*Laurent shifted his head slightly, making the knife just barely miss*
Laurent: I do not wish to be hostile with you *the boy walked a little closer, but still kept his distance* I lord over this region, and have for centuries, yet I don't know you *the vampire was, essentially the exact opposite of what vampires were typically rumored/believed to look like; his skin was a rich chocolate brown instead of pale, his eyes a vibrant forest green rather than red, and his frame was sturdy and strong (unlike the typical slender and lithe body type people usually associated with vampires). it was actually what had thrown hunters off his scent for so long. his voice was tinged with some kind of accent that the murder-girl couldn't place (a mix of Ethiopian and British, maybe?) and his tone was steady, smooth as a river stone and calm as moonlight*