Eliana didn't miss a beat. "Of course, you have," she said when he told her he'd heard her name before. Eli dropped her hand when he didn't make a move to kiss it. Her grin was ever in place, though.
"I'd only find you more appealing if you attacked me for stepping on your pretty flower." Yes, she liked him. He was confident. She wanted to keep him. "So not a standard vampire. What's abnormal about you? Give me the details, the nitty-gritty stuff, and I'll give you something. Food, or some shit. I really don't know what vampires like having.
"You know what, I like you. You have the major cojones, and you're fuckin' cutely menacing to boot. I want to keep you. Box you up with a little bow and just hide you in my closet."
She reached forward to caress his cheek. She imagined his skin would be all soft and cold. She would have pinched his cheek, but she thought he might bite her for doing that.
She was a bit overconfident. It wasn't like he had heard good things about her. Though, by the look she was giving her, it didn't seem like it mattered all that much. He felt a bit of his personal space coming back to him as her hand dropped out of his face. Had she really expected him to kiss it? He wasn't some suck up, even if she looked and acted older than him.
He wasn't sure how his utter violence would make him even more interesting to this girl, but then again she wasn't normal. "I wouldn't want to give you that pleasure." He flashed a bright smirk to her, but then he stopped after a few seconds, as maybe even that was too much for her. "Is there a reason I should tell you?" Yes, it was fun to see people get confused and shake their head when he tried to explain it. That's why he had stopped. Monochrome glared up at her, his eyes rather wide by the end, as he needed to blink. Moving his gaze to the damaged flower, he coughed rather loud. "I need plants, or herbs, pretty much anything that grows out of the ground and that you could use for tea, to survive." He sniffed his nose side to side as he looked up at her to continue. "I was tortured and mutated you could say, so that rather than blood, I crave-" He stopped to point down at the flower. "That." He hoped that he had made his situation as clear as he could for her, without having to relive the events.
He couldn't help but blush at her words. He didn't get very many compliments, even though hers felt half-hearted. "Sadly, I have a store to mend to." He added on after his redness started to disappear. "And I think I would suffocate." Though picturing him in a bowed box was amusing. "Plus, I have no reason to be in the closet." He wondered if the girl would get his little play on words. As she put her hand close to his face, she snarled a bit, reaching up and slapping it away after a few seconds.
He wasn't sure how his utter violence would make him even more interesting to this girl, but then again she wasn't normal. "I wouldn't want to give you that pleasure." He flashed a bright smirk to her, but then he stopped after a few seconds, as maybe even that was too much for her. "Is there a reason I should tell you?" Yes, it was fun to see people get confused and shake their head when he tried to explain it. That's why he had stopped. Monochrome glared up at her, his eyes rather wide by the end, as he needed to blink. Moving his gaze to the damaged flower, he coughed rather loud. "I need plants, or herbs, pretty much anything that grows out of the ground and that you could use for tea, to survive." He sniffed his nose side to side as he looked up at her to continue. "I was tortured and mutated you could say, so that rather than blood, I crave-" He stopped to point down at the flower. "That." He hoped that he had made his situation as clear as he could for her, without having to relive the events.
He couldn't help but blush at her words. He didn't get very many compliments, even though hers felt half-hearted. "Sadly, I have a store to mend to." He added on after his redness started to disappear. "And I think I would suffocate." Though picturing him in a bowed box was amusing. "Plus, I have no reason to be in the closet." He wondered if the girl would get his little play on words. As she put her hand close to his face, she snarled a bit, reaching up and slapping it away after a few seconds.
"A tea drinking vampire," Eliana said with a nod. She dropped her hand from his cheek. "You don't see that every day, year, or an even immortal lifetime. I like it. I don't drink a lot of tea, more of the strong liquor type."
Eliana's "compliment" was more like a statement of fact. She meant every word. She wanted this cute, little tea-drinking vampire. She just wanted to bring him home and give him things. Show him off to Klaus and Mal, dress him up, what the fuck ever came to mind. The idea that he might bite someone's head off or something else violent only made him more endearing. Maybe that was a demon thing.
"Oh-ho-ho, you're funny, too," Eliana laughed at his joke. "Fair enough, I'll keep you on the shelf for everyone to see what I caught." She'd stand, so she was next to him, throw her arm around his shoulders and half-hug him. "Don't fight this," she said in a conspiratorial whisper, "just give in. You'll be happy. I'll be happy. We'll all be happy."
"Yeah." He says plainly to her statement. It was rare, he knew that for certain. It wasn't as if vampires in general were normal. By her earlier statement of bars, it was no surprise to hear that she liked liquor. "Well it's like water for me, I have to, no matter if I like it or not." He scoffed to himself, as it had gotten tiring, but at least he was imaginative. He had always found a way to make his rather bland life and all it brought fun. Mixing different herbs, finding new breeds and types, having hot and col teas. Cool mugs, challenges on how he drank it, anything and everything.
A shelf wasn't any better, as it was as if she was going to stuff him and make him permanently smile to every person and thing that entered her house. That was not how he would go. As he felt a foreign thing around his shoulders, a shiver covered his body. She was too close. "There is no need for me to give in to anything girl." He said sharply to her, wanting her to get off as soon as she could. "I never said I liked you, you're just an alcoholic slut." Of course, he had no way of knowing if she was either, but he wasn't going to falter because of her.
A shelf wasn't any better, as it was as if she was going to stuff him and make him permanently smile to every person and thing that entered her house. That was not how he would go. As he felt a foreign thing around his shoulders, a shiver covered his body. She was too close. "There is no need for me to give in to anything girl." He said sharply to her, wanting her to get off as soon as she could. "I never said I liked you, you're just an alcoholic slut." Of course, he had no way of knowing if she was either, but he wasn't going to falter because of her.
Eliana's grip on him tightened at his insult. Her smile was poisonous but no less sweet than before. "OH man. Where to start with that? Firstly, alcoholic implies I have an addiction, which I don't because I'm unaffected by drugs and alcohol." Again, her hold would tighten, assuming he didn't start struggling. "And yeah, I love sex, but slut is a word of sexual oppression used by humans and their culture, I'm from Hell, I'm demon royalty, literally, we're sexually adventurous and very open about it."
Her smile was sharper than before. "Man, I do like you. I was mostly kidding, but I will be showering you with shit and attention. You said you worked at a store? That to suggest you're the owner?"
Bad choice. He should have known that her positioning around her didn't imply that she was to be messed with. He was even closer to her now. He hated the feeling of helplessness that she was giving him. Though in a way, he was happy that he had pushed his luck, as he had found out that she was a demon. That explained a lot. He couldn't deny it though, but hearing her talking about the things he had questioned her of being, it intrigued him.
As he felt a little light headed from the grip around his neck, he coughed rather loudly, blinking a few afterwards. "Why would you like a little child like me, who insults you and thinks of you so poorly?" He questioned her logic as he reached his head to the side and bit down on her arm, hard. Monochrome wished everyday that he had been turned into a vampire a bit later in his life, because his body was so, useless.
"Don't spoil me, I don't want anything from those hands." He glared at his own hands, before he looked at hers. Pondering the thought of if he should tell her the truth, he hunched over before he spoke. "I am, a tea shop." He plainly answered her question, as she had not been specific.
As he felt a little light headed from the grip around his neck, he coughed rather loudly, blinking a few afterwards. "Why would you like a little child like me, who insults you and thinks of you so poorly?" He questioned her logic as he reached his head to the side and bit down on her arm, hard. Monochrome wished everyday that he had been turned into a vampire a bit later in his life, because his body was so, useless.
"Don't spoil me, I don't want anything from those hands." He glared at his own hands, before he looked at hers. Pondering the thought of if he should tell her the truth, he hunched over before he spoke. "I am, a tea shop." He plainly answered her question, as she had not been specific.
Eliana yelped when he bit her. She was quick to release him then and return his bubble of space. She stood and walked a small distance from him, inspecting her arm. She was still grinning. She liked pain, also, dying was way worse than being bitten, and she was totally cool with that. "I don't give a fuck how you think of me," she said, still looking at her arm. "I like you. Therefore, I reward you. Simple concept. Also, your insults are hilarious."
She looked up from her arm and met his eyes. "So you don't want to be spoiled? Or you don't want to be spoiled by me specifically? The latter is just rude. I'm being very polite to you, and my hands are the cleanest hands you'll ever see. Well, literally, not so much metaphorically.
"I've got to wonder, have you ever met a demon? Better yet, a royal one? From one of the seven princes of Hell? Because we fuckin' rock. Demon parties and gifts are best parties and gifts."
Even though his bite had been hard, she didn't seemed too fazed. He sighed in relief as he had his personal space back. It was as if he had chewed to the bone, as she was inspecting and moving around her arm. Her words were harsh, that she didn't care at all about his opinions. It wasn't like it hurt him, at this point he didn't care so much when people didn't like him or what he had to say.
As he bit his lip, he wondered if it was because it was her. "Maybe. I was spoiled by someone else, a long time ago, but after a while all you care about is what you are getting and not the person anymore." He grunted, keeping their eyes interlocked. He didn't care at all for this demon, but she had some sort of spark in her that was reason enough to let her talk. "It's not like I know what type of gifts you have planned for me. As well as if you expect anything in return?" He didn't adore the idea of one sided bargains.
Thinking back, he had met, briefly, a demon looking man, though their conversation had been sort and a little too focused on him. "Yeah. We have the same dad, ish." He added, as they had both a similar well, greed.
As he bit his lip, he wondered if it was because it was her. "Maybe. I was spoiled by someone else, a long time ago, but after a while all you care about is what you are getting and not the person anymore." He grunted, keeping their eyes interlocked. He didn't care at all for this demon, but she had some sort of spark in her that was reason enough to let her talk. "It's not like I know what type of gifts you have planned for me. As well as if you expect anything in return?" He didn't adore the idea of one sided bargains.
Thinking back, he had met, briefly, a demon looking man, though their conversation had been sort and a little too focused on him. "Yeah. We have the same dad, ish." He added, as they had both a similar well, greed.