"Yesterday, I was a priest...today I'm a bad bitch." He said to himself as he pushed open the door in the middle of the forest. Ezekiel had gotten word that there was some sort of party happening in the void tonight. They called it "The Endless Party". Most likely had something to do with the fact that time was very different in the void. Ezekiel slowly walked past the doors and immediately saw the area filled with all different types of people. Some seemed to be humans dressed in costumes but others were literal creatures of the night. He saw some vampires, zombies, demi-humans, and even what appeared to be some werewolves. He could also spot a few elves dressed up in their costumes. The music was booming but he couldn't actually tell where it was coming from. He could spot a few small campfires around the foggy area. Some people were laughing, somewhere talking and some were...moaning. "Ooh. I like this." He smirked. About five hundred people were occupying the void, almost all of them dancing and jumping around.

Tonight he wore wearing absolutely nothing with the exception of two large leaves tied to a g string. He was nearly naked. On his feet, he wore black fresh leather eight-inch heels. A bad bitch indeed. His nails were painted black. From a distance, Zeke could see a hunky man making his way towards him, but he ignored it. He was too busy looking for prey until "Who are you supposed to be?" The man asked. Ezekiel slowly turned to face him, analyzing his features. He was muscular and almost as tall as he was with his heels on but human nonetheless. He looked like he was dressed up to be a vampire- how ironic. "Tarzan, I suppose. Or actually, let's go with Adam and eve- but make it fashion. Adame and Eva." He rolled his wrist. "Now leave me alone before I make you my dinner." He looked at the man, running his tongue across his fangs.

"I like it." He smirked. "You mean suck my neck? Go ahead, do it. I'm not stopping you." The man moved closer. Ezekiel raised an eyebrow in confusion, then began to snicker. "I can't promise that I'll be able to stop." He whispered before baring his fangs. He then quickly used his hand to push the man's head over, revealing his juicy neck. With a final lick of his lips, Ezekiel bit into his neck. His fangs pierced through the skin causing blood to burst into his mouth. "Mm." He continued to drain the man's blood. The man on the other head held his Ezekiel's head on his neck. He obviously enjoyed the feeling. Ezekiel could hear little moans from him.

Too bad he wasn't going to stop.

Blood was a delicacy and not every persons blood did the trick. This mans blood however, was perfect. As the vampire drained his victim of all blood, he could taste the alcohol in it which sent a warm fuzzy feeling down his spine. The man was foolish to give himself over like this but in the span of a second he had become addicted to the feeling of blood leaving his body. Some people described the feeling as euphoric. The victims knees buckled as he moaned. His life was fading with every passing moment until a voice boomed from about 20 feet away. Ezekiel glared towards the direction of the voice with a frown. Some of the voiders turned to see what was happening but most people simply ignored. The Desiertan grunted as the victim struggled to breathe. "I don't give a fuck." He responded, obviously annoyed that he was interrupted by some entitled gay mobster. The Sentinel glanced down at the man in his hands before sighing. "Sorry...my appetite is ruined." he whispered to the dying human. Then he snapped the mans neck, ending his life in the void.

Zeke slowly walked over towards the man in the suit, his heels clicking on the ground as he strutted gracefully. Admittedly the man was rather handsome, especially in his suit. Ezekiel wasn't too fond of white men, but this one was rather...spicy looking. The vampire used his fingers to wipe away the blood on the corners of his mouth and smirked, stopping in directly in front of the mobster. "You know, If you wanted my attention that's all you had to say." he sighed. Without wasting another moment, he sat himself beside the man. He crossed his legs and shifted his body to face the man. "And just like that, you've been blessed with someone even more fun." he grinned.

Would you look at that. Either this person was strong or idiotic, perhaps both if he was so eager to reject Ezekiel. The mobster turned away from the Elven vampire as he spoke, stating that it was bold for the tan-skinned male to assume he even wanted his attention. Zeke couldn't help but snicker at the comment. He was obviously one of those "Hard to get" types. Either that, or he was judgmental. Most people were when it came to vampires. People believed that they were monstrous beings who only sought to drain every living being of blood until they were lifeless. What people failed to realize was that someone isn't just born a vampire, they were turned. The man before Ezekiel was obviously not thrilled to be in his company. "Oh please. IF you didn't want my attention, you wouldn't have said anything to me at all." The man's next comment hurt his feelings a little, which wasn't an easy thing to do these days. Now that he was a vampire, he cared a lot less about things but a cute guy just called him a mosquito. Still, the mobster had been looking away, his eyes scanning through the crowd for one thing or another. In a world full of magic you would think people would mind their words. Ezekiel licked his lips before responding, taking time to gaze over the mobsters physique. "I don't want your blood, if that's what you think." He began with a chuckle. "Though I want many things. I want to save the earth, I want eternal peace, I want...my family back, but tonight... I just want the company of a handsome man." He finished warmly with an innocent shrug. "What do you want?"

This man had successfully piqued Ezekiel's interest. Humans were seen as nothing more than food or toys until the vampire was done with them, but that was mostly because he was usually so alluring. This man, however, was not so easily swayed. He replied by saying if he wanted Ezekiel than he would be sitting on his lap right now. The vampire couldn't help but laugh. "You do realize that I could just kill you if I wanted to, right?" He teased. Of course he wasn't actually hurt or offended by what was being said, but it was the truth. Unless the man had some power of his own, then Ezekiel could have swiftly leaned over and taken a bite. That would have surely made him give in. Feeding was an addictive sensation to both predator and prey. Often times people became addicted to it, like the man he had just killed. It was better for him to be dead or he'd just become a human blood bank for another vampire.

The mobster asked what Zeke wanted and he responded honestly. He had nothing to hide. Sure, the stranger probably meant right now, but Ezekiel wasn't that predictable. Oddly enough the man laughed at his remark about eternal peace. The vampire raised an eyebrow. How ironic it was for him to be called an idiot when the very man who disagreed had not thought about what Eternal peace could mean. "Did you think I meant eternal peace for the world? Hohoho! What a Naive fool you are!" Ezekiel snickered. "Eternal peace is possible. Whether it's through death, or separating oneself from the rest of the world with their loved ones- it's all possible. Peace is different for everyone." He stated. "And everyone deserves it." When the former elf scanned over the mobsters body, he noticed an X-shaped scar on his chest. Then the man answered. What he wanted was not something Ezekiel could give him, he thought.

"I wouldn't be so sure, but whatever you say." He shrugged. "My name's Ezekiel, what's yours?" Then he quickly reached over to softly touch the scar. "And how'd you get this?" His tone softened, his eyes would look directly into the mobsters. Ezekiel was a genuine person, kind to most people regardless of what they thought of him- that much didn't change. Whatever caused this scar seemed like it hurt and perhaps had created some trauma. This man was obviously not a happy person.

Valentine was his name and he was no pushover as the Vampire soon learned when his threat was met with another threat. Ezekiel wasn't one to boast about his abilities as a mage or anything else for that matter, so the conversation about that would end. Valentine was quite the brooder. Zeke's playful comments did nothing to penetrate him or make him more comfortable, but at least it didn't make him any less comfortable either. The mobster dressed Valentine began to cough. His cough was similar to that of a smokers cough except worse. Then when he brought out his pills it all made sense. "You're sick..." he whispered. The conversation about peace continued. Still, Valentine would know nothing of where Ez was going with this. Not once did Ezekiel say his definition of peace was death or being alone with loved ones yet Valentine had assumed so. Ignoring the coughing, Ezekiel responded to his new associate. Valentine didn't believe in peace evidently. That was what was wrong with humans. They aimed so low that they had faith in almost nothing- not even themselves sometimes. Zeke, however, was in no position to judge for he had his own inhumane issues.

When Ezekiel touched Valentines scar, the man quickly swatted his hand away causing sand to magically fly off of his own. There it was confirmed that he was indeed dealing with a mage. Interesting. The Desiertan retreated his hand and placed it on his own lap. The scar was a sensitive subject for Valentine and the last thing he wanted to do was make him leave so when he finally sat down again, Ezekiel would leave the matter alone. "Why do you assume that I chose to become a blood-sucking parasite. I was forcefully tuned by someone who thought I had potential- yet even then, even if I didn't have this incurable curse, death isn't the peace that I want. My family has been gone for a century and they are not my peace. Peace for me looks different then peace for most people." He paused, quickly thinking of a response for Valentines follow up remarks about how he felt about peace. "Peace is subjective, Valentine. Who's to say that I don't find peace in improving?" He asked with a devilish smirk. "Do you understand now?"

The vampire sat up, once again looking Valentine in his eyes. "Vampires don't age, they don't get sick and they hardly ever die. For some people it is a gift- a cure if you will..." he began, glancing over at the pocket the man had slipped his pills back into. "Not all vampires are monsters." Without actually saying it, he was offering to turn Valentine into a vampire right here, right now. It was the kindest thing he could do for someone who was obviously dying, and it wasn't everyday that he showed this kindness to a random human. Either way, whether Valentine shook the idea of altogether or considered it, Ezekiel realized that this man was filled with way too much emotion and it was all bottled up. "I think you need a drink, we're at a party after all." The vampire would grab the drink he had placed onto the table in front of them earlier- the same drink he hadn't taken a sip of yet before handing it to Valentine. Suddenly the music he had been tuning out seem to flood back into his ears. "Here, consider this an apology for ruining the mood."

The truth was that Ezekiel was a kind man. A lot of people would have an easier time believing otherwise due to the nature of what he was, but the Desiertan had spent an entire century beneath the ground- he really had nothing to be angry at. His superiors had taught him love, and so he carried himself with that energy. It was true that Ezekiel did not care about humans anymore than he cared about most things but he did a great job at being respectful. Valentine had dismissed Ezekiel more than once and he still allowed them man to breath. Any other Vampire probably wouldn't have let that happen. In many ways, Valentine was lucky to have met Ezekiel- of course, that didn't mean he trusted the blood-sucking Sentinel just yet. Though for someone who didn't quite trust him, he did drink the cup of liquid like he did. Ezekiel chuckled and shook his head. "Fair enough." He let out lightly. "Whenever you're ready then." A genuine smile stretched his lips as his eyes glued themselves onto Valentine's figure. He was such a beautiful man, so effortlessly slick.

Suddenly the sand mage's hand was extending towards Ezekiel. The Vampire's smile slowly transformed into a shy smirk, but he didn't turn away. Touched by the spirit of fun, obviously. Valentine seemed to have a slight change of heart. He mentioned his change of attitude had nothing to do with the opportunity Zeke presented to him, but instead had everything to do with his interest in the Desiertan mage. If there was one thing Ezekiel learned, it was to never trust a person's word- moreso when those words were being spoken from the mouths of men. Ezekiel wanted to believe that Valentine was genuinely interested, but he- for some reason- couldn't tell if the sand wizard was lying or not. Perhaps it didn't matter anyway? Tonight was about having fun under the dancing stars in the nightsky. It was about letting loose, and allowing their inner desires run rampant. This was Samhain city, the city of endless Halloween. Without hesitation the former-elf gently placed his silky smooth skin atop Valentine's, lifting himself with ease.

The music filled his ears, sending a tingling sensation through his body as he moved himself closer to Val, his hand still in his own. The Vampire stopped when their body's touched if Valentine hadn't pushed him away, then he would gently move Valentine's hand to his waist. After, Ezekiel would slowly roll his waist in a circular motion, his sun-lit eyes looking directly into Val's with that devilish smirk of his. Zeke was a pretty good dancer, able to move his waist without having to move his back at all, totally in tune with the music. "So.." he whispered loud enough for his new dance partner to hear. As a man walked past them, Ezekiel quickly stretched his arm to reach towards the cup he carried, then simply took it. No ifs, no ands, no buts. The man wouldn't even have a chance to fight back for it. "Hey!" The guy groaned, sucking his teeth as he stormed away. His night was probably only going to get worse, that's usually how the world worked. Ezekiel didn't even bother to look his way though, he felt nothing for the man. It was only a cup of tequila anyway. Quickly he chugged the drink.  

"Is Valentine a single man or does he belong to someone?" He wiped the corners of his lips before placing his arms onto Valentine's shoulders. "Not that it matters of course."

The night was getting older, but for a Vampire- someone who was ageless, there would always be other opportunities to indulge in a night of feeding. For now, he was far too occupied by the beautiful man in front of him. Ezekiel was brought closer to the sand mage, admittedly turning him on. He felt like at a moments notice he would he would just rip this mans clothes off and have sex with him right here. Ezekiel wasn't someone who cared much about what others thought of him- not anymore at least. Alas he kept on a leash like a dog. Valentine grinned and gave a modest shrug as he answered Zeke's question. Apparently he was the loyal type. In seconds the former-elf learned that if Valentine did have a special someone that he wouldn't have blessed the void party with his zestfulness. To sum it up, no, he didn't have a romantic partner. As someone who was dying you would think that would be one of the first things to cross off of his list.

Suddenly the black haired mafia-man leaned in and whispered in Ezekiel's air, lowering his hand on his waist. Chills ran up and down the Vampires spine and for a second he closed his eyes and let out a light moan in Valentine's ear. "Mmm..." He bit his lip. "I suppose you're right. I guess I wanted to make sure you were worthy to be kept." He flirted in a whisper before slowly bringing his head back so that his lips were only separated from Valentines by about a centimeter. If he had a heart, it'd be beating extremely fast in excitement right now. Then, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Valentine if the man hadn't rejected him. The man in front of him would taste his cherry red lip balm atop with his strawberry margarita flavored breath.

"Your honesty is appreciated." he'd say warmly after. "Tell me, Valentine...how would you like to end this night?" One of his hands would slowly slide to the man's chest, feeling his tie.

Being a Vampire did have it's perks. Everything was heightened so when Valentine whispered in his ears, the Vampire could imagine the sex. It would be passionate, definitely rough and perhaps chaotic. The Vampire licked his lips. Valentine wasn't the first handsome man he had come across and probably won't be the last in all honesty. The Desiertan magician could almost smell ambition on a person and something told him that Valentine had a lot of it, yet he didn't think too much of it. A man without ambition was not much of a man at all is what Ezekiel would say. After the savvy Vampire made his comment about keeping Valentine, the sand mage clapped back. He was smooth...almost as smooth as Ezekiel who honestly wasn't trying. That was the obvious difference between the two men. The sick mage's tone had changed entirely from what it was before. It was because he saw Zeke's worth. "I'm merely stroking your ego" He hummed, teasing the black haired honey.

Ezekiel's hands slowly began to slide down Valentine's chest as he responded. He caressed him, listening to his words carefully. After that short-lived kiss, he knew that Valentine was perhaps not looking for anything serious- or maybe he wasn't truly interested in Ezekiel, but that was the test. It was a quick, yet pleasurable connect. Val was doing well at keeping Ezekiel entertained which wasn't an easy feat for any human. The Vampire had little patience for anything dry and boring- especially if they were mere humans. Valentine was blunt with his words. He said he wanted the night to end with Ezekiel and him in a private room along with a few other things. The Vampire closed his eyes with a devilish smirk as Val's finger caressed his cheek. Emphasis on seeing him again. How cute.

"Look at that. Not too long ago you didn't want anything to do with me, now you don't wanna stay away..." Ezekiel ran his tongue over his fangs. "If I didn't know any better I'd think that you were running game on me." His hands moved to Valentine's tie before gripping it lightly. "I'll tell you what...how about we go to that private room you see us ending up in...and then..." He slowly stepped back, pulling Valentine along by his tie. "If you meet the standard... I'll come see daddy Valentine... whenever daddy Valentine wants." He chuckled.