The air was cold and the night was black, the only things lighting up the sky of the downtown district of Heartland City was the flickering club lights and street lamps.
Vector sat on a bar, his dark clothing hiding him in the shadows.
Bright orange hair and skin paler than his caught his eye.
A woman wearing a dress bright red as her spiky bangs split on the side, long, wavy frills on the hem walked. No more than 19 he guessed.
The longer he watched the more strange yet beautiful she looked.
Long hair that stretched down her back ending above her waist, spiky on top, (it looked pretty nice to Vector considering that near no woman would have that kind of hair) her bangs spiked on top too but her right side curling around her face. He looked closer and he could tell that she was wearing a choker with a purple gem. He looked at her back, half-way bare showing off smooth skin and- why can he see her back.
It came to his realization that the woman was walking farther away, already her form was getting smaller.
Vector rose to his feet, brushing himself off and sprinted off, jumping from building to building to get to where she was going.
He came to a stop when he notice her walk into a manor.
They guards seemed to be keeping a high alert to who was walking in, and they look tough enough to kick anyone out. It was going to be hard to keep a low profile when they could do that.
Vector jumped down the side of the place where he stood, into an alleyway. He form changed halfway (he hoped that no one could have seen the small but bright pink light that flared for the few seconds that it took).
He stood as an older version of his usual form. He didn't look much different if someone were to look from far away, but up close the differences were noticeable.
His jaw was sharper and his eyes still had mischievous glint to them, it seemed more playful than how it was. He smile didn't change, but with how much more mature he looked, it could easily take out a group of people attracted to men within a second.
His clothes were different too. Simple, but it added to the atmosphere around him. A dress shirt and tie, underneath a dark blue trench coat, a black pair of dress pants.
He wasn't sure what he was doing, going after a human girl.
Yes, she was beautiful he admits,but he could care less about looks.
Then he blinked and saw the color that easily outdone anything else she was wearing, her soft, golden eyes.
He didn't care for the woman. Just her eyes. They were alluring, and the look that she had made them look shrouded with mystery.
His smile widen when he though of her. Its just been a few minutes at best, and he's all riled up about 'her'.
Walking out of the alleyway, he saw a semi-large amount of people trying to enter. All of them seemed to get in, but were denied entrance. Not that he was worried.
He walked up to them with a graceful stride, smiling up at them when he got to the front (He only noticed how tall they really were. He grew quite a few inches, and they still towered over him).
"Hello." Vector has lived hundreds of years, and not once bothered to change his age while in his human form.
He should do this more often. His voice matched this attractiveness, not that deep, but it was enough to make near everyone behind him shudder. He would have never imagined this.
The bouncer on the left talked.
"You have an invite?" His voice was much lower than Vector, almost seemed impossible for a sound to be that low.
"Invite? Oh no, I was told I didn't need to bring one."
The one on the right stepped.
"No invite, no entrance. We didn't get any orders from anyone like you in without one."
"Oh? Please do try to remember." The smallest flash, barely noticeable less you stood in front of Vector and were looking at him. The guards looked dumbfounded for half a second, before moving to let Vector enter the manor.
"Sorry about that, sir." The left mumbled out. The right one remained quite.
"Not a problem boys. Please do keep up the good work." Minutes, wasted on these fools when I could have been talking with her.
He felt like he strolled into a ballroom instead of a manor. The entire first room was filled with guest, most of them drunk. The bars that went all along the walls were filled with rushing bartenders and drunkies trying to pick a fight with either each other or with the ones serving drinks. Symmetrical halls leading to more and more insanity.
Scanning for the girl was harder than he thought it would be. There were spilled drinks everywhere of every color, same with food, and to add up the dresses, tuxedos, and screaming didn't help at all.
Why would someone throw a party like this.
He graced around, dodging servers and people picking for a fight. Ducking under a tray or wineglass now and then, and having to push of intoxicated woman who 'could show him a good time'. As each moment passed, he was ready to blow this place to smithereens.
He was ready to give up went he got to upstairs and still couldn't find her. The stairs split into two, one side looking identical to the other. The only difference being the stains everywhere and people. There was a large door at the top of the stairs before the fork path stairs, and he assumed it was the master bedroom or office.
Someplace important.
Jiggling the handle, it was locked.
Vector did hear a voice from the other side though. He pressed his ear to the thick door, attempting to muffle out anything else.
"-ore than you can eber imajan. How abou' it, hic, doll fache?"
A man, clearly drunk. Or just couldn't speak correctly.
"For the last time, no. I will not help you, nor will I marry you."
A woman, a beautiful voice. It sounded uninterested with what ever the man was doing or saying.
"Oh come on! Who elsh, hic, will be willang to marry a wentch like, hic, yoou."
A loud smack came after that. A really loud one. He might have to get ice on that.
The doors opened quickly and loudly, yet it didn't do anything to stop the party. The same woman who Vector has been looking for stood in front of him in her full glory.
He could have sworn that she looks better now than she did before.
"May I help you."
Voice the same as it was, she stared at Vector.
His smiled widen even more.
"Hello my lady. May I get to know your name?" He didn't want to scare her, and she seemed to be the type that would like this kind of attitude-
"You were the one of the rooftops, following me."
Well so much for that.
He chuckled on how fast she saw through that when most couldn't see through his mask at all.
He saw it as useless to keep it up know.
"That's right. That was me."
"Why?"
"Well..." He offered his hand, and to his surprise, she accepted, placing her hand onto his. They were soft as they looked, maybe even more.
Clasping her fingers, he kissed her knuckles.
"Is it not natural to go after such a woman?" His smile was obvious, she felt it on her skin.
"If you're here to ask to marry me, the answer's no."
This woman wasn't fazed at all! It was almost strange, seeing her not act like the others
Vector rose back up.
"I don't plan to, trust me. I don't want to-" he pointed to the man inside the room. "-end up like him." She didn't wonder turning around, but her eyes did follow his hand as much as they could.
"You have a sense of humor. Good. I could use some entertainment after what just happened."
He blinked.
He smiled.
Bending down and bowing to her, his smile was just barely visible.
"I'm more than happy to help."