Unexpected. I'll admit.[Open]

[Winter]

Demi smiled as she leaned back in her chair. One of her friends, Marie, glanced at the blond and brown haired girl, who for once looked relaxed.
"Hey, Demi, I heard you like Max-"
"Noo! Don't tease her Marie!" Interjected one of Demi's other friends. Demi was by now bright red, she fiddled nervously with her straw and winced as the lemonade she had been drinking turned to ice. Swiftly she clasped her hand around the freezing glass and tried to act normal.

Slowly, her blush receded. and Demi's normal complexion returned. With a laugh the conversation drifted over to subjects like favorite television programs. Demi's own mind drifted away from the literally ice cold glass her hand was still clasping and onto subjects like what kind of lecture she'd get from her father when she got home. With a sigh, she blew a strand of brown hair out of her face and pulled a hand behind her head to ruffle the short and fluffy strands at the back of her head. When the pizza arrived she was the first one to grab a slice, peeling all of the toppings off so that it was plain, she bit into it.

"How'd that happen Demi?" A voice jerked Demi out of her thoughts, causing her to make a shocked squeak. Everyone around her giggled and then the slightly serious atmosphere returned. "Y'know the water-to-ice thing?"
Demi blinked for a second, trying to think of what to say. Before she could say a word Marie let out a piercing scream. A man had grabbed her bag and leaped over the edge of the eating area. Landing softly on the road below Demi watched, along with her friends, as the man ran off.

True it was only a street robber, and only Marie's bag, but she had all her savings in there, along with several over things that her parent's would be annoyed about her loosing. Winter turned and ran into the building and then down the stairs, keeping close behind the robber. After a few seconds the girl stopped and called out.

"Give that back!" The man turned to her and smirked. He had the 'think you can do anything?' look twinkling in his eyes. Demi however blinked nervously. Closing her eyes in concentration the teenager raised her hands and pointed them to the man. Focusing her energy on the water molecules around the man she froze them, before, almost immediately, changing the temperature to boiling point. The result was a small explosion around the man, which gave Demi time to grab the bag and turn to run back to her friends.

[Zethis]

Zethis placed his bonewhite hands in the pocket of his black jacket, walking in a leisurely pace down the street with his head cast down. His black bangs, which merged across his ears into slightly messy but clean black hair, threw a dark shadow over his golden eyes, hiding them from the public even though he could perfectly catch the odd stares he received in his peripheral vision. Fortunate for them, he would say; many didn't take well to his unsettling stare, and he didn't feel like dealing with the publicity that it might also draw towards him as well. Of course, other than his eyes, he hid all traits that might give him away as a more mythical being rather than a pale, attractive human, with a tired purple tinge around his eyes. He still clenched Achema's locket in his fist, his fingers intertwining with the chain in his pocket. She would come for it, although he hadn't anticipated her waiting so long to respond. He imagined that she would come for it immediately, which would lead to a more interesting encounter; of course, he meant a fight.

A shrill, piercing scream followed by a shout caused him to raise his head, still peering through his black bangs, and he saw the source. Give that back! A thug had a girl's purse clenched in his hands, and a smug smile on his face as he ran away from them. Suddenly, his acute senses picked up a sudden, unusual cool chill coming from a few yards in front of him. It hit his face like a refreshing winter breeze, blowing his black bangs from his eyes momentarily to show his sharp topaz irises to the public, slightly widened in curiosity as he picked his head up to see the source. The air around him was a tad bit cool, but this quick breeze was as if someone had placed a fan just a few inches behind a block of ice, and the cold wind was hitting his skin. And the source, seemed to be a young woman with her eyes closed. Then...as suddenly as the cold came, then came the heat. He raised an arm to his eyes with gritted teeth as it created an uncomfortable feeling on the cold skin of his face, his eyes closing. To most, this heat wouldn't be so bothersome, but his skin was so much more sensitive due to his enhanced senses, especially towards heat. Then, his ears rung after a loud boom shattered the air around him. He lowered his arm with a sharp, examining leer. The man was nowhere to be found...either he exploded, or he ran away...and the girl was walking back to her friends with the bag.

Then, something gleamed on the concrete, the slight shine catching his attention. He strode over to the source...some change had fell onto the ground, along with some sort of jewelry. He reached down, grasping it in his pale hands as he stood up again, glancing towards the girl...it looked like it had fallen out of the bag. He wondered for a second...and with a sigh, strode casually over to the girl, his bangs falling over his golden eyes again to hide them from the public. Sure, he was pretty dark. Stealing from anyone would do no more to his conscience than if he had stepped on a bug, as it was even when he killed someone. But...stealing something was usually beneath him. If he really wanted something, sure, theft could be necessary...but something so small and useless to him would just be a waste of time. He stopped about a yard short of the group of girls, his stance totally relaxed and his eyes covered with his black bangs. I think this fell out of your purse, he said with a deep, smooth voice. It wasn't seductive, only casual, but naturally had a pleasant, smooth masculine tone to it. He thought about extending his hand, but thought against it...he would wait for her to extend hers, and drop them in her hands. Being a vampire, his skin was ice cold, and they would notice that. Although he just looked like a rather dark human right now, icy skin would definitely be a dead giveaway.

[Winter]

"I think this fell out of your purse," Came a voice from behind Demi, as all of the teenagers friends started whispering. Demi turned around, slowly, and caught sight of the man. Her eyes widened when she felt something odd. As her chocolate eyes glittered with a shy curiosity she reached out a hand absently. But not an open hand, as if to take what had been dropped, but a hand that seemed to reach towards something. In this case, the dark man in front of her. It was then that Demi realized it. The source of this odd feeling wasn't an object. But the man opposite her, his body temperature was freezing, and she could feel it, like ice, in her head.

When she realized what she was doing her arm dropped limply back to her side, and Demi turned a dark shade of red. Slowly she ruffled the back of her hair, this was a habit she picked up a couple of months ago. Then after a couple of seconds she inhaled deeply. 'Little wimp aren't I. This is Marie's stuff, I stood up to that thug, there's no reason why I can't just reach out and take the things that fell!' Demi reprimanded herself mentally. This person just had an aura about him, and it scared her. With a deep sigh, and another deep breath she reached out her hand, grasping for the objects.

But that wasn't all she was doing. As she reached out her fingers, she concentrated on the man. Slowly she raised her index finger upwards slightly, attempting to raise the man's body temperature.
"Y-you look a b-bit pale, um,s-s-sir." Winter stuttered out, as she normally did. "Are y-you alr-right?"

[Zethis]

An echo of whispers swirled about the air around him as he stood before the girl, although he paid no attention to what they said. There were mixes of 'who is he?' and 'why does he look...dead?' in the midst of them, but he was well accustomed to this. As the girl before him turned, he saw her eyes widen, glistening with a certain nervousness. Certainly, he was much different than that petty thief that had tried to steal her purse, not to mention much more dangerous. But, he wasn't going to let that slide...although, by his mere appearance, that was probably a bit obvious. As she reached a hand towards his body, his brow rose, although he didn't move. He would rather not touch her, seeing that if he did, she would surely suspect something from his icy skin...but, if she did, it wouldn't bother him so much as it would her. He didn't mind people finding out what he truly was, but he preferred to keep it under wraps. It was more convenient that way. But she seemed to already suspect something...her hand stopped, and dropped back to her side. Did she know? The notion tempted him to chuckle, but he kept his disposition perfectly as his lips were relaxed in an indifferent line on his face.

Her hand extended again, this time not to almost try and touch him, but to retrieve the objects that had falled from her purse. He extended his own slender but muscular arm, his pale hand loosening to drop the coins into her hand, when he thought of something. There really was no avoiding her finding out about his cold skin, if she didn't know already. After being in his frigid hands, the coins were sure to feel like ice cubes falling into the warm skin of a human's palms. Oh, well...it would hurt anything. Although, he wasn't about to make it obvious. He wouldn't extend his wings, wouldn't show his claws or fangs. But...he might as well have, what happened next. It started out as a cool breeze, whipping his bangs around his face, and he knew what would happen next...but he didn't fret about it, more curious about what the girl's reaction would be. The breeze sped up a bit, not strong but just enough so to blow his bangs out of his eyes. So, the girl could see his eyes now, and that would probably unsettle her even more. Cold, golden eyes with pupils that were slitted, holding an intelligent but very cool, unsettling sharpness to them. Around the outside of his eyes was a slight purple tinge, as if he was tired or hadn't slept for a while. They didn't subtract from the attractive appearance he got as being a vampire, but it might have made him look a bit more...scary, so to speak. His stare held a certain curiosity to them, not surprise as you might expect from someone whose cover was blown. He merely wondered what she would do...after all, no normal human had eyes like that. Of course...he could always say they were contacts, but where was the fun in that?

Suddenly, he felt something within him...something that did cause a slight bit of surprise to flash through his golden eyes for a minute. He was accustomed to the normal cold temperature that settled over his body, colder than a corpse. But...he felt, warmth, as if blood pulsed through his body again for the first time in centuries. It was insignificant beneath the intense cold that had gripped his body for so long, but with his enhanced senses, it was more than usual. He looked down at his own chest, the source of the warmth with a bit of surprise, then back up to the girl again...and his eyes narrowed a bit inquisitively with curiosity. She was doing this. Perhaps it wasn't just cold that she had control over...heat as well. He could tell from the concentrated look on her expression, although it didn't cover up the still nervousness that she felt. Y-you look a b-bit pale, um,s-s-sir. Are y-you alr-right? And her voice showed it as well. He smirked just a slight bit at her stuttering, but did nothing more but reply to her question. I'm perfectly fine; my skin has always been this way. His lips fell into a relaxed, indifferent line once again, before with regained seriousness he asked. Did you do that? He gestured to his chest, the source of the foreign warmth that was still spreading through his body.