You mingled with vampires. Maybe a little too much. You couldn't help yourself. They were funny. Many of them were gothic, others were more rebellious and punk-like (usually newly turned vampires) and you clearly enjoyed hanging out with all of them.

One night, you were hanging out at a masquerade. Apparently, it was being thrown by the Vampire Lord. A haughty title, you presumed. You'd love to meet the vain bastard behind the name.

A waltz began to play. There were many guests waiting to be picked. You mulled over your options, until your eyes landed on the lord himself. His mask was ornate-- yet very simple. Unlike yours, which was encrusted with rubies. You were going to ask him to dance, since he obviously wasn't going to choose anybody to dance with on his own.

You strode up to him.

Mihawk's eyes snapped to you. They were intense-- and beautiful, like pools of molten gold or pots of honey. He could tell by scent alone you were human.

"And what do you want?"