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Contrary to popular opinion, vampires (from Vachon's world, at least) are capable of blushing if they've enough blood in their systems. So it is just possible that there's a hint of color to Vachon's cheeks at the compliment.

"Well, I've shown you mine. You'll have to show me yours sometime. Which actually brings up a question, if you don't mind the prying. The whole 'full moon' thing -- is that just myth or what?"

There's a smirk from her at the slight blush. Oh how she loves to cause men to do that.

"Well, I will. But right now, can't. If I rose that I'd have to shift and in the bar, that would be bad."

She tilts her head with a nod. "Yep. All weres from my world have to shift on the full moon. If we don't do it consiously, our bodies will force the change. As far as other weres from other worlds, I am not sure. Though we can change freely back and forth at will between moons. Though the minus on the freely part is we have a certain amount of time we have to stay in wolf form after the shift."

And oh how he loves women who can cause him to do it.

Vachon favors her with another of those boyish smiles. "Another time, then. I'll just have to hold you to that."

He listens to her description, fascination obvious in his eyes. This is something completely new to him, and as such, completely captures his attention.

"And are you still conscious of yourself as a wolf? Do you still have what might be called 'human' thoughts? Or is the wolf completely a creature of instinct, like a mundane wolf might be?"

She smiles warmly at him. "You do that."

She takes a sip of her coke. She's enjoying the attention, and it might be obvious.

"I'm still conscious while a wolf. It's more of a I have slight control over the instincts of the wolf, but there is another set of thoughts that try and take over while I'm a wolf. The longer you deal with being a werewolf, the easier it is to learn to merge the thought processes together so that I know I won't eat my friends if they stumble into the woods in human form or on the off chance that I have a fully human friend."

There's a slight stirring of energy about her. It feels almost restless, if he's aware of such things. The beast inside her usually stirs when she's talking about it.

He's probably not aware of it on a conscious level. But somewhere beneath the surface, there's a definite sensation of beast calling to beast: a trace feeling of racial memory, perhaps, that might be summed up as a fight-flight-or-fuck instinct.

It's not entirely unlike the feeling he himself inspires as he imposes his will on another's mind, hypnotic and seductive. A younger vampire would likely be completely under her power at this point, unable to overcome the pull of the beast within them. An older one, especially a significantly older one like Knight or LaCroix, would be little more than amused by the sensation.

Vachon, on the other hand, is not entirely unaffected, but has enough control to merely be pleased and aroused by the feeling without compromising his thoughts.

"That... must truly be something. It sounds, oh, liberating, I guess is a good word. Does make me wish that the myth about vampires changing into wolves and bats was true in my world."

She smiles at him. What her power is doing to him, is a very unconscious reaction. She promises. Vampires don't act like that in her world to her power. Though that doesn't mean that she wouldn't use it against someone she didn't like that way.

"It's nice. To be able to run through the forest and enjoy it as it is ment to be enojoyed." She grins at him. "If it makes you feel any better, the vampires in my world can't change shape either. Though some of the more powerful ones have control over certain animals."

~~The mun won't mention Atwater-Rhodes's vampires, which can change shape into wolves and bats and things.~~

Oh, he's not complaining. Not by a long shot.

"The closest I can come is flying," he says off-handedly. "I don't change form for that, but it is pretty freeing, I'll admit."

~~The other mun will be getting a WoD-style vamp soon which also has the ability, so Vachon can live vicariously.~~

She nods, smiling.

"I can honestly say, I've never seen a vampire fly." She tilts her head a moment. "Of their own ccord." She's seen a couple that flew because they were thrown though.

~~WoD?~~

[ooc: I'm gonna have to head out in a few. Slowtime or fade?]

He laughs at that, getting the gist of her meaning.

"Well, I'll just have to show you sometime. Maybe I can take you for a moonlit cruise over the lake one evening. Just not a full-moonlit one."

~~World of Darkness -- specifically from Kindred: the Embraced -- similar in canon to Serena, but not quite the same.~~

[ooc: Slowtime works for me. Vachon's having waaaay too much fun.]

She grins at him.

"Well. Not unless it's after I've hunted, eaten, and shifted back. I don't have to stay in wolf form all night. And that does sound ever fun."

She tilts her head. "So, is it fun drinking blood from a glass?"

~~The mun isn't jotting down that name to look into later. Why would she. She has much other cannon that she's looking into already.~~

[ooc: Great! Night]

A bit of the gold flashes across his eyes at that idea, and he happily returns her grin.

"I guarantee you won't be disappointed," he says with a touch of a predatory undertone.

He finishes off the second glass, considering her question. "On the whole, no. It gets me by, keeps the beast at bay. But most of what Bar serves is just-past-its-prime donated stuff, so the emotional content is pretty bland. It's hard to generate any sort of appetizing feelings in the Bloodmobile chair."

There's a smirk, and it's got that dark edge to it. "Well. Please make sure I'm not."

She sips from her glass, finishing it easily. "So it's about as fun as it is for me to eat a steak, compared to me going into the forest and hunting something down."

She tilts her head. "Just plan no fun. Too bad there aren't like free range people that you coul munch on in the woods."
At least the animals of the woods are free game for her.

He thinks for a moment. "Yeah, that sounds about right. All of the content, but none of the substance. Like drinking expired grape juice and calling it wine. Unfortunately, I get the feeling that most of the patrons of the bar might not take well to the idea of a little human farm off in the forest. And given that there are at least three Slayers here, I try to play nice."

Beat.

"Most of the time."

She grins at him. "As long as you keep off the radar."

She gives him a small pout. "A little human farm off it the forest would be fun though." She doesn't usually eat humans, too stringy, though she's not above it if she's hungry and they're the only thing to eat.

Can you tell that she loves her dark side more than her nice side?

She tilts her head to the side. Probably gives a nice view of her stretched neck and the nice vein there. "So, can your body process regular food?"

The vampires in her world can't eat drink anything but blood. Their bodies won't process it, though she's never seen what would happen if they tried.

There's a throaty chuckle and another flash of fang. "Si, that's the idea."

It isn't really the Slayers that he's worried about running afoul of, necessarily. It's the 800-year-old elder with the overdeveloped sense of conscience who's made it very clear that Vachon is so much cigarette ash if he toes off the line.

Not that it stops him. He's just extra careful to look around first.

The neck view is definitely appreciated, as evidenced by the brief eyebrow raise and the pursing of lips. He's not hungry, thanks to the blood he's already had, but it's a bit like drooling over the dessert cart even though you're stuffed from your meal.

Speaking of which.... The analogy draws his attention back to her question. "As a rule, no, it can't. The body tends to... reject it. Quite forcefully. But in small amounts, it's usually not too bad. Mixing in some wine with the blood, for instance, or a little bit of very rare steak. I've heard of some who have managed to work up something of a tolerance, but I've only met one, and he was a special case."

He says the word 'special' with an undisgused 'rides-the-short-bus' sort of connotation.

As long as you don't get caught for something you do, what's the harm really?

She taps a finger on her chin lightly, thinking. Whether she notices the effect he's having from her exposed neck, is hard to say. There might be some dark humor in her eyes at it. She does love finding what makes people tick and then toying with it. It's part of why she's going to end up dead in her cannon. Though she doesn't actuall know that yet.

"That's too bad. What about substance effects? Like say you feed off someone that was really drunk, would you feel the effects through the blood you take?" She's definitly a curious little thing.

~~Please indulge the mun as he dips ever-so-slightly into fanon.~~

"Now that we get to an extent, yes. It wouldn't do you much good if you were trying to get plastered or stoned, but we definitely can feel it in a muted sort of way."

~~And now back to your regularly scheduled canon, kthxbye.~~

Vachon leans forward, putting his forearms onto his knees, as if sharing a secret. "But it's hardly necessary. We get so much from the blood anyway that it's a rush all by itself. Everything a person is, everything they know, everything they feel, is in every drop of their blood. It's more than just emotion. It's memory, as well. I could drink the blood of a piano player -- just a swallow -- and I could play like him. The effects don't last, of course. A couple of hours, tops. But the pull for new experiences can be very strong. There are even vampires who deal in exotic blood, trading them like fine wines."

She's leaning forward ever so slightly, intent on his words. She tilts her head ever so slightly, like she's listening to something that no one else can hear, when he's done. She's actually going over her knowledge of the vampires of her world.

"I don't think that the vampires in my world get that much from the blood."

She shifts her eyes back to him, and they now have a gold tint to them.

"Sounds intoxicating. How ever do you manage on the blood the bar serves you?"

His voice pitches deeper, thick with passions remembered and hoped for.

"It's bread and water to a starving man. It sustains me, keeps me alive and sane. Nothing more than that."

She makes a hmmm sound, it's just this side of a purr.

"And there's no way for possibly a willing victim, or do you have to kill who you feed off of?"

"It's possible not to kill, but it's very difficult. Takes enormous control. Fledglings usually can't manage it at all. If I was sufficiently full otherwise, I might be able to manage to stop myself after a few mouthfuls, but it's not a certain thing."

She nods slowly.

"Mores the pity. I was thinking that you should find someone to feed off of on a slightly regular bases, but if you can't feed without killing."

She gives a soft shrug.

"Then it doesn't really work, does it."

He shakes his head sadly. "No, it really doesn't. Mortals as a rule have neither the will to resist the pleasure of the bite nor the strength to fend off a vampire even if they could. And when the beast takes hold, it sure doesn't plan to stop. Another couple hundred years and I might have the necessary control, but right now? Too risky to chance."

She makes a hmm sound again as she tilts her head and taps the side of her neck. This is actually done uncounsciously. She's just thinking.

"I wasn't thinking mortal though."
Her voice is slightly distant, as her mind is in a memory, only there enough to talk.

"I was thinking some one whose blood would pack more of a punch." She glances breifly at him to see if he's caught her drift.

Oh, he's caught it like the game-winning pass of the Super Bowl.

He leans forward slightly more, blinking those dark brown eyes in the most innocent way possible.

"And do you have any ideas where I might find someone like that?"