'I'm a slayer'

Juliane recoiled at the sound of those words, but only slightly - she wouldn't want to make herself known. A slayer? Of course he was. He wasn't sent here for nothing - he had clearly done something in order to get to where he was today. Perhaps he had killed several of her kind? Or perhaps not. Either way, he was classed as a slayer. Which meant he murdered others, for a living.

Though, that didn't come as a shock to her - she considered killing mortals a sport.

"A slayer eh?" Juliane smiled, placing her hands on her hips.
Alexander nodded before Juliane continued, "A slayer of what?"

"Oh, the usual." Alexander smirked, confidence brimming through him at the realisation of her sudden anxiety. "Lycans, Vampires.. you name it, I kill it."

Juliane tossed her eyes, tilting her neck backwards briefly so that she could glance up at the night before returning her gaze. "And do you kill them purposefully, or is it just mindless slaughter?"

"Well, Lycans and Vampires are a threat to my kind - I don't particularly want to be the reason for their death, but courage comes at a price."

"I see." Juliane sighed, her fingers rubbing her chin briefly in thought. "Thats a shame, that."

"Indeed it is Miss Juliane, but it's not a problem. Their death is for a good cause."

"Is that so?" Juliane asked, glancing briefly to her side. Several eyes had begun to hovver around the two of them - piercing, yellow eyes. Similar to that of a feline.

Within an instant, the several pairs of eyes had circled the two of them - each locking their gaze on Alexander. He backed towards the wall behind him, his body brushing against that of another - who hissed rather furiosly at the action. His eyes narrowed at Juliane, who stood there rather casually, a content smile plastered across her lips.

"It was a trap?" Alexander yelped, his mouth agape.

"Foolish mortal." said another, entering the center of the circle, his thin frame pushing past the others with ease. "You seriously thought we'd let you go?" he continued, brushing his thick, black hair out of his eyes. "A head filled with such knowledge and information of our whereabouts couldn't be left un-dealt with."

Juliane smiled, coming to his side. "Alexander, dear, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine."

Alexander looked the male up and down - his fashion sense seemed alot more modern than the others. It was difficult to make out his face, as his raven black hair toppled over it, no matter how much he tended to it, and his tiny frame was fitted with rather tight clothes. Instead of opting for a shirt and trousers, like the other males seemed to be sporting, the male wore slim-fitting, washed out jeans and a tight black top. Although the others looked young, he looked younger, perhaps nineteen or so.

"Pleasure to meet you." the figure whispered, a smile spreading across his thin lips, "I'm Louis. You must be Alexander."

"Indeed I am."

Louis frowned, glancing briefly at Juliane. "Why are you so tense, Alexander?" she asked rather naively. "Louis won't bite."

All of the others that had gathered round Alexander laughed in unison, their fangs lighting up the darkness that suffocated them.

Louis smiled, holding in the urge to laugh at the oblivious Alexander before adding, "It depends on how well we get along."