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Name: Mabyn.
Race: Vampire.
Height: Tall.
Weight: Lithe. Built for acrobatics and martial arts.
Eye colour: Fiery. Shifting hues.
Hair colour: Blonde.
Skin colour: Pale.
Clothing: Black Leather.
Strength: Immortal strength and vampiric gifts.
Weapon: Blades, Shuriken, etc. She enjoys experimenting.

Name: Rex.
Race: Lycanthrope.
Height: Tall.
Weight: Athletic. Built for speed rather than brawn.
Eye colour: Yellow.
Hair colour: Dark brown when human, russet brown when wolf.
Skin colour: Natural.
Clothing: Torn jeans and a shirt, sometimes a cap and jacket. Comfortable fit.
Strength: Lycanthrope strength and gifts.
Weapon: Fists, fangs and claws.


Age

"How old are you, Mabyn?"

"Forgive me a moment," the vampire responds smoothly, gesturing towards Rex. "I was told this was to be a private interview. What, pray tell, is he doing here?"

"Well, ah..." Mr. Elliot, the interviewer, chuckles nervously. "Semi-private, you understand. Do you have a problem with this? I'm sure we could arrange--"

"She ain't got no problem with it," Rex interrupts, strolling forward. "She's jus' toyin' with yeh 'cause that's what she does best. Ain't that right Mabyn?"

"...Be a good boy and sit, will you? I'd rather get this over with."

"Yeah... Right," the werewolf drawls, sinking into a comfortable chair. "The puppy gags never get old."

Mabyn turns back to the interviewer, ignoring the lycan beside her. "Centuries old, Mr. Elliot. I am an immortal."

The interviewer nods briskly. "And you, Rex?"

"Twenty six. In human years o'course."

"Of course."


Habits

"What bad habits do you both have?"

Mabyn laughs and leans back in her chair, crossing one leg over her opposite knee. “Many have considered my lust for human blood to be one of my worst habits. What a beautiful addiction it is…” Pointedly, she studies the line of Mr. Elliot’s neck. The interviewer shifts uncomfortably.

“I smell like dog sometimes,” Rex ponders aloud, scratching at his stubble-lined chin. “Most werewolves do. Sorta comes with the territory, if yeh catch my meanin’. Suppose I could try washin’ my wolf form more often but then I’d have less time fer jus’ enjoyin’ mehself, wouldn’t I?”

Mabyn wrinkles her nose, advertising her distaste. “Disgusting.”

“Hey, look who’s talkin’. The walkin’ dead.”

Mr. Elliot clears his throat.


Sex Life

“You must forgive the impertinent question but the fans wish to know, you understand. Are either of you virgins?”

Rex grins slowly but Mabyn narrows her eyes, regarding the nervous man with one of her predator’s stares. “I really don’t think that’s any of your business... Or anyone else’s for that matter.” Leaning forward in her chair with the inherent grace of her kind, she flashes him a fanged smile. “Are you?” A set of immaculate fangs penetrating human flesh darts before his eyes. Shocked, he gasps and pulls back.

“Give it a rest, Mabyn,” Rex mutters. “Damned insatiable leeches…”

“You’re missing your opportunity to shine here, Rex.” The vampire smiles nonchalantly, relaxing into her seat once more. “Why don’t you inform our mutual friend about your many conquests with the women in your life?” Stifling a yawn with the back of her pale hand, she allows her eyes to drift closed. “I’m sure he will make for a most attentive audience. Wake me when you’re ready to move on.”

Rex scowls at the vampire for a prolonged moment, brooding quietly to himself. Unsure of how to proceed, the interviewer shifts in his chair.

“Naw, I ain’t a virgin,” Rex snaps at him irritably. “Next question.”


Love Life

“Do you have a mate, Rex?”

”Yeah.”

”Ahh… Might I ask her name?”

”No.”

”…Right.”

”Love and romance isn’t part of my philosophy,” Mabyn voices tersely, responding to Mr. Elliot with an elevated chin as he glances her way. “Can we move on?”


Family Life

“Do either of you have any children?”

Mabyn appears to consider this carefully before responding. “Yes. I have created other vampires so in a sense, they are my children.”

Rex shakes his head. “None that I know of.”

Mabyn’s taunting smile slinks slowly across her mouth but fortunately, she doesn’t look at Rex. Whatever she is thinking about the lycan’s reply is left unsaid.


Food

“What are your favourite foods?”

”Don’t ask ‘er that. Yeh’ll only encourage ‘er.” Mabyn begins to speak but Rex cuts her off, clearing his throat in preparation for his own answer. “Any sorta meat is always good. Even better if it’s raw.” The lycan grins wolfishly and Mr. Elliot shuffles through his papers, eager to move on to the next question.


Killings

“Your favourite ice cream… Ah. Let me see if I can find a… Ahhh. Oh.”

”What?” Rex asks, stretching towards him in an attempt to see the page. “What’s it say?”

“Have either of you killed anyone…” Mr. Elliot recites faintly, reluctant to meet the eyes of his guests.

“Oh,” Rex responds with a mild frown, settling back once more. “Yeah. I’m gettin’ the impression yeh don’t want the details though.”

“No. No, thank you.”

Mabyn, in contrast, lofts a set of slender brows, an eloquent protest flowing from her mouth.  “We come here to meet you and devote our precious time to your cause only to have you refuse the information we so generously offer? How frightfully ungracious. Didn’t your mother ever teach you manners?”

“I thought yeh wanted teh get outta here, Mabyn. Let the man do his job, will yeh?”

Mabyn pauses to stare at the lycan beside her who returns her gaze in kind. Eventually, she waves her hand with a theatrical sigh. “Fine. Continue.”


Hatred

“Do you hate anyone?”

Mabyn tilts her head, amber eyes traveling thoughtfully along the ceiling. “Yes. I suppose I do. Many of the people I have had cause to hate are dead now, however.”

Rex watches the vampire speak, tapping a set of fingers against the arm of his chair. His yellow eyes seem possessed by another presence as he turns them towards Mr. Elliot, regarding him with a certain look. “Yeah, sure. Who doesn’t have enemies? I’ve had people hurt me an’ those close teh me in the past that I’d like teh see pay fer it…”

“Naturally,” Mr. Elliot responds, avoiding the killer gleam in the lycan’s eyes. How he longed for a question that wouldn’t make him feel like he was about to be eaten alive by Mabyn, Rex… Or a combination of both.


Sleeping Habits

“Have you ever slept in all day?”

“Hell yeah,” Rex grins, perking up a little. “It’s the best time teh sleep. It’s a satisfyin’ thing teh be shamelessly lazy when all the other suckers are workin’ their collective asses off.”

Mabyn allows her own fanged smile to take full possession of her mouth, casting a glance towards Rex. “I couldn’t agree more.” To the interviewer, she then says, “For different reasons, you understand. I’m not entirely fond of sunlight.”

“Does it burn you?”

“Not exactly. Due to… Certain circumstances it will not destroy me if I am caught outside in it. It makes me uncomfortable and it isn’t good for my skin. I prefer to avoid it.”


…And Finally

Mr. Elliot shuffles his papers in front of him, gathering them into a neat pile. “Well, this has been most informative. Thank you both for your contribution.”

“No worries,” Rex drawls, kicking his boots up onto the interviewer’s table. “Now fer some shut eye. I’m gonna take meh’self a nap right here if that’s alright with you.” The cap on his head is drawn down over his eyes and both arms fold across his chest.

“Well… Actually,” Mr. Elliot protests, raising a finger. “I have some other people coming i—“

“Are any of them werewolves or vampires?” Mabyn asks.

“No,” He admits, a little nervously.

“Then I’d imagine it’s alright with you,” the vampire replies, flashing him a charming smile.