Staring at each other, both Jessie and the Vampire didn't know what to say after. It is not like they made manuals for conversation- namely when the said conversation was your mortal enemy by design.
The vampire hesitantly drew his hands away from his face, and she noticed how uniform it was. Narrow chin, with a sharply-cut jaw and a straight nose. She realized, with incredulousness, that he was wearing dark burgundy lipstick. It pointed the corners of his mouth, and matched the contoured nature of his facade.
Red, dark red blood, leaked out of one of his nostrils, but other than that- he looked flawless. Like he was carved directly from marble.
A beauty mark dappled the upper right corner of his lips, crinkling upward when he questioned her again, in the same wounded tone as before.
"Почему ты не говоришь?" She could only stare, having no idea what he was saying, and to be honest, caught off-guard at his demeanor.
Where was the blood-drinking hellspwan she heard so much about from her grandparents? The creatures with eyes of no mercy and fangs that could rip out your throat?
This vampire looked more like a dog that had just been reprimanded; a cat drenched in water.
"What…?" She dared to respond, still playing a scene over and over in her head where he jumped at her like a wild animal and tore her apart.
The night was still young. Or was it day? She couldn't tell, as all the thick velvet curtains were drawn, luxurious and following the length of the stone wall- plunging the room into a state of dim firelight.
Perhaps it was day, and that was why the curtains were closed. A plan started to form in her head instantaneously, involving sunlight and a pile of ashes.
She would slot that option in her head for a later date, when she could move on her own without falling.
Her scheming was interrupted by the vampire letting out a sound of confusion, and tilting his head at her. He stared at her as though she had grown a second head- like she was the one out of place here.
He blended right in with the museum decor, with his silken lavender dress shirt- ruffled down the front like they used to wear in period dramas she watched.
His pants were made of the same fabric, and looked to be tailored.
For god's sake, he looked right out of a time capsule. As if meeting a vampire wasn't strange enough as it is.
"Что?" He asked again, black pools glinting with an emotion she couldn't place. She hoped it was recognition, or English comprehension skills- because she sure as hell couldn't understand Russian.
"Do..you..speak..english..?" Jessie asked slowly, still holding the wish that he might pull through, and have happened to interact with any English media- or even Spanish, but that she severely doubted.
If he didn't know English, there was a guarantee he wouldn't speak Spanish.
"English..?" He struggled with the pronunciation, syllables sounding thick and foreign on his tongue.
Then, the moment she was praying for happened, against all odds.
His face lit up with recognition, and he gasped.
"You-speak-english!"