Aster's eyebrow twitched. He hadn't been expecting such an...unwelcoming reception. His body remained stock still, a mask of silent contemplation on his face. Gaze frosty and fists clenching, this boy -Ann's brother- was getting a bit too worked up...but why? His thoughts were put on pause as the boy switched out, Rain taking his place as the duo's representative in conversation. Attitudes in diametric contrast,where Asher was aggressive, Rain was pacifying. Well, she tried to be.
Aster's heart thrummed in his chest, the girl's approach strengthening her effect on him. While he was able to resist the sensual whispers of temptation before -and quite easily at that- that temptation grew exponentially as he was exposed to Rain's scent at closer proximity and for longer periods of time. He blinked.
When his eyes reopened, the world was different -no- Rain was different. Now that he had a close look at her, the girl was beautiful. Sunny blond locks adorned her head, wispy golden threads weaving together into a curtain of hair that framed her face in its brilliance. Her hair seemed to be mostly in order, but the few rebellious strands threw themselves across her face. Almost invisible against the canvas of Rain's fair skin, they pasted themselves against her face held by the faint sheen of perspiration. Aster's gaze followed the yellow road, watching it meander down her cheeks, bending and twisting until it found itself trapped between soft, pink lips. Lips that quivered as she spoke. Lips glowing with a tender hue that dyed them pink, brimming with the sweet temptation of blood. Aster could tell, perhaps as all Vampires could, that what flowed within those lips, giving them their translucent pink color, was a succulent ambrosia just waiting to be seized. They were perhaps Rain's second most attractive feature. (Aster had never been a fan of Blondes, so her hair, while immaculate, would not be scoring her many points in his book.)
Most attractive of all, most irresistibly luscious and enticingly inviting, was her neck. The sight of it would've made Aster salivate had his throat not -unbeknownst to him- become so parched. He tried to gulp, but it was like searching for water beneath sandy dunes. Instead of wetting his throat, it only agitated him more. Covered by only the thin layer of Rain's skin, in its jade-like beauty, Rain's neck was without doubt a seductively dressed meal all but offered up for whoever was bold enough to claim it. It would only take a moment. Within seconds the girl could be overpowered, and in seconds more his lips would meet her neck as his fangs punctured her skin, sweet scarlet nectar would wash across his mouth and quench his thirst. It would be easy. Simple. Enjoyable -for him at least.
All it would take was a li~ttle- *BITE*
Blood filled Aster's mouth as he bit down, not on Rain's neck -regrettable as that might've been- but instead on his own tongue. Pain flashed across his expression, but he masked it almost immediately. He gulped several times, mouthfuls of his own blood washing down his throat bringing slight, but much needed relief to his primal desires. He staggered backward a few steps, and a cold sweat drenched his back. 'This girl...too dangerous...' He'd almost lost himself for a moment there, his vampiric cravings unrelenting in their call for a taste of the girl's blood.
Having opened up a bit of space between himself and Rain, Aster was able to regain some of his composure. A forced smile stretched across his lips and he gingerly took the flower from Rain's hands. "I'll make sure it gets to her, don't worry." By now, his bleeding tongue had mostly healed, leaving only a throbbing pain in the fleshy appendage. It was bearable, and helped him maintain focus. Now that he'd experienced first hand the intensity of Rain's blood, his eyes returned quizzically to land on the half-blood boy. Was his human side allowing him to resist her? From the way he'd defensively shielded her, Aster figured something was up. Perhaps his vampiric cravings and human tendencies had blended together in some odd, unheard of way. Rather than a compulsion towards the girl, because what he felt was simply a powerful attraction. He was smitten. Or so Aster conjectured.
With that thought in mind, Asher's earlier actions seemed more reasonable. For one as young as him, it was understandable to be rather defensive of the one you'd...set your eye on. At least, that's what Aster had read. It was a human thing, one that had to do with 'puberty', whatever that was. He'd only ever heard of the mythical human state. His specific type of Vampire weren't all that close to humans. Living ones that is. He was more of an...undead. Not quite alive, but not quite deceased. He matured as a human would, but they ran on different time lines, after all, he was an undying sanguine lord. It would be hundreds of years before he fully matured and reached his prime.
His previously forced smile melted into a knowing smirk as his gaze shifted between Asher and Rain. Settling his vision on Asher, he chuckled, "Don't worry, I'm not your competition. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again soon enough, but for now I'll take my leave." Skirting around the pair, Aster paced off down the hallways. There were many other ways to find Ann, especially for a shapeshifter like himself. He could sniff her out after transforming his nose, but he needed to be far away from Rain before he dared to amplify his sense of smell. Her blood was compelling enough, if he were to get hit with that while his sense of smell was amplified... Perish the thought.
