Star walked in quickly and put on a little black apron over her black skirt. She was late for work again. Star had only arrived in this realm a couple months ago, she had arrived in pain and with no money, but she got healed, found a home and a job. She realized early on that this realm revolved arround the currancy and econimy which was gold coins. A currency that she was not used to using or knowing how to count out. But in time she learned that and the native language of Ardan.

Star tied the apron in the back with her long and elegent fingers, her transformation had changed her, her once dark brown hair had turned black, her once dull olive green eyes were now emerald green eyes, and her once light pink lips were now almost blood red. She put her long black hair up into a pony tail. She went up to her boss who was a middle aged, large, grumpy old man and smiled. "I am soo sorry I'm late it wont happen again I promise." She said almost pleadingly, she needed the money.

"Just dont be late again waitress, serve those tables." He shoed her away and tossed her her notepad and black feathered quill.

Star sighed and caught the stuff she needed, straighted her back, put on her smile that revealed white teeth and walked over to the table in the far corner holding two men. "Hey there sorry if you've been waiting long what can I get for ya?" She asked getting ready to take notes.

"We can think of allot of things you can do for us." They said.

Star rolled her eyes. "What can I get for you two to drink."

"Two absanths." They said a gleam in their eyes, absanth was a green hilusenagen that made the drinker see several green fairys.

Star walked into the back, put her pad down and pourd two drinks of the vile stuff. The smoke licked her nose and she shivered. Star walked back over to the table with the two drinks on a tray and noticed somone new had come in, it was one man this time who was fairly attractive. She smiled slightly but their was something...off about him. But he was none the less attractive. She drew her attention back to her table of two and set down the drinks. One held her wrist firmly, she jerked away and walked to the other table with out a word.

Star stood infront of the lone man and smiled tossing her thick black hair, her emerald green eyes searching him for what she thought was off but she could help smilling. "What can I get for ya?"

Nathaniel wasn't usually prone to visiting the Kaima Inn, as a general rule. He knew most everyone at the Inns in Lomedor, and it involved a lot less travelling. But he had a date at the Salquedor Grasslands later in the day; one of which looked thoroughly unpleasant and promised boredom at best. Still, on his journey to go check out the area he had crossed Estolad, and though he wasn't new to the place his curiousity encouraged him to check it out anyways. Years previous he had come here seeking shelter from Lomedor, and it hadn't appeared to change. The same simple homes, the same ghostly lack of markets. One could see all the way down the street on a good day. What was more, their Inn still looked caught inbetween repair and disrepair. It hadn't grown any worse in the time he'd been away, yet it certainly hadn't gotten better either. Queer.

Walking through the dusty town he moved to the Inn, letting his hand pause on the handle. The innkeeper was friendly here, the beds warm. The building was small, but that could be good under the right circumstances. Quietly he entered, shoulders tensed as if he expected a flying bottle his way. It didn't come, but the fact did not break his stride. Easily he slipped into a nearby seat, leaning at first back until the chair gave a soft creak of irritation, then leaned forward so it could once more make noise. In the Wilwarin one would never be able to hear such things, but the Inn wasn't quite as populated one might expect. It was decent, and he'd hate to take orders, but it was nowhere near the shoulder to shoulder cramping of the Drital.

Quietly Nathaniel rested his forearms on the table, fixing his sleeve idly while he waited to be served. His dark blue eyes scanned the place, trying to see if he recognized anyone. Such a task stopped when his eyes slowly fell upon a certain waitress, a smirk curling his lips. Dark hair the colour of purest night, and eyes a glimmering green like the emeral gaze of wild tigers. She didn't look particularly strong, but he'd had enough of overbearing women. She was attractive, in a conventional, cute way and not the dastardly I'll-gut-you-if-you-so-much-as-lay-a-hand-on-me way. Then again, her harsh treatment of the men at her original table didn't seem too thrilled with their shot down advances. So she couldn't be bought... well, that was new. Intriguing, as well.

With an interesting sway that could only be called feminine she came over to him, and he met her smile with a deep smirk of his own, his features momentarily lightened. "I'm new to here, as it were. Perhaps you wouldn't mind telling me what I might get for a few crowns?" Crowns, the currency of Arda. It was a lie; he had an abundance of money when it came to drinking. Still, he was playing a game, and he found his dark blue eyes staring as deeply into her own as a snake does with the mouse. Trying to convince, entrance, and possibly even win over with a look. It was usually easier said than done, but he'd had some charm in the day. "Unless you reccommend something, of course," His voice was smooth, Nathaniel remaining still as he watched her. "Then I'd be much obliged to try it."

Unlike Star he hadn't realized something was off about his waitress. Certainly he would be quite irritated to learn he'd flirted with a vampiress, instead of outright attacking her. But with winning white teeth and a brilliant smile, it was hard not to try and play a game. Slowly he shifted in his seat, getting that much more comfortable as he watched her. He was a good contrast; his large frame versus her smaller one, not to mention the gender difference. Green and blue clashed well, apparently, and even their genders changed. Still, like the moon and sun they had their commonalities; hair as black as a raven's wing, for one thing. And the fact they were both manipulating the other, feeling them out to reach their goal. Star's was simple; she knew something was wrong with Nathaniel's general being, but his was a little less altruistic.

Another shift, and he crossed his fingers as he sat his hands on the table once more. The table was poor quality, and any sharp movements would cause splinters, but he was ignoring that. Normally he was a stickler for quality, but...

"I hope you wouldn't find it terribly forward of me, if I were to ask you your name, my dear?" Nathaniel's voice was as smooth as silk, as smooth as the satiny sky his eyes so reflected. His sword lay neglected at his side, and he felt only relief that he was able to try and perform a task without drawing it. He did so like to avoid violence when possible, and this lovely seemed somehow entrancing. Like it was fate, or some other childish delusion the toothless wretches of the streets liked to holler about. Fate, to meet a woman who was going to give him a drink. What a funny idea.

The warrior had no notion of what was to come, or just how ironic the fact he felt such emotions was. Blissful ignorance and a pleasant smile were all he had to offer. For now.

Star watched him carefully, his ice blue eyes like an ocean she felt held an dangerous but aluring ice about them. He held is compusure very well she saw and he was very attractive. He smiled back at her, a smile that could only be described as devilish. She lifted her elegently arched eyebrows for a moment or two before answering his question about the drinks. He calimed to only have a few crowns. But he was dressed nicley his hair was very nicley done, he must have more money than that. He also had a wild danger about him that was tempting, much like the own she didnt know she had.

It was now a game of seduction, had she known that the game would turn into a game of hunting AND seduction later on she might not have made the moves she had. Star smiled and picked the most expensive drink on the menu also being her favorite. "Crystal Kiwi on the rox is my personal favorite." He stared at her in an intracing way that no human could resist, but what he didnt now was that she wasnt human either. "It has a watery crystal tang, but a sweet after taste." She said picturing the light pink drink in her mind.

He then asked for her name his voice like an endless black silk. She let her folded arms drop and made her face look more relaxed, yet somehow more tigeress. Her blood red lips formed her name. "Star, my name is star. And may I ask yours?" She said taking down the pony tail her hair was in and letting her long black hair flow down. This being something that she did only because she was sick of her pony tail, never thinking that this could be seen as what her vampire name was, that of a seductress. "But before you tell me, I must get back to my job." She said making a point and walking away, her skirt flowing behind her, her black boots clicking on the floor.

Star went to the back and prepared his drink slowly adding the pink kiwi. And the sugar grains to the glass. He seemed very controlled, as was she. He was very charming, and dark, dangeourus. Temptng. Delcisous. She had not fed in days and this was getting to her, a day or two more and she would only be able to see the deep blue vein in humans necks, not their words.

Star went out with his drink on a tray. She brought it out and lay it gently on his table and smiled holding her empty tray. "Can I get you anything else?" She asked.

"A sweet aftertaste, hm? Certainly intriguing. I can think of a few other things like that, too." Unlike the other, he wasn't solely thinking of the drink. When he continued by asking her name she seemed to... change? No, that wasn't right. Still, she seemed to visibly relax and somehow appear that much more alluring. Be it her lips the colour of merchants' pure rubies, or the hidden power that seemed to drip off of her. Hidden, but not contained. Not entirely, at least. Perhaps not so different from the women he had encountered as of late, though far from their maliciousness. She seemed charming, and Nathaniel appreciated it. Clearly, there was no knowledge of the fact he was going to become a drink, or at least be pressured towards such a fate.

Still, she spoke her name with presence and let down her long hair. Silken in appearance, not unlike that of his mother. It was odd to see hair free of grease and properly maintained, and he felt a certain appreciation that someone would upkeep themself in such a manner. Now if only those women at the Wilwarin could be taught, perhaps he wouldn't be visiting this place to begin with. Then again, he'd hate to put this young woman; Star, as she was known, out of work. It seemed he was just as base as the men at the other table, though his words and actions were more refined. Practised, even. At least he had no intentions of killing her (though time would change that).

"My name is--" She stopped him, and his mouth dangled open. Slack, confused. Slowly he closed it, watching her. Was she turning him down? Well, that'd been faster than u-- "But before you tell me, I must get back to my job." He watched her go, a slow smile curling his lips. She'd be back; that much was clear by her words. Back with alcohol, no less. Shifting in the seat he leaned back, stretched out his back and rolling his shoulders. Nathaniel was tall enough to raise a few eyebrows, but nothing to truly stand out when blending in was necessary. However, seats such as this were meant to accommodate the more typical men who were towards 5'8 to 5'11. It wasn't terribly apparent for onlookers, but he felt the odd pressure short of the middle of his back and couldn't help a constant shifting to get comfortable.

As ever, he failed to find a comfortable way. So he opted for examining his surroundings while Star fetched him his "Crystal Kiwi". He'd never heard of the drink, but he trusted her not to try and poison him. Nathaniel had no reason to believe anything other than she was a human waitress. That, and killing him now to steal money would result in less than if she had him come back consistently. She looked and seemed smart, and she spoke with no obvious drawls or difficulties of the mind. In these days women may not be educated, but street smarts counted for much. Very few were educated, and Nathaniel had a right mind to believe half the ones who claimed to be were liars.

Dark eyes scanned the place, looking more closely at the men here. Some were old or hunched from hard work, and many were tanned from years of working in the sun. It didn't hold the same despair the Drital held though; the mens' faces were not covered in blisters and worn into wearied defeat. They did not reek of failure, nor give bone-quivering shakes with every cough between breaths. It was a pleasant atmosphere, if not a little more quiet than he was used to. A few creatures of different descent were here as well, but they weren't enough for him to waste his time on. Besides, none of them looked like scragglers, and he couldn't handle a battle right now if he was to compete later. All he could do was try to remember their faces, their selected seats. Try to come back later, catch them at a better time.

Nathaniel's blue eyes continued, taking in the floor, the counter. Doors near the back led to rest rooms, and to the far back there was a staircase leading upstairs to the rooms available. To the right the pub became more of a lounge and less of a pub, a few couches set up against a fireplace set into the wall. It looked cozy; homely, even. One could easily curl up there with a book and sleep the days away, drifting on naught but a lager and a few words. A pity he didn't care for reading, and was so busy. The experience, from what he had heard, was quite pleasurable. Business before such trifles was necessary to achieve dreams when one was simply human though, and his schedule barely allowed for this drinking time as it was.

The familiar clank of steel on wood grasped his attention though, and immediately he left his thoughts to look back up at Star and smile. It wasn't sweet perse, but it was generally charming and showed off his teeth. The few times he'd lost them he'd wrenched them back in and used healing spells to keep them enforced, abhorring the concept of losing them. Vanity, and all that. "Thank you, Miss Star." Nathaniel purred, pulling the drink over and sipping at the pink concoction slowly. It certainly did have a notable tang, and his eyebrows furrowed as he took a pause to savour it. When it faded into a pleasant sweetness, like treats from a childhood long forgotten and unimportant, a smile touched his lips.

"You've good taste." The smile broadened, sitting on a grin. His dark eyes met her green ones playfully, waiting for her next move. He didn't respond to her question; not yet. First he needed to test the waters.

(( Sorry about the wait!! Today's been a little crazy, heh. ))

The man completely ignored her question. She had asked him if he needed anything else but he simply took the drink and let the light pink liqud touch his lips, swolowing the drink deliberatly taking his time. He purred as he talked as if the black silk that was his voice rippled slighlty. Any girl would have been wooed by now, very much so captured by his charm, but not charm could match that as a vampire. And she had always been stubborn even as a human.

She listened to him and was greatly intrigued at the game they were to play, oblivous to the fact that it would become dangerous. A game of two people battling wits, charm and death. But for now, it was only charm. She could play this game, but she didnt know exactly how well she could play it.

Star's stomach stung slighlty, she was hungry, she hadnt fed in days. She mainly fed on animals becaues it was feeding on humans that made one evil, but sometimes, if they were not letting her go or if she was in trouble she would. To protect herself. Her large green eyes met his and sparkled at the look of playfullness, but something happend that she prayed he wouldnt notice, her pupil became just the slightest larger, noting her incrising hunger.

They sat smiling at each others, hers a closed mouth smile only slightly there but making her look more elegent, sharp, and sleek. His own eyes searched hers, and vice versa, they were studying thier opponent with great intensity. She searched, until she found words. "You have no idea." She said.

"STAR!" Her boss shouted at her from behind the bar, she turned arround her black hair flowing behind her and she stood in front of the bar with her arms crossed.

"Yea?" She asked angrily, her boss was a drunken man who was either in too good of a mood and made the moves on her, or was just mean.

"You have spent way to much on that table, that does it your a bad waitress get out! NOW!" He shouted.

At that moment her eyes were no longer green but black out of rage and fear for loosing her job. She looked at him and almost let her cannine teeth grow, but this game that she had going on she could feel had more significance and danger than she assumed, she couldnt let the charming stranger find out yet. So she simply untied her apron, tossed it to the two men in the corner angrily who then responed in whistling and hoots. And walked out the door.

As she opened the door the cool night air hit her face and calmed her down, only a sliver of green revealed itself in her eyes. She stood still trying to calm her mind, but before she got anywhere she heard her charming opponents voice. She turned and smiled. putting her hands on her hips.

Nathaniel was enjoying this. More than he initially thought he would. Though he was a man of simple standards, this game was proving more interesting as every moment inched past. An intellectual challenge, one of combatting wits and charm. He'd grown so accustomed to women hitting him with sharp objects or fleeing in the opposite direction he'd thought he'd never lay eyes on another woman again. At least, not one who was as alluring as this. Her eyes seemed to glitter like wet diamonds in the pale moonlight, and her hair only painted that image of night more. Though he noticed her pupils dilate, but shrugged it off as nothing more than excitement or perhaps a few drinks she'd had before work. As ever, myths and superstitutions ruled his knowledge, and he expected blood red eyes that woudl suddenly glow like coals to signal a hungry vampire. It may not true, but he'd held fast to similar beliefs and survived all this time as well.

If only he knew.

When she spoke he closed his eyes, enjoying the sound. Not loud, boisterous, arrogant or harsh. Not taunting nor teasing. It was entirely feminine and he was quite pleased with it. Even the words were intriguing, further playing to their game, and he smirked slowly as he looked once more to her. Before Nathaniel could say whatever he intended a shout rang out though, and in surprise he looked to the bar of the place. A wide counter, it was seated some few feet away from his own table. It was arranged so that those who entered first came to the tables, thus keeping the stock of alcohol high. It wasn't truly needed, given the place wasn't terribly busy, but people were welcome to their odd habits. It wasn't Nathaniel's place to question, nor his interest. His interest lay on Star.

Still, that loud booming voice was a pain. Entirely masculine and self confident, laced with irritation and sternness. Not at all what he was used to hearing of the man here; was it perhaps a replacement? He'd heard rumors that the inn keeper was away while he wife was busy with child, but hadn't thought much of it. If it were true, it was quite likely this man could scare off what few customers did partake in this establishment. Bloody fools. Irritation rolled in his gut, and he sneered faintly in disgust, though intended to say nothing. Star's smooth voice dripped with more honey than he'd expected, and the sneer died down so he could look at the vampire. So careless, so simple.

So enticing.

"That does it you're a bad waitress, get out! NOW!" Nathaniel could only imagine food between yellowed teeth spraying on whatever poor fool sat too close to the man, the shouting sounding hoarse on torn vocal chords. Not unused to screaming, then. What a shame this woman was being fired though, her looks alone would have typically been enough to keep her job. Many others were able to perform such tasks. Then again, very few people liked him, so it was no surprise the man would fire her for consorting with him. Funny, but not surprising. He said nothing, merely watched as she looked to the innkeeper harshly, movements tense and sharp. Then, with practiced ease and smooth dramatic pause she slowly untied her apron, none of the former hostility in her movements. Tossed to the hounds in the corner it illicited hoots, and she stormed off.

Now what. Should he remain here, finish off his delicious little pink drink? The name escaped him; in fact, he likely wouldn't remember it all come morning of the next day. So why not savour it while he had it?Already Nathaniel felt a warm ease at the back of his mind, a sort of release in pressure. Something struck him, though. This woman who was so different, who had interested him. Could he really let her walk off, never to be seen again? Today was going to be crazy with all the people he had to see, surely a pleasing encounter such as this was needed.

His blue eyes cast onto the drink momentarily, before he leant back and upturned the entire drink, guzzling it like a professional. He closed hsi eyes against the initial sharp taste, head turning to the side as he pursed his lips. Then it faded and he placed it back onto the table harshly, rising from his seat to follow after the dark haired female. He was oblivious to remarks of the innkeeper regarding paying, instead palming the hilt of his sword faintly. A clear message, and one the idiot seemed to adhere. Good, because if a scuffle had arose he would have intended to burn the entire place down, patrons locked within. He had a vicious bite when seeking vegeance. Then again, when he'd been drinking it was difficult for the man to remain mad at anything. Perhaps he'd do it the morning after, when his head rung in protest to his drinking habits.

Eeerggg--EEK.

The door opened smoothly, and Nathaniel strode out without conflict. His eyes scanned there area before falling upon the little vixen, now without job. She wasn't far-- good. Striding over he paused, a grin on his lips. Flushed with life and feeling pleasantly numb (the altercation within was all but forgotten; he was a pleasant and forgetful drunk, even if he had yet to truly achieve more than a buzz) he crossed his arms. "So, Ms. Star. Still wish to know my name?" His eyes twinkled with amusement; declined or not, he was going to have fun with her. No, not like that you dirty minded fiends.

Well... maybe [ib]later[/b] like that. Nathaniel really had no idea. No matter, he would no doubt learn soon enough.

Star could hear the ruckus in side the bar, her former boss demanding pay for the drink she had served him. That man always demanded payment for anything and everything. She thought wrinkling her nose for a moment. She could also hear the door open, she turned and put her hands on her hips. Her black silk like hair flowed in the night. The moon made her pale skin almost glow.

Star looked at him and smiled. A laugh escaped her lips. It was a laugh like a chorus of bells, her green emerald eyes, or what was left of the green in them sparkled. His eyes were like frozen saphires in the night. His hair like her own very dark the kind she could run her fingers through. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment forcing more of her emerald green to show, making them look normal.

This was a game, a game of wits that she knew she could play. One that would entertain them both, like an intracate dance. Lets see if we play the same game. She thought to herself her smile staying in place. She carefully took a step closer to the man. "Very much so, I'm glad you can remember my own name." She said giving the tiniest of a curtsie flexing her long legs.

Stars mind wandered to the annoyance that she would again be unemployed, she needed the money. She had no way to get it and being a bar waitress was proving to be a hard life. She needed another means to make money, surly she could find something else.

"Very much so, I'm glad you can remember my own name." Nathaniel grinned, a ghoulish looking sight in the pale moonlight. With broad shoulders and sturdy definition in his hanging arms, wide chest and strong legs he made for an imposing figure. Against other mrotal men he could clearly hold his own; had been doing so for years. Such years of practice had worn into him, giving his large hands rough flesh and a myriad of small cuts and scratches. His knuckles seemed perpetually plagued with small slices. With his hair somewhat untamed and a drunken worm crawling under his flesh he was free of wearied lines that marred him, his lips pulled into a perpetual frown and eyes almost always narrowed. Not now though, not when he was playing and enjoying himself.

He took a deep breath of the night air, which filled his lungs with a freshness he wasn't accustomed too. trekking through woods gave way to vile poisons and the stench of animals, and Lomedor was the filth of poor men and beggars. But here, where the population was somewhat controlled, one could breath, feel it push lungs to near bursting size as they burned in pleasure. And, with just as much enjoyment, he exhaled a slow, luxurious breath. "Nathaniel." He spoke slowly, voice low and quiet. There was no need to be boisterous here; he need not compete for attention nor sound. "Nathaniel Rystoff." Dark blue eyes settled once more upon the pale figure bathed in moonlight befitting pale flesh, regaining some of his dignity as the tangible pleasure became more muted.

"Have you somewhere to be, Ms. Star? I would assume you have a home.. might I walk you there?" Nathaniel offered his arm out, raising his eyebrows encouragingly. It was a noble thing to do, something he'd been ribbed about doing by a number of comrades. He'd seen no point in such fancy things, especially when for a mere three crowns he could afford someone without any modesty or name attached. And in the morning they would be gone, like a pleasant dream; left well because it was gone. He'd never seen need for more, and as terrible as it was Nathaniel probably intended little better with this woman. He had goals to accomplish, things to do. Women were weak, uncomprehending. She was charming, sure. Attractive, as well. But a lifetime had taught him not to accept others close to himself, not when they might need to be sacrificed.

A pleasurable smile belied none of these thoughts. Nathaniel looked decently charming and enthraleld with the woman; and for now he was, would be so long as he was drunk and possibly a little longer. Given, he was more smooth about it than the men in the bar, and gave inconcise signals at times, but he was after no more than them. Soon enough he'd be after far more; a head, for one, and would try to end the female's life. He would have no consideration for these activities, would have no such drive. She was attractive, sure; btu she would be a vampire. And he hated vampires. For more than a few reasons.

A bull yawned somewhere, a long and low note that carried across the streets. The noise was enough for him to once more look at bright green eyes with his slightly glazed ones, moving his arm as if to encourage her to take it even more. Nathaniel's vanity had effectively placed him in the spdier's trap. For while he thought he was simply trying to win the other over, he had no concept that she was doing the same. He had some idea she was flirting, but he knew not how dangerous the game was to become. Given how drunk he was, he likely would have fallen down laughing if someone had told him. Nathaniel was a terribly careless drunk, prone to being emotional and blathering on. For now that wasn't a problem; he wasn't drunk enough that he couldn't draw a blade or keep an eye out, but he was buzzed enough to lose the wariness he dressed all strangers in. Poor ignorant fool.

Star smiled and took his arm. The thirst was becoming simply ubearable. She could now not see his blue eyes, or his black hair, only the blue veins that ran through his body under is light skin. She took his arm gratefully for fear of falling down, the hunger was burning her stomach and she felt as though she could starve right then and their.

Her fangs began to grow, it was time to feed, and she could not change that. She put her hands on the side of his face and looked into his blue eyes inenstly keeping her mouth closed not reavealing her teeth. She leaned in her ruby red lips almost touching his, then she reared back and sunck her teeth into his fleshy neck, hitting the major artery with the most blood.

Blood trickled down his neck most in her mouthe she sucked away what she could her lips on his skin, her fangs in his flesh. She felt her fangs being pulled out of his skin, her blood was gone, her fangs went back to normal, her eyes became regular and she fell to the ground felling very much more energized, her body full of more power. That she could convert to magical energy.

She looked at him starteled and angry, she looked horrified. "I'm sorry!" She said even though I'm sorry couldnt cut it.