To end the Feud | Leoneil + Conner
The feud had gone on too long. Most of the clans agreed, on both sides. Too many of their kind slaughtered by the warring families, and their numbers were dwindling enough as is. Enough was enough, according to his maker and the current high leader of his clan. There had to be something done.
For 600 years, Leoneil had watched his family and the other shed blood. He'd killed no small amount of them himself, but no ones hands were clean in this bloody battle that had begun long before anyone living remembered its origins. and considering the long lives of vampires? That was a feat in its own self. They were enemies, declared kill on sight. and yet, in the span of a week, he was meant to just accept that he was to marry one of their clan? Even at his age, he found it difficult. Yes, he was capable of adapting to change, but this? This wasn't change. It was simply impossible.
And exactly who was he supposed to marry? Some young fledgling vampire who hadn't even been alive longer than a human. How was Leoneil suppose to marry their clans together when there couldn't have been a single thing the pair would have in common? And of course he couldn't kill his betrothed the night of the wedding. That would have to opposite reaction of what the families were hoping for. A breath, the vampire straightening his 6ft frame, shaking out his curls before he looked at himself in the mirror. The wedding was this evening, the blood moon high in the sky. And while Leoneil may privately sulk, he would never disappoint his maker.
Another breath- all habit, no need, even after 600 years- to steady his nerves before checking over his outfit for the wedding. All black- because of course-, the pant legs of the suit wide enough to appear like a skirt. His black curs were always perfectly arranged around his face, though he took the time to sweep it to the srigh side, letting the cascade over his shoulder as before adjusting the belt around his waist. All in all, a slim striking figure that screamed vampire to even the blindest of humans. Leoneil had never been good at hiding what he was.
Heeled boots purposefully clicked on the ground as he walked, making his way from the room he'd been given to prepare in before making his way to where his maker stood. All of the important members of both clans had arrived to witness the union in the dark of the evening, the cold marble of the taken over cathedral cast in shadows of flickering lights. The roof had long since been destroyed, leaving the light of the full red moon to cast down over the clearing were the most ancient of their kind stood, waiting to preform the rites.
All Leoneil had to do was wait for his betrothed.
