Aeron spectated the soirée with a bored expression, a glass of blood in his hand. It had been a hundred years since he'd been turned; he'd been but a young man of twenty back then.

A certain indivual, looking at their beverage with disdain, caught his attention. With a raised eyebrow and a faint smirk, he made his way over to the familiar vampire hunter who had done a shit job at masking their natural human scent.

"I didn't think you'd be dumb enough to sneak in here, cupcake."