Gabby's new friend looked angry. And he actually growled. As she glanced over at him, she could swear the veins in his forehead were going to burst at any second. She honestly didn't understand what the wolves were all so angry about, but it was a trait that seemed to run in the species. She shrugged off his demeanor, even though it irritated her slightly. Obviously she wasn't going to rip his head off.. even though she could if she wanted to. She was giving him all the right signs, and he was oblivious. Maybe being a downer was a trait that ran in the species as well. She silently sent up a prayer thanking that she was a vampire and not a werewolf.
He tensed as she touched his arm, and she just rolled her eyes. Whoever this guy was, he was obviously more werewolf than man, because a totally hot girl was flirting and all he could do was be angry. He seemed generally confused as well. Just because she was a vampire, it didn't mean all she saw was a wolf. She saw an extremely toned body and with an attractive face. that was really all she cared about. He walked ahead of her, and intercepted her path. She stopped quickly, and placed her hands on her hips. She cocked one eyebrow, waiting to see what this unpredictable man was going to do next. Surprisingly enough, he just responded to her, and didn't show any increasing signs of anger. "Oh yeah, I use them all the time when trying to pick up vampire girls. You blood suckers really go for the buff wolves."
Gabby smirked. Sarcasm was a language she could understand. "All I see in front of me is a buff man," she said, reaching a finger up to twirl a curl of hair. She leaned into him, making eye contact. "You are making it pretty damn hard, though." She stayed close to him a second longer, and then leaned back, returning to her previous stance. While she was still slightly annoyed her charms weren't working, she was still having fun. She liked to play after all, and he was making it a challenge. But she still planned to succeed. And even if she failed with this man, she would just set her sights on someone else. There were plenty of men in this little town, thank god.
"My name is Gabby," she said, wanting to hold out a hand, but figuring he wouldn't return the favor, she just kept it placed on her hip. "Although, you can call me blood sucker if you really want," she continued, a grin on her face. Gabby didn't stop there. "Now, do you have a name, or should I just call you dog?" Sure, it was slightly rude, but he did call her blood sucker after all. Perhaps he only talked in the language of mean. She could play that game too. Either way, she had to get to him, because he seriously needed to lighten up. Yet even though he had a ton of anger, she had a suspicion it would be well used in the bedroom. The thought made her stomach do somersaults, and only made her persistence grow.