the king i could become

Alastair "Ali" Rose, 29, Vampire

[patissieralastair]

nxfarious​:

“Did what again?” 

Seth’s patience had been running really thin lately so this cryptic statement didn’t do much to ease the vampire’s general state of irritation. 

“Speak clearly. I ain’t got all day to try and decypher whatever it is that you’ve done? So, by all means, spare me the mystery and just get on with it.”

Dark eyes fell over the bunch of papers again. Fuckitty fuck. He really didn’t feel like dealing with shit like that — oh fucking well. 

“No – better yet, let me guess. You killed a slave – punched the High Priestess in the groin? Set one of the mutts on fire?”

The baby vampire didn’t answer right away, waiting for the other to finish his rant. It was clear that Seth was in a poor mood, and Alastair really wasn’t one to try and test other vampires.

Especially the king.

“I...don’t think I’d be alive if I did those last two things,” he murmured softly. “I did the slave thing again.” A pause. “I can just leave if you want me to. It seems like you’re busy, Sir.”

[patissieralastair]

witchymicah​:

“You’re no fun.” Micah rolled his eyes and slid off the countertop with an exaggerated sigh. "And what I do is hardly evil, spoilsport. Unless maybe you live in a children’s cartoon.” Which given his profession, maybe he did. Slipping some money across the counter he continued to ogle the pastries. “Better to do? What’s better than your baking?” He said with mock sweetness. “Besides, I like to actually feed my rentals.” No feed from them he thought with a smirk. “They’re all so skinny.”

“No. I’m not any fun. And I haven’t been fun since I got stuck here,” he grumbled. “It’s evil because you take things that make me money. You need money to survive here. You should know that.” Alastair was luckily in a better position than the civilian. His nose wrinkled up as the other continued to speak. “You’re not going to charm me by complimenting my baking, nor am I in the mood for you to prey on my pity for slaves.”

[patissieralastair]

witchymicah​:

“Sweet Alastair,” Micah sighed and leaned against the counter. His eyes scanned the freshly baked goods as he wondered which one he’d taste today. “I don’t steal.” He said innocently, batting his long lashes. “We both know you like giving me your pastries to try. You’ve got such a generous heart after all.”

“You know, I could probably report you to Miss Raenella if you keep using your powers for evil or I could complain to King Seth.” He was sick of people stealing his sweets. They weren’t easy to make and he put his heart and soul into every pastry. “Do you not have anything better to do?”

[patissieralastair]

[witchymicah]

“Wake up on the wrong side of the coffin there, cutie pie? Looks like you could use a little pick me up.”

[patissieralastair]

Alastair stared blankly at the witch. “I am in a bad mood because you’re here again, Micah,” he replied with a dramatic sigh. “Are you going to try and steal my pastries again? Because I already deal with one very annoying vampire doing that.”

[bldrxse]

Han made it a habit to check up on business partners. Partially out of good practice but also out of enjoyment. Some of them always seemed to get so nervous when he came around. Others often granted him with a gift or two and he could hardly resist something such as a gift. When he’d come to the island, Haneul had made it a mission to buy what he could from the buildings on the island and he’d been leasing them out to those who saw fit to try their hand at some novel business idea.

One of his favorites happened to be a bakery. He certainly did enjoy walking in and smelling the sweetness. It almost reminded him of his favorite human. Almost. But alas, today was not purely business needs. No, he sought after something delicious and to make friendly conversation with the owner of the baker. “Oh, Alastair,” Han sang out as he waltz in with no mind to current customers. “Are you hiding somewhere back there?” @patissieralastair​

[patissieralastair]

If not for the fact that Alastair was dealing with customers himself at the current moment, he would have ducked into the back the moment he got a whiff of Han approaching. Unfortunately, they were short staffed at the moment and he really, really needed to hire more people. 

Especially if it meant dealing with this vampire.

However, even with the customer in front of him, it was almost instinctual of him to suddenly duck behind the counter the moment he heard the other’s voice. Alastair could not deal with vampires in general, but he could especially not deal with Han. “No. I’m not here. Please come back when there are fewer customers.”

[nxfarious]

@patissieralastair​

Sitting around in his office, Seth kept staring at the bunch of papers laying around over his desk – what a fucking mess!  He couldn’t be bothered to go through them and, in all honesty, he should have hired someone to take care of that rubbish for him. There were better things for him to tend to – like Babylon, or the slaves, or finding a walking punching bag that he could let out his pent-up frustrations on. But, no, he had to stay in his office and pretend to care about all of this shit and all of the crap people thought was reasonable to send his way. 

Good fucking thing, the knock on his door seemed to pull the King right out of his trance, eyes snapping in the direction the sound came from. 

“Come in.” 

[patissieralastair]

Alastair was exhausted. He’d once again tried to go off of blood, as the mere thought of partaking in what was necessary for his survival made him sick to his stomach. Part of him hoped his psyche could just take it and that he’d eventually fade to nothing. Unfortunately, during his blackouts after starving himself, he might have had the tendency to rent some poor unsuspecting human.

And it had to have been the fifth time this had happened. His parents were scolding him for all the fines (they were, after all, helping support his living) -- and they demanded he go to the king to figure himself out. He was the strongest vampire after all.

But here he was, and as he opened the door and entered the office, he found himself awkwardly standing as far away from the King as he possibly could. There was definitely a level of fear towards other vampires that still lingered.

“...I did it again.”

[patissieralastair]

Look what the cat dragged in ! People say that [ALASTAIR ROSE] holds an uncanny resemblance to [CHACE CRAWFORD], that they appear to be [29] years old and it is rumored they prefer to be addressed as [HE/HIM]. We do wonder; does the [VAMPIRE] enjoy their life as a [MASTER]?

Name: Alastair “Ali” Rose Age: 29 Species: Vampire Status: Master/Patissier/Owner of Bakery Sexuality: Homosexual, Bottom, Submissive About:

Alastair was born to a wealthy family from New York and given everything he could to succeed from the moment of his birth. The youngest of three, he never had the responsibility of possibly taking over the large corporation his family owned. That meant he was largely spoiled, though his family also didn’t think as highly of him as they did his elder brother and sister. Regardless, he was sent to the best school in order to get training and a degree in being a pastry chef.

About a year ago, he was attacked while walking home at night by a vampire. In the fight to try and protect himself, he bit his attacker and ingested his blood -- meaning that after the vampire finally got the upper hand, he became infected himself. 

After being in the hospital and his family paying people off, they realized they needed to transfer him to some place safe and so he was sent to Corpus with a large amount of funds to start a business and to establish himself as a master.

[patissieralastair]