Tarren watched as the pretty blond woman left the bar. She was alright, a bit tall for him, though she was only five footish, he really enjoyed a more compact version of a female. But this was business, not so much pleasure. She went to her car, fiddled for her keys and slipped into the drivers seat. Of course her full figure was important, and the fact that she was "innocent", such a meal would be very helpful at the moment, as he and his brother had found themselves on just about every news cast available to mankind, for murder. He pondered where they had been seen, it was hard, it could have been anywhere. Though all the police had currently was an artists sketch, they did not know that there were two of them, nor that they were vampires destroying the would be creatures their feeding usually created. Neither he or Tray desired to have more vampires walking about, they were unique, and hunted others. The day was a friend to them, but not the ones they hunted.
Tarren set his pace, she drove slowly to leave the parking lot. She looked left, then right, then pulled out, it was a thump she heard instead of tires on the pavement. Ryann stopped her car, panting heavily in fear as she looked all around for what could have caused the thump. She couldn't see anything, until a hand set up on her hood from the front. She screeched, gasping, realizing that she had hit someone.
Her action was swift as she got out to go to the man that was now leaning on her car, holding his head. He didn't look like a scrub, not in any way. He wore a Victorian suit jacket and slacks, he had long shoulder length raven colored hair and an extremely comely face. If anything she wanted to make sure he was ok, and maybe get to know him better.
When she went to his side he looked at her dizzily and offered a half grin. "Interesting way to meet a person that you have there."
Tarren ran his hand over his brow, he had to actually crack his head against her bumper as she wasn't going fast enough to cause even a bruise on him, he was an excellent actor, and Rayann fell for it hook line and sinker.
She placed a soft hand on his arm, a concerned look on her rather pretty features. Tarren looked her in the eyes, hers were nearly purple, he hadn't noticed that before.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you, are you alright?" She was of course staring him in the eyes, he had such deep pools of ebony that she was sure she could see herself reflected in them.
The hypnotic gaze was more then she could resist. Rayann tilted her head and put on her best customer service smile, bartending as she has for so long had made her able to talk to just about anyone. This was her Friday, so timing couldn't be better for her to make nice with the handsome Gothic male fate hit with her car.
"So, how about you come back to my place, and I can take care of that cut properly?"
Tarren acted a little shy and rubbed the back of his head with one hand as he looked to the ground, calling forth a wonderful blush for her.
"Oh I don't know that you need to put yourself out so much. I am really alright, no worries, it was much my fault as anyone's, not looking where I was going and all.." he looked back the way he came, watching Tray slip from shadow to shadow, hunger making him quite impatient for Tarren's little games.