Indigo was hungry. She went to the subway, looking for some...unpleasant...characters to serve as her meal. She had to get out anyway. She was feeling restless, she didn't have anything to do. Perhaps she would go clubbing? She boarded the first train to stop. It was almost empty, most people were already home or getting drunk somewhere. She took an empty seat and gazed at the others around her, fighting the urge to pounce on the closest mortal. She sighed and looked out the window, trying to keep her mind of her lust for blood.

"Scusi," Mathius said, pushing by people and sitting down next to a girl on the subway car. He didn't sit there for any reason except he wasn't in the mood to be crowded in next to those other people...

Mave looked up as a man sat next to her. She studied him for a moment before she smiled. At the moment her fangs small and only noticeable if you happened to be looking for them. "Hello," she greeted softly.

"Buon giorno a voi, la mia signora." he nodded, smiling himself and revealing teeth of the similar manner. The teeth seemed to go together perfectly with his blue hair and eyes and his sixteen-year-old body: anyone would guess that he was just some teenage punk...

"Oh...you don't speak English?" Indy asked, looking slightly crestfallen. She was hoping to maybe chat a bit. But foriegn languages weren't exactly her gift...

"Yes, I just do not find it to my interest." the 'boy' nodded, smiling.

"Not to your interest?" she grinned a little and pushed a curl out of her eyes. "Hm...well, that sucks, I suppose...best i can do is a little bit of Pig Latin." Indy grinned. She was in an oddly good mood all of a sudden.

"Pig latin..." he wondered aloud, "I've never heard of it. I've certainly heard of Latin. I studied it in Venice." he nodded, suddenly in a talkative mood.

"Ever-nay eard-hay of-may ig-pay atin-lay?" she asked, trying to look shocked. Her eyes glittered with amusement. "Its kind of a kid language, you know. I never really was into the whol foriegn language scene." She eyed him. "You've been to Venice?"

"yeah, I was in venice for eight-hu..." he stopped at mid-sentence: he had been abiut to say eight hundred years... "Eight years..." he ended.

"Ah...kewl. Your parents move ya there or something?" she asked. He didn't look old enough to have lived in Venice and learned to speak Latin.

"Nope. They died a long time ago. I went there by myself..." he answered shortly, hoping to avoid that subject. "So how about yourself? What are you doing in a subway car in the middle of the night?" he asked curiously.

"By yourself?" she looked kind of confused. He couldn't be older than her. Well, older than she looked, anyway. 18 at most. That would make him 12...it didn't add up. Unless...She shook the thought off. Impossible! "Just bored. Checking out the night life."

"Yes, the night is great." he smiled, "The sun burns too much, but the night is great."

"Yeah..the sun." Indy caught herself staring at him. Could he be a...? Well, she couldn't ask, just in case he wasn't. "I like the night much better."

"Too many mortal kids though," he began, not catching his slip up, "Loud and obscene little fools..."

"Mortal kids?" she looked at him, eyebrows raised. "And what, persay, would you mean by that?"

"Nothing..." he mumbled quickly, shaking his head.

"No, its ok...I know what you mean," she smiled a little. "I don't like them either. Tiny bit envious, I suppose. But just a tiny bit."

"Are you a...?" he began, not being able to say the word.

"Vampire?" she said, whispering and looking around for eaves droppers. "Yeah. Been one for...uh...while."

"Same here." he smiled, "Nine-hundred years..."

She laughed. "Boy, you got me beat! I'm like 50...so 50 minus 17 is, like...uh...43? ish?" she shrugged. "Doesn't quite matter, I suppose."

"No, you begin to lose count." he smiled.

"Yup...lose count. I mean,when you've got all of eternity ahead of you, birthday's kinda seem pointless, don't they?" she smiled a little

"Very," he nodded his head in a buisness-like way though he was kidding, "Not to mention if I had nine-hundred and sixteen birthdays, they would get very boring after a while..."

She laughed. "Wow, man, and I thought I was old!" she grinned at him and whistled. "Wow...916...Jeez, guess that's why you spent 800 years in Venice?"

"Yeah, eight-hundred in Venice, twelve in Manchester and one-hundred and four in Deleware. But don't worry about age: you'll be nine-hundred some day." he smiled. "I wish I could tell you that time goes by quickly, but it goes by miserably slow..."

She nodded. "Yeah, I figured." She shrugged. "It'd help if everyone didn't...you know, die." She sighed softly. "Happy thoughts, eh?" She chuckled sadly. "At least there's no one to bother you, though. That's always a good thing. No parents to get on your case for all those wild parties! And you have time to travel!"

"Yup, for the rest of eternity." he sighed with a nod.

"That's why we have the Covens, though," she said. "So we're not so alone. I hate that word, alone. Its so depressing!"

"Covens, huh?" he laughed, "I'm an independant."

"Aha. Well. Nevermind, then," she shrugged a little. "So. Where're you headed this lovely evening?"

"No idea." he smiled, "I don't even know why I came here. Canada, of all places." he shook his head.

She laughed. "Why do any of us go anywhere. Fate, perhaps?" she shrugged. "So...if you don't have any plans, you can always hang with me..."

"Sounds like a date to me." he smirked.

She grinned. "Date, date or like...the day kinda date?" she teased, feeling a little embarrassed at her forwardness.

"Date date." he said bluntly. He tended to lean towards the straight-forward side.

She grinned again. "Oh, good then. So we're both thinkin' the same thing!"

"Where do you want to go?" he asked with a smile, knowing he had the money for anything she dished out.