@prueackerman
Flashback | Year: ????
Caius fled Baron Ackerman’s office in quiet rage, storming down the hall to make for the closest exit. Night had fallen, and he assumed the grounds to be empty-- it would be the perfect place to defuse his emotions and keep the Baron from realizing just how hard he was taking the evening’s failure. Blood (not his) had since dried across his face and chest, while more of it (his) stained the front of his previously navy coat, tinging it a brownish-purple. Caius thrust the doors leading to the gardens open.
His fists were curled when he finally reached the garden’s outskirts. He turned his face to the sky, inhaling a deep breath. Could feel his fangs poking out, his eyes set in crimson. But there was something... else. The sweet scent of a woman’s perfumed skin. That and a pressure at his back like eyes boring into him.
Caius whirled, moving with inhuman speed, to the spot where the Baron’s daughter hid. He’d only seen her in passing before. Never shared a word with the girl until now. Had she been watching him intentionally? Or was she an unassuming victim to his would-be tantrum? He didn’t know, didn’t care much either.
He stepped in close to her, aware of his imposing size. “Naughty.” He whipped out a hand and took the girl’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head back so he could take a look at her. “You should know better than to eavesdrop, my Lady.”