Roderick stretched his arms as he entered the large estate, suitcase over his shoulder. The red haired vampire knew all along that the vampire he was replacing would have met an unsightly demise and he'd get drug out into the middle of nowhere to babysit. I was having a grand time with that brunette too.. The male mused mentally, images of her in his hotel bed flooding back to him. It drew a small grin to his mischievous and otherwise annoyed features. Though it didn't last long, it was replaced with even more annoyance, reminding him of how his rendezvous was cut dramatically short to bring him here. He slung open the front door, his lemon-lime eyes scanning around, until he heard noise in a nearby room, flicking the door shut, Roderick followed the sound until his eyes fell upon several unfamiliar faces. He recognized at least three of them, "Ah. What a pleasure.." Roderick rolled his eyes. He didn't exactly meet all of the other three vampire's formally before, but he recognized their faces from times he'd passed them on the road. He did however know of them.
He was next to an empty couch in mere seconds, eyeing it carefully before throwing himself over it's arm lazily. It was rude and careless, but still it somehow passed off as a graceful gesture, considering how swiftly and effortlessly he'd carried out the action. Roderick although his disposition as if his body weight nothing, "So? Why's everyone gathered here?" He quirked an uninterested eyebrow, "I heard the last guy got mauled.. so here I am, the lucky replacement.." He flashed a toothy grin, "So which one is mine?" He eyed Melita first, then Hikari, finally he looked to Azalea. They're all pretty decent.. I heard I was getting a female..but which one?
The black haired one was injured, marking her off instantly, he wasn't into the clumsy type, Then there was the pink haired one who seemed to hold an attitude problem (Azalea) and the cherry blossom toned girl with the shyer appearance (Melita). His eyes widened before he collapsed on the sofa, images flashing in his third eye (precognition), first he saw himself screaming at the figure of what seemed to be a girl, then he saw blood on the floor, and finally the image a tall figure he couldn't quite make out. The whole time his vision took place, it appeared like he was experiencing an epileptic seizure, but it's just how Roderick's visions worked. He'd get a random trigger and the process would hit him like a bag filled with a dozen bricks. It wasn't a beautiful process, but it did come in handy to say the least. Well, if he managed to somehow decipher their meaning before they played out. Roderick laid there, holding his head afterwards, feeling his body regenerate itself. The visions didn't come free. It often exhausted his body, the price of seeing what has yet to come. He kept his eyes closed, counting in his head to keep his cool. He always felt an intense thirst after a vision, the bleeding girl in the room was teasing his tastebuds, his gums whining for him to take a bite, or twenty..