Since she was young, Anya Kingsley always knew she was different. It wasn't though until she fed on her first human how different...
She currently lives with her cousin Spencer Kingsley in New York City.
She currently lives with her cousin Spencer Kingsley in New York City.
“You didn’t have to call me anything. Too many ears in this club and this one has way too many enemies to last a lifetime.” Sage nodded his head. “Plus you never know when a simple hunter is listening in trying to find a good kill.” He said with a good laugh.
“Ahh I crack myself up at times.”
Anya laughed a little too, mainly trying to hide her real facial expression. She was worried that not only was she a dhampir, that she was sort of a hunter too. She wouldn’t hurt Sage though, as he wasn’t killing anyone. Well, not right now to say the very least.
Also, apart of her laughed because she wanted to. She hadn’t really laughed since…
“I’ll keep that in mind next time when I meet a vampy.”
Sage didn’t like being called boy, didn’t mind the vamp part. He has been called worse before in his long life. But then again how did this mystery girl know exactly what he was. She was no vampire or werewolf, he sensed that straight off the bat.
So he followed the girl.
“Vamp boy? Sorry my lady I am no boy, haven’t been one for quiet some time. Now how about you tell me your name. I’ll tell you mine.”
He smirked. “Sage Alexander.” His British accent coming out completely.
Anya knew that any other girl would melt at the sound of his British accent. But Anya wasn’t a normal girl.
Smiling slightly, she replied in a causal tone as she got herself a new drink. “Anya. Anya Kingsley. And the only reason I called you boy is because “vamp man” or “vamp guy” didn’t sound any better.”
Waiting all day for a “date para” you
planned with your rp partner’s writer.
when your RP group starts to feel like a RP family
OOC:
Meye, Tori, Chris, Amy, Jamie and Stacey!
Falling in love with one of your RP partners when they live across the country.
Sage leaned closer to the girl so he could whisper in her ear and not have the noise of the club block out his voice.“Always expect the unexpected.” He smirked.
“Oh and don’t judge a book by its cover.”
When the mystery man leaned closer to Anya, she then smelt his scent. Vampire. Unlike a couple of months ago, she would of panicked. But after dating and also being friends with a vampire, she learned to keep calm around them.
Also, he didn’t show any kind of threat that she noticed.
So, Anya leaned back to the vampire mystery man and whispered, “Don’t worry, I won’t,” and with a smirk, Anya ended the sentence with “vamp boy.”
She then causally walked back to her place at the bar, smirk still on her lips.
