Treat You Better (Humanity)

She seemed to hear of Yamm, something about bedtime stories and the like of that. Well, truthfully that wouldn't have surprised him, Yamm was quite the trickster, demonic lineage might know of some of his exploits, or his outsider type perspective and dealing with mortals. Alexander The Great, Cleopatra, The Alchemist, even several princes of Hell had a bone to pick with the ever tricky Primordial.

She bopped his nose. She made mention of him being fleshy and a soft meat bag and immediately he began to grow uncomfortable with the thought. But when he spoke his piece asking to hear of her she all too happily replied to him. She was Chelle Takeiro, a textile tycoon and then she raised her hand, the skin paling to a dusky grey.

The sudden transformation continued to cause Humanity to jump out of his skin a little, his heart pumping faster and faster as he let out a small hiss through his nose, an attempt to slow and regulate his heart rate. His heart would very quickly regulate itself, though the initial jump was nothing less than sheer terror to him it would seem. Runes slithered across her skin in a slight crawl, slithering across as her new form revealed with majestic twisted horns adorning her head. A purple fire ignited within the palm of her hand, and Matthew watched as she began to play Pictionary with her strange otherworldly powers. The visual greatly assisted in the audio-book version of Queen Rochelle; an Autobiography, as if things like "taking matters into my own hands" didn't sound ominous enough, now it was accompanied by the visual of a fire woman stabbing a fire man and then sitting on the throne before a larger brightly formed symbol formed, the symbol being one that Matthew had recognized from the ring.

How could such a beautiful woman with such beautiful eyes be something that he was so freaking cautious of. Those fangs specifically were something he didn't much care to see, especially with blood being pumped into him and comments about him being a meat-bag having been stated just moments prior. He shifted a little and offered back a small smirk and a nod.

"Wow, ruler of an entire realm. I won't bore ya with the trivial life I've had this time 'round." He said rather plainly, though he seemed to simply move his mind from one topic to the next. "Anything you wanted to ask me, or can I get to work on actually salvaging this date?" He asked as he reached over and yanked at the needle from an acute angle, using a tissue from the nightstand to press and apply pressure to the small bleeding spot as he kicked his feet over the side of the bed and blinked. Truthfully he didn't feel too much better, but the dizziness and the light-headed feeling was beginning to subside, he had gotten enough blood back to the point that his body could corrected itself back to it's homeostatic regulations. He looked up to Chelle with a slight smirk, waiting to see which she would choose. Either way, he intended to get started on salvaging this perceived travesty and moving on to something more proper and acceptable than bleeding out and dying in a hotel room to demonic pictionary. Although he had to admit....it was....kinda fun.

She would ask to see his arm, to which he didn't exactly hesitate. Honestly he wanted to trust her and her restraint, as he was still alive up until now, so he could entrust her once more. After all, he was already so far into this... of course then she did something rather strange, licking his wound and her saliva causing the puncture mark to quit bleeding. He had forgotten that vampire saliva had the coagulative property in order to help them conceal their bite marks on their victims. He was grateful but actually felt a twinge of guilt when she felt the need to express the fact she wouldn't bite him again. He found himself almost relieved when she agreed with some enthusiasm that the date should be salvaged. He wasn't entirely sure how he was going to do it yet, but an idea would come to him. He just needed to think...

Use that brain for more than killing metahumans and the occult creatures....

....damn this was hard.

Chelle came closer and kissed him, bringing him a moment of revelation as he broke away for a moment and smiled. This may have just been the best idea he could have ever thought of. The problem though would be a matter of time, but seeing as the night was only half over he had no problem at all going until the sun set the next day.

"Crazy idea. Follow me." He said as he broke off and made his way to the hallway, her hand in his as he seemed to pull her along into a very strange adventure. But it wasn't without it's own little interruptions and irritations.

First he had taken her to an alleyway where he revealed a rather strange motorcycle, one that required his thumb-print and retinal confirmation before starting. Immediately he had the queen sitting behind him, and they road through the night, speeding as the cool, crisp air sheered past them, the roaring of the engine sending out angry echoes through the city streets as they tore through like bats out of Hell, a so aptly made comparison. The travel was a substantial one, it took longer than shadow stepping, that much was for sure. But when they finally got there, it was certainly a sight to behold.

The Griffith Observatory, one of the most beautiful sites in Los Angeles. It offered a beautiful view of the city lights against the inky void of the night sky. He had one more place after this, but it still wasn't late enough. He killed the engine and the cycle's rumble subsided into a blissful rest. Swinging his leg over he offered his hand to help the adorable amalgam off, giving her a twirl before shifting the seat to reveal an unfolding compartment with a rather impressive plethora of goodies. He took care to quickly withdraw something from a small refrigerated unit in the bottom before closing it and moving his stuff around and taking out an old costume. it wasn't his Humanity attire, but it was something...different. Humanity looked to Chelle for a moment and gave a slight smirk.

"As great as you look in that dress...you might wanna change into something a little more.... up to speed. I'll meet ya at the top." He said, insinuating that perhaps a ballroom gown and the prim and proper attire wasn't the best choice for what he had planned. Matthew would excuse himself a moment to take off the purple overcoat and slide on a sleeveless wic shirt and then the grey fabric overtop of it. Stepping into the suit and emerging it was quite clear by the slightly reflective surface that this was a suit of an entirely different kind. With a text message sent off, Humanity could only smirk, knowing full well his surprise would be done in a very timely manner. The bonuses of having some rather fast friends. When Chelle returned to meet him at roof of the observatory he would reveal that what he had taken from the refrigeration unit was nothing other than two bottles of water. He twisted one cap, snapping it open and extending the other one to her if she should want it.

"I know this is gonna sound crazy... but what would you say if I told you that I've got a surprise for you? BUT for you to find it, you're gonna have to keep up with me. Think the big bad mistress of the night can keep up with the human?" He asked. He honestly was just hoping that her sheer curiosity kept her on the hook at this point. It would be interesting to see how she'd react when he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek before saying "For Luck!" and then turning to run off of the roof. Before he jumped he placed goggles down from his forehead to his eyes. He leapt from the building, and when he did so he opened his arms and wing like webbing appeared, Matthew flying fast as he zipped off towards the distance.

He had no real chance of out-flying a being such as her, he knew that mostly before he stated he'd race her. Then again part of that was more of a distraction than anything else. He needed to keep her mind busy, to which he did a perfectly fine job when she chased after him almost immediately. He hadn't been able to see her face, but he could only imagine one of concern on her face. Then again she did have impeccable taste in skill and talent if nothing else. Okay, now he was just being egotistical to compensate.

"I'm counting on it." He shouted back as they whipped through the night sky. At one point he even managed to spiral and corkscrew showing off a little of his airborn acrobatics as he began to careen off to the side. He was headed straight towards a suburban area. Every so often a whipping noise could be heard as Humanity shot out and used his grappler to tie to a building to whip himself back up in altitude before he fell to his death. it was a nice fly though, a beautiful night and just when it couldn't get much better they cleared the shroud. That was when you just reached the point where you're coming out of light-polution and the stars seemed to just melt into existence. Initially he called it "piercing the veil" but then he met "The Veil" who just so happend to be into the exact same music as him...they had vehicles they both named after the same old band and it was just... magic. Fireworks everywhere. More fireworks than when Matt and Chelle kissed. No literally fireworks when off because Humanity tied a guy to about 100lbs of fireworks and a hoverpack. A lot more magic with Chelle though.. Anyway, because The Veil was such a swell guy and Humanity didn't wanna go "Humanity" on his face he renamed the phrase. End of expositional and irrelevant information.

After but a few more moments Humanity pulled back, getting ready to do his usual land but before he did several little lights began to appear on the ground. A smug smile on his face forced the cocky and somewhat annoying human to descend, tucking and rolling from his landing only to stand up and start raveling up the flight suit. He landed and looked around for with a mental checklist. There were candles lit systematically, there were two chairs and a table, though the tablecloth was actually an off shade of maroon rather than red as he had texted. He wouldn't be overly harsh in remembering that however. There was a radio playing some of the late night music. Despite having just come from a more formal area and now eing less formally dressed, Humanity had decided to keep the tone a bit more...sophisticated. He wasn't quite sure his week human heart could handle the club right now. But make no mistake...he was dragging her to a club at some point. REGARDLESS!!! Matthew looked to the woman and with a broad smile he said...

"My Queen, a night amongst the stars?" He asked with a little bow, though if he was being playfully patronizing or just a dork was...unclear. Okay he was being a dork, but that isn't any different than normal.

She had stated he had outdone himself and he couldn't help but beam a smile, a little bit of a cocky one, but a smile none the less. He couldn't help but feel that nagging perfectionism of his eating away at the slightly different colored cloth as he walked over to pull out a chair for the Queen. He'd let her sit before pushing it in and walking over to his seat and sitting down with a sigh, taking his accessories off of his face. He took in the fresh night air and looked about. It was easy to lose track of time and how tired he really was. He let out a relieved sigh as he looked around and nodded.

 "Well I hope to outdo myself a lot in the future too. Especially when I figure out how to stop...whatever it was that happened earlier." He said as he raised a glass from the table and tilted it towards her. "To living through the night as if there were no tomorrow." he said with a smile, waiting to see if she would add anything else to what he said or if she would just toast the glasses...or ignore it entirely. He doubted she'd do that, but it was possible. Tonight, this morning, until the sun rose all that mattered in the world was what was right here at this table.