"Ciao, little dove~" He rang, quite certain he'd ruffled at least a few of her feathers. Now it was time to begin his daily ritual. He threw himself from the bed, glass still in hand. He landed swiftly on his feet without spilling even a drop of wine on his expensive rug or sheets. In one brisk tip of his wrist, the rest of his wine vanished past his lips. He sat the empty glass on his nightstand, strolling over to his armoire, sweeping through clothes tediously until he'd found his favorite white button up, black trousers, and a silky black vest. Nonchalantly, Demetri flung his clothes to the floor. The rug no longer tidy and neat. He had to give Alice jobs to do, so he picked the easiest ones. Picking up his clothes would keep her busy..plus watching her pick up his boxer shorts would be remarkably entertaining, for him. I wonder if she'll blush.. He mused to himself in a sly manner.
Demetri pulled his button shirt and pants on, buttoning them both hastily. He'd surely get a scolding from Castiel if he was caught waking up last. Once his clothes were on, he returned to his bedside, pouring a glass to go before shutting his bedroom door and locking it. No little doves allowed I'm afraid~
Then his eyes fell on Mira's room. His signature grin faded. He used to go there every day, but he hadn't visited the room since the maids arrived. He stepped over to the door, sensing a presence inside. His eyes widened, fangs protruding as a snarl passed through his vocals. He opened the door sharply, entering the room with haste. His green eyes scanning it's interior for the intruder. The brothers had purposely kept their baby sister's room exactly as she'd left it for a reason! Anyone defiling their own personal "memorial" for Mirabelle would pay dearly. Castiel wouldn't have time to handle the situation.. nor would he be able to identify the corpse by the time Demetri was through. His eyes finally landed on a girl. She was about to wish she'd never been born. His green hues grew bloodthirsty, flaming in hatred. He'd managed to go from chipper to enraged in literally 3.5 I'll rip your esophogus clean out of your throat, drain every last drop from you.. and let my dog use it for a chew toy! No one goes in Mira's room. He lunged forward at first, until he got a good look at her eyes. Stopping nearly a foot in front of her, his grassy orbs widened in shock. He stood there for a moment, mouth agape, fangs visible, "Mira..?" He asked in a guarded tone. If he had a heartbeat, it'd be fluttering a thousand miles an hour. The red haired vampire was trying to contain his optimism. He knew he was thinking foolishly, Mira went messing centuries ago.. the likelihood of her living a few days after her human kidnapping were slim enough.. but this long? She'd have to be a vampire or a ghost.. Or an impostor.
"If you're Mira.. what was your favorite game to play with me and Bishop as children..?" He asked, taking several steps back. Not out of fear, but a literal sense of giving himself space to think clearly. Common sense told him to scream for Castiel, but his brotherly love clung at his vocal chords, silencing him.