Alistair de Soirs
The name Matins came straight into his mind, he didn’t know why, for he had left that name behind a long time ago. But the faery, who called herself Shaylee, asked Alistair what his name was and for some reason, that was what popped into his head. ”My name’s Alistair,” said the vampire, holding out his hand as a sign of benevolence, ”Alistair de Soirs.”
As they walked into the forest of Shaylee’s domain, Alistair decided it’d be best if he tried to make amends for his unexpected presence, ”Excuse my intrusion into your forest, Shaylee. I didn’t mean to alarm you or your friend, it’s just a very new experience for me to see other supernaturals. As a vampire, I’ve had a rather human experience, traveling through populated cities of urban Europe. It’s only now that I’ve decided to head out on my own, so seeing angels, shape-shifting faeries, forests that don’t snow, are all still a little, as you said, shocking to me.” Before Alistair let out his next string of words, he looked towards the angel, Adonael, for a bit. The angel was sitting on a rock with his back towards them, his black wings hanging tightly to his back. Alistair hadn’t meant to pry earlier, but it all was still very curious that an angel, as old as he was, was down here, traversing a wilderness on earth. The vampire looked at him for a bit, still trying to figure out his reason for being here, but turned back to Shaylee when he remembered he still had something to say.
”Also, Shaylee, I can assure you that no hunting will be done on my part while in your area of the forest. Though I thirst for blood, I have other means of securing it. Everything in your forest will be safe,” Alistair said with only the slightest worry in his eyes. But he'd figure he'd find some way to get blood. Nothing in the faery's forest would have to be his next meal. In the pause that took place after he made his statement to Shaylee, Alistair took the opportunity to simmer down. He had been unusually energetic this night. But that he blamed on finally being free from his master.
Walking deeper into Shaylee’s forest, Alistair could only marvel at how beautiful and lush everything was. Animals ran cheerfully about the forest floor, night insects chirped and buzzed around, a cool breeze rustled the trees leaves every so often, and the soft earth beneath him felt like padded foam. Alistair smiled. It reminded him of his farmland in France that he had worked on in his childhood. Especially because it was at night, when the rest of the world was sleeping and made way for the nocturnal animals to burst into life.