Levi was terribly bored. The options he had found recently were lacking, a bit of a bore in bed…or wherever they managed to take it. It was difficult to find any good places to go anymore, the wizarding world meant for a bunch of nerds with sticks wasn’t far from the truth. It was as if all the blokes were pansies hiding behind their wands and the witches were hiding behind whatever appearance spells they could find. While that was nice on occasion, it really wasn’t all that attractive when bints looked fake as can be. 

That was why Levi was slightly shocked when he walked into the Leaky Cauldron, expecting that he would have to get really drunk before he was able to convince himself to look past the ugly women and find his pleasure. His eyes settled on a blonde, someone he certainly didn’t need to get nearly as drunk for before whisking her away. Smirking to himself, he sauntered over to where she was, thanking the bartender as he was brought a drink. He had been here far too often, an open tab at all times, for the bartender to not notice his arrival. 

“How you doin’?” he asked the bint, eyes unashamed as he let them roam over her figure slowly before returning to her face.

@ellanora

London had been… dull, as far as Ella was concerned. She had had her fair share of decent meals, marginally entertaining kills, and annoyingly made two human friends. Luckily for her, though she wasn’t sure how her sister felt, the novelty of having human friends was wearing off. She expected any day now that she would be bored with the twins they had befriended and would find herself killing them both and draining them completely. But she could be patient… for now; after all, Cat might still be against the idea of killing them. Ella loved her sister more than anything in this world, but she certainly hoped that Catherine wouldn’t be trying to keep them alive forever.

She had found herself stuck behind her sister’s constrictions since they had arrived in London, even though Catherine had been loosening up a bit—for her standards, anyways. But Ella knew that she was still worried about being back in London. Hell, she had contemplated turning a random bartender into a vampire just to have some more muscle on their side. That had been an interesting plan… until it wasn’t. The bartender was incredibly boring.

Tonight, she had no idea where her sister was—a rarity for them, but she was enjoying scoping out the options in this bar. There were very few potential meals that interested her, until her gaze found a bloke that had just entered the pub. Now, Ella wasn’t one to even pause to consider an attractive exterior—it made no difference when it came down to what she cared about. But this one, well, even she couldn’t ignore just how good he looked.

Luckily for her, she didn’t even have to work hard for his attention, as he came right over to her. It seemed that they had both picked each other out as the only worthy company in the bar—that was fine with her. Perhaps they could have a bit more fun than she normally did with her food.

“Better now,” she replied, smiling mischievously. Worthy company indeed, she thought, taking a sip of her drink.

Outfit

Perhaps tonight wouldn’t be all that dull after all, he contemplated. It had almost seemed as if the country was losing its appeal and entertainment, though, he had a feeling that tonight wouldn’t be a disappointment. Just by the look of her, he could tell that she would keep him occupied for a bit of time before he moved off to a new destination. As soon as she responded, he knew that this was already in the bag. Really, he had never been rejected since school, fully knowing how to get his way with anyone he came across. People really weren’t all that difficult to read, though he did suppose he knew how to read them a bit more than most. It wasn’t bloody hard to pay attention, even if most people were simply too distracted to know what was going on in their surroundings.

“What are you drinking?” he asked, looking at the cup she was drinking out of. He really bloody hoped it wasn’t some sort of weak drink as that would be incredibly disappointing. However, if it were, he would quickly change that, certain he’d be able to convince her to loosen up a bit. It was curious to him why the attractive bint was by her lonesome, finding that not many bints preferred to be out at night alone – something about the dangers the existed in the night, or something insane.

Ella could tell what type of man this human was, coming to this pub only to find a bint to shag. She could certainly find ways to amuse him, and have a nice meal to finish it off. In fact, this seemed like an even better idea by the moment. There was absolutely no way that she would be leaving tonight without having a bit of fun with this one, as he could really just how satisfying he would be. He was certainly her type, the alpha male, and it was all too predictable how to get him alone. By the time the evening was concluding, he would probably be pulling her out of the room himself, amusingly sealing his own faith by helping her get him alone. But she certainly would have a hell of a time with him before then, besides she might as well give him a bit of what he wanted—she was feeling generous, and he was attractive to catch her eye after all. That was rare enough to act on for a while.

His specific type of male was easily predictable, though. He wanted a lay, clearly, and would probably love to have one without any type of challenge. But deep down, they all liked a bit of a challenge. Otherwise, what was the fun? Her smile widened at his question, knowing that she certainly couldn’t tell him what she would really be drinking later… or he would go running from the room, more than likely, “Odgen’s,” she stated, giving him an amused once-over. Since there wasn’t any liquor that tasted as delicious as what she really craved, Ella tended to drink the stronger liquors, as it seems to impress the human males. It was a tried and true method at this point.

The longer Levi glanced at the woman, the more attractive she seemed to get. Sometimes, he didn’t want to bloody chat but speed up the process, informing them that they were going to give into him eventually that night. His eyes slowly moved over her again, lingering at her revealing cleavage. The dress looked simple enough to rip off, he thought, smirking at the thought. His mind was already flowing with all of the things he wanted to do with her…or to her…whichever, he supposed. By far, she was already the most interesting and attractive bint in the pub he noticed, as he took another casual glance about. He had to keep his options, after all. Once he finished with this one, he supposed he would have to switch locations, not seeing anyone nearly as entertaining around here.

“Odgen’s?” he repeated, eyebrows raising as his eyes ran over her body again. She was rather thin, he noticed…and Ogden’s wasn’t typically the drink of choice for normal bints. He would know; he’s bought many a drink in his time. “Impressive, if you can hold it,” Levi stated, smirking. “I’ll be sure to keep a careful eye on you so you don’t do anything you’d regret,” he said, his grin widening on his features as he took a swig of his own drink.

What Ella found most interesting about this human already was the way that he didn’t even hide the fact that he was checking her out. Most males were apparently a bit slyer about choosing their prey—the irony of her wording not lost on her. But he seemingly had no problem letting his gaze move up and down her body as it pleased him. Absolutely interesting indeed, though it told her that she had found herself quite the easy meal this evening. He certainly would be pulling her out of the room himself by the time they were done. And he would be so sweet—that much she could already tell, even sweeter after experiencing what other fun he had to offer. Yes, this was going to be a very fruitful evening, indeed.

She smirked at his comment, nodding in verification as she watched his eyes move over her again. He was actually as though he was the predator, but Ella was the only predator in the room. As she had expected, he was immediately impressed by her liquor choice, not that she had thought anything differently. Ella had been on this earth far too long to not realize exactly how to stand out enough to find herself a meal without even having to try, and when every other female in the room was sipping on something weak and sweet, Ella would drink the bland firewhiskey until she could get her fill of what she really wanted, “Oh, I can hold my own,” she replied, taking a practiced sip of her drink—too small of a drink would look like she was stomaching it in order to impress, too long would be trying too hard. Well, or so she gathered, though that would mean he was looking at something other than her cleavage, which was unlikely at this point anyways, “I have no doubt that you’ll take very good care of me,” Ella said, innocently, a small smile playing on her lips as she took another swig of her firewhiskey.

There was something different, something off about this witch, though he wasn’t quite certain what precisely that was just yet. Of course, it didn’t matter all that much exactly what kind of witch she was or what skeletons she had in her closet. She was far too confident to be a typical woman in this setting. Not even a blush seemed to cross her features as he very obviously checked her out. Merlin, she was so bloody attractive and he hoped this wouldn’t take long, though he supposed there wouldn’t be much of a rush tonight.

He smirked as she drank in confirmation, eyes lingering on her bare neck, wanting to leave a marking while he showed her a good time. his attention was solely focused on the woman at the moment, no one really comparing to her at the current location. “I look forward to seeing that,” he replied, eyebrows raising in her direction. He was quite surprised by her next statement, not a typical response. “What’s a beautiful woman like yourself coming to a pub by her lonesome? Broken heart?” he asked, taking a slow sip of his drink.

If she wanted to give credit to the human, she would say that he certainly knew how to make a girl feel like she was the only one in the room. Ella assumed that he had a hell of a lot of practice in doing just that and she knew that if she were an ordinary witch, like she had been so long ago, it was something that she would have fallen for easily. Females were practically destined to fall for the first attractive bloke that paid them a bit of attention. It was because of that that she’d been attracted to … whatever his name had been, all of those years back. Until, of course, she had found out that he’d been seeing other women, and Ella didn’t have to think further into how that had turned up. It had led her and Cat to where they were today, which really meant that it all worked out in the end. She had gotten away from the constraints of being a woman alive in that time period, promised to someone who would never care about her. And now, she simply didn’t care about anyone herself, except for her sister, clearly.

This human’s predatory personality was catching her interest, there was no doubt about that, but it wouldn’t be enough to save his life. She had long since given up on the idea of sparing humans—except for the two annoyances that they had deemed their friends. But after she had her fun with this one, he would be tossed aside like the rest, “If you’re lucky,” she stated, wondering if she was right about this one secretly enjoying a challenge. Ella found that she was rarely ever wrong, really.

Her smile grew slightly, though she was of course careful to make sure that her fangs weren’t visible… much. She supposed that if he was paying attention, he might notice something amiss, but somehow she doubted it was her smile that he would be looking at, “Nobody breaks my heart,” Ella told him, shooting the bloke an amused look. That was a laughable thought, indeed.

Really, Levi wasn’t sure there was much needed to whisk this witch away, giving her the attention that she needed, and well…the attention he needed, as well. She looked far too appealing for him to pass up this opportunity and he was glad that she wasn’t playing hard to get. There was something that Levi had understood about women long ago. They all just wanted to be treated as if they were special, or some shit. It was certainly something that he was more than capable of doing. Shagging, to him, was the best form of communication, a language he could speak flawlessly.

“I think you’ll find that I’m very lucky,” Levi leaned forward, whispering into her ear. Luck had really been on his side since he had cleaned up his horrible act when he was in school, becoming the hardass that he was now. Levi let out a laugh at her response, shaking his head lightly in amusement. So, this woman was an independent type. He had found them to be the ones that actually did play hard to get, but once they were retrieved, only too easy to please as they realized what they had been missing. “Perhaps you’ve broken someone else’s, then,” he mused, shrugging slightly as he took a sip of his drink. She definitely had a face, and body, that read that she could be a heartbreaker, someone to drag along a male and leave him for dead. All of the attractive bints were that way, whether they realized it or not. Somehow, though, he didn’t peg her as being someone that was all that ignorant.

This would be far too easy, she realized, and normally she wasn’t at all interested in situations that didn’t bring about even the slightest amount of challenge. He would pull her from the room at that very moment, or so she assumed. Ella wouldn’t doubt that he would be solidifying his own death soon enough by his own impatience to get a shag. However, she found herself still incredibly tempted by this one, which was frankly odd. She really didn’t care that it was easy, as he was far too nice to look at and would taste even better. Besides, it would be interesting to give him a chance at other means of pleasure. It had been a long time since any male had caught her interest in that way, if it had ever even happened before. Back when she was a human, sex was for getting pregnant after marriage, and hardly something that most women got any enjoyment out of. After becoming a vampire, it had simply been a means of getting a man alone to drain him of his blood. She was unsure if she’d ever actually be interested in the act itself with anyone she’d come across—though she supposed there was no harm at all in giving it a chance. More than likely, it would be unsuccessful and she would have a private location for a satisfying meal. That was hardly a bad worst-case scenario.

As he moved to whisper in her ear, Ella’s eyes glanced down at his exposed throat, biting her lip to ease the temptation to take him right there. He was certainly delicious—his personality and his appearance matching her type she’d had when she was human, without the tattoos, of course. Those simply had been quite frowned upon back when she was a human, which was too bad, as she rather enjoyed them, “Good,” she replied, her tongue running over her fangs distractedly. Ella was finding herself getting quite impatient at this little game they were playing, wanting to be playing an entirely different game. She laughed under her breath, glanced over at him, “Perhaps I have,” Ella said, offhandedly, though she’s broken more than people’s hearts. She took a sip of her drink, wondering just how long this was going to go on before he pulled her from the room; she really doubted that it would be much longer now.