It's Good To Be King

It's good to be king, if just for a while To be there in velvet, yeah, to give 'em a smile It's good to get high and never come down It's good to be king of your own little town {Private vampire OC for The Nightmare RPG. Mun 25+; please read pages.}

[recklesswolfpup]

sanguineousmaster :

His lips pressed together as he attempted to hold back another smile. This was terrible for his image, all this cheery smiling. Still, the pup was funny in her own way and he appreciated that. “They are quite fresh, I assure you,” he promised, the smile breaking through to become a grin. “Baked them this morning.”

One hand moved to motion toward the stairs, his head bowing ever so slightly toward her. “Please, I understand this may be odd considering the circumstances, but it is rare I have company.” Rare was putting it lightly. He never had company that wasn’t business relates, and even then he certainly wouldn’t consider them company.

Her smirk turned into a laugh and a wide, bright smile when she saw Vlad’s expression. She was more than happy to take him up on his offer now that the air seemed to be cleared of their awkward first encounter, and she was, admittedly, a bit hungry. At his gesture, she headed for the stairs, only looking over her shoulder once to be sure that he was following her.

She hopped up the stairs quickly, and once she reached the upper level, looked around at the splendor that was Vlad’s home. “Woah, this is your house?” She didn’t mean to sound so enthusiastic, but it was impressive. It looked like a museum to her, or how she imagined one would look, and she couldn’t help getting distracted by all of the nick knacks and interesting objects. “This is amazing!”

[sanguineousmaster]

He followed behind, a smirk forming at her unabashed awe at his abode. Truthfully, he saw the things around him as pieces of his life, a history fee would ever learn. But a new pair of eyes always saw them as so much more. It always gave him a new sense of enjoyment for his things when another showed such interest.

"Yes, indeed." He answered her question with a grin. He let his pace match hers as she slowed to admire the pieces of his past that lined the walls and more. "I've had quite some time to amass my collection."

[thewickedone]

Introductions | Vlad & Gio

[sanguineousmaster]

It was a long day, with a Council meeting the night before and followed by a day of research. He’d had to turn away one of his fellow Council members at one point, simply not wishing to discuss matters further. So when he had just sat with a book of leisure, and a glass of scotch on the rocks, the knock on his door was very unwelcome.

A heavy sigh of frustration escaped– he had told everyone on the Council he was done dealing with them until next week, so this had better be of the utmost importance– and he set his glass and book aside to go answer the door. A frown was solid on his features when he opened the door to reveal the intruder, horrible language bubbling up through him to toss at whomever had the audacity to bother him.

And then it all just– stopped.

He starer, a bit dumbfounded, at the woman on his front porch. He was quite certain he hadn’t seen her around town before, and even more certain she was a vampire. Surprise had replaced his sour mood, and he opened his mouth to speak. It honestly took a second, and he had to clear his throat and try again.

“Sorry, Miss.” He said as coolly as he could muster at this point. “Is there something I do for you…?”

[thewickedone]

Giovanna barely blinked as the man opened the door with a rather sour expression, but a grin slowly spread across her face as he was so obviously caught off guard by her appearance on his doorstep. She wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but she could tell it wasn’t her.

She waited patiently for him to find his words, feeling a rather generous confidence boost that she’d actually managed to render the man speechless. “Actually, sir. It is I who would like to do something for you,” she told him, an elegant lilt to her voice, a faint Italian accent having lasted the centuries.

She offered her right hand out to him, smiling politely. “Giovanna Acardia. I’ve just moved to town, and I thought it proper I pay my respects.”

[sanguineousmaster]

His brows lifted in slight surprise at the woman's words. Well, less her words and more the realization that she was a vampire. Of course, it was a customary to provide gifts to a Master when entering their town, but he had never enforced that law here on Nightmare.

He took the hand proffered, giving a small shake before bending and kissing her knuckles. His eyes remained locked on hers the entire time; both self preservation and more custom. Manners. Something he all but lost some days when faced with those on the council and others in town.

"I appreciate the gesture of your visit," he said as he loosed her hand and straightened. "Though I'm sure you're aware, my name is Vladislav. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Acardia. Please, won't you come in?"

[sanguineousmaster]

He watched her struggle to bandage her arm by herself and instantly admonished himself. He had just moved to help her when she spoke, halting him in the spot. He felt a wave of emotions rush through him. Anger, mostly, that such a sweet child had felt the only safe place beyond her family was with him. And that she had needed a safe place beyond her family. But he also felt a stab of– was that guilt? Yes, guilt. He’d made her feel a burden in such a difficult moment in her young life. If ever he were more a monster, it was then.

“No, Child. Stop that.” He said softly. “You are no bother. Here,” a gentle but firm hand turned her toward him and he expertly bandaged her arm for her. “There, much better. Now, you listen here. You are not a bother, not even a little. This might well be the safest place in town, right now, and I would much rather you here than on the street.” He tried to keep his tone gentle, but knew his anger had seeped through a little.

“I’ve made you food, if you can eat,” he said quickly, turning from her to busy himself cleaning the mess he had made. “And you are welcome to stay so long as you need, understand?”

[untraditionalwitch-blog]

Toni swallowed hard at Vlad’s words, feeling a fresh wave of emotions wash over her. She wished she could put a name on the mix of gratitude and relief mixed with fear and grief, but it was all too much too wrap her head around. She nodded silently instead, trying to get a hold of her the chaotic emotions in her head.

“Thank you,” she repeated softly, speaking around the large lump in her throat. “I just… for everything, really. Thank you.” She still felt a little bad, of course. She knew Vlad enjoyed his solitude, that he wasn’t exactly one to enjoy having anybody pounding on his door at any time, and especially not a blood-covered child in the middle of the night but… she was beyond grateful that he had taken her in and been so kind to her. She owed him everything at this point.

She stretched onto her tip toes to press a gentle kiss to his cheek before moving to sit at the counter near the sandwich. She wasn’t particularly hungry, but she wanted to eat since Vlad had put the effort into making her food. “If… if you want or need anything from me while I’m here or… really ever, just let me know,” she told him quietly. She didn’t know what she could possibly do for him, but at this point she’d do anything he requested.

[sanguineousmaster]

"Don't thank me," he said softly, trying his best to block out her emotions as they swarmed around him like angry insects. "Not yet, at least." He had his image in town, sure. But he had been known to help those who needed it. And this child-- she needed it more than any, right now. He'd do what he could, while he tried to get the town to take the Huntress seriously and to stop her.

The girl pressed a kiss to his cheek and his eyes widened marginally. The action alone told him how much she truly trusted him. Trusted him to keep her safe from harm and probably more. "This is your home for as long as you need it." He found himself saying as he moved away from her and to the other side of the kitchen. "The room you found the clothes in can be yours. I will think up a plan later. But-- first, I need to check on the town. Will you be all right here? None may enter without my permission, even when I am not here."

[thewickedone]

Introductions | Vlad & Gio

@sanguineousmaster

Giovanna had been in the small town less than a week, hadn’t even finished unpacking her things, but she knew she should make introductions. It was a small town, not exactly her usual choice of locations, and the woman she’d bought the home from had informed her about Vladamir, a man she said was nearly old as time itself. 

Now, Giovanna knew that had to be a bit of a stretch, but as the vampire was clearly older than she, and there was no way she could pretend she didn’t know he existed. This wasn’t San Diego, after all.

It was late in the evening, the sun just setting, but Giovanna wore a wide-brimmed sun hat anyways, matching her floor-length dress perfectly. The handle of a basket was settled in the crook of her arm as she moved up to the door of the large mansion, knocking on the heavy wood door, slender knuckles rapping sharply.

[sanguineousmaster]

It was a long day, with a Council meeting the night before and followed by a day of research. He'd had to turn away one of his fellow Council members at one point, simply not wishing to discuss matters further. So when he had just sat with a book of leisure, and a glass of scotch on the rocks, the knock on his door was very unwelcome.

A heavy sigh of frustration escaped-- he had told everyone on the Council he was done dealing with them until next week, so this had better be of the utmost importance-- and he set his glass and book aside to go answer the door. A frown was solid on his features when he opened the door to reveal the intruder, horrible language bubbling up through him to toss at whomever had the audacity to bother him.

And then it all just-- stopped.

He starer, a bit dumbfounded, at the woman on his front porch. He was quite certain he hadn't seen her around town before, and even more certain she was a vampire. Surprise had replaced his sour mood, and he opened his mouth to speak. It honestly took a second, and he had to clear his throat and try again.

"Sorry, Miss." He said as coolly as he could muster at this point. "Is there something I do for you...?"

[vilissimus-blog]

sanguineousmaster :

He smirked in amusement at the man’s reaction to him. He supposed he should have given some warning of his approach, but this was always more entertaining to him. At his age, and in a small town like Nightmare, he had to get his entertainment somewhere.

The Necromancer turned his attention fully on him, and Vlad turned his smirk to a smile and nod of greeting. “I’ve had a lot of Council work.” He admitted. “It often prevents me from the pleasantries I much prefer.”

He let his gaze roam over the scene, taking in the tools and bucket more clearly. He knew Jackson was far more interested in plants than most people, which certainly had to come in handy in the middle of the forest. “New specimens, Sir? I do enjoy seeing your final results.”

Jackson frowned at Vlad’s smirk and shifted his weight between his feet a few times. It always made him a little uncomfortable when people caught him gardening, as he was often accused of growing plants in order to create ridiculous death potions and spells to use on the town.

“Yes, uh,” He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. He never really blushed, but compliments about his gardening always brought the faintest hint of pink to his cheeks. His garden was a source of pride for him, and having it appreciated made him feel good. “Thank you. I’ll be sure to let you know when these have grown some. What pleasantries do you prefer way out here?”

[sanguineousmaster]

"Wonderful. I can't wait." He graced the man with a ran, genuine smile. The next words out of the Necromancer's mouth had the smile fading ever so slightly. Not a question he was actually expecting as the comment had been entirely off hand for him.

"I much prefer the solitude of walking among nature to the-- difficulties in town, of late. And, I do enjoy stumbling upon situations such as this. Brings a bit of change to my quite monotonous lifestyle." And a lifestyle he had been living for far too long, he might add. He had never intended to stay in Nightmare for so long but, well, things happened, as it were, and here he was some couple hundred years later. Lovely.

[sanguineousmaster]

He busied himself in the kitchen while the child washed her family’s blood off. For a dead guy, he had a lot of food. Mostly for visitors, and he had a habit of baking cookies when he couldn’t figure something out. They usually ended up in the trash, unless a particular little wolf snuck into his home.

Finally, the smell of blood had faded greatly, which helped him calm himself. Master vampire or not, the blood of any ‘monster’ during a full moon was enough to get him salivating, and he really didn’t wish to add insult to injury in this situation.

He just finished getting a plate ready– sandwich and potato chips, in case she was hungry– when she came into the kitchen. The smell of blood hit him hard; not the blood of death and dying, drying on her skin that she had arrived with. It was fresh, flowing blood that had him wincing inwardly to restrain himself.

He fought to keep his outward appearance calm and collected, though the nod he gave may have been a little tight. “I believe I have something of use, yes.” He exited the room swiftly, returning a few moments later with some gauze. “This is all I have, my apologies. A tight wrap ought to slow the bleeding to a stop. And keep any germs from entering the wound.”

[untraditionalwitch-blog]

Toni kept a hand on the towel, biting her lip as she watched Vlad leave the room. She knew the smell of blood had to be hard for him, and she hated that she was making him uncomfortable after having arrived on his door in the middle of the night.

Granted, being a vampire he was probably awake anyways, but that wasn’t really the point. She tried to be polite all the time, especially when she was relying on him to keep her safe.

“Thank you, Vlad,” she told him, stepping aside and trying to hide the injury as she awkwardly wrapped herself. It was difficult to do with only one hand, but the thought of asking Vlad to help was… terribly embarrassing. “I’m… sorry about all of this, I didn’t mean to be a bother…”

[sanguineousmaster]

He watched her struggle to bandage her arm by herself and instantly admonished himself. He had just moved to help her when she spoke, halting him in the spot. He felt a wave of emotions rush through him. Anger, mostly, that such a sweet child had felt the only safe place beyond her family was with him. And that she had needed a safe place beyond her family. But he also felt a stab of-- was that guilt? Yes, guilt. He'd made her feel a burden in such a difficult moment in her young life. If ever he were more a monster, it was then.

"No, Child. Stop that." He said softly. "You are no bother. Here," a gentle but firm hand turned her toward him and he expertly bandaged her arm for her. "There, much better. Now, you listen here. You are not a bother, not even a little. This might well be the safest place in town, right now, and I would much rather you here than on the street." He tried to keep his tone gentle, but knew his anger had seeped through a little.

"I've made you food, if you can eat," he said quickly, turning from her to busy himself cleaning the mess he had made. "And you are welcome to stay so long as you need, understand?"

[recklesswolfpup]

sanguineousmaster :

Her response made him smile. He nodded and, despite the different emotions he felt from her, he was confident any difficult situation that may have occurred had been avoided. He shifted his stance slightly to glance back where the broken vase was. Pity, really. But it had been a gift and was nothing he cared too terribly about.

His attention shifted back to the young wolf as his features pinched together in thought. “You wouldn’t happen to fond of chocolate chip cookies, would you?” He had baked some that morning while working through some difficult thought processes. Usually they went to waste, but maybe this batch could have more use than calming his mind.

“Actually,” she paused. Was she really going to eat cookies offered to her by a vampire? Especially one that she had intended to steal from? It was a strange circumstance indeed, but she was no ordinary werewolf that was weak against silver. Sweets, particularly chocolate chip cookies, were her only weakness. She wondered if he knew, or if it was perhaps coincidence, but didn’t give it much more thought.

“Yes, I am. Are they…fresh, or have you had them for a few centuries, just waiting for an adorable brunette to take them off your hands?” She wasn’t sure if her joke would go over well, but hoped the grin she couldn’t hide would convey that she meant no offense to Vlad.

[sanguineousmaster]

His lips pressed together as he attempted to hold back another smile. This was terrible for his image, all this cheery smiling. Still, the pup was funny in her own way and he appreciated that. "They are quite fresh, I assure you," he promised, the smile breaking through to become a grin. "Baked them this morning."

One hand moved to motion toward the stairs, his head bowing ever so slightly toward her. "Please, I understand this may be odd considering the circumstances, but it is rare I have company." Rare was putting it lightly. He never had company that wasn't business relates, and even then he certainly wouldn't consider them company.

[recklesswolfpup]

sanguineousmaster

Emotions flowed around the girl in waves and he had to fight not to take a step back. Wolves were often very good at projecting their emotions, even when they didn’t mean to. Especially then. Being that she was clearly feeling a lot of different emotions at once, this little wolf was projecting heavily.

Vlad smiled gently at her, shaking his head slowly when she apologized, her fear still quite palpable. “Please, don’t fret on it. I can clean up the vase, and so long as you’re not harmed,” he raised a questioning grow and looked at her more directly. “Then all is well. I remember what it was like to be young and impulsive. You are in no danger, Lyra.”

It was surprising to her that he didn’t have a wild and violent temper as she had been taught to believe. And the fact that he was concerned with the well being of a would-be thief was something she didn’t see coming at all. His kindness served to calm her down considerably, and her urge to run away began to fade quickly as well. “No, I’m fine…”

She stared at him for a moment, a little dumbfounded, and nodded. She couldn’t imagine Vlad ever being young, and it was an amusing thought, but she wouldn’t dare joke about that now and risk setting off the temper she still felt may be lurking behind his cool and calm exterior. “That’s good to know. It may not seem like it, but I’m not the biggest fan of danger.”

[sanguineousmaster]

Her response made him smile. He nodded and, despite the different emotions he felt from her, he was confident any difficult situation that may have occurred had been avoided. He shifted his stance slightly to glance back where the broken vase was. Pity, really. But it had been a gift and was nothing he cared too terribly about.

His attention shifted back to the young wolf as his features pinched together in thought. "You wouldn't happen to fond of chocolate chip cookies, would you?" He had baked some that morning while working through some difficult thought processes. Usually they went to waste, but maybe this batch could have more use than calming his mind.

[vilissimus-blog]

the blood lord

@vilissimus

He didn’t quite know why he was out tonight. Nothing interesting, like the full moon, was going on. But he found himself unable to stay within his home this night. Instead, he wandered the streets of Nightmare, checking on his precious town and doing whatever needed to be done around. It was busy work, and something below him, but it was something he did now and then when he found himself restless.

He’d reached a part of town he knew better than most. Away from the chaos, bar and diner. It put him closer to the forest, and the mountains. It took him away from the racing sounds of blood being pumped through living veins. Of course, not everyone was busy in the center of town, and he soon found himself approaching another.

Jackson was someone he was almost happy to see. Almost. The Necromancer was one that he’d found interesting from his arrival in Nightmare. Unique would be the easiest way to describe him, but it wouldn’t do the man justice. There was just something about the young one that had Vlad’s skin crawling. Necromancers could be dangerous to most vampires– not Vlad, but others. Jackson, however, might have potential against Vlad is he wasn’t so damned skittish. 

“Jackson,” his voice touched the darkness and spread around like a spilled drink. He let a smile form as he stopped. “What brings you out this fine night?”

After being cooped up at home all day long, Jackson was more than happy to get out and take a moonlit stroll. He had a small shovel and a bucket with him and was looking for interesting and wild plants that he didn’t have in his garden at home. He had collected enough samples to keep himself busy for most of the following day and decided that was a good enough start and that he could head home.

He had just come out of the woods when a voice behind him pulled him from his thoughts. He jumped and dropped his bucket, shouting and turning quickly, holding the shovel as if it were a weapon. When he realized that it was only Vlad, he sighed and lowered the shovel and began to retrieve his plant samples.

“Gardening,” he admitted as he scooped his new plants back into the bucket. “How about you? I haven’t seen you out and about for a few days, now.”

[sanguineousmaster]

He smirked in amusement at the man's reaction to him. He supposed he should have given some warning of his approach, but this was always more entertaining to him. At his age, and in a small town like Nightmare, he had to get his entertainment somewhere.

The Necromancer turned his attention fully on him, and Vlad turned his smirk to a smile and nod of greeting. "I've had a lot of Council work." He admitted. "It often prevents me from the pleasantries I much prefer."

He let his gaze roam over the scene, taking in the tools and bucket more clearly. He knew Jackson was far more interested in plants than most people, which certainly had to come in handy in the middle of the forest. "New specimens, Sir? I do enjoy seeing your final results."

[sanguineousmaster]

He knew no words he could say would dull the pain and confusion the girl was experiencing. He had felt that sting himself, many times over, and knew that time (and revenge) would be the only balm to this wound.

She seemed to take in the room and what he said through her fog, giving him indication that she had registered what he’d said. He was about to turn and leave her to her cleaning when the girl gasped. He spun with inhuman speed, ready to defend, but the child was spewing words out and he saw no danger.

“The Council will have their alert quite soon, Dear One. Don’t fret on such matters when you have your own worries to focus upon.” He tried to keep his voice soothing, none too subtle with the power he wrapped around the words. “I have already sent a warning to the Council, and it should be arriving shortly. Worry now about yourself. I will be down in the kitchen when you are done.”

[untraditionalwitch-blog]

Toni slowly relaxed as he assured her everything was okay. He was just so calm she found it hard to panic, despite the terrible images still whirling through her mind. “R-right, of course. I’ll… I’ll be down in a moment, thank you,” she said after a moment, taking a deep breath and slowly moving towards the bathroom. She was eager to get out of her blood soaked clothes, to wash the sticky liquid off her skin.

She turned the water on and stripped down as she waited for it to warm up. She tossed her clothes into the trashcan, not wanting anything to do with them, and finally climbed into the shower as steam filled the room.  She lost herself in the hot water, scrubbing the blood off her skin. She stood under the stream until the water finally ran clear, then sunk to the floor. She buried her face in her hands and cried until she had no tears left to cry.

As the water began to cool, she stood and stepped out of the shower, drying herself off before padding to the closet and dressing in borrowed clothes. It was weird wearing clothes that belonged to somebody she hadn’t met, but she didn’t have much choice at the moment.

She shuffled down to the kitchen in a zombie-like trance, sniffling softly as she looked at Vlad. She normally wouldn’t let anybody see her looking this terrible, hair a mess and face red and puffy from crying. “Um… Do you have a first aid kit…? I seem to be bleeding a little bit,” she said, looking to her arm, where she’d awkwardly tied a handtowel around her injury.

[sanguineousmaster]

He busied himself in the kitchen while the child washed her family's blood off. For a dead guy, he had a lot of food. Mostly for visitors, and he had a habit of baking cookies when he couldn't figure something out. They usually ended up in the trash, unless a particular little wolf snuck into his home.

Finally, the smell of blood had faded greatly, which helped him calm himself. Master vampire or not, the blood of any 'monster' during a full moon was enough to get him salivating, and he really didn't wish to add insult to injury in this situation.

He just finished getting a plate ready-- sandwich and potato chips, in case she was hungry-- when she came into the kitchen. The smell of blood hit him hard; not the blood of death and dying, drying on her skin that she had arrived with. It was fresh, flowing blood that had him wincing inwardly to restrain himself.

He fought to keep his outward appearance calm and collected, though the nod he gave may have been a little tight. "I believe I have something of use, yes." He exited the room swiftly, returning a few moments later with some gauze. "This is all I have, my apologies. A tight wrap ought to slow the bleeding to a stop. And keep any germs from entering the wound."

[sanguineousmaster]

The child rambled on about her reason being there, but he let her speak what she needed while he got the door shut and locked. He turned back to her as she admitted her lack of anywhere to go, and his lips pressed together.

“No matter, Child, no matter. You are safe here.” He said softly, moving to press a hand to the small of her back and guide her through the house. “I assume it is your family you speak of? She came to your home, then?” He didn’t need to know who the she was, he knew already. He’d be angry that the girl had come to him and likely let the Huntress there, but she knew where he lived.

He guided her up the stairs to his guest floor, showing her to a large room with an attached bath. “Clean up, Toni. There are clothes in the closet that should fit. You thank Lora for her deep obsession with clothes.” He tried to offer a reassuring smile. “You are safe here. We can talk more once you are clean, yes?”

[untraditionalwitch-blog]

“I… I was showering, and then just… crashing and blood and I d-don’t know what happened,” Toni admitted, wrapping her arms around herself, not fighting as she was lead through the large house. “I d-don’t understand… why would anybody want to hurt us…? We’re good p-people,” she stammered, knowing she was rambling and that Vlad wouldn’t have any answers for her.

She looked around the guest room, so much larger than her own bedroom, and nodded slowly as he told her to shower and get dressed. Clean was good, she didn’t like being covered in blood. She took a few shaky steps towards the bathroom door then stopped, a gasp flowing from her lips.

“We need to warn the council! Tell them what happened!” She said, eyes going wide. Who else was this murderous woman after, and why was she in town? Others would need to know, so they could protect themselves against her.

[sanguineousmaster]

He knew no words he could say would dull the pain and confusion the girl was experiencing. He had felt that sting himself, many times over, and knew that time (and revenge) would be the only balm to this wound.

She seemed to take in the room and what he said through her fog, giving him indication that she had registered what he'd said. He was about to turn and leave her to her cleaning when the girl gasped. He spun with inhuman speed, ready to defend, but the child was spewing words out and he saw no danger.

"The Council will have their alert quite soon, Dear One. Don't fret on such matters when you have your own worries to focus upon." He tried to keep his voice soothing, none too subtle with the power he wrapped around the words. "I have already sent a warning to the Council, and it should be arriving shortly. Worry now about yourself. I will be down in the kitchen when you are done."

[sanguineousmaster]

Books were everywhere. On every surface he could fit them on and all over the floor in certain places. He knew the answers were in a couple of the books he had, but in his panic, he forgot which. He tore them from the shelves, setting them down and hovering long enough to scan the titles on the spines before he moved back to the shelves to continue his search.

So focused was he on his task that he didn’t hear the patter of feet approach his home. He didn’t hear anything until the pounding on his door began. Startled, the master vampire slammed a fist onto the wall a moment before he moved to the frantic pounding on his door.

Clearly disheveled and a bit distraught, he reached the door and got hit with scent of it. Blood. More than one person’s and it was tinged with magic. All too familiar a situation and he hesitated to open the door, but the voice drew him to do it. He flung the length of wood open as wide eyes gazed down upon the tiny witch on his porch.

“Antoinette, child,” his voice held a bit of power to help calm her. “Get in, quickly.”

[untraditionalwitch-blog]

Toni stumbled as the door was opened quickly, trembling from both terror and the chill in the air. “V-Vlad, I…” he told her to come in and she nodded, hurrying into his house, eye wide as those of a panicked deer, ready to flee again at any second. “They… they’re dead, she killed them… she’s c-coming, she has to be. I t-tried to… tried to lose her, but I don’t know. She’s out there, I k-know she is.”

Terrified, she glanced to the door. The vampire was one of the strongest people she knew, she’d be safe here, he’d keep her safe. Tris was also strong, but… she was currently mad at him and his home was on the complete opposite side of town.

“I d-didn’t know where else to go,” she whispered, voice shaking. She brought one hand up to wipe the tears off her cheek, smearing blood across her pale skin.

[sanguineousmaster]

The child rambled on about her reason being there, but he let her speak what she needed while he got the door shut and locked. He turned back to her as she admitted her lack of anywhere to go, and his lips pressed together.

"No matter, Child, no matter. You are safe here." He said softly, moving to press a hand to the small of her back and guide her through the house. "I assume it is your family you speak of? She came to your home, then?" He didn't need to know who the she was, he knew already. He'd be angry that the girl had come to him and likely let the Huntress there, but she knew where he lived.

He guided her up the stairs to his guest floor, showing her to a large room with an attached bath. "Clean up, Toni. There are clothes in the closet that should fit. You thank Lora for her deep obsession with clothes." He tried to offer a reassuring smile. "You are safe here. We can talk more once you are clean, yes?"

[untraditionalwitch-blog]

@sanguineousmaster gets a blood covered starter

Toni had just finished her shower, changing into her pajamas as she heard a crash downstairs. Confused, she finished pulling on her pajamas, making her way towards the top of the stairs. “Mom, are you okay?” she called out, her brow furrowing for a moment as she made her way to find her parents. There was more crashing and then a scream, and Toni’s heart stopped. “Dad?!

She walked into the living room to find a woman standing in the middle of the room, blood dripping from her sword, her Dad a crumpled pile on the floor. She screamed, reaching out with her magic to attack the woman before she even realized what she was doing.

The rest of the night was a blur of fear and blood, Toni had never been so terrified before in her life. Panicking, and covered in the blood of herself and her family, she ran from her home, heading for the trees and doing her best to lose the crazed woman that was hell bent on killing her.

Barefoot, in only her pajamas, tears streamed down her face as she ended up at the home of a man she knew she could trust, who wasn’t afraid of anything. Gasping for breath, she threw herself at the door, pounding on it until her fists hurt from the effort. “Vlad, open up!” she cried, leaning heavily against the door, heart thudding heavily in her chest, blood rushing so loudly in her ears she was sure her head would explode.

[sanguineousmaster]

Books were everywhere. On every surface he could fit them on and all over the floor in certain places. He knew the answers were in a couple of the books he had, but in his panic, he forgot which. He tore them from the shelves, setting them down and hovering long enough to scan the titles on the spines before he moved back to the shelves to continue his search.

So focused was he on his task that he didn’t hear the patter of feet approach his home. He didn’t hear anything until the pounding on his door began. Startled, the master vampire slammed a fist onto the wall a moment before he moved to the frantic pounding on his door.

Clearly disheveled and a bit distraught, he reached the door and got hit with scent of it. Blood. More than one person’s and it was tinged with magic. All too familiar a situation and he hesitated to open the door, but the voice drew him to do it. He flung the length of wood open as wide eyes gazed down upon the tiny witch on his porch.

“Antoinette, child,” his voice held a bit of power to help calm her. “Get in, quickly.”

[sanguineousmaster]

The Huntress Moon // Drabble

The Hunter's Moon was the perfect night to stay inside and pretend chaos was not rolling through town. Full moons, of late, brought more than enough activity for his liking. A quiet night inside would be ideal, he thought. He sat bent over his book, idly gazing at the pages though not seeing them. Not for the first time, he was lost in memories. And he had plenty, that was for sure. But these were particularly disturbing memories he had no clue why he was even dwelling on them. It hit him like a wave, fully knocking him back and out if his chair. Not what the living felt, no. Stronger, and perhaps more painful. He gasped, which was quite the feat for someone that has been dead for as long he has, then climbed shakily to his feet and looked wildly about the room. Outside, he could hear the screams of distress and confusion from his town. Terror gripped at him. He knew this power. Knew the result of it all. Knew what had happened. "No." It came out a hushed whisper, fear clutching to the word as tightly as it did to his cold dead heart. "No." Louder this time. He gripped the back of his chair, turning his attention upward. "Bradley!" The ghost appeared to him instantly, drawing the vampire's attention. "Did you feel it?" "I did, my friend," the ghost frowned. "Was it-- is it possible?" Vlad pressed his lips together tightly, nodding confirmation. "I'm afraid so. The Huntress has returned, Bradley. And we are all doomed."

[untraditionalwitch-blog]

A Time for Magic || Open

[sanguineousmaster]

Once her attention shifted to him, he offered a small smile paired with a nod of greeting. She seemed to glow with the power of the moon, though perhaps she did. It wasn’t uncommon on a full moon such as this. Witches could do some wondrous– and terrible– things. 

“It’s quite lovely, yes,” he agreed with a nod. “Apologies if I startled you– or interrupted you at all. Few are out this time of night, especially with the full moon. Of course, aside from the wolves.” It was his subtle way of reminding her that it was dangerous for her to be out. Truly, it wasn’t up to him which citizens put their lives at risk. But he did have a fondness for this little witch. Between her and Lyra, he wasn’t sure where his hard exterior had gone.

[untraditionalwitch-blog]

“Oh, no, it’s quite alright,” Toni said with a smile, her fingers trailing over her largest crystal, almost petting it. “I know I shouldn’t be out, but… I couldn’t sit inside, the moonlight just… it’s so strong this month,” she told him honestly.

“Did you have any spell work you wanted done? I’d be happy to enchant something for you if you’d like,” she offered, more than willing to do a bit of free spellcrafting for the handsome vampire.

[sanguineousmaster]

He watched her fiddle with her stones for a moment before he focused again on her features. A small smiled formed and he nodded. "I understand. It is a particularly unique moon tonight, that is for sure. Hence my own foolish stroll through a town filled with werewolves." His smile turned to a grin at her offer, though he held up a hand in protest and shook his head.

"No, thank you. I am quite set with most of my enchantments. I do appreciate the offer, however. Perhaps another time, hmm?"

[recklesswolfpup]

sanguineousmaster :

Her words pulled a deep laugh from the master vampire, despite himself. Truth be told, he had a soft spot for the pup. With the mother she had, she couldn’t have many easy days, that was for sure. Why she was in his house at the moment, however, was particularly concerning. 

“I’m not going to kill you, Lyra. But I’d like to talk about why you’re here.” He said as gently as he could. He could feel her heart beating only feet away. It was like a drum against his aura, thump-thump-thumping with her fear of him. 

At least he still that going for him.

It was a relief that she wasn’t going to spend her final moments screaming in the dark hallway of a vampire’s house, but his amusement with the situation caught her off guard. She knew from what few interactions they had in the past that he was intelligent enough to know that hurting her would cause an all out war between vampires and werewolves on a scale that outmatched anything from the long, bloody history the two groups shared. And even though he said he wouldn’t hurt her, she couldn’t help her mother’s voice in the back of her mind telling her to run as far and fast as she could.

As for her explanation, she knew it wasn’t going to be good enough to get out of going to jail. “Well…” she took a deep breath as her heart rate began to slightly decrease. “Liam, my dear brother, dared me to, uh, break in and steal something without getting caught. – I was going to return what I took, though! But it was dark when I came in and I broke a vase and I’m so sorry. I’d offer to pay for it, but it’s probably old and expensive and I only have maybe six ounces of quartz on me and there’s no way I can ask my mom to cover the rest because if she knew I was here she’d be mad that I did what she always told me not to do and – I’m sorry, I’m just really nervous…”

[sanguineousmaster]

Emotions flowed around the girl in waves and he had to fight not to take a step back. Wolves were often very good at projecting their emotions, even when they didn't mean to. Especially then. Being that she was clearly feeling a lot of different emotions at once, this little wolf was projecting heavily.

Vlad smiled gently at her, shaking his head slowly when she apologized, her fear still quite palpable. "Please, don't fret on it. I can clean up the vase, and so long as you're not harmed," he raised a questioning grow and looked at her more directly. "Then all is well. I remember what it was like to be young and impulsive. You are in no danger, Lyra."

[sanguineousmaster]

Night Games || Vlad and Freya

[sanguineousmaster]

He had to work not to smile at her response. The distemper was palpable from the Alpha Bitch, and he so enjoyed being the biggest cause of it. Voting against her was fun; sometimes he did it just because he could. Like today– sort of. He shifted in his chair– he’d leave later, as he had other things to attend to– and eyed her thoughtfully. 

“I see,” he pursed his lips as he pretended to mull over the situation. “I just wonder; does it grow tiring for you to never get what you want? Or have you grown used it it by now?

“I only ask because it seems to be quite the pattern of late; is there something going on that has you so– blocked? I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you in this state of being before.” No, he didn’t care. But the wolf did seem to be off her usual game lately. Not something that would likely bode well for anyone around her. Since that included him, he figured he ought to ferret that information out.”

[wcrmwood-blog]

The intense feeling of her wanting to roll her eyes at him ate at her. Many vampires felt superior to every other being and their arrogance drove Freya mad, especially this particular vampire. Vlad felt as if he had an upper hand in Nightmare, as if no one else mattered. 

“You think I really care that I didn’t get my way?” She asked, only wanting to leave. She had other pressing matters to attend to. 

“I don’t think I’d really open up to you,” she sneered. “I’d rather talk to a mossy log than let you into my personal life.”

[sanguineousmaster]

He let out a smooth chuckle that filled his chest, so lacking in other normal functions. His gaze dropped to his hand, where he was casually tracing along the tabletop with one finger while they spoke. As he lifted his gaze back to the woman, he grinned.

"Of course, how foolish of me." He said gently, tipping his head a little in acknowledgment. "I am not Pack. And I suppose my concern for fellow Council members during such difficult times is quite unwarranted." He glanced away again with a frown, as though he actually cared that she had so thoroughly dismissed his feigned concern.