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Malivic Thabian Tinsley

"Gods do not bleed"

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a character in “A Vampyre Romance”, as played by Aethus

Description

Malivic Thabian Tinsley
Theme songs:
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Physiology
Name: Malivic Thabian Tinsley
Nickname: Malic (For certain individuals that will not be named), Milord Tinsley (Servants), Father, Cunt (Zel)
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown ranges from 500-800 Years of age
Height: 6'8
Weight: Unknown
Hair: Last seen, it was black
Eyes: Unknown
Skin: Unknown
Posture: Tall and headstrong or hunched back and secretive when need be
Appearance (Description Optional):Malibic Thabian Tinsley is an enigma of sorts. For the longest time, this Vampyre lord has been seen by all wearing a hood and a clean metal mask with a Y-shaped cut. When his cloak does not cover his body, those that look at him can note his skinny, bird-like legs he has and on his feet and hands are metal claw like protrusions that make up his fingers. Whether these are manipulated through artificial and magical means or if they are natural are unknown.
As a master manipulator, this lord has ways of making himself seem frail when need be or as charasmatic as any leaders would portray themselves.
Health: Unknown
Heredity: N/A

Sociology
Class: High Class
Occupation: N/A
Education: N/A

Home life: He has never had a stable love life, but it is assumed that this is mostly in part by his own urges. This lord has been seen with women on multiple occassions, usually ending up in the bedroom for his efforts in courting. How he even does such a thing given his looks is unknown, but what is known is that these women either end up as Malivic's meal after their recreational coitus or as a mate. For whatever reason, the women are left as dried up husks rather than the usual dead cadavers and the bite marks are even hidden.
Malivic is thought to have very little interactions with his family as he trusts no one but his "guards." He has seven guards, but the only one that makes himself known is the scottish Stien known as Zel. Zel's attitude seems to make Malivic's life hard, but for what ever reason, the lord hasn't gotten rid of the man. Zel interacts positively towards Malivic's children, like a surrogate father.
Malivic is known to be cold towards his "wife" as she has yet to bear a child for him. However, that doesn't mean he is absolutely ignorant of her existance . . . if you get what i mean.
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Amusements/hobbies: Recreational Coitus and . . . what he does with the rest of his time is unknown. He is known to watch his children, but disappears shortly after.

Psychology
Sex life: Active
Very active
Recently, however, the two months leading up to the arranged marrage, he has not taken in any woman for recreational coitus.

Moral standards: Unknown, but it has been rumored that he has had dealings with even his enemies to get what he wants.

Personal premise/ambition: Unknown
Zel:"Seriously, 'ave yuh eva seen his face? Can't even tell what the 'ell he's feelin' 'alf the time."
(Hint in the song)

Frustrations/chief disappointments: Unknown

Temperament: Malivic is not your typical Vampyre lord from some piece of fiction. Where these fictional piece portray vampires as flamboyent or arrogant or brooding or scheming, Malivic shows off the true form of his kind. He is quiet and monotone when he usually talks, but his voice can grow eeriely vicious, almost like an animal. He may seem prideful, but he knows how to humble himself when need be and

Attitude toward life: "Gods do not bleed"

Complexes: He tends to engage in coitus when he's verily angry. He also makes a clicking noise from his throat when he gets annoyed.

Extrovert/introvert/ambivert: Ambivert

Abilities: Unknown, but he is a known practioner of magic. Given his age, some say he practices Chaos Magium, but that's impossible . . . right?

Weakness: Pride, vanity, his need for coitus, his animalistic side.

Qualities:

Character Background:

There are many legends within the Vampyre's mythology, but none more interesting and difficult to prove than the tale of the Unholy Son.
It is said that a Vampyre, while having such a brutal birthing process, can actually only have a limited number of children in their life time. Every birth becomes more and more difficult than the last, but on the final child, the woman is said to be in absolute bliss and free from pain in the slightest. What comes out on the final birth, is called the unholy son.
This son is said to have shed its human look to adopt the base form of the Vampyre. While the humanoid shape is retained, the Unholy son is stronger, faster, more animal-like than any ordinary Vampyre. They said the last Unholy son ushered in a golden age of rule for the Vampyres, ending a hundred year civil war that nearly wiped them out. Another added details suggests that said Unholy son helped revitalize the ranks of the shrunken Vampyre lines . . . you can guess how.

Malivic Tabian Tinsley is thought to be this Unholy son, but whether that is true or not, time will tell. What can definately be said is that he is planning something and that plan may just start with this wedding.

So begins...

Malivic Thabian Tinsley's Story

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Nikolai von Lunkhofen
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Niko felt his heart rate pounding as he approached the Tinsley's home. Never has he been so nervous, but it wasn't the wedding or even meeting his bride for the first time that was bothering him. It was the idea of coming out of hiding only to appear at the house of the man who killed his brother. He watched from the car as people began entering the house all dressed in fine clothes, as the moonlight beamed like a spotlight as the guest walked to the door. Stepping out from the car he stood motionless as he watched Gringoire approach him with Elena.

"Niko, you made it unscathed I take it." he said in a light laugh.

"Yes..." Niko spoke gently his eyes moving towards his friends. "I was just contemplating the irony, a few months ago your father would most surely killed me on the spot had I been this close to him or his, and now I am to enter as if nothing has happened?"

"No one is asking you to forget Niko, only to adapt I think we all must if we are to survive these times." Greg reassured him. "Trust me, if you can not my father. Besides last I remember my sister she was a happy and joyful child." Greg spoke realizing he really hadn't seen his youngest sister much in the last two hundred years, unlike Kiara who kept in contact after he was disowned, Deidra seemed to drift more in studies then keeping in contact with the black sheep.

"A child, this is how you keep describing her Greg. A beautiful child with the voice of an angel, I think were your words." Niko spoke as the three entered into the building, a large apartment complex housing more than a hundred relations, Niko's palms began to sweat. They entered the elevator, Niko's eyes looking at the buttons as they lit up indicating the floor they'd reach. 1... 2... 3... 4... and so on with every number he grew more and more impatient wanting to run from the inclosed space for cover. Finally the doors opened and they reached the top floor, stepping out of the elevator he watched as a group of people stared at him, they knew, they knew him he was the Bräutigam and he was to meet his bride.

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He was surrounded by insects.

Of course, not literally, but there was no doubt that the creatures around him were of inferior quality. Because of this, they were always doing what they usually did, skittering like the pathetic creatures they are. Though they spoke eloquently and carried themselves high like he did, they were not him and anything not of his caliber was an insect.

A clicking came from his throat at this thought, seeing these insects all in his home. They were talking among themselves and reveling in the presence of each other. Roaches atop of roaches and whatever occurred between these creatures, it seemed as though he would have to sanitize his home. Not for any real reason, just for the principle of it all.

"You seem tense, Mal," a gruff and unrefined voice resounded near his head. "Your cunt a-bit tight?"

Malivic would have crushed the throat of any idiot that would have said those words, however, Zel was not just any idiot that Malivic could crush. He was a different breed.

"Zel," Malivic's throat continued to make the clicking noise. "Silence yourself before I crush that throat of yours."

Unfortunately, the man was only grinning, showing off a jaw filled with clean teeth. Truth be told, Zel did not fit the scenery, what with the high classed mood of it all. Of course, as his guard, Zel had several privileges that allowed the stien to circumvent certain requirements, respect being one of them. Not much could be about his guard and honestly, he preferred Zel's idiocy. All anyone could say about his guard was Zel's rude persona and non-existent professionalism, but even that didn't show off Zel's true talents.

"'eh, well looks laik the cavalry's 'ere." Malivic stood from his seat at this, garnering the attention of others as they followed his gaze towards his children. Gringoire and his wife were a delicious pair as usual and Kiara's mate was not with her. Neither of them were particularly admirable, but he always watched all his children equally. Even his "flower" wasn't that much spoiled, only rewarded properly for successes. In fact, this wedding was more of a show of his willingness to equalize anything revolving around him and his children. They were all factors of greater things to come.

Then came Niko . . . yes . . . Niko.

Malivic strode forward, his cloak covering the entirety of his body with only his mask peering through a darkened hood. Steel talons clacked against the beautiful stonework floor and all that heard these small clacks bowed down as though recognizing a king. But that was silly, he was no king, but a God.

"Ev-ena Otra Vos, Nikolai Von Lunkhofen." Malivic said in a guttural voice. A hint of humor lingered on the edge of his tongue, "It has been long . . ."

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No one ever told her that marriage would actually be work. There was only three more days before the potential disaster of the decade would happen, and she was still being fit for her dress and having people fret over her appearance. She hadn't left the house in days. Today, though, was particularly stressful. In less than a few minutes she would meet her future husband and determine whether or not she should set herself afire and hope for the best for the poor souls caught in the crossfire. Despite her quite forlorn thoughts, she knew she would never do such a thing.

The party bored her. She would have much preferred to have been allowed to wait until her groom appeared to come down from her sanctuary, alas she was stuck here listening to meaningless conversations between people with beautiful clothes but no real meaning in there lives. Her blond hair was tied up in a tight ridiculous up do that she had begged not to have done. It was itchy and uncomfortable. The dress was at least tolerable; the black corset was salvaged from an outfit she had worn for one of her concerts, and the light pick ball gown-styled skirt was from a dress she had worn many years ago when graduating from her alma matter. She had sewn them together only the night before, and adorned her neck with simple pearls. Running up her ear was a series of small hoops and pearl studs with a set of golden cross-earrings in her lobes. Usually her father would have required her to pull out most of her ear piercings, but he seemed to tolerate the effort of class she had put into being able to wear them. While he had made sounds of disapproval over her choice of dark eye shadow and thick eyeliner, it was too late now to send her to redo her makeup. That could take up to another hour.

She was doing this to stop a war she was too young to really care about and most of all to please her father. With her mother long dead, her brother distanced since she was a child, and her sister married and having a life of her own, she felt it was her job to keep her father happy. As much as she liked rebelling and doing all the things he never would allowed her to do if he knew about them, she would never directly disobey him to his face. Even she recognized the danger her father could pose if she were to do such a thing. It was the only thing that kept her rooted beside him as the door opened. In walked her brother, and with him the stranger that seemed to have everyone's attention.

It had been a very long while since she had seen Gringoire, nearly 200 years if her timeline was correct. She didn't remember him very well, but all the same she followed her father through the crowd and easily approached her elder sibling with a hug. She stepped back to her place beside her father and looked at Niko with wary eyes. At least the man she was about to be bound to was handsome. "Welcome," she curtsied slightly, applying a thick layer of her charm for the audience around them. She knew that every guest in the room was watching this and honing in on the conversation, and while she was not particularly thrilled to be wedded so young, she had managed to make it seem like she wanted nothing more than this union to outsiders of the family.

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Nikolai von Lunkhofen
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Before long Niko found himself surrounded by people, he almost would prefer to the glares. His eyes turned to Greg who was caught up in a reunion of sorts, it was quant. He watched as Lord Tinsley approached him watching as his people his family bowed before him. He was no man to cross that was for sure, as a boy he remembers his father speaking of Malavic's ways but it was never anything particularly good.

"Ev-ena Otra Vos, Nikolai Von Lunkhofen. It has been long . . ." he herd the masked man speak to him, with a hint of sarcasm echoing in his ears. Being so close to ones enemy especially one as dangerous as Lord Tinsley was not a pleasant thought. Though he bowed gently showing respect to what he believes to be his elder.

"Not long enough, it would seem." he remarked gently feeling like it would be better for him had the man whose wanted him dead the past few centuries didn't remember his face. He looked to the figure hidden in her father's shadow. " Dies muss Dame Deirdre sein" he spoke in German. She was very pretty, as he had heard but he was still worried about her other qualities that seemed to majorly define her. "Sie sind sehr schön mein lieber."

Gringoire Dupre Tinsley
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Greg, grunted as his sisters hugged him one by one seeming to him like they always planned to break his back or something. His father as always didn't pay him any second mind, he was used to the whole 'I have no' son crap. He watched as Niko and Deidres' eyes met, he liked playing matchmaker sometimes sure he was never very good at it but he was certain this would work so much better then last time. Beside it's not like there's many water buffalo in New York City.

"So Kiara, maybe we should go and catch up." he said gently and walked away with Elena still on his arm and holding out his other for his sister. When they got a safe distance away he spoke to her, "How have you been?"

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"Not long enough, it would seem."

How quaint. Malivic felt his a rising taste in his mouth that was a mix of bitter sweet taste. To be fair, the man had always been in his grasp, but killing the last line of a family was always a taboo for him. Sure, it would have been simpler, but it was a permanent solution to a temporary problem, a problem that could always be turned around.

"You have not known time as I have, mi-hah vealan."

"Well, look at 'at then," Malivic almost forgot Zel's presence as he had been uncharacteristically quiet. However, that seemed to be changing, perhaps for the worst, "It's the three, muunch-kateers."

Compared the Malivic, Zel had always been alot more emotionally connected with his offspring. Perhaps it was the fact that the stien couldn't have children of his own, or because Malivic had always forced Zel to take care of them when they were little. Whatever was the case, Malivic had never expressed distaste in Zel's actions.

Quickly moving away from the kids, a spark ignited near the stien's back as he noticed Niko. There was something about the next smile that came off differently.

"Oi, it's you," Zel chuckled to himself, "Bit-a-while then, ey?"

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Niko took a deep breath, that’s all he had to do take a deep breath and remember that he is supposed to be here. If they wanted to kill him they would have done it when he walked up to the door, rather than get their precious fine gowns and cloths messy. Then again this was Malivic Tinsley, who knows what he has planned.

“Time is what we want most, but what we use worst.” He said quoting William Penn, his eyes staring at his host squarely, the metallic mask hid him well and Niko could not tell what next words would come out of his mouth, till his concentration was broken by a familiar voice.

His emotions bubbled up, hearing that voice again seeing that face he last saw some fifty years ago the night his brother was killed, the night he became the last von Lunkhofen. He stayed in silence, not wanting to cause a scene in front of Deirdra. If they were to be wed, he highly doubted a fight in fright of her relatives would help their union.

Instead he let the anger bubble and boils inside him, his eyes steamed with anger and the sight of the psychotic killer but he had to let it go. He had to relax; he took a deep breath in and out gently and grunted. “Psicopatico” he spoke in Italian towards Zel, it was a bit of an understatement in his opinion.



Gringoire Dupre Tinsley
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Greg smiled gently at Zel, and nodded “Yea out casted and alone.” He remarked to himself then looked to Kiara. So her marriage seemed to be losing the spender, that wasn’t surprising all marriages in his opinion were doomed to hit rocky roads. “I’m sure Erick isn’t cheating.” He said with a laugh, “He’s probably just overworked.” He remarked, as Elena looked at him sternly.
“Okay, maybe he’s getting you a puppy.” He said looking at his wife’s glare that seemed to intensify.

“Or a cat…” he broke the conversation, “as you may notice Elena is on a learning sign language kick.” He told his sister. “And as everything in our lives it’s to the extreme.”

Elena slapped Greg playfully across the back of the head, “oh tais-toi! Tu sais très bien ce qui se passe.” Elena knew very little English, and even to this day refused to speak anything but her native French. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at her husband, her lips pouting gently. Greg both loved and hated when she did this, on the one hand he hated her mad at him, on the other hand damn if she wasn’t sexy and hell when she was.

“You and Erick need to get out of this house.” He muttered to himself, he didn’t think it was healthy for any married couple to live with one’s in-laws. He could vouch for that the first few years after his father disowned him he and Elena lived with her mother in France, he was not happy with such a set up.

He smiled at his sister, “Erick told me something in confidence a few months ago.” He remarked to her. “But I’m sorry I can’t tell you, it would be breaking that sound trust I always hold so dear.”

Elena sighed and looked to Kiera, “En effet très cher, nous devons parler en privé un certain temps.”

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Zel was absolutely grinning with excitement when he heard the words come from Niko's mouth. Zel didn't need to know italian to know what the Vampyre was trying to tell him. "Oi, don' be mean. We'll be best buds, you'll see."

"Zel," Malivic growled under his breath, "I need a groom, not a corpse. Do you understand?"

He didn't even turned towards the lord, "Loud 'n Fookin clear."

At the rate where Zel was going, it seemed like as though the wedding would have been on a collision course for disaster. Though Zel would not throw the first punch, Malivic was sure that Zel's god forsaken insults were going to spark something with Niko. Luckily for both Vampyres, Deirdra was quick to stop Zel.

"Grazie, signore Niko. I vostri complimenti sono apprezzati."

Her voice was a welcome change. For just a second, he pulled back, giving the lady enough time to scootch inbetween Niko and Zel. The Stein was noticably annoyed, but he wasn't about to ruin the moment for Deirdra.

"Fine . . . I'll back up, fer now. Yuh, do an-thin, you'll be seeing your face in a sink."

After a smiling nod to Deirdra, Zel pulled back. Malivic merely clicked in his throat in annoyance as he moved away from his children.

"Must you be irrational about this."

A snort came from the Stien, "He's a sneaky coont. Ran off for I could tear him tah shreds. Now I'm supposed tah see that bitch's face like 'e's free? He's got no idea what's comin tuh 'im."

For the briefest of moments, Malivic paused. This had always been the ploy Zel used against Malivic whenever Zel talked about Niko's disappearance. He had always gone on and on about Niko's hiding skills, ones that seemed to always catch the Stein off guard. But if that had been the case, how did Zel find Niko's family? Shouldn't they have been equally as well hidden as he was? Furthermore, if Niko had been on the run, Zel would have run the Vampyre ragged in hot pursuit.

Still, perhaps Niko did have something up his sleeve against Zel. Malivic was not going to question Zel's alliance after nearly four hundred years of service.

"This wedding had better finish quickly," Malivic snarled. There was an inhuman gurgle that followed, "I've got plans to forward."

"No shit . . ." Zel was still looking at Niko when he turned towards Kiara and Greg.

"I think I need some catchin' up to do then."

With the grace of an unproturbed rhinocerous, Zel pushed through the swaths of guests and servants in an effort to get to the two. Smacked his hands onto their backs as he gave a geniune grin.

"God'amn munch-kateers. It's been a damn while! How's the love makin' fer the botha yuh?"

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Nikolia von Lunkhofen


Taking a deep breath once more, Niko closed his eyes for a short moment thinking about what was going on. He remained quite as he opened them, having himself pulled from one circle of onlookers to another. He looked deep into Deidra’s eyes seeing her youth and innocence. She was a babe barely out of her crib, how could he be expected to marry a girl so young. In truth there were plenty of Vampyres who thought in terms like that, but Niko had never found himself attracted to youth so much as intelligence and wisdom.

“There truly is no such thing as a normal family.” He spoke gently in response to her statement. There wasn’t really anyway to get out of the marriage, at least not one Niko could find. He came out of hiding for this, though he is certain Malivic has some alternate motive if this wedding didn’t take place he would be in a weak place.

He nodded, “yea.” He said in a nervous smile, looking away from her towards a small outdoor area. “How old are you?” he asked gently, figuring from the looks of it, she couldn’t be more than two centuries.

Gringoire Dupre Tinsley


Greg looked at his sister and groined, how could she be so fidgety? Where did she get it from is a better question. “The last time I told a friend something I had no right to, it cost the woman her life.” He told her, “and I don’t want to see my sister burned at the stake.” Elena looked unwell as he spoke about her sister Johanna and excused herself as Zel approached.

Greg grunted there was a time when he idolized Zel, he was young and a child but as he grew and learned more noble and honorable ways he found the man’s actions dishonorable. “It’s really none of your business Zel.” He exclaimed, looking at his father’s goon. “A man’s business it no one’s but his own.”

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Niko nodded gently, “you are young, not as young as I thought but still a babe.” He uttered taking his hand he to hers he placed a small gold coin in her hand. It was a little trinket of the old world, an heirloom of sorts. His family crest etched in one side of the coin, and her’s on the other. In better times he remembers his father telling him; it was a sign of respect, that even though both families were on opposite sides they were still equal halves of a whole.

“I’ve been trying to figure that same question out myself, but all I can surmise is that it must have something to do with wealth.” He explained to her, not really sure how much she was aware of the happenings of getting the whole arrangement to work. “I know your father didn’t want to part with your hand for anything less than twenty thousand.” He told her, but not disclosing the full price he paid to Malivic.

“I’ve heard rumors that your father is close to bankruptcy; I can only assume that he needs the money to remain living this life that he is used to.”

Before he could say another word a new woman approached, this one looking younger than Deirdra. The two humans tipped him of though he had heard rumors of Lady Tinsley but never seen her in person. Greg was right about her for one thing, she is rather straightforward and head strong. He looked at the box she handed to Deirdra, feeling slightly anxious for some reason. He watched waiting for her to open the box, keeping his mouth shut not really knowing what to say to Liebe Frau von Liebe und Leidenschaft.



Gringoire Dupre Tinsley


Greg sighed, "no, no I'll go" he said and started walking to his wife when he noticed Andromeda. His eyes narrowed as he dodged into the gentlemen's room. He really hoped Elena didn't run into her, he has spent the last hundred years in the so said doghouse for what happened between him and Andromeda last time they wet. The one time in his life he broke the vow he made to Elena all those years ago, It's not like he blamed anyone for what happened and he didn't quote "hate Andromeda" he just feels prominently guilty for his actions and the black stain he placed on his character.

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As Zel pulled away from Greg, he noticed the beauty that was before him. Andromeda, or as he called her the forbidden fruit, looked as beautiful as usual. He was frowning, however, as he saw her with her usual "lovers," Malcolm and Layla. Honestly, there was a side to him that was thankful because if they weren't there, he might have pounced on her and asked the seductress right then and there.

But she wasn't just some normal Vampyre bimbo that walked around, no, she was different. Not only was she of higher quality than most beautiful women, she was already married and to his boss no less. He was always interested in her, but that honor code, the self imposed code of bros as it were, prevented him from moving forward.

Then again, she had always been sleeping around and Malivic didn't seem to mind, only problem was that Zel wasn't looking into some simple one night stand.

"I can see your lecherous eyes," Malivic said as he made the Stien jump, "Or is this just my own thoughts?"

Zel was quick to recover, "Last I checked you didn't have eyes, just an oversized fucking mouth."

Malivic chuckled, darkly might I add, "I see no reason why you have not gone for my wife."

"Somethin' you'd neva' under stand."

Malivic saw Andromeda move closer as he came forward and snarled, "Please, don't patronize me. Excuse me while I . . . talk with my wife."

It was then that Malivic moved towards the lovely woman, tall and imposing as ever. Everyone around him was quick to move out of his way and he even pushed away her lovers. He gave a nod to Niko and Diedra, but it eventually turned into a stare towards Andromeda. There was no love in voice as he referred to her.

"Wife," the first word was utterly devoid of emotion itself, "Your presence is required. Come with me."

Zel scoffed, it was just another way of saying he was going to have his way with her. He quickly moved outside, hoping that the night air and dark street kept him from thinking too much about the beautiful woman.

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The back of Andromeda's neck turned bright red, something that always happens when she gets angry or embarrassed. Her grin became forced, and she waved at Malcolm to do as he was told. “What a shame. And here I thought you would exhibit some class this evening. My mistake.”

She regretted the words the instant she spoke them. The last thing she wanted to do was to make a scene in front of the Lunkhofen Vampyre. They needed his money, after all. Without it, she wouldn't be able to keep her expensive lifestyle. She could just kick herself for letting her temper override her intelligence. Changing the subject, she said to Niko, “Excuse my manners, I haven't properly introduced myself, though I'm sure you've guessed who I am.” She extended her right for a handshake. “I am Andromeda Tinsley, wife of Malivic Tinsley, and on behalf of the Tinsley clan, I welcome you to the family. And if there is anything you need. Anything.” She emphasized 'anything' with a suggestive wink. “Let me know.” She realized that she may have been laying it on a bit thick, but a little flattery usually went a long way.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Malivic approaching, and she suppressed a groan. Only one thing that could mean. She'd do it, of course. It was something she had to do as his wife, and it was her continued responsibility to to try and have a child. Besides, being with him was not an altogether unpleasant experience.

“I'm right behind you. Husband.” She turned back to Deirdre and Nico. “Excuse me, I have to go fulfill my wifely duties.” Another suggestive wink. “With luck I'll be with child again.” A smirk appeared on her face. “Well, Deirdre, maybe you and I will be pregnant at the same time.”

Instead of waiting for a response, Andromeda turned to address Lyla. “You and Malcolm go up to my room and wait for me. Don't talk to anyone, and if you let anyone feed from you or screw you, well...” She smiled and caressed the face of the girl who had a piss-your-pants scared expression. “You had better hope they kill you.”

She pulled a bottle of Everclear from her purse, took an unladylike swig, and followed her husband.

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Seeing Malivic take his wife up the stairs, suddenly sprung Zel into action. For a moment, the Stein had been sullen with seeing Andromeda leave, but things needed to be done. With her taking care of Malivic's needs, it would be some time before the lord would set foot within his own party. Once they had left for the staircase and out of sight, Zel was quick to get to Niko and Deirdra. Zel wrapped a strong arm around Niko while smiling with a great big grin to his niece. He was trying to move as quickly as he could.

"'Right then, 'fore yuh love birds get tah beddin' I need to talk tuh your man. You know, for reassurance- 'as all."

The modified muscles of the Stien pulled Niko out with him towards the opposite hallway Malivic entered. The numerous people in front of him were either shoved aside violently or scattered from his rough handling with Niko. There was that edge to violence but before there was any sort of feeling of hostility, Zel began to mutter into Niko's ear.

"You don't know how long I've been waitin' for this kid. I can't talk to you out here . . . not with all these fookin slaves around 'ere."

He would soon lead Niko into the opposite hallway Malivic went into. Incidentally, this was the very hall Greg had head out from, leading

"Your brother says hi from beyond the grave," Zel said finally braking the tension, "We got a lot of work to do."

Malivic

Meanwhile, Malivic's taloned feet clacked onto the floor as they followed his private staircase. All around him were the adornments that only kings could dream of, money poured into the scenery of it all just to show off power and wealth. However, all Malivic was thinking of was something much more visceral in the undertoning of his words.

"You look . . . delicious."

Of course, he didn't mean it literally. He could never eat another Vampyre (he tried before and oh boy, not the best idea), but then again, never did direct it towards his wife. Then there was also the fact that eating had a sexual connotation in it of itself.

As they moved up the stairs, he eventually moved his way behind both Andromeda and Lyla. There was a rushing sound of air, resonating from his mask, as though he was smelling both of them. It didn't take long for him to begin feeling up Lyla. It began to fondle her like a toddler, holding and groping every part about her, but only doing so for a second and doing so as subtlety as he could. For Malivic, his wife could wait for just a bit. This new prey was intriguing to him.

It didn't take long for his cloak to start draping the human as his hands began to stimulate Lyla's breasts and her . . . private place if you will.

"This new specimen . . . where did you find her."

There it was, that very damned sentence. Whenever he spoke as if he was studying some animal, it meant he was gravely interested in whatever he was seeing. Despite the sharp talons on his hands, Malivic knew how to make the very touch of it all pleasing in every sense of the word.

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Andromeda was incredibly pissed, at first. She watched her husband grope something that belonged her, and she felt the back of her neck grow hot. Even worse, Lyla seemed to be enjoying herself. Jealousy welled up inside her, until she had an interesting idea. She grinned maliciously, and dropped her drink on floor as they reached the top of the stairs, causing the glass to shatter and soaking the carpet.

She immediately got in between them, pushing Lyla against the wall, her back to Malivic. Lyla was used to her mistresses strange impulsive behavior, so she was not at all rattled. Andromeda started kissing, her hand eventually disappearing down the girl's skirt. A few moments later, she moved down to kiss her neck.

“Lyla,” she mumbled against her skin, “Were you going to give in to my husband?”

“Mistress?” the girl said, sounding confused.

With her free hand, Andromeda shoved her middle finger down the girl's throat. Lyla began to choke, but she didn't pull it out.

“I told you not to screw anyone else but me,” Andromeda said calmly, then bit into the girl's neck, tearing the artery. Blood spurted out of Lyla's neck, soaking her Vampyre mistress. Andromeda kept her finger in the girl's throat, preventing her from making too much noise, until she eventually bled out and died.

Drenched in blood, Andromeda stepped closer to Malivic and licked her bloody lips. “Sorry, did you want that?”

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All Niko could do was watch as Lady Tinsley was pulled away from them by her husband. He turned to Deirdra a little concerned, “She’s … different…” he replied not wanting to pose an insult. “For the record…” he started before Zel found his way into view. Niko grunted as the slimy stern wrapped his arm around him. He followed the man down the hall feeling a bit suspicious at the stern’s behavior. His body tensed up at the mention of Rodolfus. How dare he mention his brother, he stopped and stood tall fist clenched.

“Don’t talk to me about my brother.” He said in a thick accent, “Sprich nicht mit mir, du verrückter Mann!”

He looked at Zel, and shook his head. “My business is with your boss, not you.” He spoke “and I don’t give and Arsch Ratte who he is, I want full witnesses for all transactions.” He said pulling a cigarate from his pocket and sticking it in his mouth as he started back to the party. He didn't feel safe with Zel, feeling like it was only a matter of time before the man killed him. He walked back into the party as he lit his cigarette. Walking to back to Dedria he held out his arm for her, "Would you like to dance?" he asked trying to smile coyly.

"I don't want to talk business, i'd much rather get to know you more." he explained, wanting to know more about this woman he was to marry before making the decision final. After all he still had one last escape option up his sleeve, literally...



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Malivic stood still for a moment, observing the now blood stained wench. This action his wife had taken against him had annoyed him more than anything, but at least it gave him the proper focus towards his luscious mate. There was a crack in his neck as he kneeled onto the ground. He muttered words and after a short while, the blood slowly dripped upward and funneled into the cracks of his mask.

The Vampyre lord shuddered at the taste.

"The taste is quite . . . unique. Perhaps I will try this method of consumption later . . . until then-"

Instantly his form whipped towards Andromeda, hands grabbing wrists as he forced her to a wall. The clicking from his throat continued as his voice grew ever deeper. He was angry, lustful but angry. He wanted some new meat to sustain him, but instead his ever failing mate was there to put an end to his pleasure.

"it seems I need to teach you manners, wIfe"

As his masked began to open up on its hinges, the darkness hid the outline of his face. There was no one to see his face other than his mate and him, though both knew how it had already looked like previous to this. He was going to take his time with her ever so slowly and as he moved for his wife's neck, his tongues began to slather the area with an erotic smelling goop of saliva and . . . something more.

ZEL

"Shit," he said as Niko walked off. He was hoping for the man to notice the lack of intent to kill, but whatever. Perhaps he had done this to himself with the overacting and the hostility. Then again, Zel did sort of kill the man's brother . . . hmm, what could he do.

Tired of waiting, but not wanting to take the lord away from Deirdra, Zel sneaked his way back towards Niko and slipped a note in his pocket. Surprisingly, he was also quick to disappear again and now the stien was going to have to play the waiting game.

"I hate being patient."

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Niko smiled respectfully as the room made room for them, he couldn't help but be impressed, she certainly commanded people's respect. His eyes wandered as they danced, the whole room was looking at them as they danced. He smiled amused as she spoke, “I do understand, this isn’t exactly something I’d prefer either.” He spoke to her as he twirled her on the dance floor. She asked him about the rumors he’d heard about her, he wondered if she really knew what people call her outside the papered walls of her family’s influence. “I’ve heard many things from different sources.” He said in a calm way, not realizing the small note slipped into his pocket.

“You are accomplished, well-educated true?” he asked twirling her once more then bringing her close to his body. “You’ve refused more gentlemen callers then…” he paused, not wanting to insult her and quickly changed the subject. “Even among your father’s closest friends,” refusing to call any woman a Shrew to their face. “Tell me meine engelein, have you heard anything about me?” he asked her. Niko continued to dance with her future wife for nearly half the evening. Before he knew it he had been dancing nearly an hour with her (time lapse) and he didn’t care.

When he stopped walked her to the side of the room once more, when he noticed the note in his pocket. Fiddling with it for a bit, Niko took the note and read it to himself only to discover it was from Zel.
"I don't know why Malivic wants you in the family, granted, I know you think you're giving the man money, but I snuck into his vault some time ago. It's not empty.

He's not using it either for something or so he has an excuse to get you outta hiding. We need to talk and I don't have two flying fucks about our past

Meet me On the East wing when you get the chance. I'll disable sentries so we won't be watched.

Destroy this note when you get the chance."

He looked up to Deirdra and smiled folding the note into fourths, placing it in between his fingers he brought it to her lips. “I’m afraid I must part with you meine engelein.” The paper lit up in a red flame, engulfing the paper and turning its form into a rose. “For you,” He gave he the rose and smiled gently before heading to the east wing as the note described.

Gringoire Dupre Tinsley




Greg found his way back to the party and to the drink table, where he was taking a liking to a rather marvelous vintage. He watched as his sister and friend seemed to be hitting it of quite well, it made the man smiled to see such a sight. He knew Niko had some hard times in the past and wanted to see him happy, and Deirdra despite being his sister was a logical choice. He saw them becoming a great couple, down the line and knew they would make great parents when that time came.

He saw his friend leave the party and he approached his sister, "So dear sister how is the bride doing this evening, Im sorry if we haven't been able to talk much." he smiled sharply.

"You and Niko make a smart couple you know." he told her, "and you seemed to enjoy yourselves I mean you dance for nearly an hour." he grinned looking at his kid sister.

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((Disclaimer: I reserve the right to control Andromeda for the sake of the story.))

Andromeda found herself in a state of ecstasy her husband’s body making her loans quiver and yearn for his touch. When it was over, she smiled gently “a new record, husband.” She said, “But hardly anything to brag about.” She spoke out silently mocking his sexual performance.

“Now shouldn’t we get back to the party, aren’t you supposed to make a grand speech or something?” she asked trying to incher herself away from his embrace.

((yea, I really suck at romance scenes of passion, but it had to be done.))

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Greg looked at his little sister and smiled, “You know I remember when you were little and I taught you how to ride.” He spoke to her in a silent voice as they walked to the balcony garden. “You would sit up and demand to race home after our lesions, and you always won.” He shook his head knowing he always let her win back then.

“I met Niko just before one of your birthdays you know, Do you still have that locket I gave you that year?” he asked remembering but the small heart shaped locket he got for her all those years ago. He told her that it was a magic locket and that her truelove’s portrait was on the inside. It was a picture of Niko, he had done when the man was much younger, but she wouldn’t be able to open it without the key.

“Well, I think it’s time you know.” He reached into his pocket and gave her a small key. “When you are alone, open that locket I gave you all those years ago, and you will understand.” He said patting her head gently before heading back into the party.