..::Beast and the Harlot::.. -- Club Alien

Her sassy little smirk turned towards a wicked grin as the stranger admitted to still trying to understand the monster he'd become. Vampire, then. Somehow she knew he had always been a Predator, that being bitten hadn't changed that much about him. "A youngster then?" That bone deep predatory feel about him had the air on her arms rising, anticipation coursing just under the skin. Primal, most would call it. Instinct. She had no use for labels, it was something she'd been born with and had never questioned. Still, there was something new and even refreshing about this male. She couldn't recall the last time her blood had been full of the hunt without provocation.

The intensity of his gaze didn't go unnoticed. It caused her blood to hum faster, caused a hairs breadth of gold to shimmer along the rim of her violet gaze. She knew she'd had too much to drink tonight, knew she shouldn't have allowed the poison to affect her body, loosen her control over herself. Something as simple as this shouldn't have her inner beast so excited. It was hardly even enough to call flirting, the handful of words the two had shared.

Instead, she turned her attention to that feel that was still tickling at her senses. Vampire, yet... There was something odd, different about him. She'd known many vampires in her life, and a few of mixed blood. Yet he felt different, strangely familiar. Maybe she would place the odd feeling by the time they parted ways... Or maybe it would be a good excuse to see this one again.

She reached her slim hard out, gripping his larger hand as he offered her a name. Her nails brushed lightly against the pulse point on his wrist, confirming her suspicions that he was in fact Vampire. Though the cool flesh was a good indication as well. "A pleasure, Erich Malcovosk" She rolled over the harsh Russian vowels without batting an eye "Sabrina Snow... Though its changed a few times over the years" She smirked, leaving his to wonder just how many years that might have been. She wasn't secretive about her age, but she didn't go around telling every creature she met either. Maybe simply wouldn't believe her.

Sabrina Snow

Demi-Godess

Daughter of Anubis

This shining city built of gold
A far cry from innocence
There's more than meets the eye here
Look to the waters of the deep

A city of evil

There sat a seven-headed beast
Ten horns raised from his head
Symbolic woman sits on his throne
But hatred strips her and leaves her naked