"What sort of interesting place did you find this time?"
The tall man strode after his silver-haired companion, his tone only indicating a mild interest. Most of the remnants of the human world were dull in their deterioration and decay, but Ferid always managed to detect some of the slightly intriguing places. The seventh progenitor had a knack for the bizarre and interesting, and if nothing else, Crowley could at least stave off some boredom by remaining a part of Ferid's faction.
"Do you doubt me, dear Crowley?" the older vampire cooed, turning his gaze over his shoulder to cast his compatriot a quick smirk. He suddenly veered off to the side, and he whirled around to face the dark-haired noble.
The seventeenth progenitor stopped at the base of a pile of rubble, and he allowed himself a moment to take in their surroundings. His blood-red eyes flickered over the battered booths, tattered toys, and some mangled machinery. He shifted his attention back to Ferid, who was blocking the remnants of a sign. "Where are we?" he asked at last, with one eyebrow raised.
"No idea!" Ferid chirped, and he stepped out of the way of the sign. Although most of the color was faded, a couple of words were still legible. "... Enchanted Isle, apparently!" He gestured at the sign with a dramatic flourish, and then shifted his position to lean back against the sign with his hands on his hips. "Looks like a fun little festival for human kiddies, eh?"
Crowley hopped onto the mound of debris, allowing himself a fuller view of the park. "Humans are foolish, huh? I doubt this place was even safe before the world was wrecked. Little kids would run around eating junk food, shoving each other in lines..."
"Oh, can you imagine their faces?" Ferid exclaimed suddenly, with a small shudders. "Seeing a kid so full of hope and delight upon receiving a sweet treat, only to bump into someone and drop it on the ground." He began to run his hands through his long ponytail as he allowed these thrilling thoughts to consume him for a moment. "Oh! But I bet love-struck adolescents would come together to have fun times and make memories. How quaint." He began to waltz around the park, fantasizing as he observed all of the hidden little details. Broken photo booths, distorted roller coaster tracks, and... one ride that seemed to be intact. "How many humans went for a ride in this ol' thing, trying to touch the sky?" He rested a hand upon one of the cabins of the ferris wheel.
"Does it matter?" Crowley asked with a small chuckle, coming up to stand beside him. He would never quite understand Ferid's fascination with young human children, or any relics of their world. Although, he would admit that this run-down carnival probably would have been a spectacle to behold in its heyday, with shining colors and screaming voices all throughout. It certainly would've been a sight to enjoy with his bizarre companion here.
"Of course not," Ferid replied casually, waving his hand dismissively. "Too bad the thing's probably broken." He kicked the cabin lightly with his boot, and it swayed a little. "It'd be interesting to see the view from the top! Oh, wait." He leaped on top of it, steadying himself as it continued to rock. "Let's hit the top box! Nobody's looking for us right now," he added with a sly grin, his fangs protruding over his bottom lip.
With a shrug, Crowley joined him, and the two split up to hop up along the cabins to the top of the ferris wheel. Upon reaching their destination, they each opened the rusty old door to allow themselves inside. Finally they sat facing each other, and Crowley gave a soft laugh. What a strange day this had turned out to be. Ferid knew where to find most unusual trinkets and most outlandish places; that weird aura about him had to be the reason for it.
Ferid was looking out the window, taking in the sights of the ruined city below. "How many couples do you think came up here to share a moment, only to end up heartbroken?" He laughed for a second, but then he turned away from the window to face Crowley. How many of them ended up getting their romantic moment, though? He didn't particularly care for cheerful children; he took far more delight in their misery. Right now, though, no lovesick kiddies were making memories at this broken-down park. He and Crowley were the only ones here.
"What's with that look on your face?" Now Crowley was the one giving the teasing smile, with eyes that were half-amused, half-confused.
"Nothing much," Ferid insisted, shrugging nonchalantly. "It's just that talking about these silly old humans has made me awfully... thirsty~"