Originally posted by Tela
"Wow, I don't think I've ever actually eaten. Angels don't need to really. I mean we can, but it's just an inconvenience."
"I don't need to eat as often as humans do, but I do like to consume the occassional expensive dishes when I go to France," said the vampire.
~alright, ang. i couldn't tell cause you didn't say his name and deity isn't here...~
Zanther arched an eyebrow at her for a moment, then chuckled at her ingnorance. "Yes, escargo are snails and are quite tasty in a special garlic sauce. But, that is as far as I go to eating anything with insects and the like." The vampire wound his way past the low hanging branches of the trees. "The last time I ate was like...what...a few months ago...I believe..."
Still staring off into space, the vampire answered in an emotionless tone, "Yes, she was..." He enhaled deeply and then breathed out, watching his breath become fog on the night aire for a few seconds. "My mother was originally from somewhere in the United States, so she wasn't a Romanian native. She had long, silky embony hair with shocking streaks of twilight blue streaming down her shoulders and back. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean, very expressive. Human or vampire, she was fair of skin..."
"On the positive side, I'm glad it was someone I knew who avenged her while I was...somewhere else," said the vampire. Zanther had rushed that last bit of his reply, a bit of a lie of his whereabouts during that time. "The man who slain Dracula and his brides was my mentor and my mother's lover. He gave her freedom from my father and gave her the sort of love that my father could not."
"I guess it was alright to be stuck in Rome when my mentor went to Transylvannia to hunt Dracula down," replied the latter. "I'm assuming you already know who was the famous hunter that eliminated him...don't you?" To speak of his father so, may sound strange to others, but perfectly reasonable to those who knew Zanther and his background best.