Urion had an indifference towards creatures of the night. Owls, trash pandas, field mice, werewolves, and vampires all had an odd effect on the man; it was not born from some primordial fear of the night and all that dwell in it, but he just specifically felt less empathetic to their plights. Would he stand up for justice if confronted with the task of protecting the innocent if they were attacked but such creatures? It depended on the creature and the situation. If someone was getting attacked by a raccoon, best to believe the Blue Pegasus mage was going to kick that little fucker straight to the end zone. No brainer for small creatures that could at best give minor scratches and a bite here and there?

But what about a feeding vampire or werewolf?

The man laughed to himself and simply scratched his head as the rain descended from the god-sent heavens above. His red umbrella proved to be of some use after all, now that the sun was all but gone from the sky; the tenebric essence of the twilight sky reigned in the eerie chill of the night hours. Urion did think thoroughly about what he'd do if he had to come to terms with a vampire or werewolf situation. At this level of power he'd be chum no doubt but would he have time to negotiate a way out? Probably not. The thoughts of this made him more wary of his surroundings, noticing that there was no one in the street but himself; not wanting to take a chance he sought out a place that, under normal circumstances, would shy away from a stranger: the church. One seemed to loom in the distance from Baska, but the man could make it there by running no doubt.

Urion walked up the stairs of the homely, holy establishment and became concerned for a brief moment. Should he take off his bucket hat? Should he have worn shoes to the occasion? Should he have brought offerings? Urion did not truly care about the last thought, and as he thought about it more he really did not care about all of his concerns. The church was shaped in an odd fashion, but the man remembered that he was in Baska and much of the town did not make any more sense than him inquiring about the structure of the church. He took off his hat and closed his umbrella, the rain briefly getting his clothes wet. He wore nothing than what he usually wore: a dark coat, which sported a white diamond pattern along its bottom half, with a dark green shirt and pants underneath. Much of the rain would soak some of his shirt, leaving it clinging to his torso for dear life. A small instance to be embarrassed by; Urion was a fit and semi-muscular man, but the Father did not need to know that.

Urion opened the door and expected to see some people minding their own business praying to whatever god they worshipped at the establishment. Some holy workers would probably be attending to the altar. Homely shit. There only appeared to be a small woman and the Father of the church, although it looked rather odd. She seemed predatory, although it was more of a guess and irrational hunch than anything. Creatures of the night could never enter a holy establishment.

Right?

"Uh... hello Father. Sorry to be a bother but do you mind me taking residence for the night?" It was a bold bet that the Father would have living accommodations for a stranger, but it was worth trying out. The woman was probably asking for the same thing, so it would be good to take on the Father in case he said no. Two's a crowd and more convincing.

So not only is there a creepy, unsettling predatory beast of the night in a holy sanctuary, but it is also threatening not only the priest but the Blue Pegasus mage Urion himself? Urion looked back behind him, and all around to be sure he was not being pranked by some reality show. Although this may as well be the end for him, Urion wondered if all he had done in life was worth coming to terms to being killed this way. The pale vampiress was small in stature, lithe and not too easy on the eyes to look at. Something about her seemed unearthly in a bad sense, although there seemed to be something more to her words. Frustration, anxiety, fear even? Well, probably not the last one, Urion surmised.

The priest got a good tongue-lashing from the vampire, being called racist and rude and all sorts of other explicatives that Urion did not seem to want to pay attention to for the time being. How would he get out of his tight situation? Would he ever go back home to Blue Pegasus? She commented on Urion's blood type, something he found trivial in a common light. But maybe blood types were like flavors of drinks. Was B+ like brandy? Because brandy is a shit alcohol and everyone knows it. Urion raised his hands as a sign of feigned surrender, not wanting to start any sort of altercation with something that would probably snap his neck open at the slightest inconvenience.

"First of all, I don't like cupcakes, so could you not refer to me as that, pretty please?" Urion closed the door with his left leg, shutting it by pushing his foot against the door so it would close with a slight slam. It would not alert anyone else on the premise if there was anyone else on the premise. When she directly threatened Urion, he found it unfair, for lack of words. "Listen, I didn't come here for all of that. I just want shelter from the rain. Don't let that interrupt you from... whatever is happening here with the priest. You have your reasons and I possibly can't do much about it."

Urion was usually calm about things, even if the anger within him wanted to run over with all the frailness of the human body and take on the vampiress in a heated battle to the death. However, there were way too many things going against Urion in that situation. She could snap his neck, trip him into something that could kill him, use some weird vampire magic to make him kill himself, and et cetera. Playing it safe was his game, but also being direct and assertive with what he had to say. The Blue Pegasus mage would see just how far he could get with words before his death would be upon him.

"Father, you must be a good guy, or not. Frankly, I don't know you like that. But what I do know is, you've pissed this vampire off. Why you would do that is beyond me." He would sigh and look at the vampiress before continuing to speak. She really was a sight for sore eyes. "You're a vampire just trying to feed. Can't fault you to that. Everyone needs to eat." Urion would take another deep breath before surmising that this was as good as it was going to get. Whether he would live to see the next day was up to the vampire, whom Urion was unsure of when it came to mercy.

The weird-looking vampiress seemed to be culled to an extent by Urion's words of sugar-coated panic and despair, which was more of a surprise than anything, to be honest. None of what the Blue Pegasus mage was looking at could be considered an attractive situation, but this was the situation he was in and he had very few options to change it. Why the vampiress apologized was beyond Urion, but he would take that as a sign that there would be a small sense of calm to be had. It could also be a ploy, of course, to lure him closer to be preyed and devoured on. Urion was a man of taking few chances, so the best he did was move up to the pew in the middle of the church, a good distance from the vampiress and the priest but just close enough to make a dash for the door if the time came for it.

She asked if he truly believed in the words he told her about his understanding of her plight. In all honesty, he did. But would he let her know this was something else to be determined? Urion was not shy about letting people know how he felt or his true intentions; he had nothing obviously to hide. Fear made a man pale, and Urion could not be any paler. With some careful breathing, his color came back to him. "I mean what I say and if I didn't believe it, I wouldn't say it." The priest looked pitiful in his current situation, but he could not be faulted for it. Who knows what would have happened if the Blue Pegasus mage came about. However, that was the least of Urion's concerns; his own life came before that of some clergyman. The vampiress voiced her concerns about being ratted out to the public, a situation Urion could see as being problematic to her cause. Humans have not always been the most hospitable to the creatures of the night, and especially vampires.

"Keeping your secret with me is guaranteed. It's the Father you appeared to be preying on who might have loose lips." All jokes aside, Urion made his comment in the most serious and monotone manner he could muster, dead eyes set on the priest's own. He seemed afraid as well; he may as well have thought that Urion was a vampire or some vampire enthusiast. He was neither, but just an understanding man. "No, I have not met anyone like you. At least, not this up close and personal. Well, yes... but she was merely an acquaintance." Urion definitely was not going to reveal the time he was fooling around with a vampire in the past. On his part, he did not know of her true nature until much after they parted ways. It could have been a rumor, too, but Urion liked to believe otherwise. "My calmness comes from traveling and my own past of unfortunate events, helping people deal with their own personal issues and talking it out. But... that's just about it. Please do not apologize, I shouldn't have shown up. Best if I go back into the rain and sleep outside."

The man had done it before and he was not afraid to do it again. Nearly dying of pneumonia was another thing, however. Urion did not want to affiliate himself with the current situation much longer. Something seemed amiss about the entire situation, but Urion did not have time to ponder on it much longer. He was tired and hungry and was looking forward to going out to find shelter in nature if it meant not being probable lunch.

The vampiress closed the gap very quickly between herself and Urion at an astonishing speed that Urion did not find himself surprised about. Distance closing with the supernatural speed of a vampire was at most trivial to the vampiress, who said her name was Seira. It was a most peculiar name, but Urion had no place to make names about whether one's name was normal and decent to have. It was actually a decent and rather lovely name, in the few seconds, Urion thought about it. Despite this, he did understand that his current predicament was not the best time to have such lingering thoughts. As she appeared closer, Seira did appear to have something of genuine quality to her physical being, although Urion did not care to think about it much further.

"If you're not comfortable, don't force a smile. Feigning your discomfort does not make this much easier. But you probably knew that." Rubbing the part where the Seira aggressively squeezed his arm, he gave a sigh and relaxed into his seat. He was unsure how much more this virtual hostage situation could change any further, but if this was how it was going to be he may as well prepare to relax for the inevitable. He gestured for her to have a seat in the pew in front of him or beside him if she was open enough to sit and talk. "My name is Urion of Blue Pegasus. I have a colorful past that I would enjoy not having to experience again, so I travel. I am no wiser than this priest, or you. I just aim to be more open to various experiences." Urion was sure that he would not open up more unless asked to; he was no stranger to sharing what his past was like.

"And you, yourself, Seira? Seeing you closer has shown me how magnificent and regal you appear to be. Who are you, and why are you who you are, if you do not mind sharing?" The Blue Pegasus mage would speak with calm assertiveness, making himself to appear open and welcome. It would be no joke, for he was being more honest than he probably should have. Then again, when one is presented with their mortal doom, what are secrets worth?

"Yes, I suppose us humans are fragile things. Were you not once human yourself, or are you a Draculina?"

Seira decided to sit up close and next to Urion as she began to talk her reasonings and of herself. Urion turned himself to face her as she did so, to show that he was giving her his full, undivided attention; it was common courtesy. Although the priest decided to leave for probably the wrong reasons, Urion would sit and admire the opportunity presented before him, which was talking to a predatory, infernal creature of the blackest night. Given the circumstance, the priest's act of leaving was something of a folly, as it could jeopardize Seira's own predicament of existing in Baska. Urion could not assist in the probable murder of a clergyman; it was against Blue Pegasus to perform such heinous acts, but nothing was against not ratting out the perpetrator. Could Urion rat out Seira? Probably not.

"Yea, I'll show you the guild mark. Give me a second." The Blue Pegasus mage removed his coat and removed his shirt immediately after; they were damp and wet and removing them would be the best idea. Pneumonia was definitely not something Urion wanted to catch; being sick was a pain in the ass, and Blue Pegasus actually lacked proper medical insurance the last time he inquired. Urion was more physically fit than the last time he remembered, although he was no Adonis or anything of the sort. Walking around the country had more benefits than he realized. The tattoo had a glamorous glow to it, seemingly bursting with glitter and pizzazz. "Would you like to discover yourself, Seira?"

Seira's bare hands were cold, yet somewhat inviting. Something was truly unique about this vampiress that, for all other reasons, Urion felt some sort of compassion for the woman, despite her lineage. She expressed an element of sorrow for the fact of her lost mortal bond, something that showed that she was still somewhat human despite her vampiric blood. It was also made apparent that she was not a whole Draculina, but the product of being turned into a vampire by a Draculina. Adapting to a new sense of person was interesting to hear, considering that is the end goal for Urion himself. He was not the same person he was seven years ago, and adjusting to a new way of living was all the more interesting.

"Surely, you will come to appreciate those things again, in due time. Fate has a way of reminding you of what you once were. As much as I would love to hear more about what you are, that would be infringing on your privacy. That's not my domain to exist in." Confidentiality was something that Urion understood clearly. Not many people are ever truly willing to give themselves away in such a revealing manner and make themselves vulnerable. Urion wondered if he himself could make himself to be so vulnerable to a stranger. He did not care much for whoever knew what about his past, most of the time.

Seira seemed fixated on Urion's body as she examined the guild mark on his shoulder. Unfortunately, whether he would have wanted to put back on the shirt or not, the clothes were too damp to keep on. Being shirtless for the time being was what he was going to have to put up with. Was she hungry? Did Seira still need blood to sustain herself? Urion thought he was walking in on her feasting, but since the priest left and she was fixated on him, it would only be right for him to offer his own life fluid for the sake of quelling her hunger. "Spend the night in here, don't fret. I can sleep in one of these pews while my shirt and coat dry off. Also, if you still need to feed..." Urion would make his neck more pronounced, gesturing for the vampire to partake in his own blood. It may have been a risky move, but there was nothing else he could possibly do that did not involve getting pneumonia from standing outside.

"You can feed on me. I'd hate to see you hungry." He would gently grab her hand if it was still on his shoulder, to show that he meant what he was saying. His eyes were relaxed, but they were for all purposes filled with affirmation in his reasoning.

“Fascinating,” one of the many endearing traits of humankind was their compassion; to be born a human was without effort, but the meaning behind ‘humanity’ came with actions rather than words. “It’s human nature to think wisely and act foolish,” said the vampiress with her everlasting smile and Urion was indeed fascinating to her. The thin line separating fear and empathy was hardly visible; there was certainly a little bit of both, but one had inspired the other and Seira wondered which one had driven Urion to offer himself to her — mankind, at its peak, was at the top of the food chain and whether or not she actually believed this (now that she knew what she knew), it was his doing which mattered.

“You are natural observers and learners, you acquire knowledge and yet here you are,” the woman laughed softly; it wasn’t loud, nor was it scornful or in any way condescending. “It’s what makes you different from most lower species. When you fear, you don’t always run,” she leaned in, eyes locked with his — he’d taken her hand and Seira allowed him to do so without protest, “sometimes you stay to talk and understand.” Seira wasn’t foolish, she knew that perhaps he’d only made this offering to keep her predatory instincts where they were: hidden underneath a layer of pale skin and a pretty face. She wanted to believe he was different and although there were reasons for her not to, she hoped he felt empathy for her even in spite of what she was.

“You knew what I might be capable of and rather than judgemental, you chose to be forthcoming.”

She had never been offered blood before. Seira took what she needed with the assistance of different methods and while none of them were honorable, it was the best she thought she could do. The vampiress was utterly perplexed by this particular individual. “I appreciate your kindness,” she reassured him, her small hand finding its way on top of his. “I don’t need to feed however, and while your gesture was quite considerate of my situation, it was also incredibly stupid and naive.” Humans, in spite of what she’d initially thought and said, weren’t known for their compassion but rather the lack thereof; they held no love for anything that was unlike them — they hardly loved themselves, but of course not all of them were the same.

“You must have a good heart if you mean what you said and while I do not know this for sure, I would like to think you do. I would absolutely hate for something to happen to someone with a unique mindset such as yourself,” Seira was smitten with the idea of being understood — being accepted by someone who knew nothing of her except the one thing everyone else seemed to despise and reject. “Please, never say something like that again, no matter which creature of the night you have the misfortune of running into,” she sighed and planted a soft kiss to the back of his hand before letting go, “not everyone out there is as lenient as me and you would surely die.”

Seira thought of the current situation as a hysterical coincidence — a whim of nature, caused by someone (or something) that wanted to see how a vampire would do inside a church, speaking to their own prey. There was a hefty amount of irony in all of this, but in some ways it also helped her understand that perhaps and in spite of everything she thought about herself, she was able to retain a little bit of the humanity she admired so much after all.

"The human experience is wrought with trials and tribulations. I will not act as if I know the reigns of discord and depravity that are somewhat unique to the human experience. Such stupid, naive behavior is ironically the best thing of being human; it gives a sense of finality and general purpose." Urion would get up in his spot and yawn, wondering if there was more to be had from this brief, yet a very informative conversation with Seira the vampiress. It was a learning experience for the both of them, and that made the exchange more meaningful in the long run. The Blue Pegasus mage decided that the rain would be a more comforting setting to reflect on some thoughts. Urion was no enigma, but something clicked in him that Seira did make clear: he should not let his curiosity and compassion for others be the death of him. He wondered if there was some existential purpose to being there where he was at that exact time.

"Yes, every interaction is not like the previous one. But, I wouldn't learn if I took heed of my actions with caution. The boundaries are unforeseen, but I feel that I'm treading on the path needed. And on that path, we will come to meet one another again. With this newfound energy, I think I will go explore the world some more. Thank you, Seira." He would bow to the vampires before taking his leave of the church. If she ever needed to find Urion, she would only need to seek out Blue Pegasus. Urion was tired in truth, but he needed to go out and seek more meaning in life. There was a boundless world of excitement waiting for him, and all he had to do was find it and claim it.

[EXIT]

”Farewell,” spoke Seira; there were no doubts about his departure, and Urion was granted his freedom even in spite of what he knew. He shared a little bit of his wisdom and thoughts with her before he left and the vampire remained still on her seat, with her legs crossed and her head tilted, allowing her to gaze at the ceiling of the church. ”We will certainly meet again,” eventually, a smile climbed across her lips and she stood up, watching as the door fell shut behind the Blue Pegasus wizard. He was right with what he said; human nature was defined through stupidity and naive behavior — in more ways than one she found this frustration, but also endearing — and her mind wandered back to Finn, who embodied all of those things.

”Huh? Where did he go? I just finished warming up the cookies—”

The Father returned with a platter of cookies and tea (and a rather priceless look on his face, once again), immediately turning neck and head to look for the human who’d just left—poor Father. ”He’s gone,” Seira explained while walking a few steps towards him. ”Left you just as you were gone to treat him to some nice, human food.” A heavy sigh rolled over her tongue—seems as though there really wasn’t any way around this now. ”Unfortunate, really. It’s just you & me now. And I don't eat human food.” Her smile turned crooked, she cracked her neck and made another step towards him.