RP: Lonely Moonlight Nights

[shh_sanguini]

Date: 21 February 2005 (late evening)
Characters: Sanguini and Rita Skeeter
Location: Streets of Stoatshead
Status: Private
Summary: Sanguini goes on one of his late night walks and meets someone unexpected.
Completion: Incomplete

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[shh_rita]

Although she was more cautious since her encounter with Willis Travers, Rita still went flying often, both for her own amusement and to keep he ears open for information that might benefit the auror office.

This particular night, she was out late - stretching her muscles after a day of sitting before her desk. The night air was a welcome change.

She'd been flying for half an hour when she spotted him. He stood out at first because he was the first person she'd seen on her flight, and then because there was no way he'd ever not stand out.

Perhaps his skin was luminescent, reflective, like marble, or perhaps it was just her beetle senses making him look more unearthly than he was, but she knew instinctively that he wasn't human.

And she wanted to see him in a form that would allow her to notice more than the way moonlight and street lights played on his skin.

She circled and transformed behind him.

Fucking idiot, she though, immediately, What if he wants to kill you?

Her animagus form was not particularly brilliant for making

[shh_sanguini]

Sanguini was rather lost in his own thoughts as he tended to do during his nightly walks, but his various musings were interrupted when a faint buzzing met his ears. He glanced around for whatever insect was flying near him and caught sight of a beetle. The vampire smiled at the beautiful coloring of it's carapace before returning to his thoughts. It was only when he heard someone behind him, someone who had not been there seconds before, that he turned on his heel to see just who had been quiet enough to sneak up on him

[shh_rita]

Rita couldn't help but smile. He didn't seem to want to kill her, but she was well aware that not everyone who had such an intention would be as heavy-handed and obvious about it as Travers had been.

"I must just be special," she smirked, taking in the look of him from this more sensible vantage point - the form with the human-sized brain.

He was definitely not human, or not entirely. It wasn't anything she could really pin down. His skin did seem slightly different, as did his eyes, his colouring, but none of those things on their own were overly remarkable. Combined, however, the picture was rather... startling, different, maybe even beautiful. Her mind threw out words to describe him.

"Who might you be? Someone as fond of late night wandering as I am, apparently."

[shh_sanguini]

"Indeed."

Sanguini's eyes traveled down the woman's form as he tried to remember just where he had seen her before. It had been in a newspaper...the Daily Prophet, perhaps? He felt rather foolish when a name didn't come to his lips, but his mind was focusing more on the way she was looking at him, as if she was trying to figure out just who he was. Obviously she had never met a vampire before, or she likely would have known instantly.

"I go by Sanguini, and my kind are only suited to the night, I'm afraid. May I ask your name? I feel as if I should recognize you from somewhere."

[shh_rita]

Rita had noticed his smirk before she looked away, and couldn't help but see the elongated canines the gesture revealed. She was slightly unsettled, but nonetheless intrigued. Merlin, what he could do to someone with those. He was undoubtedly dangerous, and Rita had always liked dangerous men.

"Casually travelling the world?" she smirked and cast a glance upward as they walked, chuckled. "A lot of people would kill for that opportunity. But I can see how it would get tiresome quickly when one has an eternity to do it."

Copper Towers? Interesting. Rita wondered if Irma knew she had a vampire living in her basement. It would be amusing to tell her.

"Where had you been travelling?"

[shh_sanguini]

"Well, after a few centuries, you do run out of legendary places to explore, and visiting the modern wonders of the world can only be done so many times before they become less than wondrous."

He could tell that Rita was still a bit nervous to be around him, but that was to be expected. Almost everyone was a bit unsettled the first time they met a vampire. Sanguini knew the only reason Narcissa hadn't been nervous around him was because she had had a vampiric tutor in her youth.

Sanguini shrugged gallantly in answer to her question.

"I had been in the United States rather recently, and then back to France where I was born to visit some graves."

[shh_rita]

"You were born in France?" she asked, with another quick glance up. "I spent a number of years there in the 70s, and then again during the war. I sort of ran away when my house off Diagon burned in one of the attacks." They hadn't been pleasant months - she had no idea why she was even mentioning them. "I like France. I like the French. I love French food and wine."

She was silent for a few moments as they walked, then spoke again. "If travelling grows tedious, what about people? Seeing how things have changed? Do you ever spend time with... other vampires?"

She chuckled at herself. Merlin, she was interrogating him.

[shh_sanguini]

"Yes, south of Lyons."

A mischievious smirk came to his lips when she mentioned that she loved French cuisine.

"The French are quite delicious, I will admit."

He kept his laughter to himself and focused on her next question. Sanguini didn't mind being questioned; he had opened himself to it anyways, and he had no problem with talking, even to strangers.

"I have had several companions during my existence, people who stand out from all of the rest. It is interesting watching things change, but eventually life seems to start following a pattern."

Sanguini shrugged.

"I don't spend much time around my kind, save for the times I run into them by accident. Some of them can be interesting, but most are stuck in the century they were born in, stagnant."