Melvyn's View of Aubrey

Melvyn sighed as he let the taller man enter his manor. He looked at the brunette, deciding what to do with him. He was nothing to be trifled with, even wearing the large trench coat Melvyn could see he was a sturdy man. A vampire as weak as himself couldn't do a thing to this human. Besides if they ever got in a fight Melvyn was sure he'd go blood crazy. In fact he needed to get away from the human now. Yet he felt the need to stay as he looked to those hazel eyes.

"Hey," Melvyn started yet paused, "How can I be sure you don't have any weapons?" He tried his best to glare at him but found he couldn't resist stopping to simply stare at him. 

What an interesting human, as well as an interesting hunter. Melvyn couldn't help but feel uneasy in Aubrey's presence, he could really tear him apart if he wanted. The man's dress shirt was slightly untucked, his neck wonderfully exposed by the trench coat slightly slipping off his shoulder. Melvyn felt his breathing quicken as he resisted yet another urge to sink his teeth deep into Aubrey. He hurried away beginning to bite into his hand to avoid rushing back to the sweet smell and alive warmth of Aubrey.

Aubrey (Written by a friend)

A dark figure moved from behind the shadowed alleyway. The man was looking for his partner; they had been together not less than a few minutes ago. But his partner had more physical endurance than he did, so he could actually keep up with the vampire escapee for a longer period of time. The man wandered the dark, shadowed alleyways with barely enough light to see a few feet in front of him. He halted when a tall silhouette entered his sight. The silhouette stepped out into the moonlight. The man the moonlight revealed was tall, maybe 5’11, with his long brown trench coat reaching his knees. His blood-stained white linen shirt was messily untucked from his pants, most likely from running. Dark brown messy hair swayed in the cold breeze.

The vampire’s pale corpse was lying a few feet before him. Its death must have been brutal, considering the blood that covered the man. He sighed. When hunting, he never showed empathy for the vampires he killed. Although he, himself was aware that they weren’t human anymore, he had a hard time killing. But the man in front of him didn’t even show any kind of emotion. His hazel eyes stared blankly at the body in front of him. The blank stare contrasted his perfect face, skin that was smooth with little to no imperfections. He found him quite handsome. The man made a movement, he pulled his shirt the rest of the way untucked. Pulling it up near his face to wipe the blood from his face exposing his chest. He had defined abs that showed how much he put into his job.

Contrary to his spotless face, his chest was littered with countless battle scars. He sighed again, but this time in pity. He must have had a hard life. Without waiting any longer, he made his presence known to the man.