When Andres reached L.A., survival needs would be met before he took any other action. He acquired himself a small basement flat, something suitable for a few days rest as he waited for renovations on his industrial home to be finished. Shorly after arranging his sleeping area he left the building to go find the sustenance that he so craved. Tonight he would treat himself, and have the sweetest meal he could find on one nights planning. After placing on a nice long red coat, he slipped in to buckled leather shoes and addressed his clothing to be sure his lines were straight. Not that he care how well he looked for his prey, only feeding his own sense of pride. The night that welcomed him was cool, but that didn't stop the stink of sin from lashing at his nose. The streets were polluted with drunks and whores, though some stayed secluded to their little worlds in the ally ways, some dared strut half naked on the street corners in full public. Andres payed these souls not a sideways glance. Though, their sustenance would be sweet, he had his undead heart sat on prey of another sort. Prey he would find making it's way down the ally way exit of one of the many small movie theaters in downtown L.A. A young couple, sophomores in high school at the oldest, walked snuggled together as they made their way back to the main street. 'Oh, their romance is so beautiful though! She gave up everything to be with him, even became a vampire for him! Oh, I would become a vampire in a heart beat.' Swooned the femme as she lie he head on her beloved beau's shoulder. The boy gave a sideways smile, speaking softly to her in return. 'Yeah, being a vampire would be pretty cool... Almost no weaknesses, never having to worry about anything, just living forever..' Andres chuckled out loud at this, causing the couple to stop and turn, looking where they came and at the vampire who walked behind them. "Never worry about anything, simply living forever and basking in our power. Mmm, do you wish to be a vampire, truly?" He questioned, an once they sat eyes on his face, they were his. A simple mind trick made it seem as if the man instantly appeared behind them, blocking their way to the street, and he approached them from that angle. "Do you want this power?" He grinned, fangs exposed to the couple. The femme went to scream out, and Andres felt the first surge of sweet fear flow in to him. Andres grabbed hold of her, and cuppe her mouth with a pale hand, enjoying the free flow of terror that slipped from her frame to feed his hunger. The male, in a foolish attempt at bravery, swung around to glare him in the eyes, and like a fool fell right in to the aura of fear that flowed from them. It wracked his body, almost as if he were in pain. His mouth opened to scream but out of it came no noise, only a hollow noise of air forcing itself from his lungs. His legs gave, and Andres glared down at him from above as he held te influence on him, sucking every drop of terror he could from him until he lost consciousness from it all. Then, he spun the femme in his hands, glaring down in to her eyes. He had been absorbing every drop of fear she generated from watching her magnificent knight shiver and fall, disgraced. Her emotion was as sweet as any drop of blood he had ever tasted. He asked again, grinning still. "So, do you want this power?" He mocked, glaring in to her eyes. When she didn't answer, he poured the influence in to her as well. After she wilted, he dropped her unconscious body on top of her companions and simply left them there. No harm was done to either body, no sign of assault, nor any sign of foul play. The memories of such a terrible fear would be buried so deep in their minds that years and years of therapy likely wouldn't bring it to the surface. Andres smiled at his handiwork then turned and drifted back off in to the night, off to prepare for the day to come, and to await the sleep that came with it.
