It wasn’t difficult to determine how to get this one alone as she was already willing to go. The fact that she was already alone was a good sign, indicating that none of her bint friends would cause an issue on him just walking her out of here. When a bint came in a group, there was always one logical one that was claiming that they should just leave with a random stranger. It wasn’t like he was trying to kill them or anything. He just wanted a bloody shag. He would shag them in public if he was desperate, which he never was. If that bint somehow got talked out of leaving with him, he would simply move onto another bint. What Levi always found to be the more exciting of challenges was when he would talk that logical friend into leaving with him, showing her the great benefits of leaving logic behind on a few occasions. Though, this one…he was certain would have no problem leaving with him. She was dressed as if she were in need and he knew precisely what to do to satisfy that need.

Levi’s eyes had been watching the bint closely, not lost to the fact of the movement of her tongue. It was then that he had caught the glimpse of…fangs? In his lifetime, he had met a few bints that had slightly sharper teeth than others, but none that had the sharp looking pearly whites that this one held. A part of him wondered if she was a witch or a vampire now, not that it really mattered. She looked almost hungry as she looked over him, something that was turning him on even more. With her pale skin and the coolness of it, he was quite certain that it was a definite possibility that this bint was actually a vampire, in search of her next meal. They were both predators, he noted, smirking at the thought. However, asking a bint if they were a vampire hardly sounded like the appropriate way to go just in case she wasn’t. It was like asking a bint if they were pregnant when they actually weren’t. There were just some things that were better off left unsaid. “Can’t blame the bloke,” he finally shrugged, figuring any bloke could easily fall all over her, distracted by her beauty. “Is that drink good enough for you? Or do you prefer one that is a bit thicker, a bit more full of colour?” he asked, quirking his eyebrow in her direction.

Finding a challenge was next to impossible for Ella after so many years of practice in drawing in her prey. It didn’t make it any more interesting that it seemed vampires had some natural allure that attracted the humans. It was survival of the fittest, after all, and vampires had learned to adapt. This natural allure that she seemed to have was helpful, but not at all necessary. She deemed herself perfectly capable of convincing a human to leave with her, and almost missed when it had all been a bit new to her and every time she had tricked a meal into going to a secluded area, she had felt victorious. Now, it was as easy as if she just killed them where they stood. At first, any human male had been a challenge… then she had moved onto the more physically intimidating ones. But even that had become boring on occasion, and she now occasionally found herself seducing women. They were easier to kill, obviously, but sometimes harder to get alone. But she found herself intrigued by the human before her, regardless of how easy it would be to get him alone. Yes, he was her type, way back when she’d actually had a type, but he was his own kind of predator, really… and she found that ironic and very, very tempting.

She hid a smile by taking another sip of her drink, amused by the line of conversation. No, the blokes couldn’t be blamed really; the thought of a shag was just far too tempting for the lot of them, and they were drawn in against better judgment. Well, Ella supposed most blokes didn’t have much judgment. Before she could reply to say that her drink was fine, even if she was slightly confused by the randomness of the question, the man was continuing and she found herself laughing despite herself. Had she been figured out so easily? That was incredibly rare. This human was interesting indeed, and she was surprised not only that he had noticed something was off, but he’d also risked calling her out on it. Most blokes would run off immediately, or at least find an excuse to piss off. Not many would subtly let on that they knew, and Ella didn’t know what to think of that. A smile grew across her face, her fangs now visible, and took a moment to look over the bloke slowly, “You’re observant,” she commented, raising an eyebrow in return, “and not running off.” Ella added, wondering if he was one that enjoyed a bit of risk, even when the odds were against him.

A bloody vampire. A bloodsucking, life destroying, bloody vampire. This was certainly not what had crossed his mind when he approached the most attractive bint in the place at the moment. The way she held herself with such confidence was impressive, desirable, even. And now, he supposed it made sense. Not that he needed help in his confidence, but it made sense that a bint was nearly as confident, seeing as she was practically untouchable. She was a living, or dead, weapon, fully capable of bringing anyone to be her meal. It wasn’t lost on him the power that a vampire held, but it certainly was fascinating. The only reason she would be here, he assumed, was to get her filling. Now, she was even more interesting than he had previously thought, very curious if he could please this vampire in other ways. Surely, since they were humans once, they still shared some of the characteristics? Levi could feel his adrenaline starting to course through his body, feeling the need to get this one alone despite the potential dangers of that move. It was now a challenge that he sought out eagerly.

Levi’s eyes moved over her fangs before moving back towards her eyes. “And here I thought vampires were hideous. I’ve been proven a fool,” he shrugged, letting his eyes lazily linger over her fit body. “Should I be?” he asked, quirking his eyebrow in her direction. Running off was certainly the farthest option from his mind at the present moment, though he supposed he should be running off if he valued his life.

Ella really didn’t know what to think of this man anymore. It was a very rare occasion indeed that a human was observant enough to notice anything amiss about her… of course, sometimes a human would be set slightly on edge due to her, without being able to put a finger on why. She blamed their instincts for that, but it seemed that humans were ignoring those now more than they ever had before. That was the death of them, really… if they had only listened to the tiny feeling telling them that something was off about the bint they were talking to. But they were far too busy thinking about other inappropriate endeavors to wonder about the ones she really wanted. But this human, who’s name she was now almost curious about, he had noticed, called her out, and she was getting a feeling from him and it wasn’t fear. The bloke really didn’t seem afraid, she realized, in fact, he almost seemed more intrigued. And, of course, that only piqued Ella’s interest even further.

Her smile only widened as he looked at her fangs for a moment, though with a glance around, Ella’s smile then dropped. She didn’t need anyone starting a damn panic when she found herself in such an interesting conversation. It was always amusing how something as simple as a flash of her fangs could send people immediately running. There had been a time that she’d hated what she had become—but, hell, that time had been so brief. Ella had almost immediately noticed it as the chance to get away from the restrictions of her daily life. And now, she reveled in being a damn vampire. She got enjoyment out of it every day, and had gotten exactly what she had wanted. The freedom to do absolutely anything. “I do love breaking that stereotype,” she said, offhandedly, tilting her glass side to side as she examined the boring liquor, a smirk playing on her lips as she noticed from the corner of her eye him looking her over. The man really wasn’t afraid—how puzzling. Finally, she glanced up at him again, “Most give it a try,” Ella replied, shrugging gracefully. The chase could be interesting sometimes if that was the mood she was in, as she did particularly enjoy the fear it brought out in her meals.

The longer he stayed here with the vampire, the more he wanted to leave with her immediately before her mind changed. Of course, he was assuming that the vampire actually wanted to have a bit of human fun and if she hadn’t, he would definitely have to use this as a time to convince her that this was what she wanted. He didn’t know all too much about vampires, but he did know that living a long time would be awfully boring if this type of physical contact was neglected. Though, that was the last thing on his mind, only concerned about himself as he never shagged a vampire before. There was a first time for everything, and he didn’t have all that many firsts left as it was. For some reason, he really did think vampires would be much uglier, thinking they would have had some gray type of skin with decaying teeth or whatever. Now, he knew how vampires were able to get their meals easily.

“I’ll bet you do,” he grinned in agreement. “Though, I’m sure not many people live long enough to comment on that,” he shrugged carelessly. Hell, he might not live long enough to truly cherish the beauty that he ran into…and would be ramming into shortly. “You must be going after all the wrong blokes, then,” Levi said, quirking a mischievous eyebrow in her direction. Running definitely was so far from his mind of things he wanted to do, unless it meant them leaving this place sooner.

When she had decided to go out this evening for a meal, she hadn’t been expecting it to go any differently than her normal nights out. She would go to a bar, usually sticking to this general area—if it was something that was inconvenient about being a vampire, it was no longer being able to apparate, and so staying around London was always easier, and she would scout out the type of prey she was looking for that evening. Sometimes she just wanted to seduce a man out of the bar, sometimes a couple if she was feeling adventurous. If she were looking for even more of a challenge, occasionally she would look for an entire group of blokes out for the evening. This evening, Ella had been content with just finding a solitary man to get alone, to which she was certain immediately that this one would fit the bill. Yet in the span of a very brief conversation, she was finding herself intrigued by him. Being at all interested in a human was not something she was used to, and having a human realize what she was so easily was an even rarer occurrence.

“They don’t,” she said, simply, not feeling the need to mince words. Perhaps he wasn’t scared because he thought she was some nice vampire who spared the lives of humans everywhere. After all, she was sitting amongst the lot of them with relative ease—that could put off a vibe that she wasn’t deadly, possibly. That was the opposite of the truth, obviously, since it had been quite a while since sparing human life had mattered even slightly to her. So it was true enough that although she did seem to break the stereotype that many people had about what vampires should be like, most found out about her far too late to have those thoughts. When they were about to die, they probably weren’t checking her out. Ella raised an eyebrow at him, not at all expecting the words he’d just spoken. “How do you figure? Perhaps I like the chase,” Ella stated, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. If he really was impossible to scare off, he might serve more of a purpose than just a meal. But she found that most humans frightened easily, and even if her presence didn’t send him running, a few pointed comments more than likely would.

Apparently, the longer a bint lived, the less she said. Perhaps becoming a vampire was the better of the options at this point, he mused to himself. If vampires were this not talkative, they definitely had their benefits. It almost was worth asking her what it would take for her to change him, but he wasn’t rash like that…sometimes. He might have gotten along well with his family previously, but he supposed they were kind of working on their relationship now…which would be a long process. His brothers were still complete arses, in his mind, but they were family, he supposed. That was apparently supposed to actually mean something to him, though it didn’t.

He smirked at her reply, chuckling lightly. He wondered how many blokes thought that maybe she wouldn’t kill them after all, only to find well…that they couldn’t find anymore. He also wondered how many people had even shown her a hint of not being afraid of her simply because of what she was. He supposed if he lived his life with people fearing him all of the time, he would start to find enjoyment in showing them what fear really meant. “Well, if I had a night with you, running would be the furthest from my mind,” he shrugged, winking at her, figuring she was…old…enough to catch his meaning.

Ella couldn’t recall the last time that she had conversed so casually about anything have to do with being a vampire. In fact, it was quite possible that this had absolutely never happened before. Either a human was far too oblivious to even realize what she was until conversation was irrelevant, or they somehow found out, rarely, and got away with their lives or died as well with little conversation. But this was absolutely unheard of. Not being frightened of her was one thing—albeit one, entirely uncommon thing, but he should be long gone by now. Surely, he had a higher regard for his life than this. Ella had found that humans lacked even basic instincts anymore, ignoring the hairs on the back of their neck standing up or any little cue that should tell them they were in danger. But when they did realize it, they normally were quite determined to live. Their determination wouldn’t help them, but it was there, nonetheless. But this man was a complete anomaly. She almost wanted to know more about him, which was irritating, but instead she would simply continue this conversation and see if he could continue to hold her interest. More than likely, he wouldn’t, but it was worth the attempt… her attention was piqued.

Ella raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of her drink as she pondered over his statement. It sounded as though he would be willing to risk his own life to have a night with her, which was almost flattering, really. He must be pretty confident of his skills to make that kind of offer; clearly, he was thinking that she would be so distracted by his talents, that her blood lust would miraculously fall to the wayside. Part of her wanted to agree just to prove him wrong, which would be an entertaining use of her time followed by an absolutely delectable meal. “What would be on your mind, then?” Ella challenged, curious to see if he could give her an answer that was even slightly intriguing. Surely, it would only be a matter of moments until she was bored, but normally a human couldn’t even hold her interest for this long.

Vampires, he was finding, were interesting conversationalist. He wanted to ask her what it was like, and what she was like before. He wondered if she was just as boring as human bints were and that somehow, her personality changed for the better after getting bitten, or whatever it was that turned a person into a vampire. For the first time in a long time, he found that he would have to get a bloody book or something just to look this information up, before changing his mind and deciding that that was a horrible idea and he really didn’t, or shouldn’t, care that much. She was a bint like everyone else…except that she wasn’t really. A part of him wondered what this room would do if they found out that a vampire was amongst their numbers, realizing that they probably wouldn’t care for that all that much.

Levi grinned at her question, leaning closer to whisper into her ear. “I would distract you from your thirst of blood,” he answered cockily, knowing that she would probably not believe that for a second. It was definitely the truth though, for him. That was his plan, if only she would allow it and he was certain she wouldn’t regret it for a moment. He was confident he could distract her with something else much more…entertaining…at least, it would be entertaining for the both of them. And if it was at the cost of his life, well then damn.

Her interest was piqued with this human, oddly enough. The fact that he even stated that he wouldn’t be running away if he had a night with her was just… intriguing. It seemed as though his mind was contemplating a different kind of fun, a type that she didn’t hold much stock in. Human males only thought about sex—it was what made them predictably easy to kill. Getting them alone was about as easy as it could possibly get, with only a rare few of them even sensing that anything was amiss. Those that perhaps did have a lick of natural instincts tended to ignore them, making Ella wonder how anyone of them were still alive. They were supposed to have senses, something in the back of their mind telling them that something was wrong—an odd feeling, the hairs on the back of their neck standing up… something. That nagging little voice seemed to be getting quieter and quieter as years went by, making it far easier for them to find their prey. Too easy, clearly, but there was nothing that was difficult for them anymore. But this one knew what she was and it seemed as though he’d still risk getting her alone… even if she would give his way a shot, if only for her own amusement, didn’t he realize how it would end anyhow? He could attempt to give her pleasure, but she would still kill him all the same. The cockiness of humans would get them all killed, she mused, but she would like to see just how this played out.

Ella didn’t move as he leaned closer to her, though her eyes focused in on his throat as he whispered in her ear. She could already tell how sweet he was going to be, and it was as if his blood was calling to her to give this a shot if only to be able to taste him. And then dispose of him accordingly, as always. She raised an eyebrow at his words, finding his confidence to be utterly fascinating. It wasn’t exactly a rare occasion for someone’s cockiness getting them killed, though knowingly getting into bed with a vampire was probably a riskier way of having confidence in ones’ abilities. “I assure you that’s not an easy task.” She stated, casually, before letting a hand trail up his chest as she leaned into his ear in turn. “Especially when I’m already quite convinced that you’ll be delectably sweet.” If he was impossible to scare off, then this might be a situation worth involving herself in.