With his back pressed firmly against one of the many cement pillars that made up the bustling train station, Vito tore yet another spent cigarette from his lips, and dropped the useless thing at his feet. It was becoming increasingly difficult for Vito to keep up with his nicotine-hungry lungs as he became more dependent on the drug - and if he was worried about the possibility of cancer, it most certainly didn't show as he fished another, plastic-sealed pack from a pocket within his suit. After peeling the thin, transparent sheet from the box, Vito slid a fresh cigarette in-between two of his fingers - but his eyes never left the crowd before him.
It was not often that Vito felt it necessary to leave Knockturn Alley - in fact, if it weren't for the sudden decrease in redheaded women in that area, he most certainly would have remained in his comfort zone for as long as he'd last... but Vito's addiction to nicotine was not his only bad habit. Perhaps if he learned to keep the women around for a little longer after they'd had their fun they would last longer - but like a spent cigarette, Vito found that he got no significant pleasure out of spending an evening with a female with whom he'd already 'affiliated'. It was a foolish decision, really; choosing to simultaneously satisfy both his lust for gingers and for blood. In fact, it was the very reason that he'd had to resort to visiting the train station that dull afternoon. If his supplies were running low, Vito would have to search elsewhere, which, unfortunately required quite a bit of effort, Vito realized as he stood and watched the crowd before him chatter. After a half an hour of picking through the ground, Vito had not once spotted a single strand of real, red hair - and he was becoming extremely aggravated; surely, they didn't all live in Ireland. He wasn't about to change locations simply to find a beautiful woman; no addiction was worth more to Vito than his kingdom, even if the withdrawal was a painful process.
Vito grumbled to himself, polluting the air with a poisonous combination of curse words and smoke; after his feet finally began to complain of the time that they'd spent, holding up Vito's weight without so much as a twitch, Vito come to the decision that he would have to settle for someone below his usual standards. Perhaps, Vito thought to himself, I'll put one of those beauty potions that I’ve acquired to use, he considered; if he could not find a ginger, perhaps he could create one. Zara Ellis had managed to pull of quite a convincing red color when she'd met Vito, after all. It would be no different with a beauty potion, he decided, and with a laziness about him, he held his hand out before him and began to make his finger hop from one random female within the ground to another.
"Eeny," his fingernail stopped on a blonde.
"Meeny" a brunette.
"Miney" a woman with jet black hair.
"Moe" Finally his finger came to a halt, and it was decided; a young brunette who looked to be no older than fifteen would be Vito's entertainment. In most occasions, Vito looked towards women who were in their twenties, but in truth, all human beings had begun to look like insects to Vito as one century after another passed him by. Four-hundred and fifty-five years it had been, and though Vito had stopped counting, the clock continued to turn...
Vito took another drag from his cigarette, and pushed off of the pillar with the heel of his favorite, polished shoes; he'd locked target, and was prepared to swipe the teenager from the crowd with ease.
OOC: It is official; Vito has reached an entirely new level of creepy. I apologize for this. I couldn't stop him.
Cue: Aurora Nye