Alistair de Soirs
That was it. That was the supernatural thing, or at least one of the supernatural things, that Alistair had sensed. A few seconds before that, he was talking to the human woman. She seemed cold and really fragile but Alistair was in too much into his own head to figure out what to do next. He was prepared to protect the both of them if it happened that any supernatural creature were to come out and attack them, and then suddenly one came running up to the woman and ordered her to run back.
The supernatural was ancient. Black, imposing wings spread out aside his body and purple eyes filled with decades of pain and torment flared up and stared Alistair dead in the eye. Alistair would have attacked the supernatural if not for the words the being spoke to the woman. He, the black angel, was protecting her. Therefore, Alistair needed to assess the situation before doing something too rash.
“What are you doing here?” the angel said angrily, snapping Alistair out of his inner thoughts. Alistair decided it’d be best if he answered back quickly this time. The angel had to be much more powerful than Alistair, especially because Alistair hadn’t fed on live, human blood for the better half of the century. But that weakness was something he needed to hide, or perhaps, in this particular case, exploit.
“Sorry, angel, for having disturbed the both of you. I wasn’t able to talk about such things with the human, but with you I’m sure I am safe telling you what I am. I am sort of your opposite, though I am a bastardized version, diluted by multiple bloodlines, to become what they call the vampire. I was on my way to seek out this part of the forest, as it was the only part of the forest that was in full bloom, but when I arrived, I sensed a high concentration of other supernaturals in the area. One of them I suppose being you. It is why I paused right in front of your paradise, for I otherwise would have just entered.” He looked at the angel, eyeing him carefully as he did the woman. But as he began analyzing the stance and fieriness in the angel’s face, he decided further explanation would be required of him in order to come out of the situation in one piece.
“I don’t want to fight you,” the vampire said, removing the intensity in his eyes so that his intentions were not mistaken, “It isn’t so much because I mind fighting, but because we both know you could snap me in half in a heartbeat. I just arrived here, seeking the seclusion of New Zealand as a shelter. I just didn’t know how many supernatural beings inhabited the area. It surprised me and made me question if going further into the forest was my best choice for my survival.” Alistair paused for a moment.
The words that he had spoken so far had been motivated by the purpose of persuading the angel to realize that Alistair wasn’t a threat to the forest or the woman. But, with many questions on his mind, the vampire’s following words were motivated by a general curiosity about the woman and the connection the human woman had with this ancient creature. So the second these words formulated in Alistair's head, he blurted them out carelessly, ”Speaking of survival, it seems the young woman you are protecting has managed to stay safe in this freezing forest filled with supernatural,” Alistair said, losing his former tact he had adopted in choosing the words he spoke to the angel, ”Now this situation, of course, has brought up a lot of questions for me. But the main one is not about the reason why you are protecting her. You seem to be some sort of angel; it makes sense that you would protect a human being. But instead, my question comes up being, ‘why is an ancient divinity such as yourself (no doubt some sort of angel) wandering around in the cold wilderness of New Zealand, in a concentrated area of other supernaturals, and on earth, a place so far from heaven?”