((OOC: Lines of pure awesomeness up ahead. You'll know it when you read it. This is why I wasn't posting, I was waiting for something good to put into the post. Kudos to my online buddy for the pure crack.))

In his finely tailored black suit, Garth looked out of place in the mall, if nothing else. Surrounded by teenagers who were either wearing their lower-half clothes too high or too low; not only did it make him look over dressed, but it made everyone around him seem almost obsolete. Some of many reasons why he choose to shop only on occasion.

His dark tinted sun glasses reflected almost as much light as his bald head from the horrid florescent lighting, but he conveniently decided to ignore that fact. Garth had been picking up his order from Paradise Pens, as he had all of his pens custom made to avoid cheep, tacky brands. The pens even had his company logo on them, something Garth was particularly fond of. Nothing says power quite like a fine pine, but that was just a personal thought.

However, as he'd been paying for his order, his cell phone, a sleek black and silver colour scheme, of course, had began to ring. Garth had nearly groaned in frustration as his green eyes had swiftly read the caller I.D..

Steven Richardson, an intelligent young business man, but rather twitchy and scared to take risks. Newest member of Garth's menagerie; thus new to the concept of vampyres. More useless information passed instantly through Garth's head about Steven; twenty-four years old, 5'8" in height, skinny, very pale. Messy brown hair and bright green eyes. Single and he lived in a one bedroom apartment; though not for much longer.

Reluctantly, Garth flipped his phone open during the third ring, after paying for his order and thanking the cashier. He brought the phone to his ear as he began to exit the store, the idea being to go back to his limo which was waiting outside. He'd all ready bought his sunglass and stationary, so he didn't need anything more from this over crowded mall.

"Hello?" Garth said and a bored tone, though the person on the other end of the phone obviously hadn't noticed.
"Garth, is that you?!" Steve asked in a frightened sounding voice, as if he were standing on a chair to get away from a spider. Biting back a sarcastic reply, the vampyre answered calmly, "Yes, Steve, it's me. Is there a reason you phoned?"

Though he knew the answer, Garth thought it polite to ask anyway. The voice on the other end of the phone hesitated and he waited patiently, though a little annoyed, for the answer.
"Well, Garth... It's just... The vampyre thing..."
"You're going to need to be more specific." Garth answered calmly, he'd stopped at the door of Paradise Pens; he had no intention of screaming about vampyres over a crowd on rowdy teenagers outside in the halls. Not for the first time Garth wondered how the easily frightened Steven felt so at easy talking to him of all people; most people felt uneasy if not outright scared around him. He was a strange child indeed.

Steven began quietly, "Well, it's just that... What if when I change I just freak out and attack people?" He asked sheepishly.
"You mean from hunger?"
"Yeah, like what if I'm in a crowded place and suddenly I get this urge to eat or something?!"
Garth rolled his eyes behind his glasses, feeling a more than a little frustrated. For a law student, Steven relied a lot on things people said rather than the cold hard facts.
"I'm in a crowded place now, Steven. It's not that bad." He answered trying to keep the annoyed tone as he spoke.
"Where are you, Garth?" The squeaky voice asked from the other end.
"The Tabor Center. I'm shopping." Garth let the sarcasm slip for that sentence, but continued without the slightest pause, "And from the sounds of things, you're pacing around your apartment, again."
"You're in the Tabor Center?!?" Steve screeched into the phone, causing Garth to wince. "How can you be so calm and just walk around so easily?! What if you get hungry and like freak out and attack someone?!" Though the question was directed at Garth, there was also a hidden question. Steve was scared of hurting people; how cute. Though Garth just found it irritating about how much he obsessed over that fact; he was a business man. Business men weren't supposed to show weakness or a soft side.

"Have you ever been to a grocery store, Steven?" Garth asked with a sigh, the older man quickly came up with a example that even the rambunctious Mr. Richards would get.
"Well... yeah...? Of course I have..."
"Did you devour everything in sight?" Garth asked, knowing the conversation was almost over. It was like sensing victory.
"No." The voice answered sheepishly.
"Exactly." Garth answered in a tone that obviously meant the conversation was over.

With that he flicked his sleek cell phone closed, without even bothering to say goodbye. Though Garth was was able to hear: "Wait, but Gar--" from the other line before it had completely snapped shut. His thumb worked easily and he shut the phone off, he hardly wanted to deal with anymore of Steven's paranoia today.

Why did everyone he know have to be either annoying, idiotic or a fusion of the two?