Haunted Wood Hosts of the Air

Abaddon's eyes followed those of the youngster as he took looked behind the dark boy to see if anyone would come rushing out now that Abaddon had made his move. If they were watching, they would certainly come out now. But no one came. The warm and cold stare returned onto the boy as they both confirmed the lack of Nightwalkers coming to get the boy. Poor thing. 

Oh? And what about me has you intrigued? The boy sounded dull, but that didn't make him boring to the vampire. Not at all. Abaddon still wanted to snatch this boy away. For a few days, a month maybe, some time whatever length it was was irrelevant. Should he tell the boy that he too interested the pale man? Or was that too creepy to admit just yet... too creepy, Abaddon has decided.

For now he would remain standing, casually, relaxed even - not wanting to sit down or even lay down to come to the boy's height should someone still come bursting out of the woods to apprehend the possible threat to their youth.