almost bored out of her wits the first week. angelo had been about to sit down and finish the rest of her smoke before continuing on her walk when out of her peripheral vision, something moved. a sudden fluid and large movement, nothing like a piece of trash floating through the air. so the woman tensed slightly out of instinct, eyes flashing towards that figure before taking in more character of the other. the other girl didn't seem to pose any threat at first glance. she could be a bloodsucker. the thought flitted through her brain, fast as lightning. angelo's wits had always been fast, to say the least. and moving here... well, any lonely human being would be more than cautious if they knew what was good for them.
"you're out quite late. being careful, i presume." the dim, yet warm light of the streetlamp offered a halo over the stranger's hair, illuminating her silky soft looking locks and framed her face neatly, each contour and curve mapped out. she seemed young. maybe early college or late high school... but that doesn't mean anything here.
the redhead's eyes narrowed just a fraction of an inch as she quickly scanned the other over, not offering the faintest smile, her heart calm and collected and nonchalant. the cigarette was mostly ash by now, a thin layer of gray dust hugged the smoking end, and the pale woman flicked the cig quickly. "always." she answered in a light drawl, eyes never leaving the other's. this girl seemed sweet, to be honest, but angelo had never been someone to warm up to anyone quickly. she pulled another breath from the cigarette before letting the puff of smoke fly out smoothly between a crack in her lips as she slowly walked over to the other, closer, closer, until she settled at a stop just a couple feet away. her flecked hazel eyes scoured the other even more intensely, but now, hints of curiosity flared in her irises, and a twitch at her lips indicated interest. a vampire, then, huh? she mused as she noticed a a flash of some cylindrical object tucked snugly in the nameless woman's tote. she'd heard about canned blood before she moved here. humans weren't completely in the dark these days, thanks to the internet and to a more trusting bond between vampires and humans in the last few years. "and if i may ask, what are you up to? not looking for a live breakfast, i hope." she said wryly, left eyebrow raised as she nodded towards the vampire woman's beverage. alright, so that was a little insensitive and came out harsher than the human being had hoped for, but what was done was done. she tossed the remainder of her smoke onto the ground and snuffed it out with the toe of her ratty black converse. lean body still tensed slightly in case the other was, the copper-haired beauty made an effort to relax her shoulders and readjusted her heather-gray champion hoodie.
more often than not, and especially since ever since moving to san creado, angelo had wondered about vampires. well, of course, also thought a lot about the other supernatural beings, but especially the vampires. and mermaids. (she had a soft thing for mermaids, really.) what were they like? how did they act, what was the typical daily routine of a san creado bloodsucker? how did they coexist with the others, if they lusted for their blood? this blood-pumping human woman had moved into town more curious than skeptical and ready to find out for herself how vampires and other supernatural demons truly acted when at ease and away from suffocating humanity. she'd never been a lover of humanity herself, which was partly why she decided to switch up her surroundings. the other reason being that she certainly had a death wish.