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Petrov Yurei

Only a Vampire can love you FOREVER.

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a character in “Blood and Chocolate: Nightfall”, originally authored by Ville.Sunfall, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.


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Nickname:
Master(At home), Boss(At work)

Age:
Appears: 25-30 years
Actually: 450 years of age

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Vampire/Human type:
Homo Vampyrus Draco


Appearance


Height:
6'3 feet

Weight:
156 pounds

Eye colour:
Normally: Silver
Thirsty: Crimson red

Hair colour:
Silver/Gray: Long and wavy

General Description:
He looks like a true Draco, with ears of a Chiroptera only because he is a half breed. Lips a dark reddish purple, skin paler than death, eyes as piercing as a dragons, eye brows that shape his eye but go up at the ends, hair long and wavy. Hair that he always puts up. He stands tall and broad with a fairly buff body. His face is somewhat long, but has features of a captivating man.

He dresses in suits made for a rich man, or nice dress clothes. Once in a while he will put his hair down, but not too often. If he dresses lazy, then he is found in a kimono.

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Personality:
Petrov is somewhat alot like Shiro, They are both kind and respectful. They both live by the book of 'do on to other what you want done onto yourself'. But unlike Shiro, Petrov has a dark side to him that many fears. But those who have seen it, never had been found again. He also has a side that he only shows to Shiro, his kindness to him is not fake and his smile is always true. And the number one thing that they notice about him is his business like attitude.

Likes:
All Blood
Vampires
Reading
Dressing nicely
Solitude
Hunters

Dislikes:
Creatures other than vampires
Bright things
Animals
Phones
People

History
Petrov has lived a long life, far too long for him to list down every detail. He is though apart of the Elders community, infact he is the Eldest Elder's son, by blood. In the many years of him being there he has done nothing but learn of the vampire world and the creatures who come with it, along with humans. Humans and all the other creatures to him were nothing but blood bags to him. Blood bags that held no power what so ever.

Being raised and taught this, It wasn't too long after that he was stuck raising Shiro, whom he helped let escape the Elder World, but this is something Shiro doesn't know. It was the only way to save him from what was about to come. Petrov has never cared for someone before and Shiro was the one who had changed his mind about the world. Though he had still found every one but vampires as blood bags for himself, he still tried his best to change.

You know what they say, old habits die hard, or something like that.

Family/Associates:
Shiro Yurei - A young vampire in his care
Kaito Tomoe - Works for Shiro in placement for Tomoe's father

So begins...

Petrov Yurei's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: William Ridley Character Portrait: Shiro Yurei Character Portrait: Isuke Chitaru Character Portrait: Enoch Hendriks Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Tan Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Zhang Guiying Character Portrait: Carth Insidiatori Character Portrait: Robb Roswell Character Portrait: Kaito Tomoe Character Portrait: Alan F White Character Portrait: Jill Schwarz Character Portrait: Anais Calverleigh Character Portrait: Neptune Amaterasu Character Portrait: Alesso Von Burgentine Character Portrait: Petrov Yurei
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The music was loud, the rythmic beat felt as if it was pounding inside his skull but the man sat at the bar didn't mind this one bit, it just added to the atmosphere in the room creating a thick and primordial, animalistic charge that hung in the air as the customers either raved to the beat or sated their varying thirsts. Smiling to himself as he saw the revellers having a good time whilst the staff tried their best please them, the figure sat at the bar picked up his drink and downed it's content; feeling satisfied at the burning sensation of the whiskey and a coppery taste of something that wouldn't be found in a lot of people's cocktail. After ordering another drink the man lit up a cigarette, taking a long drag on it before letting out an equally long exhalation the individual scanned his environment; as he looked past the usual customers and the "entertainers" he noticed the owner of the nightclub was no where to be seen but his favourite pet, one which was rumoured to be the owners right hand man despite only being a worker, was working the floor as he usually did, the man he was looking for on the other hand was as absent as the owner.

Hmm, Petrov mentioned the parte codardo di merda would be paranoid but this is ridiculous, the man scolded in his head picking up his fresh drink and once again downing the contents, his one good eye fixed on the entrance. After some time had passed, his mark finally showed up and headed towards the watching man, his head was down and the man looked like he would run as soon as the watcher made any movement as he shuffled towards the bar. "H-hey there Carth what's with the sudden meeting, ey?" The newcomer asked, squirming as he made himself on one of the stools next to the more imposing man. "Well Jacob it's the usual stuff, one of us has been running amuck amongst the donatore dii sangue and Petrov's found out," Carth mentioned light heartedly a casual grin on his face as if he was filling in an old friend on the latest gossip, noticing a slight tremble in the smaller mans lower lip, "And he's asked us to get rid them." At this last sentence Jacob seemed to visually relax, causing the grin on the other man's lips to retract I to a smirk.

With a nod of his head he signalled the bartender who had been waiting on them to serve them two drinks, Carth's usual: a whiskey cocktail containing sugar syrup, single malt whiskey and his most favourite liquid, A- blood. For the man who was no longer squirming on his seat, a screw driver was poured but with something else added to it as well, a little something extra Carth had tipped the barkeep to add once the mark had shown up. Picking up his own drink, Carth saluted both the man behind the bar and the man sat next to him and drank his beloved liquor in one gulp and waited for the other man to follow suit, to which he did as on que. With the smirk still on Carth's face he asked for his tab and payed it, grabbing Jacob under the armpit and half dragged him out the back exit, the drug that was added to the drink was now taking hold of the man as he made no attempt to resist the only thing he could do was whimper. When they where safely out of everyone's sight in a back alley that stunk of urine, Carth threw the man into the closest pile of refuge, his whimpers growing in intensity. "P-please don't do this, we're buddies right? You wouldn't kill a buddy over a mistake right?" Jacob begged on his knees, tears in his eyes a glimmer of hope in those brown doe like eyes that maybe he could squirm his way out of his inevitable demise. "I don't make the rules." Carth said flatly, as he pulled out a colt .1911 from a hidden holster attached close to his left shoulder and attached a silencer that he produced from his pocket.

"It's nothing personal." And with that said, he placed the tip of the silenced gun to the begging mans forehead and pulled the trigger, shielding his face from the splash back as Jacobs vitae as the man's body slumped backwards, bending it's back in an unnatural way. His job still not finished the armed man placed a carefully aimed round into the body's heart and that was it, job over although conscious wise it wouldn't be over for another week but still he was done and that was all that mattered. He detached the silencer and placed everything back were it had previously been, he even went has far as picking up the spent cartridge and dropped it, nonchalant into the closest trash bin. He needn't worry about the body being discovered, it would be nothing but dust in half an hour or so, with that on his mind he pulled out his mobile phone and called his employer. When the call was accepted he stated, "It's done Petrov, the 'miscreant' has been dealt with. If you need anything else I'm just a call away." He let out a loud sigh as he hung up, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, hopefully that's it for the day but... The night is still young.

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Character Portrait: William Ridley Character Portrait: Shiro Yurei Character Portrait: Isuke Chitaru Character Portrait: Enoch Hendriks Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Tan Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Zhang Guiying Character Portrait: Carth Insidiatori Character Portrait: Robb Roswell Character Portrait: Kaito Tomoe Character Portrait: Alan F White Character Portrait: Jill Schwarz Character Portrait: Anais Calverleigh Character Portrait: Neptune Amaterasu Character Portrait: Alesso Von Burgentine Character Portrait: Petrov Yurei
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William's deep pink eyes narrowed as he peered over the shoulder of his guard. "Who is that?" He demanded thrusting a narrow pale finger at the screen, the blurry image of a man flickered at the bar. The guard blinked and leaned in squinting at the screen.

"I dunno." He muttered. William smacked him in the back of the head with his cane.

"Don't give me I dunno. Give me names. Watch him, and figure out who that other man is." He snapped. He knew from experience that these things didn't simply go away. He needed to take action before the shit storm blew in his direction and ruined the crops he'd worked so hard to sow. He turned away, leaning on the silver handle of his cane and pulled out a cell phone. It was an old flip model colored purple and green as most of his things where, the image of a white rabbit printed on the front. He pressed a few of the buttons and typed in a message before flipping it closed then left the security room, leaving the guard chatting on the coms.

William walked down the narrow halls that lined the upper floors of his club, he could feel the vibrations of the electronic noise coming from the dance hall of the night club but the sound itself was muffled thanks to the money he'd spent in noise cancellation insulation, it still made he head ache, which was why his own living quarters where several stories up still. These floors belonged to the staff and for the few who could manage to afford a private evening with one or two of his ghouls the price was higher than admittance to the club AND the Feeding floors combined so the rooms on that level where never filled completely. William took to the stairs and carefully worked his way up them, hoping that his Little Cat got his message.






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Robb, meanwhile had been on the stage. Treating the guests to suggestive glances and winks as he shook his arse on stage. He'd started off in little more than a fluorescent green suit coat and pants and a loosely done purple tie, his pale shapely torso visible to all as he danced to those who enjoyed that sort of thing, tossing his tie and coat into the audience until all he wore was the pants low and revealing on his waist, an equally fluorescent pink G-string just visible. Robb had felt his waist vibrate as William paged him and he finished up his act, bowing low and giving the women at the front a wink of his blind eye, and a grin. Robb had a body nicely suited for his job, thin, his stomach flat but not emaciated, muscles just rippling beneath his skin. For an 87 year old he had a body to die for. He left the stage and pulled on a dark purple dress shirt over his bare torso inquiring on the nearest guards what had happened.

"Some suspicious guy spotted at the bar. Spotted him going off with another guy might've been drugged. He wants us to bring the guy up to him for payment." The guard said. All the guards where dressed in all black with the logo of the club stitched on their breasts and a purple and pink tie. They all wore earpieces and radios and they all carried both tasers and guns. Every single one of the guards where big burly men with at least basic training in the art of subduing a rowdy party-goer. Half where also trained in killing vampires.

"Why does he want me out there?" Robb asked, exasperated. The guard merely shrugged. Robb sighed. "Two of you come with me, let's go offer this man a rare visit with the White Rabbit."

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Image It had become a long day for Petrov, with what planning and making preparations for the business to bump up it’s game a bit. With all the newcomers the business has lacked some. With what the mistake with Jacob and other things that would be shortly taken care of.

Bizz Bizz

Leaning back in his chair at the sound of his phone buzzing away, he knew right away at who could be calling. Not having to say a word he answered the phone.

“Its done Petrov, the ‘miscreant’ has been dealt with. If you need anything else I’m just a call away.”

With one soft chuckle he closed his cell and smiled to himself. “You know you don’t want to be called. But it’s fun teasing you.”

Turn at his desk chair he stared out the huge wall to wall glass windows at the top of his building. The city lights were as bright as ever, a city in which only looked beautiful from a distance. If only the humans knew of what we knew, if only they saw what we did. The world would no longer be so precious to look at.

Anyways at this point of time, the day was over at the night was young. It was a perfect time for him to go and see an old son of his. At this time of night he should be on his way to the docks for from Trading to go down. The new shipment had came in just this afternoon.

It wasn’t hard for Petrov to track down his son, even though they aren’t father and son by birthing, they are it by blood share and Vamp marking. It was easy to do for him seeing as he had the blood of the Elder’s running through him. He could pretty much get away with anything and it wouldn’t matter, such as blood share. It’s normally a crime in the vampire world, or more like a disbandment of some sort against the vampire race. Maybe it was more like a disgrace or a mockery. Not really sure which was more horrible.

Fumbling with his long silvery hair he got up and walked out his office. Hopping into his car, going to the docks was a very improper, letting him know that he was coming was something in which had to be done. Also Carth…

With a fast contact to Crath’s phone, Petrov tilted his head back while he spoke in a voice in which held a strong ancient accent. “The docks in 10.”

Leaving it at that, when the car finally reached the docks, he waited in his car for his son to show up. And knowing Carth, he’d most likely make his way into Petrov’s car limo.

“Sir, do we wait?” The driver asked looking into the rearview mirror.

“Of course... It would explain why I am still sitting.” Closing his eyes he crossed one leg over the other and placed his hands neatly on his lap, almost as if he was meditating or becoming a statue. Enjoying the silence now that the car was shut off. The only thing he could hear perfectly was the driver’s heart beat and steady flowing blood coursing through his veins. With just this, you could tell the driver was young and took great care of his health. The scent that flowed off of him and swirled around the car was refreshing. Like a nice calming incense that most people use.

The sound of people moving crates had started up and the sight of a well young looking man with white hair had stepped up. Wearing nothing but well bought spendy clothes. Yet there was something else that bothered him. His son had cut his hair leaving the sides behind his ear’s long.. What was he ever to do with that boy.
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Iven was pretty far away from the scene he was currently spying on. After all it was far too risky to spy from up close, from afar he had a better chance of running off and becoming one with the shadows. He wore his usual Hunter attire, as he liked to call it, completely black clothing, masked, flexible leather materials, he loved his clothes he had to admit. The only part of him that was not dark was his skin and his damaged eye, but even then dark makeup surrounded his eyes. Tonight was a rather windy night, and so his hair was black, long hair was tied back into a small ponytail of sorts.

His dark, judging eyes that looked like that of an eagles watched the scenes unravel by the docks through the expensive, high quality binoculars he held firmly between leather gloved hands. Iven was at the very top of a taller, straight building that seemed to have either been abandoned and run down, or simply need a lot of work done to it, either way, no one was there and it was a perfect place to lay on his stomach on the flat rooftop. He enjoyed being up high, perhaps looking down on the world gave him a rather odd sense of superiority as silly as it may sound.

Of course, he could not hear anything, he was a Human after all, all he could do was observe the obvious humans as they reacted quite nervously as the obvious 'abomination' approached them in such a deliberate, dramatic manner. A limo also stood out to him, no doubt another one of THEM was inside of it. Today was a simple game of finding out as much information as he could, he wasn't stupid enough to simply swoop down and take any of them on no, but perhaps later the Humans would find themselves forced to give him the details of this little shipment meeting, he expected the obvious but would not jump to conclusions. One way or another, he'd eventually know exactly why this trading was going down, what they were trading, and what each and every person or... thing was capable of, before finally, he'd strike someone down. That was the plan anyway. A devious smirk unintentionally formed on his face as he thought about it, continuing to study the scenes below and letting out a relaxed sigh. "Tonight's gonna be a good night."

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Character Portrait: Shiro Yurei Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Tan Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Petrov Yurei
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Strobe-type lights swung from the ceiling creating a misty, hazy effect in the strip club which was the perfect ambiance for the gawking customers waving money in the air, whooping and cheering for the women dancing in front of them. As the night wore on, more men filled the place to see the main acts. The lights dimmed dramatically as a baritone male voice came over the speakers. “Ok gents, it’s time for what you all have been waiting for! Tonight’s main act is...Stacy Lace!” The room erupted in cheers to welcome Liz, known here as Stacey Lace.

The spotlight aimed for the curtains and the cheers died down in anticipation. Suddenly they swung open to reveal Liz clad in a plaid, cropped shirt that was tied in front, a pair of jean shorts, and a pair of high heeled boots as “Don’t Cha” blared loudly. She strutted down the catwalk part of the stage, allowing the fellas to get a good long look at what she had on, savoring every second she was on stage. Before diving into the pole dancing, Liz checked out the audience, seductively swinging her hips at the men nearest the stage. A guy waving a fistful of cash caught her eye, so she eased by him and dropped down, taking care to wave her ass close to his face. He excitedly slipped a few bills in the black lace panties that were peeking out from her shorts.

After a round or two, Liz unbuttoned her blouse, coyly hiding her front from the audience. Dropping the top, she turned to the audience, showing off a black lace top that barely covered her nipples. The crowd cheered heartily as she rolled her body to the music and shimmied for a few choice customers. Liz grabbed the pole, slowly sliding up and down it then kicked off the ground to spin downward, ultimately ending up in a split. The fellas went wild whistling and cheering.

The show went without a hitch. The money poured in as Liz, or Stacy Lace as the guys knew her, shook and showed off her beautiful body. “Give it up for Stacy Lace! And remember, if this wasn’t enough you can always get a personal dance out here on the main floor, or for a little more privacy, you can get a private dance in one of our separate rooms and you’ll get to see much more of her!”

Once she was back stage, Liz pulled out all the money that’d been shoved in her panties and bra, counting them as she went to her dressing room. Only the highest requested ladies got their own rooms. The others had a locker room. Liz closed her door, lit a cigarette and slipped her shorts back on. She picked up the cash once again, recounting it. $475…not bad for just the main show She put the cash back down leaning back in a chair. Now that her main show was done, all she had to do was wait to be requested, which shouldn’t be too far from now. Just as she thought that, there were three quick knocks at her door. One more hour of this shit then it’s on to the real work.

Soon enough, she found herself fully clothed and watching her latest target, a rogue businessman that was inside a small building at the docks. He appeared to be talking business with another man inside. He smiled shaking the guy’s hand. Heh…the next deal you make will be with the barrels of my babies. She removed both guns from their holsters, laying in wait. When he left, she continued to follow him, however, he wasn’t the only person she’d noticed. There seemed to be a lot going on at the docks, considering the time. She shrugged it off however, concentrating on her current assignment.

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With his task now done Carth was contemplating on returning to the club to try and unwind, killing another vampire as cold blooded as that always rubbed him up the wrong way but it was his job and he was good at it so it was a rather necessary evil he would have to put up with if he wanted to survive for longer in this world of darkness. Remembering the cigarette that dangled limply between his limps, the brooding vampire took a long hard drag on the cancer stick, exhaling the smoke slowly though his nostrils up into the night sky; whilst he did so his nose and ears picked up that he was no longer alone. He turned around to see not only the prized pet of the club owner but also several armed guards of which the latter fingered their trigger guards with what the disadvantaged man saw only as anxiety mixed with a little hint of eagerness, this caused him to slowly raise into the air, a nervous smile spreading across his lips hoping that someone wouldn't blow their load off without warning. "D'yah have a spare?" The little ghoul asked, waving his delicate looking hands at the guards to stand down, his accent sounding both odd but strangely comforting to the now relieved vampire.

"Sure, no problem my good signore femminile, although I must warn you these are very bad for your health." He replied cheerily, an equally cheery grin appearing in his face as he produced the carton of cigarettes from his breast pocket of his jacket and offered it to the smaller male, immediately following it up with a lit personalised lighter. "Now what can I do for such a boccone saparito?" He queried heartily, a low chuckle escaping from him, he was now close enough to the human that he could smell every bit of him from the smell of his cologne and perspiration all the way to his rich, thick blood. Honestly if he hadn't had drank his fill in the club previously Carth would have had some trouble keeping himself from having a taste of the 'Blood donor' but as he was fully sated the smell was simply refreshing if not a little sickly to him now. Halfway through the other man's reply, the taller of the two phone began to ring revealing an also personalised ringtone and without even thinking about it he had answered it. "The docks in 10." Was the only thing said before the line was simply cut but it was all that had to be said, the attack dog of the elders didn't need to have asked who the voice belonged too, the accent had been drilled into his head several decades ago and it could only have been his employer.

Spitting the now almost burnt out cig onto the floor before crushing it with his boot, his attention went straight again to the person infront of him. "Okay, just get it over what ever it was you were meant to do," Carth stated in a relaxed tone, "That was my employer and neither you, me or your master would really want to keep him waiting." He gave out another large smile and placed his hands behind his head, waiting for Robb's next move.

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Character Portrait: Shiro Yurei Character Portrait: Isuke Chitaru Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Tan Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Kaito Tomoe Character Portrait: Petrov Yurei
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Kaito was calmly observing their surroundings. They were standing a top an area of shipping containers, looking down at the concrete stacked with crates and other things awaiting to be sent overseas. Beyond that was murky gray water edged in black and green; it was a place Kaito would most definitely never swim in. "Are you nervous?" He looked up when his boss addressed him, he could see that Shiro was hungry and revving for something to eat but whenever Kaito made the suggestion for him to drink his boss turned away as if the idea repulsed him. What good was Kaito if Shiro wouldn't drink his blood? It made the Ghoul feel awfully useless although he never expressed this to his employer.

"No, why would I be?" He questioned when Shiro's hand suddenly came up and pet his cheek. Kaito had braced himself for a slap as his boss could be rather unpredictable at times, but the hand was a gentle caress and Shiro's hand embrace strangely warm despite the fact that he was technically dead. Kaito nearly closed his eyes to savor the rather odd feeling, but caught himself and straightened. He looked down at the clipboard he nearly always carried in order to hide the blush that was coming across his face and wondered whatever could be going through Shiro's head.

"Stay here," Kaito looked up once more only to watch his boss take off across the shipping containers and crates, showing off his power despite his small stature. Kaito sighed and a ran hand through his blonde hair, knowing that it was going to be another long night if Shiro didn't eat something soon. Hopefully he would find a snack among the imps that were lingering below. The call of one of the pesky humans rose up to where Kaito was stationed, his voice shrill and a bit panicked as if they had not been awaiting for the young businessman. It was rather sketchy meeting out here and Kaito wondered why Shiro had ever agreed to go.

The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up. It wasn't chilly, so the goosebumps were not from the cold which could only mean one other thing; they were being watched. The Ghoul took a step forward and hesitated, Shiro had told him to stay put. Should he warn the vampire? He didn't want to interrupt the meeting if it was important, but if the eyes he sensed were hunters then they could be in serious trouble. What would his father do? He tried to think, gripping the clipboard in his hands so hard that the wood creaked.

"Shiro we're being watched!" Kaito finally called, hoping that his boss could hear him over the sound of construction and forklifts that had all decided to come to life at once. He cursed and began to pace when a black elegant, slender car caught his eye. Petrov. The Ghoul froze, the very thought of seeing Shiro's father again made him feel sick to his stomach. The last time they had met Petrov had made a few passive aggressive marks about getting rid of the assistant since Shiro had only ever drank from him once. Was his boss aware that his father was here?

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"Tsk" Shiro clicked his tongue once he heard Kaito shouting like a fool. Of course they were being watched, it was only natural. Just because he was a vampire didn't make him stupid or lack his senses. Sure if he tried hard enough, he could probably most likely locate the hunters. They all had their own stench that Shiro could never stand to smell. It wasn't bad or anything, he just couldn't stand it because they had the scent of death all over them. It was just the thing that made him crave blood more. They were pretty much a desert to him.

Walking up to the guy who had stood there waiting for his boss, Shiro smiled to him. "Do excuse me for the night. It would seem that we have no business with your boss. I'm afraid that what he carries, isn't what we need."

This was a true, from the looks of how their boss was taking his time, it only meant that they didn't come with the stuff they had agreed upon. It showed he was frightened and lacked the ability to for this job. And if it wasn't for the hunters near by, Shiro would have gotten away with what was running through his mind.

The hunger had set a bit of a fire in the pits of his stomach. There was the smell of death all over. Lowering his head, his white hair barely covered his eyes, casting a small shadow over them. "Did you know, it's not polite to turn down kids? They tend to have very bad tempers and throw fits. Their anger can be even more terrifying than a grown man. Because with a kid, you can never truly understand what they are thinking, until the last second."

Hey... The guy turned pale at what Shiro was talking about. Unable to collect his words. It was only obvious he could feel the change in the air. Wh..what are you talk-

Shiro took a step back and bent forward a bit, with one hand on his hip and the other waving. Haha! Forgive me, I just couldn't help myself. You guys are just too serious." He started to laugh, almost in tears.

Yet even though it was a joke to him, he was the only one laughing. The rest of them had become speechless and unable to respond. It was almost as if they were frozen deer who knew their time was up.
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"Now now Pet." Petrov had made his way out of the car. He had completely took in Kaito, stopping for a second to light his cigarette right next to him. You mustn't be shouting something so dangerous." He mumbled the rest through his teeth as he held the cigarette between them. In halfing a drag of smoke he glanced over to where Shiro was standing in laughter. "Beautiful isn't it? Even as a killer, he could find amusement in anything. Those poor fools."

Petrov closed his eyes. His words held no remorse, in his eyes it was purity from a child, his child. Exhaling the smoke away from Kaito's direction he dropped the rest of it and smashed it under his shoe. "Tell the boy, this is not the time to lose control and to meet me in the car. We have some things to disgust. Gag him with your blood if you must, just do your job."

He got into the back seat of Shiro's car. Sitting down he crossed one leg over the other and rested his elbow on the car door, staring out the window s he began to wait. Sure, he didn't ever get question or spoken back to. So whenever he said for something to be done, it was always done. Despite how the other felt.

The only one who had ever went against him was Shiro. Which was one of many reason he admired him so deeply. Not even his own father objected to Petrov.


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That's just stupid! Hiding is for dubbies! Gran-Papa is a jerk!" Shiro had shouted at Petrov one day in the study room of the First Elders home.

Petrov was sitting in his chair by the fireplace reading a book with a tall glass of fresh 'wine'. He had looked up to see little Shiro hanging on the edge of his chair, staring up at him with pouting eyes of a child.

Closing his book he placed his hand on top of Shiro's head. "You know we don't talk like that." Pulling Shiro into his lap he smiled softly. Leaning his elbow on the arm of the chair and rested his head in his hand. "Now tell me what's going on?"

Shiro took in a deep breath and glared at Petrov. "If it was me, I'd never hid from humans! I don't see why we have to hid in the shadows."

"Too much light will hurt you, you know this. And humans are our food, if we scare our food away, we will starve. You don't want that now do you Shiro?" He stroked his cheek softly and chuckled.

He pouted and crossed his arms. "I really dislike How you guys treat people. Just because you guys have no remorse for what you do! It's cruel! I don't like it!" Slapping Petrov's hand away, Shiro took off running.
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Remembering this made him crack a slight smile. It was refreshing to him to have someone act so indifferent towards him. If it was anyone else, he'd probably end it right there. So why this kid? There wasn't anything of value with him. He never loved him more than just a son, if even that. So he never did understand as to why.
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So he had chosen wrong..... Kaito sighed, sometimes it felt like no matter what he did it would be the wrong thing. "Now, now Pet." Kaito's body stiffened at the familiar voice. His hands clenched around the clipboard once more as he turned towards the old vampire, Shiro's father. "You mustn't be shouting something so dangerous." It took everything Kaito had not to roll his eyes at Petrov. Shiro's laughter began to rise from below them, tickling Kaito's ears. He turned to see whatever could possibly be so funny only to catch a view of Shiro cackling and the humans backing away.

"Tell the boy, this is not the time to lose control and to meet me in the car. We have some things to discuss. Gag him with your blood if you must, just do your job." Kaito nodded his head and bowed respectfully before replying with a quick "Yes sir." Only straightening once Petrov walked away. His hands un-clenched and Kaito breathed a sigh of relief, being around that man always made him nervous. Now.... He turned towards where Shiro was preparing the lambs for the slaughter and sighed knowing his boss would not be happy with him.

Nimbly Kaito made his way down to the pavement and said from behind the vampire, "Your father has requested your presence. He's waiting for you in the car." Although he was quite calm on the exterior, there was a sense of urgency in Kaito's tone that should hopefully alert Shiro that Petrov meant business.

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As Liz stalked her target, he seemed to slow down. Hiding behind a nearby wall, she watched as he looked around, studying his surroundings. Shit! How’d he know I was following him?! The man stayed still for a second then sighed and grumbled, “Goddamn workers…” Liz sighed in relief as he turned back around and continued to walk ahead. The man was referring to the other people just a few buildings away that Liz had noticed earlier. Thank God! But not that I think about it, I'm too close for comfort… Quickly, Liz climbed some containers and ended up on a rooftop. She could watch him easier from up here, and he wouldn’t notice her as easily.

He continued walking and she observed him. While he strolled, she took notice of the people still conducting business not too far away, along with the guy watching them from a nearby rooftop. As long as they don’t come over here, there shouldn’t be any problems. Liz had finally begun her hunt for tonight and she’d be damned if anyone was gonna mess this up.

Eventually he stopped again. What is it now? Damn! Whatever they’re doing over there is screwing with my paycheck. This time, he didn’t stop because he’d heard something. This time, he glanced multiple times from side to side as if to check if anyone was watching as he slowly undid his pants. Is he about to take a piss? Before long, there was the distinct sound that confirmed her suspicion. This is too perfect! While he had his pants down, she had a perfect opening to take him down.

Liz squatted, screwing silencers onto the ends of her Berettas. She then aimed them both at his head. Say goodnight, you piece of shit.

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So the piccolo spuntino shows his true fangs, the vampire thought to himself amused as he pulled another cigarette from his diminishing supply, but still I can't afford to be held up for too long, although I also can't be affording to be making myself unwelcome here. The job was beginnings of be mores roubles thanit was originally suppose to be something the vampire's employer and their higher ups wouldn't be impressed about, maybe not at Carth himself but definitely at those who slowed him down, even if he hadn't explained it to them. He once again finished the tobacco stick, it's a good thing these arent bad for me, in one drag and let out a sigh of defeat. It looked liked he was going to have to go along for the full ride of this little misunderstanding and also possibly explain who he was, something he stayed alive in this cut throat business by avoiding but still even if the owner of the club was a Perturbato, Carth was sure he could explain his line of work and the dirty little deed that took place in the club's back alley.

It was finally time to meet his maker, figuratively speaking off ourselves, and with a relaxed smile on his lips he strolled past the skinny ghoul and made his way to the entrance where the guards all stood at alert. "You better lead the way, I'll explain myself to your master before I accept any punishment." He called out as if speaking to a friend he had known for years, his hand once again reaching for his mobile, texting: The "Mad Rabbit" hasn't taken kindly to our little clean up, will be delayed to his current master, as he did this his ears began to pick up the once again pulsating music of the clubs.

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Whether or not the Vampires and Ghouls new his position was no issue to Iven. He was far too far away for them to come up to him by surprise, he'd notice before they'd get to him and then he'd simply disappear, become one with the shadows around him. Yes Iven had been doing this for many years, since he was five years old his parents had taught him, they too were Hunters. But when they died via Vampires when he was seventeen, he had to teach himself the rest. He was lucky that his Grandfather was still around to give him advise and help him as best he could, look after to him. It had been tattooed onto his brain to kill any Vampire or Ghoul he was told to kill. He did this for money of course, sometimes even other Vampires would ask him to kill another of their own kind, he'd do it, get the money, and if he didn't really like who he had worked for, he'd kill them too. Nonetheless, many still hire him knowing this, perhaps it's because of how successful he has been. Not many Hunters lived to tell the tale of their encounters with the inhuman kind.

Aside all that, the rather, young looking Vampire (although he could probably be 100+ years old) seemed to be laughing, the others around him clearly Human as they were very jumpy and nervous, it was so obvious with the help of his binoculars. God they were hopeless, it was rather embarrassing seeing his own kind, Humans, freak out and be unable to pull themselves together when facing a Vampire or Ghoul. Just be professional for once. But fear drove people to do crazy things, fear made people weak and those feared strong. He learned this the hard way, but was there ever an easy way to learn such a thing?
The young looking Vampire's follower, usually they were Ghouls and so he'd assume the follower was one, yelled something out, he could not hear it but perhaps he was alarming his Master of his presence. An elder Vampire silence him however, he seemed quite important, looked very domineering. But that was when he heard a sudden noise close by, near himself. He pulled himself away from the binoculars, startled and curious by who or what could have made the noise. Backing away from the ledge of the building, he stood up and looked around.

Iven's eyes widened slightly, surprised to see what appeared to be, another Hunter. Wait what the hell was she doing? He watched her closely as she sneaked up on a man who was taking a piss. Well then. Were they Human or Vampire? Surely she was in attempts at killing a Vampire, unless she was a bounty hunter as well? Well, she seemed to have everything under control, although he was concerned if it was her or the random Vampire who had made the noise. He simply watched, curious to see how things would play out. He was not one to interfere with another Hunter's task, and he expected the same back. But if she was in a bit of a pickle, then perhaps he'll help, when she desperately needs it. Sometimes a newbie needs to learn things the hard way, can't expect a hero.

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''Dreaming in white, splatter in red, blue faced terror I bid you goodnight.''
Valkyrie II: Lucuna || Varien





Since the early evening where everyone in his and Alan's home at the top of 'The Ivory Tower' Hotel and Casino and woken up and left him. More so for Alan and Anais to bond and wind down. He had been managing the Casino's incomes, customers in the high class suites, Getting bookings for birthdays, weddings and so on and finally guard detail, though admittedly Alan had always been better with the men and women. He seemed to be able to get on with all Vampiric races where himself had trouble often finding himself wanting to rip a few throats out. But once this was done he sighed in relief as he went back into the private elevator back up to his home.

After using a keycard only himself, Anais and Alan had to get into their home and he reached the top, the door opening and he stepped into his living room. He sighed, smiling and showing all of his sharp teeth and he threw his briefcase and wallet onto the couch. ''Finally! Away from work~! Time to get to the real work~ Fun fun fun...'' He rubbed his hands together as he walked to the open kitchen and he opened a cupboard and started to make himself a caramel latte. Humming as he waited for the water to boil. When it was done he poured his drink into a tall latte glass and put whipped cream, caramel sauce and chocolate powder over it and finally put it on a saucer with some chocolate. He would not lie. He loved such detailed and sweet things.

With that done he kicked his shoes off and loosed his tail and went to his office and opened a book with room designs, music choices, menus and entertainment ideas. ''Alright. This should get everyone into the casino for the Annual Charity Ball.'' He sat back in his leather computer chair, eating a bit of white chocolate as he spoke aloud to himself. ''Everyone loves Masquerade balls. Means you can be mean without getting told off.'' He chuckled before sitting up straight and picking up the office phone. ''Hello. Alesso Von Burgentine here. Oh great, perfect. So it will be ready for tomorrow night as planned? Oh great. Did the drapes and crystals go up alright then? Oh thank god. I would of been so upset if they didn't go up. I will get to sending out the invitations then. Okay? Okay.. bye, bye.'' He hung up and picked up the phone to see if food was getting ready then got invitations sent out to all the vampiric people of high class and middle class for the night to go on. And of course, ghouls were welcome too. No need to eat the servers and chefs now is there?

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