The vampire shrugs "I'm not like the others". Lance rolls his eyes "Sure you are Edward Cullen, you look the same to me, dead, pasty, presumptuous as fuck...", the vampire reaches out to grab his wrist and he's realises his unwittingly wandered up close in order to poke him in+

the chest without even being aware of the danger he's putting himself in. God why does this guy have so much influence over him? Is this some sort of vampire mind trick? He tries to jerk his wrist free, but even with his slayer strength the vampire is stronger that him, forces+

his gaze up to those heavy lashes violet eyes "Name's not Edward. It's Keith. And I'm different because I have a soul" he remarks. Lance squints at him silent for a moment then "KEITH? Your name is Keith?!" in incredulous tones, the vampire sighs in exasperation and drops his+

hand "That's what you took away from that?" he asks blinking in a 'Really?' kind of way at him, his pale lips pursing in annoyance in a way that makes Lance's heart palpitate even harder. Why is he so cute? He's a vampire! "Sorry buddy I'm really not into all that Anne Rice shit+

Oh no! I'm a vampire with a soul! I feel so emo whenever I KILL someone!" he mocked the vampire dancing back lightly from him making fake fangs with his fingers at his mouth, he's being a jackass he knows, he should just get it over with and stake this edgelord and be done with+

it. And yet... he can't help but feel like he's having fun with this undead idiot. This is the first patrol that hasn't been depressing & scary for him. Keith pouts at him, looking through his lashes and oh my god... is that a puppy dog look? Is the vampire giving him a fucking+

puppy dog look now? Keith sits on the edge of a broken wall, evidently not taking Lance as a threat anymore and that kinda gets under his skin, but at the same time he's equally unthreatened by 'Keith' the emo 80s vampire with a soul. Keith confesses softly "I've not drunk from+

a human in decades... honestly. Not since.... well my soul won't let me... I just remember... it's not pleasant" Lance sighs "So what you just feed on cute fuzzy animals? Because I have pets and that's NOT okay either pal...". Keith shakes his head "Butcher shops have a+

lot of excess pig's blood. It covers my needs. It would be better if I didn't have to but...." he leaves that hanging, expression so morose that Lance almost starts to feel bad for him, wondering what things would be like if he'd been bitten and turned, how would he cope? He+

shakes his head violently. Rule one of being The Slayer. Don't feel empathy for the enemy. They are your opponents, you were made to kill them. Except that Lance is tired. He's tired of spending every night staking vampires, he's tired of being looked down on in school,+

he's tired of being the reason his parents argue & worry about him, he's just.... he's tired. He sits on the wall a few feet away from Keith, clutching his stake still as a security measure "Yeah well, we all have problems Keith, being The Slayer isn't a walk in the park either"+

he sounds bitter "Life is hard enough for me, without having to worry about it having an expiration date that could take me out of existence at any point in time...". Why is he confiding in a vampire? Because he can't tell this to anyone else. He doesn't want to burden his+

friends and family with the worry of knowing he could die at any moment in a brutal horrible way, if he talks to Adam about it he'll get the lecture about sacred duty of the Slayer blah blah blah, so really who else is there? He's been keeping this pain and terror in his heart+

and it's been about to burst for some time now, releasing just a little bit feels good. It's just really fucking weird that it's a vampire, his mortal enemy that he's talking about it to. Keith nods, not making any unnecessary comments or giving the usual pitying talk, or+

patronizing him, just listening in silence, and that makes Lance break apart a little more "I was 14 years old when I knew... I was struggling enough with my identity then some weird guy in an ugly suit shows up and tells me I've been chosen for some destiny that only girls+

normally have, and I can't say no or tell him where to shove his destiny. Because people are depending on me. I have to save the world. And sometimes I'm not sure I can. I'm just me, you know? I'm just a boy from Cuba... what difference can I make?". There's no response for+

a minute or two, then Keith's soft slightly rough voice comes across the night air "You do make a difference. I've seen you fight before, for a while now. You're out here every night struggling but doing it to protect those people sleeping in their beds who will never know, who+

will never understand the sacrifices you make. You're doing the right thing, no matter how hard it is". Lance looks long at him and chuckles bitterly "Man, you really ARE a weird vampire. But hey thanks, it feels good to know someone is acknowledging and appreciating my efforts"+

Keith's sombre serious expression realigns itself into a smile and god it's like Lance is the one who has been staked. No wonder he got bit, he's stupidly pretty. The vamps must have gone wild over him back in his day. "Alright, well this chat has been great, but if I don't+

get back, my Mama is going to murder me. I'll let you go THIS time, but you'd better not assume that you can twist me around your finger or anything. I'm the Slayer and I WILL stake you if you give me any trouble!" he wags a warning finger, springing spritely off the wall+

pausing then turning to regard Keith in a coy manner "But well, maybe I'll let you spectate on a few more fights, moves THIS good deserve an audience after all. No more getting involved though right?". Keith shrugs "I won't unless it looks like you need it". Lance rolls his eyes+

"I won't because I'm gonna train harder, so I can kick the asses of ALL the vamps in this area. You watch. I'm gonna wreck em" he has spirit in his eyes, grinning with an energy he hasn't felt for ages, pumped up. Keith smirks, "Sure you will. Goodnight Lance". Lance feels a+

sudden chill. How did he know his name? He never told him. Man that's creepy. He's whirling to interrogate him but the other is gone, only an empty echoing graveyard once more. Lance balls up his fists yelling to the wind in the most indiscreet unstealthy unslayerlike manner+

"Oh yeah? Well Keith McEmo Mysterious Vampire Guy, two can play that game. I'm gonna find out everything about you too! This isn't over!" he thinks he hears laughter in the distance but he isn't sure if it's the wind playing tricks on his mind.

And that's all I have so far lol.