Luke sees the newly turned bite down on the male. His eyes widen and a wicked grin spreads across his face. His white hair covers the right side of his face completely, the black streak is pushed aside, going down the left side of his head. "Well, well, well." He steps out of the shadow of a tree with a short, heavy footstep. His face shows hunger, his eyes see food. His blood red iris' dart around on his pitch black sclera, examining the area and the humans. His iris' stop dead on the two and the moment he does, his grin widens. His black hoodie, draped around his body, his hands wide open and in a claw shape. He lifts his head, slightly tilting it to the right, the left side of his face is clearly shown. "Welcome." His voice echos within itself, like two people talking at once. His claw shaped hands close, into fists as they slowly go to his side. "Welcome," he repeats, "Vampire."