What We Don't Want To See.

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He wanted to know the answer. Because it was amazing to know these things. Because if he met vampires that enjoyed killing and feeding or feeding while killing or playing with their food in any way that involved a lot of blood and pain, the elder vampire was all for it. He licked his lips gently and stared at Rosier quietly, awaiting the answer he might get. For when he did, he would apply that to Rosier personally and he wouldn't let the timid vampire forget it.

He narrowed his gaze as he looked back at the corpse of the sliced woman. Yes, he was pleased to have seen that. Only because he had taken his time and didn't try to be quick or hold back. Coriander wanted to see more. Maybe tonight. Or tomorrow. Or perhaps he would invite Rosier on a hunt. After all, there were plenty of humans in this city and not nearly enough fear to keep them off of the streets at night. Coriander wanted there to be fear and terror. That was how humans were supposed to live.

But he was getting tired of the lack of response from Rosier. The stuttering and the gulping was really starting to annoy him, but he didn't say or do much until he heard what Rosier had to say. Narrowing his pale gaze slightly, Coriander cocked his head a bit and muttered darkly. You're a horrible liar. he dared to say whilst he came a bit closer to the vampire he was judging. He put a hand on Rosier's shoulder and leaned down slightly to look him in the eyes.

And no... I haven't always killed like this. In fact, I had been such a bloodthirsty little bastard in my vampiric youth, I merely had no enjoyment dissecting people. Killing for me took nothing more than a simple slice across the throat. Or taking a person's head clean off at times... he answered and gave a gentle squeeze to Rosier's shoulder.

But then I learned just how tasty human blood is when they're terrified before death. And that's when I made the conclusion. Slicing and dicing while they're still alive makes a world of difference, you see. he pointed out and seemed to almost smile for a moment. So... Do tell me what you really feel, Rosier.. The Boogeyman wishes to know...

[Rosier Moore]

(( Sorry for the rather short reply D: ))

Rosier blinked, trying to keep his breathing calm. It was proving difficult. Even if he wasn't afraid of vampires, this one would have scared him.

"I...I have not lied. I do feel fantastic. But quite frankly, I'm not one for...messes," he stated simply. His clothing. The pieces of meat. The only mess that looked absolutely excellent to him right now was the blood on her body, and the pooling blood on the floor. The rest of it made him feel sort of sick.
"The blood looks good...it's just the meat that makes me weary," he admitted.

Rosier looked back at Coriander.

"But it was honestly the best meal I have ever had," Rosier straightened up a bit more, his shaking hands calming down a bit more.

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A truth in words was all he wanted. Whether someone hated or loved the way they got to kill was something Coriander was looking for. Lying to someone like him could have such bad consequences. Rosier could end up as a bad victim of some misplaced words and ill thoughts towards killing or dissecting in the way Coriander had provoked him.

If in fact Rosier didn't really like anything he had done himself, Coriander would add him to the 'list' in the back of his mind. A vampire that took no pride in killing. That didn't like what he was doing. A menace that would hold no meaning or advance in the vampire race as a respectable and monstrous creature to keep people afraid of the dark. Coriander wanted strong vampires to fuel his creativity. Like Julien and Denzel. Rosier was something mostly different.

But he stood there, listening to the vampire confess that he hadn't lied. He just didn't like messes. Obviously, this was something Coriander hadn't expected. A lot of vampires like himself and Veranda and Denzel... They seemed to enjoy messes. Julien as well. Why was Rosier any different? Hmmm... That explains it.. he stated and looked back at the body. Either way... I really do encourage you to continue this... beautiful work. It makes an old vampire like me glad to see. he stated.

He really was impressed with Rosier. From the sniveling and shaking thing he was to participate in some activity with the Boogeyman showed a lot. Coriander could actually learn a thing or two about cutting if Rosier was even better than this of course. So Coriander spoke up after a slight pause. I know you're afraid of your own kind, Rosier... But would you have any interest in joining a group of us? Those that see death and mutilation as an art to terrify the humankind? I think you have a talent that would be most beneficial.. And something the others can learn to do just as well as you.

[Rosier Moore]

Rosier found himself in quite the predicament, as anyone who knew his fear would be able to tell you. One way, he did not have to join this group- but face Coriander in the meanwhile. Surely the elder vampire would kill him in an instant. Rosier was, after all, just a pawn to him. A small toy, something he would use if he could, and discard if he did not.

On the other hand, he would be forced to be near multiple vampires at a time- sure, he knew that he might get over his fear of vampires doing so. But the one thing you fear most isn't exactly the best fear to try and get rid of first.

It all came down to two things- was he willing to risk his life refusing, or be in constant fear of his companions if he joined?
He gulped down one last lump in his throat, then knew what his final answer would have to be.

"I will admit that the offer you give me is not one that I want to take due to my fear..." he wasn't about to lie to the vampire. After all, an older vampire like this probably could smell the lies coming off of him.
"But it is all the more reason that I want to join this group...if I can overcome my fear, then there won't be much stopping me," he stood a little more straight, with a slight smile on his face.

Perhaps this would be Rosier's break- his way out of this fear.