Aphrodite Black

"I've seen what humans can do to themselves. They think we are monsters? They should really look in the mirror some time."

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a character in “Blood of the Covenant”, as played by Arrow-



"I've seen what humans can do to themselves. They think we are monsters? They should really look in the mirror some time."



Full Name:
Aphrodite Black

Nicknames and Aliases:
Originally named Aphrodite Isla Avery.



Half Greek, Half British

Sexual Orientation:


Fledgling. Works as a Musician or a Bartender.


Hair Color:
Depending on the light it can either be a dark chocolate brown, to a dirty blonde.

Eye Color: Changes according to hunger.

Height: 110

Weight: 5'5"

None at the moment.

Belly button pierced, and ears.

Aphrodite had been named after the goddess of love and beauty by her parents, in hopes she would grow to become a beautiful woman. This, of course, did happen. She has a thin and yet tall body with slight curves and a modest bust and because of this, she likes to wear tighter clothing to pull off the 'rocker' look when she is in the club. Her hair grew long, chocolate brown and wavy, her face thinned of its baby fat, leaving behind a soft jaw, high cheekbones and doe-like eyes.

After she was turned, her blue eyes darkened and began to change with her hunger and mood. Her originally sun-kissed skin turned pale as snow. Her body grew sharper, more toned and stronger, so even though she is thin and light, she has the reflexes of a cat.






{Sarcastic, Kind to Those she Loves, Charming, Smart}
There are two sides to Aphrodite. Some times she is a sweet and curious girl who likes to follow Caius around to see what its like to be the vampire's leader. She always feels like she has to impress the leader, AKA, her creator. Other times she likes to be hyper and wild and laughable. This side is usually more seen in the club when she gets to dress up and have fun. She likes to dance and sing for people, make jokes and be sarcastic. Overall though, she is quite charming and is easy to make friends with. Luckily, she is quite smart as well, not a complete airhead on some topics, though she may lack a bit of common sense.
Writing, Playing Instruments, Learning More About Vampires

Bites her bottom lip when nervous (thus, usually cutting herself on a fang).
When bored she likes to move her fingers against surfaces, fingering out cords or keys.
Leaves books lying about wherever she goes.

When she was a human she had anemia, which is a lack of iron in her blood.
She gets hyper off of blood

Likes/Loves:(At least 5)(repeat format if more)
  • Music
  • Reading
  • Blood
  • Fall
  • The Moon
  • Rain
Dislikes/Hates:(At least 5)(repeat format if more)
  • When she's too hot
  • Hunger
  • Being Ignored
  • Obnoxious People Who Think They Are The Best
  • Smell of Burnt Things



Place Of Origin: Athens, Greece
Birth Date: March 27th, 1994
Aphrodite was born in Greece to her Greek mother, Kiki Avery and British father, Charles Avery. She considered herself their mistake, as they had been quite young when they had her, Kiki being seventeen and Charles being one year older at eighteen. This lead to some interesting parenting styles. Of course Aphrodite's grandparents wouldn't help the young couple, so money was tight and their household was busy. When Aphrodite was ten she was already taking care of herself. She could heat up soup, make toast or grilled cheese and they always had juice boxes. Her parents were too busy with multiple jobs and didn't have time to take care of their daughter. Because of this loneliness though, Aphrodite had much time as a child to read and grow her intellect, enough so that her parents started to notice and decided to start sending her to 'smarter people schools' in London with her fathers sister, her Aunt Annabeth.

School was dry in London, she barely made friends and soon became bored with education. Sure, she understood the material well enough, but what was the point in even attending school when she didn't care what was happening. These feelings were what caused her to run away at the age of sixteen and join up with a rock band in London. This is where she met her best friend and future boyfriend, Erza Stone. He was like fire to her. Haunting, beautiful, warm to stare at, tempting, and yet at the same time, dangerous. He made her feel alive and excited. He taught her how to play guitar, showed her how to sing and be confident with who she was. Things had gone blissfully for her until Erza got into drugs. He turned into a monster, always wanting, needing more. Since she loved him, she wanted to help him quit, but whenever he got close to quitting, he would relapse and get worse... She ended up feeding the monster inside of him more and more until the Erza she knew was gone. Aphrodite left when she saw what kind of a man he had become. In her mind, seeing what he was doing to himself, seeing the old Erza she knew slowly deteriorating and becoming a drug-hyped zombie was worse than seeing his true death. At least that would have been fast.

She escaped to America and ended up jumping around the states, everywhere from California, to Texas, to Washington and everywhere in between. Her last stop was Detroit, Michigan where one night she was looking around the best clubs. She had met a man. Tall, dark, handsome. Something about him reminded her of the man she had lost, and so she talked to him. He was, on the contrary, nothing like Erza. Instead he was much colder, but she didn't mind. She ended up spilling her life story to him and the next thing she knew he was taking her away from the club.

One year later and Aphrodite is still getting used to her new Vampire body. She enjoys following her creator, aka Caius, and seeing how he does things. She has a knack for not treating him with as much respect as a fledgling should to the Doyen, instead seeing him as a great friend or loved one she can bother. She still has problems feeding and not draining people, so she often needs assistance when going feeding.

Happiest Memory: Being on the run with Ezra and the band. Feeling freedom.
Saddest Memory:
Seeing the man she loved turn into a drug junky.

Face Claim: Barbara Palvin

So begins...

Aphrodite Black's Story

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Character Portrait: Caius Dubois Character Portrait: Aphrodite Black

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Aphrodite sighed as she looked around curiously. You would think after almost a year of being a vampire and living with the rest of the coven, she would finally have figured out where things were. She got lost all too easily. She found herself down hallways she didn't recognize and began to wonder if even familiar places were starting to feel foreign. It was quite annoying.

Now usually she would just follow her normal trail of books back to her room, but now that she was living with other people, she thought it best to clean up after her literature, lest anyone trip over Cue for Treason or Romeo and Juliet. These were new fascinations of hers... Books she heard Caius mention once that she had become curious about upon hearing. Speaking of Caius... Where was he? She knew he had recently had a show and was probably off to feed...

The brunette huffed and continued her search for her room, Caius, or anything familiar in particular... Because she was starting to get hungry... And a bit on edge. Since she was new, she also couldn't go feed on her own. She always needed assistance pulling away. Aphrodite had yet to find her constraint and it bothered her. Caius told her it would come in time, so she assumed he was right. He was much older than her anyways.

"Anyone?" She called irritably, as she could feel her eyes growing red and agitated, her fangs elongating in thirst. She hated the feeling of hunger. It wasn't like when she had been a human. When you were a vampire you needed to drink when you were hungry, especially when you were a weaker Fledgling like she was.

Aphrodite tried another hallway and another until she heard the faint sounds of the lute. She knew it was Caius, and was heading in his direction before she could even think about it. The music stopped soon after, but at least it was a lead to which direction she was supposed to be heading. Actually... Things were finally starting to look familiar again.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Caius Dubois Character Portrait: Annelise Nielsen Character Portrait: Aphrodite Black Character Portrait: Satt Óg Samlyndi Character Portrait: Leandra Annibelle Gates Character Portrait: Leotychides Character Portrait: Cheveyo

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Lyndi lifted a brow, noticing the brunette young woman seemingly cowering behind the chaise as she entered. Aww, how... Cute. However, she cared little. Instead, she focused on Caius. Unlike most, she wasn't inclined to bow her head in respect to her elder. Not that she didn't respect him; Lyndi simply wasn't into bowing. She did hold her tongue and give him her undivided attention though, the lightest of smirks across her lips. She could understand his terms, feeling that they were reasonable enough. After all, trust begets trust.

She was rather inclined to divulge a few tidbits of her past that nobody alive or undead knew. She wouldn't do so within the company of others. Aside from the comely blood bag oozing adoration, she could hear someone else approaching. Clearing her throat, though it was superfluous, she gave a bit of a smile. “I'd love to have a chat of credence with you, really. However, let's save that little talk for when your groupies aren't hanging all over you, yes?”

She offered a wink before leaning in to place a lingering kiss against his cheek. “Finna mér seinna”, Find me later, she told him in a seductive Icelandic tongue. Her smile shifted back into smirk as she exited the room with her usual flourish, head held high. She was curious to find out exactly how he found her as well. She would have been happy to speak further but she didn't discuss business in front of people she felt it didn't concern. Seeing as it was Caius who was offering her a job, clean blood, and a home... Well. She couldn't give two fucks about whether or not the others trusted her.

She gave a flip of her hair with a quick movement as she went back the way she came. Rather than return to the rooms of recent decades she went higher up into the warehouse to seek out the ancient rooms. Rock and roll became doo-wop and doo-wop was soon ancient hymns. It certainly was a blast from the past. There were bands such as Enya that channeled the olden days but there was nothing quite like listening to the tunes doled out by those who had actually lived through those times. The gentle melodies cradled her and carried her to a seat in the corner.

As she glanced around she smiled. She saw some Elder vampires with their fangs out freely, some with eyes closed as they too enjoyed the music. The room was designed to emulate an old tavern, doing quite well. She began to wonder who his interior decorator and architect were. The oak was flawless and the carved murals were simply intricate and breathtaking. She lost herself in thought, a haze coming over her as she hummed along with the tune. It was Tibetan...

“Enjoying yourself, agápi̱ mou?”

There was a sudden voice in her ear, a smooth baritone that was sultry and comforting, accompanied by the brushing of stubble and soft lips against her cheek. She recognized the voice in an instant and her body reacted involuntarily, her head moving and allowing the man to place a kiss against her cheek. She could feel as his fangs slid out against her skin. Their bodies greeted one another like old friends. If her heart was still beating, no doubt it would have skipped a few beats. Her body trembled at the touch as she moved into a different haze, almost pouting as she sighed. Her eyes, which had closed as soon as he touched her, snapped open as her mind finally reacted to the situation. A dark look upon her face, she snapped around in her seat to stare directly into the red eyes of her Maker.

There she was. He knew that she had been scouting the place for a month now, stalking her unseen while she stalked everyone else. She had finally come to make a decision and he knew what it was. He knew her better than any other and he played on one of her fears, feeling a bit bad for it. But it was for the better. He knew how much his Progeny was conflicted; that she trusted no one but hated to be so alone. He had been with Caius' Coven for many years now and he knew that she'd like them -- Or at least most of them. He saw how well she was getting along with James earlier that evening. In truth, it did somewhat upset him when they flirted. He felt an immediate pang of jealousy, possessiveness, and protectiveness. Old habits die hard.

James was a threat in those moments.

However, as she responded to him he couldn't help but to feel an overwhelming sense of pride and relief, tempted to slide his lips across hers. But their moment ended too soon -- though forever with her wasn't long enough -- and she quickly turned on him with poison in her eyes. He put his fangs away and knelt down on one knee. But she wouldn't hear him out. She was gone as quickly as she came, leaving him pissed off at himself. Of course she hadn't forgiven him -- He hadn't even forgiven himself. He heaved a sigh and stood, watching where she exited as though he were half expecting her to come rushing back or even to peek around the corner to see if she had been hallucinating. But she wouldn't, she didn't, of course.

He stood there like a jackass before sliding his fangs back into hiding before taking off. He wouldn't go find her because he knew that she would find him. She knew now where he was, that he was alive... She would always find him. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his loose jeans, he moved in a lumbering shuffle that was far from his usual graceful movements. He couldn't help but to be upset though he knew he didn't entirely have the right to be angry with her. Leotychides still had faith that he could mend their friendship over time once she got over the initial shock. His shuffle carried him eventually past Caius' lair to a room he had long since made his own, brushing past Aphrodite with a muttered and solemn hello as opposed to his usual flirting. The door was closed behind him as he took a seat and sat simply in wait.

“Leotychides, sir. You're needed out front... It's... It's a human. Asking for you...”

There simply was no rest for the wicked. Leo's skulking was interrupted by a younger vampire, Lila. She was a little over a century and a half in age, straight from Bulgaria. Her English had improved over the past year as she served as something of a personal assistant. He gave her a nod as she disappeared before hoisting himself up with ease, heading back out. He put on a more charming visage with a gentle smile that pulled a bit more to the left. Working security at Blood Bath didn't just mean that he handled vampires -- He handled humans just as often.

While the vampires at the club could easily rip to shreds every single one of the humans there, it was his job to make sure that everyone had a good time. He oversaw that the vampires who got too handsy, the humans who became a bother, and either one who started too much trouble were tossed out. He assumed that the human in question was Ada again, a human that he seemed to be constantly talking to about attitude. At least for appearances. He enjoyed sharing a laugh with her for the complaints lodged about her. Sometimes the complaints were reasonable enough and he would punish her as needed. More often then not it was some handsy prick who got hit trying to pull a superior card. However, he admired that she defended herself. Not that he'd say so out loud.

He was a bit shocked when he got to the ground floor entrance. There, moving about and questioning everyone he came into contact with, was a massive Native American built like a brick shithouse. Leo recognized him in an instant and raised his arm, using his hands to motion for the dark haired man to come towards him. Almost immediately, he felt quite small. The Spartan was built... Well, he was built like a Spartan. He fit his black silk shirt well and had more than enough muscle to spare. He looked like he belonged standing on a pedestal coated in clay, stark naked for eternity. However, this tan man before him stood at least a head and a half taller than him. He had to crane his neck a tad just to look into his eyes, serious eyes that were filled with curiosity and anxiety.


It was all just so strange to him.

Cheveyo had been warned a time or two before that many vampires were not very friendly with humans. That many vampires saw themselves as superior and humans only as food. He hoped that Blood Bath wouldn't be so bad, his hopes having skyrocketed when he passed a seemingly happy couple earlier before he went inside. However, as he lumbered about asking for Leotychides, the man who had contacted him and paid for his trip here, he got only curses and dirty looks. That was probably because he had stepped on more than a few toes -- literally. There were a few of the beings with fangs that looked at him with a hunger. That, he was used to. He thought he'd be dragged off soon as a woman tugged on his arm, beckoning him in a sultry tone to come with her.

Thankfully, she backed off when a larger male beckoned for him to follow. He issued a sigh of relief and quickly made his way to the blond male. With a goofy smile on his face he waited for the man to size him up with calculating red eyes, his own unable to express the smile that he gave. Their stare down took a fee minutes before they headed quickly towards a place unknown to him. He didn't struggle to keep up at first, his long legs taking large strides. He had to slow down eventually to keep from stepping on the backs of his guide's shoes as well as to avoid bumping into anyone. He raised his arms in a look of surrender, drawing more attention than necessary to himself. He was simply doing what he could to avoid bumping into anyone. Many of the vampires and human were very tiny compared to him and he didn't want to hurt anyone. Or piss them off.

He was able to put his arms down as they moved to what seemed to be a more private area consisting of hallways and doors -- many, many doors. He was lead into a room that was rather Samhain chic. He gave a nod of approval and closed the door behind him before taking a seat on a nearby white stool as he was beckoned to. “You said Lyndi was here but I didn't see her. Is she okay?” His voice was deeper than Leo's, filled with worry as his smile faltered. He watched as Leo's own smile faltered and the two shared a serious moment. A nod from the man across from him elicited a sigh, suddenly feeling as though the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders.

He smiled a little more before nodding. He had the joy of traveling with Lyndi for six years before she simply up and left. It wasn't exactly spontaneous. Cheveyo's little sister, Chosovi, had also joined him with Lyndi on their travels. However, two years ago she was killed when an enemy caught up to their vampire companion. Cheveyo would have been next had Lyndi not saved him and literally ripped apart the vampire right in front of his eyes. Their relationship was strained from her end from that point on as guilt and anxiety overwhelmed her. He had tried reassuring her but it didn't always work. Not too long after he woke up and found the house abandoned. The deed was put in his name and he was given a bank account with more than enough money to sustain him for years to come. She had left a note that he carried around every day since, stating that she cared for him too much to keep his life in danger by being around him.

He hadn't tried searching for her despite how badly he wanted to. Nobody ever knew where to find her and those who knew her either loved her or hated her and very, very few of them didn't hate humans. For his own safety and out of respect for her wishes he didn't seek her out. However, Cheveyo had gotten a call from Leo a few days ago saying that Lyndi needed him. He now sat, listening as Leo explained just what it was that was needed.

“Lyndi needs to be in a Coven. I don't doubt her strength or ability to take care of herself but clean blood is becoming harder to come by and humans are starting to poke their noses in where it doesn't belong... Besides, she needs to be around other vampires. She needs to learn to trust people. The world is getting more difficult for our kind to flourish as we once did.”

The human listened carefully, nodding as he spoke. He wasn't the brightest star in the sky but he certainly understood what Leo was saying. What he didn't know was why the man cared so much or how he knew Lyndi. “That, uh, might be true. But SoS doesn't really... She doesn't like being told what to do or what she needs to do... And you never told me who you are, anyways...” He canted his head to the side some, offering an apologetic gaze in case he might have offended the vampire before him. Leo seemed to understand and gave a comforting smile, placing a hand against his shoulder. He had a powerful grip. “Trust me, I know. I'm her Maker -- ” Leo paused to give a chuckle at Chev's mystified mien before continuing. “I just want what's best for her. For her to be safe. I think you know, from personal experience, that she's made some enemies. What would happen if they all decided to work together? Vampires can be quite vindictive... And she's killed some important and influential people.”

Cheveyo smiled gently and gave an understanding nod before giving a blank look. “But... Why do I need to be here?... I can't protect her against anyone...” There was a tinge of despondency in his tone as he looked down some. Leo looked upon him with some pity, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “Because you might be the only thing to keep her here. I promise that you'll be well cared for here. I know the arrangement you had with Lyndi and that arrangement may remain. Just... Think about it.” Cheveyo only nodded mutely as Leo rose and exited the room.

Leo left with a weight somewhat lifted off of his chest. He knew that his Progeny would eventually forgive him in the centuries to come and they would be friends once more. He hoped. But he would stop at nothing to make sure she was safe. For now he had to handle some business. He had noticed earlier a young woman, human, wandering about with a somewhat lost expression. She was one of the few humans who happened upon the den of death with no knowledge of the place they had entered. Without knowing what they'd gotten themselves into. He had to make sure that she didn't see something and attempt to leave. Hell, he wasn't going to let her leave at all. The Spartan put on his most winsome smile as he flitted down the levels and through the rooms until the blond was in his sights.

His red eyes gleamed in the strobe lights of the room dedicated to the 2000s, target locked. Dripping with charm, he worked his wah through the crowd until he was able to grab her elbow, gently tugging her away from the throng and to the bar with a light laugh. He lifted his voice with a feigned gaze of curiosity, releasing her. “Leo -- I work security here and I haven't seen you around here before. What brings you?” As he introduced himself, he looked down at the woman who was quite petite compared to him, taking a moment to admire her. She was very beautiful and her blood smelled... Oh, it was simply to die for. It nearly made him drool though he managed to keep his cool, leaning against the bar in a more relaxed position.

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Character Portrait: Caius Dubois Character Portrait: Annelise Nielsen Character Portrait: Aphrodite Black

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Aphrodite sighed happily as she finally found her way through the maze that was the clubs hallways, and to the room that she knew as Caius'. She gave a quick knock before peaking in. "Caius?" She grinned and padded in. Yes, she was a bit nosy to him and liked to bother the seemingly emotionless man, but she felt like she was growing on him. "You really need to work on the layout of this place, I keep getting lost.."

She paused when she saw who was with him. Annelise. She was his personal blood slave, which would usually make her a bit hesitant about her being so close to him, but she was a human. She knew Caius' view on humans, as he had passed them down on her as well. The problem now though, was that she had recently been bit and was still slowly bleeding... This was quite painful for Aphrodite, as she was a newborn and had horrible restraint, plus she was starving. As her eyes grew more bloodshot and her hand on the doorframe tightened, almost causing splinters, she turned away. "I'll wait in the hallway.." She muttered, voice raspy from sudden thirst. "Even though your ancient, I know you can still move pretty fast. Don't take too long..". She tried to laugh it off and went into the hallway.

Her eyes shut tight as she tried to concentrate on not attacking something. This was the part about being a vampire she didn't like. She liked blood, a lot... But she didn't like the crazed feeling she got when hunger came. Almost like she could tear the first living thing she saw apart. It chilled her to the bones. Not because of her possibly endangering a human, but because she didn't want to become a blood crazed monster. Caius had once told her it would get easier eventually. She was still waiting for that day..

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Character Portrait: Caius Dubois Character Portrait: Annelise Nielsen Character Portrait: Aphrodite Black Character Portrait: Satt Óg Samlyndi

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Caius's eyes quickly followed the female vampire's as she looked to Annelise. He didn't even to turn completely toward the girl to realize Lyndi was formulating some thought about her. Before he could say something, she turned back to him. There was a smirk playing along her lips, but he did not mimic it. Rather, he met it with his usual apathetic expression. Inside, however, he calculated her movements and took mental notes on how she held herself, how she moved. She was a damn good actress though. She was cautious though, for she shied away as a figure began to move down the hall toward his room.

"I highly doubt the secrets you hold in your memory can not be spoken before a human," he countered. Still, he wouldn't push her. They both knew that he was the one interested in hiring her on. Had he not wanted her here, he would not have gone seeking her. The smile she flashed even managed to evoke some sort of emotion out of him. What that emotion was, however, he could not say.

Before he could move back to his chaise, she approached and placed a kiss against his cheek, her frigid lips against his frigid flesh. The language she spoke was not one he had mastered, but he still managed to find some meaning in her words. Though his gut seemed to respond with a clench, his face did not betray this reaction. Instead, he watched her with his blank slate of a face as she smirked back at him. "You shall enjoy the club. I am certain of it." He would know where to find her when he managed to find his way up there.

Her pale locks were the last he saw of her as she disappeared through the door with as much flourish as she had entered with.

Caius turned to resume his position for just a bit more, to hang on to that rush that came with drinking. There was a knock on the door, however, and he suddenly turned to look at it. Aphrodite pushed her head through then, her eyes a startlingly light pink and bloodshot. He trusted the girl, yet he instinctively braced himself slightly, prepared to grab her should she dart for Annelise out of hunger.

"Non sine pulvere palma," he replied quickly, his first language rolling off of his tongue with ease. Realizing there were few who knew Latin as he did, let alone spoke it as he did, he hurried to translate his words. "No reward without effort." Caius spared a smile for her, something only those he spent excessive periods of time around would ever see. Her childish ways were, in a word, endearing. He'd been that winsome once, young and excited by the idea of having a limitless life stretched out before him.

In many ways, she reminded him of himself. Perhaps that was because she had begun to adopt his philosophies unquestioningly. Though on the outside he may have seemed against the idea of another following him, he also knew, deep down, that imitation happened to be the greatest for of flattery. Besides, she certainly needed someone to monitor her. Otherwise, they'd have a crisis on their hands.

"My age only works toward my advantage, ma mie," he replied, shrugging the leather jacket off of his shoulders now so that he could toss it on to the couch. Beneath, he had on a The Who shirt on which both sleeves had been cut off in a sloppy manner. The design on it had faded with age and wear. "I shall be with you shortly." He waited until the door closed behind her before he turned to Annelise.

She still bled slightly, for he could smell it in the room. Perhaps it was not good to send her out, for if she were to be attacked, there was no chance of her fighting off an attacker. However, most, if not all, of the vampires within the club were aware of her status as his blood slave. Few would risk jumping her. "When you have ceased to bleed, you must follow that new vampire. The blonde one. Do not attract attention to yourself, but you must watch her." He pulled the skinny jeans higher on his body as he watched her.

Shooting a look back at her, he followed Aphrodite out of the room, but he continued to walk, beckoning her to move after him with a curl of his index finger. "I am afraid you were turned in the wrong century," he commented, stalking about the halls with his hands in his pockets. "Us 'ancient' vampires remember being able to take blood whenever we wanted. The humans are just finally catching up to us." Sound leaked out of the rooms as they moved by, each with its own set of sounds. Finally, he moved into one of the more recent rooms where waves of vampires and blood slaves milled about. He just so happened to be sharing the room with Leo and Leandra.

He took a seat at the bar within the room and gestured for the bartender as he spoke. "Drink from her," he commanded, pointing afterwards in the direction of a wandering woman twirling her dark hair in an anxious manner. She was only a few steps away. "I shall be right here to stop you."

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Character Portrait: Caius Dubois Character Portrait: Aphrodite Black

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Aphrodite looked up as Caius began out of the room and walked right past her. She would have thought him angry at her, were it not for the curl of his finger beckoning her to follow. And who was she kidding? Caius couldn't be angry at her, she was just too cute to be angry at. She almost laughed at her own sarcasm, but her sore, parched throat caused her pain. Instead, she kept quiet and stalked after the man who was her mentor.

He lead her right to the main part of the club, the beat and tempo of the music banging the inside of her skull. It was oddly soothing. When she had run away from her family, clubs and music became her new home and her new passion. Dancing, singing, playing instruments. It gave her a thrill just watching all of it, and she could have forever if it weren't for the reoccurring pain in her throat that begged her to bite.

When Caius gestured to the black haired girl and told her to feed, she did so eagerly. She barely noticed the other vampires at the bar or the other humans milling about. The brunette girl smirked and leapt toward the woman in a flash. If she had any respect for humans anymore, she would have felt bad for the girl as she shoved her against a wall with her newborn strength and sank her fangs into a vein. She almost moaned at the feel of the liquid rushing into her mouth and sating her thirst. It wasn't the best blood she had tasted, but it did the trick.

The woman pinned to the wall squirmed a bit, possibly in pain, as Aphrodite kept drinking. She couldn't pull away. The girls pulse was mesmerizing, synching to the beat of the song and getting Aphrodite all wound up. She drank more and more, even when she was full she just couldn't stop. It was too hard to stop, she didn't care if she drained her...

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Character Portrait: Caius Dubois Character Portrait: Annelise Nielsen Character Portrait: Aphrodite Black Character Portrait: Satt Óg Samlyndi Character Portrait: Leotychides

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Annelise sat uncomfortably through the second intrusion, her hopes of spending some quality time with her Master quickly disappearing as he gave her orders. She gave a curt nod and smiled gently at him before he exited, murmuring a polite “Yes Master.” as he glanced towards her. She sighed softly, chewing her lip nervously as she put more pressure on the wound, praying she wouldn’t be detected although she knew that chances of her getting away without suspicion or being caught were mostly nonexistent.

She sat for three minutes more as she waited for the bleeding to fully subside, wiping away any excess dried blood. Her mind searched blindly as she wondered where she would possibly find this new vampire in the massive club. She could be anywhere and it could take at least an hour to find her, probably more. Annelise cursed herself as she moved to stand and instantly fell backwards onto the chaise as her head spun. She knew she was lightheaded before she came to Caius, why didn’t she just tell him first? Slowly, she made her way to the door on her wobbly legs, gripping the door frame for balance as she held her throbbing head as her vision faded in and out.

Where to start? Most would be crowding in the modern areas, but Annelise didn’t know this woman. She knew she was older, but that didn’t say anything about her personality. Many ancient vampires liked to hang around their own eras, but she had still seen plenty who were happy to stay with the present. Better to go with the norm though, she thought. So she started up, trying to keep her balance as she made her way up and up and up, moving groggily through the years. Though she had been with the coven for three years Annelise still found it confusing trying to find her way around the club. Having a brain that was slowly giving up on her didn’t help.

Finally she made her way closer the top and spotted Lyndi’s pale golden locks. She thanked the darkness of the room as she leaned against the wall and watched her, just close enough to hear what she said. Annelise finally relaxed, her eyes constantly threatening to droop shut as Leotychides approached Lyndi. Her eyes snapped open as the exchange ended within seconds with Lyndi disappearing and leaving Annelise struggling to find her and keep up agian. The brunette gave a weak groan and pushed herself off the wall, picking up the pace and quickly regretting it as she fell back on her ass the second she entered the hallway, her vision going black.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Caius Dubois Character Portrait: Annelise Nielsen Character Portrait: Aphrodite Black Character Portrait: Satt Óg Samlyndi Character Portrait: Leandra Annibelle Gates Character Portrait: Leotychides

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The bartender came to him shortly after Caius gestured toward the blood slave. He had no need to request a drink, for the female vampire working the bar already knew what he would ask for. Most, if not all, of the bartenders were familiar with his preference for wines. After all, it was he who had decided that each bar ought to be equipped with an assortment of the drink. Unlike the majority of his fellow vampires, Caius declined the addition of blood to his drink, for the only reason he drank was to savor the taste. He spoke to the saying that old habits die hard.

As he sipped the dark, burgundy drink from its glass, he watched Aphrodite. It was obvious, however, that he was not paying as much attention as he ought to have, for his fangs descended as he relaxed to the pulse of the music. He looked away from her as Leo walked by and nodded. A strange female walked beside him, and he wondered only briefly who she might be. He trusted Leo, however, and knew that the older vampire had good intentions. His eyes flew back toward Aphrodite to see that she had pinned the woman to a wall. The blood slave gave a slight cry, and Caius merely lifted his glass to his lips. A few within the room turned to watch her, for even those of Caius's age could not help being fascinated by the primal instincts of a fledgling.

The scent of blood hit him, and even if he had wanted to, he probably could not have been able to retract his fangs. Though he was able to keep himself from starving by feeding from Annelise, he was incapable of filling himself, for she would certainly die. Calmly, he sipped the wine before placing the stemware on the bar. The blood slave made a sound similar to a whimper, and her eye turned pleadingly toward Caius as he approached.

In a fluid motion, he gripped her around the waist and pinched at two pressure points on either side of her jaw, effectively causing her to open it. His age gave him far more strength than her, so he easily lifted her and moved back toward the bar. The blood slave, meanwhile, slowly retreated from the room. "Are you sated now?" he asked, setting her on the bar stool he had previously occupied. His eyes lingered on the faint ring of blood around her lips. "Well, I should hope so." Caius took a seat beside her, and he reached across for his wine. "Now, I have an exigent obligation to attend to, cara." He sipped from the glass again before asking the vampire behind the counter to fill it once again. "If you were to wait in an adjoining room, however, I shall be with you shortly after." Caius picked his wine up once more and smiled down at her, fangs poking out again. "I do hope you will be able to control your impulses for now."

Having been unsure of her origins, Caius knew not which room she was in. However, he had narrowed it down to the top floor before he had even begun his hunt for the woman. Eventually, he found her within a room designed much like an old, Germanic tavern. Though he had never spent much time in them when he was younger, Caius knew that a room like this was in demand. The large number of vampires within the room only confirmed his belief.

She sat in a corner, her near-white locks giving her away. Wine still in hand, he made his way toward her and then stopped. "I have rid of my...what did you call them? Ah yes, groupies." A corner of his mouth quirked upward in a sudden motion, exposing a fang, and then both as he pulled his lips back slightly. Caius grabbed a nearby chair and twisted it around with one hand so that he could straddle it and face Lyndi. "Do tell me about yourself, stella. Have you given any thought to my offer?" He sipped from the glass after he spoke, placing his free hand on his knee.