Being a vampire had it's perks. Admittedly, it was a lot more fun than being a normal wood-elf. Although not much changed, Ezekiel was actually happier than one would think. Vampirism was supposed to be a curse but all Ezekiel had done was indulge in the beauties it had to offer. The act of feeding was by far the most pleasuring aspect of them all. While he was a wood-elf he expected himself to live far beyond the average life expectancy of a human, but as this monster, he was completely ageless. His vision was strengthened and now even in complete darkness he could see perfectly. The only downside was that his connection to the earth was weakened. It was as if the spirits of his ancestors were slowly stripping away his bond with nature. The darkness was beginning to seep in. Still, his mission remained the same because his love for the earth was stronger than all. Soon enough he would have to find another form of magic. Tonight though, was not the time to worry about such issues. Tonight he would embrace the city of eternal Halloween.

Oh how he had grown to love this place. People only came out at night to beg homeowners for candy which meant that every night was a feast. Yesterday however, he had taken the day off to simply rest. Partying in the void took a toll on his body because while yes he was immortal, he was still destructible. "This music's horrible." He groaned. "Do they ever rest?" With a yawn the Desiertan vampire pushed himself off his bed and grabbed his silk robe, wrapping it around his body before slipping his feet into his slippers and slowly making his way upstairs. This strange city had proven itself time and time again so he figured that if he was going to stay awhile, he may as well have found a place to crash. The home he picked was a huge one with two stories and a fully refurbished basement and all it took was him killing the owner. He allowed his underlings to take the first and second floors but all they had been doing was drinking and partying.

When Ezekiel finally reached the main floor, he pushed open the door only to see three idiotic vampires dancing with cups full of whisky. Hector turned to see his superior frowning. He was handsome with his long black hair and tattoos. "Look who decided to join the party." Hector smirked. For a split moment the former elf wanted to just jump all over him and go for round seventy of some hot vampire sex, but he was far too annoyed by their choice of music. "Somebody turn this fucking music down before I rip all of your throats out." Ezekiel smiled warmly. Hector rolled his eyes, and then darted over to turn the music down.

"Oh? The house looks...clean." he admitted. These fools lacked self-control, it was surprising to see the house spotless. "Thanks to our new maid..." Lukas chuckled before taking a sip of his cup. A new maid? Ezekiel shuffled over to the living room where his eyes were met with... "An elf..." his eyes widened, looking directly into the Alyssas. "Now how did a little ol' elf find himself in the lion's den?" Was this another one of the gods little games?

Although he was now a Vampire, Ezekiel still had a little bit of a soft spot for his elven brothers and sisters. Elves were the true protectors of Nature which meant more often than not their goals aligned with his. Ezekiel picked up the glass beside him on a wooden desk as the Elf-guy began to speak. The vampire raised an eyebrow at his choice of words and fro a moment there was silence. Then, suddenly he roared with laughter. "Creepin it real!? Bwahahahahahaha! What the fuck?" Now that was funny. It was corny yes, but it was such an awkward joke that Ezekiel couldn't help but laugh. The daunting vampire took one step forward, dashing towards the elf which would put him directly in front of him in under a second. "You're funny as hell. I like you." He praised with a devilish smirk. "Here, have a drink." he'd offer the cup of whiskey. "If you're going to be in my house, you might as well let loose. We're kin, after all." Whether the blonde headed man would take the cup or not didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. Ezekiel would untie the strings keeping his robe up to reveal his naked body under it. "Trick or Treat." The elf had not only stepped into vampire territory, but he had stepped into gay vampire territory. In this house, they were comfortable and free. Sex was a frequent thing in this house so consider this the elfs first test. Ezekiel could tell when another man was interested in other men just by looking at them react to certain things. "You're a cute little thing aren't ya? What's your name, friend?" He asked, still with that devilish smirk of his. Tonight was going to be fun.

"Oh please. Alyssandra, don't flatter yourself, elf." Ezekiel chuckled. The little elf wasn't exactly his type either, but he was cute nontheless. What was the harm in a little play play. Ezekiel smirked as he watched the elf move back, but he slowly moved forward. "I said...drink." Ezekiel's eyes widened as if he was genuinely confused. His voice was calm and warm, genuine even but the way he spoke was meant to be intimidating. Sometimes people couldn't tell if Ezekiel was a threat or not because of how he spoke sometimes. The truth was that he abandoned his humanity a long time ago. He didn't care for most things to be quite frank. He said things and did things as if they wouldn't or shouldn't bother anyone. He cared only for himself and what he wanted- for the most part at least. There was a part of him that wanted to fill that void of loneliness, he just couldn't seem to want it as much as he wanted sex, blood, knowledge, or power. Really, he wasn't a bad dude. "You know, I used to think that being an elf was the best thing anyone could be. I mean, we're such a beautiful species right? We don't promote violence, we don't harm nature. The spirits continue to speak to us and help us in our magical endeavors. We're really only just liars, and judgmental- oh and racist. Very, very racist." Ezekiel nodded as if he agreed with what he was saying. The vampire sipped from the finger stained glass. The alcohol burned as it fell down his throat. "Wouldn't you agree Aly? I'm sure you're judging me in that little round skull of yours."