Ohohohohoh. Or, if you want something highly, epicly violent, we could have this one guy who loves your gal but she doesn't love him, and then this other guy comes along and lovey dovey stuff happens, and then the first guy goes all angry, and epicly violent lovey dovey stuff ensues. :DDDD -bounces up and down-

Whoot for copy+paste. |D

Sho, I is having two vampy bois and you're having hooman gal, right? o 3o

Zander was oblivious to the sounds of laughter and enjoyment of the teenagers around him who were enjoying the summer. His icy-blue eyes darted down to the ring on his right middle finger, a simple silver band with a black stone set in it, allowing him to venture out into the daylight. He still didn't like the feel of the sun, though, but he endured it today. He had seen, out of the library window, the sun passing behind some clouds, and decided that to be as good a time as any to get some fresh air.

Wandering out of the old building, Zander headed to the dock. He was wearing a loose black tank top, with baggy, black denim shorts that reached his knees. He saw someone sat out on the deck, with her legs dangling over into the water, so walked towards her. Settling down on the edge, far enough away that he wouldn't be considered a stalker or anything, he too allowed his legs to hang over the side and into the water. He was tall, six foot even, so his feet were in up to his ankles. He breathed in deeply the scent of the sea air, taking in at the sae time the scent of the human girl near him. It was, he decided, a scent he liked.

Zander ignored the fish in the water, deciding he liked the sound of the girl's voice as well as her scent. He also decided, at the same time, that he would very much like to get to know her more, and to find out exactly what else about her he liked. He thought there might be a lot.

 ''I am known as Zander,'' the vampire replied, his voice smooth and clear. ''And it is a pleasure to meet you, Chaston.'' He held out his hand for her to shake, ignoring when a fish swam right into his foot. Fish weren't the smartest of animals, he thought.

Zander chuckled inwardly, as she met his eyes, but looked quickly away. Was she nervous? How amusing, he thought. ''Very well, then, Chase. Are you feeling alright? You look a little... flushed.'' Of course, he knew there was nothing wrong with her. He just wanted to tease her some more for his own amusement.

He remained staring into her eyes unblinkingly, although it wasn't really all that fun because she wasn't looking back at him. Dissapointing, he thought.

Zander grinned as he saw the way she was reacting. So, he was making her nervous. Very nervous, at that. ''Well, that's a nice thing to say, isn't it?'' He scoffed, shaking his head a little, so that the shaggy raven locks of his hair fell in front of his eyes. Not bothering to brush it back, he locked eyes with her once more.

''Yes, I am perfectly alright. I would, however, find it easier to prove that, if you ellaborated on what you mean by weird.'' He gave a slight chuckle at the end of the word 'weird', unable to hold it in.

Zander smiled, but didn't move, as he tried to come up with a way to explain those things without weirding her out. Most of his speech manerisms were because they were from a different time period, but he couldn't say that.

''True, I am not an 'average Florida boy'.'' He replied after a moment. ''I wasn't born here, I moved down recently. I was taught by my parents that you make eye contact when you speak, because you convey more with your eyes than with your words. As for being old and wise... Well, I'm only seventeen, so I have no clue what's going on there.'' He chuckled as he finished up, th lie coming easily to him. In truth, he had lived for over three hundred years, but he would never admit that to her.

''Besides,'' he added, ''I don't believe you are an 'average Florida' girl, either. If you are...'' he paused for a moment, ''I think I shall like it here very much.''

''Yes, help would be appreciated.'' Zander replied, smiling, glad she had bought his excuses. Maybe she wasn't as smart as she appeared, or maybe he was just a good liar. Either way, it got her to look eye to eye- literally- with him, so it didn't really matter about the reason.

''And if you don't want to walk, we could always take my bike...'' He suggested, referring to his motorbike in the parking lot behind the library. ''Do you happen to know if there is a music store anywhere? I need to get my piano fixed up, and I presume a music store would know of someone capable of the repair job.''

''Heh, I don't know of many people who would call a Harley Davidson a bicycle.'' Zander said, chuckling, as he too stood up. ''Other side of town, you say? Well, we best get going then, hadn't we?'' He smiled warmly, stuck his hands in the pockets of his shorts, and nodded in the direction of the parking lot, before starting to walk.

''You speak about this man as if you know him personally. Is he a friend of yours?'' He asked, tilting his head to one side, and not tearing his eyes away from hers. It would be interesting if she did have personal ties to him. She seemed to be a rather interesting girl.

[[Homg I has an idea of how she can meet Guy No. 2. He could be working for old man Zeagler for the summer or something. |D]]

[[Well, they shall both be uber charming und sweet, although one shall have this super dark side. So, whichever one she ends up connecting to most, 'cos one'll have a really laid back personality, but kinda rude sometimes, and the other'll be all gentleman-like the whole time, but really highly-strung.]]

Zander chuckled and smiled. ''He does sound like a nice man, then.'' He said, smiling warmly as he walked over to his bike, a large, black Harley Davidson King, and swung his leg over the side. He picked up a red helmet that had been slung over the handlebars, and handed it back to her.

''Here, I only have one, so you'll have to use mine.'' He smiled again, and waited for her to get on behind him.