&&. I like my coffee black. {AIDEN&THIRRIN}

[THIRRIN LYRA DRAGARA]

Dark eyebrows pulled into a scowl not directed at anything (but rather, everything), Thirrin made her way down towards the pond. She was angry just as often as not, and often times it was little things that set her off; she was about as irritable as a cat with a yeast infection, to put it lightly. This particular time, it was two lovebirds that had decided that making out outside of her dorm room was not only appropriate, it was encouraged. The moment the petite vampire had stepped out and caught them, all hell broke loose in the form of a chilling glare and a few... pungent... words. It wasn't so much that she minded PDA as she did that they had no respect for other people's privacy - namely, her own. Who the hell wanted to open their door to sucking noises and tongue-tag?

As was natural, people seemed to move around her as she reached her destination. By now, they all either knew she was a force not to be toyed with or they figured it out based on her expression; there was nothing forgiving in those eyes. Most people saw her eyes as very deceptive, hiding something underneath with an angry exterior, and though that was true to some degree, she was also a very angry person; part of what they saw was truly her personality. This in mind, she paid no mind to them as they skitted about, glancing her way with eyes clearly full of sympathy for whoever was the receiver of her wrath. This, of course, didn't stop some of them from admiring, however. In a corset top with drooping sleeves, cut down either side, and low-cut jeans that left an inch or two of her midriff in easy sight, she was a total tease, and her anger only added to it.

[AIDEN CONNOR TUNE]

"Well, isn't that interesting." his silk voice rang soft as he spoke to a companion of his, a wicked smile playing on his sharp face. Aiden turned his head to look around, smiling.

For once, it was a good day. Thing's were quiet, people were minding themselves, well, they always did when he was around, but that's beside the point, and, he heard that an angry vampire was making her way down through the school in some form of a rage. Oh how fun. Aiden couldnt help but smile, more of a reason to piss her off today. He would wait until she passed, and then he'd casually follow, just to make her day worse. They didn't get along at all, and he loved it. Someone who actually fought back instead of wrapping themselves up and hiding in silence. He'd spoken to her a few times before, but never in person, and how exciting it would be.

He was leaning against a railing, some people cattering abscent beside him, to him but they all knew they'd have no answer, so they began to speak amongst themselves. His eyes we're sharp, looking along the people walking until he saw her ripping through the crouds, seperating them like rats. He straightned slightly, but slowly, as to not catch her eye, and it worked. She stormed right on past. he eyed her carefully, and of course, she was wearing something ever so revealing. he rolled his eyes, looking to his companions for a moment and nodding a goodbye, then he bagan to stoll in behind her, keeping a steady and slow pace so she wouldnt notice.

Clad in converse shoes, ripped jeans, a tightly fitted white shirt, and a slightly worn out leather jacket, he looked good enough to draw the eyes of a few women as he walked past. He made eye contact with a few, smiling devilishly here and there, watching them soon. God how he loved the power his looks gave him.

Once he was outside, he picked up the pace, but kept his silence. He began to catch up to her, his grin growing wider as he closed in on her. "Well don't you just look like a bottle of sunshine" his voice was like venom, words slipping out carelessly and solid. he looked forward to this conversation.

[THIRRIN LYRA DRAGARA]

As tends to happen when you're a) female, b) pissed off, and c) a vampire, the longer Thirrin strolled along and stewed in her annoyance, the more her fury grew. It got to the point where she considered turning around to lift the undeserving couple up by their shirt collars, shake their heads out a bit, and hope that they bit their tongues hard enough to refrain from sticking them down each others' throats for a while. But, of course, she doubted that the school authority would like that very much, and it wasn't like she'd be a picturesque student; thus far in her career at Albright, she'd gotten called down numerous times for things that she would proudly admit (though not so willingly repeat, perhaps).

However, as she neared upon the pond, she heard footsteps behind her, gaining very slowly but definitely in speed. Someone following her, then? A friend was possible, but they wouldn't be so secretive about it. Of course, by the time poor Thirrin had realized he even existed, he was nearly upon her, and so she nonchalantly slowed her pace to allow him to catch up. She wasn't one to outrun those who would go after her - even if they planned on challenging her, she was no coward, and it was a rarity for her to turn down anyone who wanted to pick something with her.

As he spoke, she found herself rolling her eyes at his hateful tone, finding it more amusing than degrading. She turned slowly to look at him and recognized him immediately: Aiden. Of course it was Aiden; who better to vent her anger on? "More like a bottle of moonshine," she found herself responding darkly, lifting a brow as she gave him a disinterested once-over. "Don't you have better things to do, little boy, than mess with girls you can't handle?" Her eyes glinted, a darker shade of their normal blue-gray that implied it would be time to hunt soon. This, of course, likely only fueled her anger. She tended to get very aggressive when she was in need of blood, and now was no exception.

[AIDEN CONNOR TUNE]

Aiden knew that she was aware of his following, but he also knew that she had no idea who it was. This was confirmed by the look he recieved when she turned around. He flashed her a sharp smile, setting himself into a comfortable but aggressive position, his shoulders held strong and his head tall. He looked down to her and laughed lightly.

"Little boy, am I? settling over older than you, and larger." he mused, not really interested. Aiden loked around, then back to her. "And i believe it's you who can't handle yourself, actually." And it seemed that way to him. She seemed overly tense and almost explosive, and hell was it amusing. He watched her for a moment, keeping eye contact, noticing the weay her eyes constricted in the lighting, and takign note of how dark they were growing to be.

"Hungry, are we little beasite?" he cooed lightly, peering over her. What an odd place for someone like her to come for peace. "i figured most of your kind would escape to some form of bloodbank to calm down they're overacted rages." he looked down to her, smiling as he insulted her race. Aiden seemed to have something against Vampires, when really it wasn't true. He had something against every species, or, nothing against anyone, he just liked to pick. Depending on how someone reacted and took it.

He looked back down to her, cockling his head lightly. "now what's got the little vamp bearing her fangs?"

[THIRRIN LYRA DRAGARA]

Thirrin's eyes narrowed dangerously as she pulled herself up to her full height - still only managing to reach his shoulders. The fact didn't seem to bother her, however, based on her lifted chin and piercing gaze in return. She was way on the short side, and there were plenty of guys at the school on the tall side - she had long since grown used to the fact that she was rarely if ever going to see the actual top of someone's head, and it suited her just fine. She had all the more anger packed into a smaller body.

She laughed outwardly at him when he commented that she couldn't control herself. Lifting up onto her tiptoes, Thirrin cupped his chin gently but firmly in her small hand and then, after a few seconds, lowered it. "If I couldn't handle myself," she told him, her voice both menacing and purring all at once, "you would have a broken jaw by now." Sure, she was raging, infuriated, ready to behead someone if given even the slightest opening without consequence - but there had never been a time in her life where she wasn't in control of herself. An out-of-control Thirrin would be a danger to everything and everyone.

"A bloodbank to calm us? Clearly you're daft." She lifted a brow, dumbfounded as to how such a misconception could arise in the first place. "Blood only puts us into more of a frenzy, especially once we're hungry." This time, her laugh was short and blunt. "But I suppose I couldn't expect a demon to know such things - after all, when you need to feel calm, you just strike up a deal, right? You must have something Satan still wants - perhaps your balls?"

Her other brow lifted to join the first one when he inquired what had gotten her riled up (though in decidedly less polite words). "You'd spout fangs, too, if you left your dorm to a couple of octopuses placing their suckers all over one another. Disgusting little twits, too."

[AIDEN CONNOR TUNE]

Aiden smiled sharp, laughing as she straightened herself out to make herself taller, to no avail. But she did keep a menacing look, he'd give her that much, for now. Aiden tense for a fight when she reached up to grab his chin, and tugging it down. He stared at her for a moment, a little baffled by her movements, btu he didnt let his surprise show. Ah, she was showing him. He smiled at her dark tone, his eyes flashing. After she finished speaking her rose his hand to graze his fingers along her wrist, at first a carress, thne snapping down to grasp her hand tightly, feeling her hand loosening on his chin.

"You could break my jaw, as i could break your wrist." he spoke in a slightly amused voice, ripping her hand away from him and dropping her wrist. he looked down to her, his face darkening.

"You also must be daft, but there's no point in explaining my situation with the likes of you." he snarled. Aiden then snapped back, setting himself back to a normal position, the rage gone from his face. He looked down at her contorted and twisted face, taking note as to how unattractive her rage was. he was going to comment on it, but assumed she'd make some sexual remark on the situation and he decided to avoid that.

"Ah highschool. Never changing. Two hornballs looking to get attention and probably a partnet to join them. They went to the school whore, how surprising."

[THIRRIN LYRA DRAGARA]

A genuine grin flitted across her face for the barest of moments when he tightened his grip around her wrist, though it was unclear what the cause was. It was possible that physical aggression simply appealed to her in such a state but the alternative was far more likely: actual amusement at such an action. "I'm a vampire," she reminded him slowly, as if speaking to a small child. "What would a broken wrist do but hurt? It's not like I can bleed to death."

"'You must also be daft'?" she mocked. "Oh, what a comeback. You nearly took my breath away with the force of such a witty comment, demon." Her lips curved upward in a less than humorous smile, which was to be understood; she wasn't in a humorous mood nor with humorous company. "And of course not - don't bother explaining your situation. I probably wouldn't listen, anyway." At least Thirrin was honest about it, though that was hardly compensation. "You get what you give. You made a choice, I had none, and yet I'm the one who wouldn't understand?"

Laughter bubbled through her throat again and she found herself tilting her headback slightly with the force of it, her hair barely shifting from its loose curls about her neck. "Is that all you have left? The school whore? You sleep around almost as much as I do, I hear. Though, I suppose that I should consider myself flattered that you think a couple would come to me to join them."

Thirrin shifted her weight cockily, her knee now tilting out rather indifferently. Fortunately for her, she wasn't just a confident aura; she had the face to go with it. And, unfortunately for the men she tantalized and the women she tormented, she knew it damn well.

[AIDEN CONNOR TUNE]

Aiden snarled lightly, and yet he smiled. he enjoyed her snappy comebacks, enjoyed having someone to insult him back. A challenge, someone who wouldn't push over. for once. When she began tp laugh, He stood up straighter, feeling the muscles in his legs tense from his movements. Lookign down on her with a bit of a glare. She was getting the better of him.

"Well then you're wrong in that case. I sleep with people consistently, I dont switch everyday. Unlike you." he growled, lookign down to her. Aiden studied her for a moment, looking at the way she held herself, the way she just screamed sex and confidence. There was no wonder that men couldn't keep themselves off of her. He wasn't attracted to her at all, she was vermin, but, he couldn't help but give her props for the confidence.

He scoffed lightly."Ah, yes, Flattered, of course. I do work my best to flatter you." sarcasm dripped heavily from his voice, and also flashed in his eyes. Flatter her, like he would ever want to.

"So, you're all mad because two people were sucking face, right? Why didn't you just snap at them, or wait. Is it the fact that your such a push over that you just let shit like that happen? How pathetic."

[THIRRIN LYRA DRAGARA]

Thirrin's eyes flashed and she snickered. "Consistently?" she chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Define 'consistently.' You mean you sleep with multiple girls repeatedly?" At this, her grin spread wider. "That's called a fuckbuddy, babe, and I have my share. You run out of guys after a while, you know." And it was true. She'd been there a full two years, and right from the get-go had been quite... friendly with the other students. One night stands barely existed for her any more; just people she slept with on a regular basis.

The very concept of Thirrin being a pushover was like the funniest joke she'd ever heard, and she found herself nearly doubling over with her laughter, barely able to breathe. "Me - a - pushover?" she gasped, her eyes tearing up even as her abdomen began to cramp. "I'm the least likely person to be accused of that," she informed him snarkily once she was able to speak normally again.

Laughing was one of the most infuriating things Thirrin could do, most people agreed. Her laugh was every bit as demeaning as it was melodious; just as mocking as tinkling. It was rather unfair how such a bitchy, condescending person could make such a noise, and that was putting aside her appearance. In all frankness, she was, in fact, the perfect hunter: everything to draw the prey in, and the mindset the finish the job.

[AIDEN CONNOR TUNE]

Aiden rolled his eyes slightly, growing more and mroe irritated. he was losing, and he knew it. "when i have sex with someone, there's only about two or three. Not twelve, darling."he sneered down at her. "None of them are good enough for you are they? Or, is it just that they all become afraid of you." it wasnt a question, but a statement. he watched her close, his eyes flickering with some form of fire and almost rage, but he left it there, wasn't about to take it further.

Aiden was taken aback by her laughter, and her glared at her as she practically fell to the ground laughing. Her laugh was nothing short of terrible. It rung sharp and made him grimace, frowning to her. A laugh of beauty yet it was disgusting. When she snapped back up, his face returned to the solid confident look, no longer one of dislike. She claims to not be a pushover, and yet she doesnt back herself up. He sighed, which sounded more like a muted growl.

Aiden looked around again, then back to her. "So why come here to be alone?" he mused, mostly to himself, not really paying attention to her.

[THIRRIN LYRA DRAGARA]

Thirrin tilted her head at his question, likely just as interested in the answer as he was. "I'm not entirely sure," she admitted with a small frown. "I told them to fuck off but I needed to burn some steam. Otherwise, I was likely to punch a bitch, and I don't really need to get in any more trouble."

Though she was, in fact, quite the troublesome student, it was not as bad as it sounded, perhaps. Sure, she got called down to the head office every once in a while and was quite familiar with the staff on that note - but it wasn't like she teetered on suspension. In fact, the faculty seemed more amused with her antics than anything. She did what no one else dared to do; not in terms of pranks, but in terms of being bluntly, bitchily honest. If someone was acting like a whiny emo attention whore, you could guarantee Thirrin would point it out, coldly and unsympathetically. Public humiliation was her forte, and though obviously her teachers were required to report her for such behavior, most of the time they had been thinking the same thing.

It was after answering this that she returned to his original questions. "If they were afraid of me," she snorted, "they would hardly be sleeping with me. They are almost always the ones inviting me over. And who the hell cares if it's one or three or twelve? If I enjoy it and they enjoy it, numbers don't matter." She frowned, clearly irked by such a theory. "And as for them not being good enough, that's hardly the case. Like I said, they ask me; not the other way around. I'm easy to please." Not entirely true, of course - it all depended on her mood. Sometimes slow and passionate was more than enough; othertime, it was either kinky and painful or it was nothing.

[AIDEN CONNOR TUNE]

Aiden smiled venomously at her, watching as she questioned her own doings. he scoffed "like it even matters that you'd get in more shit. Anyways, if you punched the girl ,the guy would've attacked you, naturally, and you could've very well framed him as attacking you. Just use that body of yours to your advantage." he's been in the situation like that. His word against the girls, she always wins when it comes to the staff. As all women do. Aiden's casually joked that it's the boobs that get them the trust.

he watched her carefully, a smug smile on his face. She really was a slut. An easy cheap job. She enjoyed it and she wasnt picky. He wasnt to laugh, btu he held it back, and just nodded, shrugging. "well, whatever you say." he was getting bored with her. Her rage seemed to have gone out and she was no longer snapping. His attention was being drawn away from her, so he was hardly looking at her anymore. Watching the water for the most part.

[THIRRIN LYRA DRAGARA]

A quick, sadistic grin flitted across her face. Oh, yes, she'd played that card before. Most people knew very well that though she was about as small as full grown women came, she was ferocious as an enemy, both because of the speed and strength thad came from being a vampire and the quick, intuitive mind behind the body - but at the same time, people were unwilling to condemn a tiny girl with a heartbreaking face. She used it to her advantage on a regular basis, in fact.

"Very true," she snickered. "But the boyfriend was a vampire, and I wasn't in the mood to get bruised or bruise him up." Of course, boy-toy had had quite the temper, so that had almost been inevitable anyway, but that just made Thirrin want to laugh. Anyone who really messed with her in that school was either suicidal, mentally impaired, or both. She had connections that no one could imagine, a fairly powerful family, and the ability to charm - or punch - her way out of most any situation. It was things like this that made people who had known her since before the incident in eighth grade wonder what could possibly have happened to the sweet, loving vampire that had once been in her stead.

[AIDEN CONNOR TUNE]

Aiden watched her for a moment, seeing the smile. She wasn't dumb, and neither was he. it was obvious that she'd done such a thing before, and it probably played out for the better for her. He rolled his eyes lightly, shoving his hands into his jean pockets, looking around some more. He watched the water move for a moment, growing more and more bored with the situation. He listened to her explain about the boyfriend being a vampire himself, and the word pussy slipped into his mind and he smiled. She chickened out. No wonder.

He didn't say anything though. She'd become boring, and he knew there were other things that could draw his attention more. Go drive some freshmen crazy with his flirting, break up a couple, be even more of a home wrecker. So many more opportunities to have fun, and here he was wasting his time trying to piss her off, though it became boring. Aiden looked down to her and shrugged, looking then over his shoulder to the school.

"Well, this was as much fun as it could've been," sarcasm dripped thick in his voice, "But i'm leaving. So many more things to do other than play with pissy vampires." He looked down to her again, giving her a charming but sharp smile and turnign afoot, not bothering with a goodbye. She was boring, he was done.