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Jasper Roberts

I need you to feel the pain that I felt, only tenfold

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a character in “Blood which Binds”, as played by OverTheRainbow

Description

Forbearer Pet


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Name: Jasper Colin Roberts

Nickname(s): Jasper's close friends used to call him Jas, but he never tells anyone to call him that...

Age: 24

Birthday: 22nd January 1987

Bloodtype: Bloodtype O positive

Place of Origin: Pretoria, South Africa


Likes: [list]
[*] Looking smart- Jasper doesn't own a pair of tracksuit bottoms. You will often see him wearing smart jeans with a checked shirt, but that is the most casual he will go.
[*] Cooking
[*] Taking control of situations
[*] Intimacy
[*] Cricket [list]

Dislikes: [list]
[*] Rude people
[*] Confrontation-Jasper isn't afraid of an argument, he just rather they didn't happen. He's normally that guys that steps in between two people squaring up.
[*] Being hot- If you're cold, you can wrap up warm, if you're warm, you just have to drink a lot of water and hope for the best.
[*] Rap Music
[*] People making fun of his accent- 'i'm from South Africa, get over it.'
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Fear(s):
Pyrophobia- The fear of fire. Jasper's never had a bad expierence with fire, making the fire completely irrational. The heat and uncontrollable nature of fire just scares him.
Jasper is also scared to get over the death of his fiancee; however he doesn't want to be alone forever. Robyn wouldn't want that for him.

Secret(s):
Jasper has a secret passion for writing Poetry and Song. Coming from a South African family, he was forced to have two aspiration; a rugby player or a cricketer. Now, whilst Jasper enjoy's Cricket, it was never his passion. He never told his family this. Whilst he never got to be a cricket superstar, he found himself a day job and never shared his passion with anyone except Robyn.

Personality:
The first thing to marvel about Jasper is his calm attitude; he could have been given a million things to do but will still have time and to stop and celebrate the fact that you got a text back from that guy. He really ever loses his temper. Jasper almost feel self concious about getting angry in front of others. Again, another irrational feeling in his life. If you see him lose his temper, you will more than likely receive an apology from him....more than once. It's just not the proper thing to lose ones temper in public.
Jasper used to be a cheeky little chappy. He used to be the one cracking all the jokes and making people laugh with his natural humor. That's what drew Robyn to him. Since he had lost her, Jasper had lost himself too.. He's calmness had resorted into shyness and his humor has all but gone. He'll still make the odd joke now and then but he's nowhere near the center of attention figure that he was before.
Jasper has always been a bit of nerd; the ethos of his family if you studied hard then you got the best result. With straight A's Jasper believes that he kept to that ethos pretty well... until he lost everything.
A positive that came from Robyn's death was Jasper's determination. Not only is he determined to find the bastard that killed Robyn and make him feel the same pain, the determination spreads across the board. Jasper will never leave a task unfinished.

History:
Jasper was born to Mary and Peter Roberts in Pretoria, South Africa. His father was a professor of science in the city's university, so the family were well off and well respected. Some would say that Jasper was lucky, he had everything a person could want; he was waited on hand and foot, had his own nanny and every gagdet a boy could ever need. However, there was one thing that the young Jasper wanted but was never allowed; freedom. He wasn't allowed outside of the house unless he was escorted by about a million members of staff, he wasn't allowed to play with anyone unless it was the child of one his parent's associates. Most of all, he was never allowed to play with Black people. Jasper grew up in a time when South Africa was still racially segregated. Although this ended with the the multi race elections when Jasper was nine, his parents were extremely traidionalist. They believed that the blacks didn't deserve a job, let alone a vote. They hired them as a workforce of course, it was cheap and willing labor, but that was as far as any kind of relationship went.
To get out of this frankly Victorian style of living, Jasper chose to move away to study at university; giving the excuse his parents that another university was better for the his degree of choice; teaching. He had always been told that he had incredilious amounts of patience; having taught a few of the maids how to read and do basic maths when his parents weren't around. From his parents perspective, the job was well paid and well respected, therefore they were happy.
University was how Jasper had met Robyn. The university, unlike his parents, had fully embraced the multi-ethic revolution and allowed Blacks to study on campus and mix with white people. This meant that Robyn, being a South Africian native, could study alongside Jasper. She had been studying Law and had lived on his corridor for a year. The two of them had hit things off right away and they were a couple by then end of the second semester of their first year.
However, Jasper had a big problem. His parents. Her loved Robyn, with all his heart, but he knew that his parents would never approve. There was a huge part of him that didn't care, it was no one else business what went on in their relationship.
In light of that Jasper took Robyn home with him one christmas. She had been unsure but he had assured her it would be fine. It wasn't fine. Their had been a huge argument which had culminated in both Jasper and Robyn being thrown out of the house and told never to return. This had affected Robyn in a big way, that night she had sat and cried on his shoulder for hours. She told him that he didn't need her, that she had ruined his life. He had promptly shushed her, got down on one knee and asked her to marry him. She had been hesitant at first but had accepted.
Spring 2012, The two lovers had graduated for two years now and had decided to move to America; the land of the free. This particular evening, they had been out to celebrate a friends birthday and were walking home late at night. Jasper had told his fiancee that if they took a short cut, down an alleyway, they'd get home quicker. How he wished he had never taken that route. They were half down the alley when something appeared from nowhere and took his beautiful fiancee out of his grasp, pinning her up against a wall. Jasper saw the shape of a man appear. He tried to fight it off, but was flung three or four metres in the air, landing far away from the scene. He watched in horror as Robyn was bitten by this thing , drained of all her blood and then dropped to the floor like a play thing. He screamed out in agony as she fell, causing the man to turn his attention towards him. Jasper would have been next; life wasn't worth living anymore without Robyn. However, the man had stopped in his tracks and Jasper vaguely remembered the sound of sirens. He had run away from the scene at an impossible speed; leaving Jasper alone with his dead Fiancee.
Broken. That was the word to describe life since then. He had buried Robyn in America because it was a place where she could be free. Her family had been supportive for a while; but soon people get tired, they think it was about time you got over it. But it isn't that easy or simple.
To try and get over it, Jasper saught revenge, he wanted to make that man pay for the things he had done to Robyn, to him and to her family. He had started doing some research. That man wasn't human; he knew that much. He worked out that the man had been a vampire. Jasper knew he was never going to be able to fight this man on his own. The best way to fight fire? With fire. Jasper sought out the Forbearer coven, using folk law to determine their location. He met with him and explained his story, pleading with them for help to find this man. Soon enough, they agreed.

Anything Else:
Jasper suffers from eczema and it flares up when he's stressed or worried about something.

So begins...

Jasper Roberts's Story

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Isaac Warren


Isaac sighed and closed the blind. He had been looking for.. Well he wasn’t sure what. It had been a few minutes, or possibly hours, Isaac didn’t know. The man straightened his jacket and sat in a chair in front of his desk. He opened the old wooden drawers and pulled out a piece of paper and pen. He began writing. His handwriting was very neat, and beautiful actually. After years and years of writing calligraphy, he had become extremely talented. He sometimes even made cards for people, in return for money or blood. It’s not like he needed the money, but the blood was a different story. He wrote for a few minutes, taking up a sheet and a half of paper. The letter started the same way as they always did, To my dearest sister Marie, and ended the same way, With love from your brother Izzy. When he finished the letter and made sure the ink dried completely, then folded it carefully and put it in an envelope. He sealed it shut and walked over to his bed. He pulled out a box from underneath and opened it. It was filled with envelopes and little papers. There was a necklace and a dried white rose in there as well. He placed the new letter in with the rest and pushed it back under his bed.

He sighed once more and began walking downstairs to see what Adonis was up to. He was getting a bit peckish. He would find Annie after he got his bite to eat. Just as he was rounding the corner, he heard a desperate cry for help. He recognized the voice immediately. It was Adonis. He rushed to the window and could see there was a group of men surrounding another who lay on the ground. He walked to the door and once again adjusted his faded purple hoodie. He opened the door as rage filled his body. Adonis was his friend. Yes, he was a complete asshole sometimes but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to protect him. He was kind of Isaac’s responsibility, as of now. He grabbed one of the men by the back of his shirt and threw him ten feet away. He did the same with the others, receiving incredulous looks in return. He looked each one in the eye. “Don’t ever return here. And if you lay one hand on Adonis, I swear to God I will rip each and everyone one of your throats out,” Isaac said, venom dripping in his voice. His fangs were drawn back to intimate them even more. They all ran off. His threat was a bluff, but it sure as hell didn’t sound like it. Isaac helped Adonis sit up on one of the stairs. He silently inspected his wounds. His arm looked either broken or badly sprained. His face was swollen and bloody. Isaac licked some blood off of his owns hands then bit his own wrist. “Here, you need to heal,” he said and let Adonis drink from him. He always wondered what vampire blood tasted like to humans. Was it just like blood? Or did they get the same feeling as the vampires did? Isaac pushed the thought away. “Just make sure you don’t get yourself into any trouble and go dying on us. We don’t need you turning,” Isaac said and walked inside. His skin was feeling itchy and uncomfortable from being outside. He sat on the couch. Maybe he would feed from Jasper. Where was he?

Kaleigh Ann


Kaleigh was curled up in a chair reading a Harry Potter book. She was going through the series for the third time. A smile covered her face as she read, she couldn’t’ help it. He face always reflected what was happening in the book, and right now Fred and George were being funny as usual. She heard a faint creak of the door opening and closing. Someone was home, but there was no possible way to know whom it was. Kaleigh looked her door, and waited for anything that might tell her who it was. She hoped that it wasn’t Helena, and just as the thought crossed her mind it was crushed by a sweet sing song voice. “Dmitri, dear, come along. You too, little bird.” Little bird. Kaleigh heard the nick name and cringed. Coming from anyone but Helena it might be cute. It almost ruined the song Little Bird by Ed Sheeran. It was one of her favorites. Anything by Ed was what she liked.

“I’m coming Helena,” Kaleigh called out. She marked her book and put it on a nightstand. She shuffled out of her room and walked down stairs behind Dmitri. She knew he knew she was there, but they didn’t say anything. Kaleigh didn’t know why Helena wanted them both. She only fed from Kaleigh. Hopefully Dmitri wasn’t in trouble. Kal walked quietly into the living room and sat down. She looked up at Helena. She was looking happy and bored all at once. Either way, Kal knew she was in a playful mood based on her smirk and sweet voice. Hopefully it wouldn’t last too long. Absent-mindedly Kal let her fingers trail over her wrist and forearm. There were a few holes there from the last time, and there were pale pink and white scars scattered across her fragile skin. She could feel adrenaline starting to seep it’s way into her. Sometimes it came from just seeing Helena. Her body began connecting Helena to pain and fright, so upon receiving signals she was around, Kaleigh’s body released a small amount of endorphins. This didn’t do much for her pain, but rather associated Helena with a pleasant experience. It was all very complicated, and Kaleigh’s feelings and bodily reactions were always very mixed up. She sat silently as this battle went on in her brain. Every so often she would steal a glance at Dmitri.

Kaleigh wondered if she would get a day to herself soon. There were only a few days, maybe less than she thought that she could just lock herself in her room and not come out all day. That was usually when Helena was gone,or in such a foul mood she had to kill something. Kal knew she wasn't the vampires first choice to kill, so she was safe those times. Although, Kal had a feeling Helena would eventually get bored with her. Her chest tightened at the thought of being killed, but was immediately relieved by imagining escaping this horror. She just needed to keep Helena entertained. Doing things differently, attempting to surprise her. Those would be the only way to stay alive. Kaleigh had long dreamed of someone coming to rescue her. There had to be someone out there capable of defeating these vampires. In passing she had heard of another coven, the Forbearers. Apparently Kal was the replacement of a slave that was killed by one of these other vampires. She couldn't decide whether this made them better or worse than the Fallen.

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Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Annabelle Jefferson Character Portrait: Isaac Warren Character Portrait: Adonis Charmides Character Portrait: Jasper Roberts
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Thud, thud, thud It was amazing to think that Annabelle Jefferson had forever at her finger tips... and she found entertainment in throwing a rubber ball at the ceiling of her bedroom. It was all purely educational of course; despite the fact that the vampire had increased reactions, she was choosing to be slow and not to really pay attention. In her head, Annie was trying to work out how hard a human would need to throw the ball for it to go through the ceiling she was hitting it at. She knew that she could, if she wanted to, achieve that goal without trying, but it was much more fun to work with hypothisis you didn't plan on getting the answers to. Annie would probably ask Adonis or Jasper to complete the expierment for her... when she felt like it.

It may have seemed strange to an outsider; watching the blonde throwing a ball and catching again like a child; however Annie liked to keep busy and set herself nice, silly, little tasks to do. It stopped her from thinking about serious stuff; something she'd had far too much of her life time. Finally, the blonde caught the small rubber ball and threw it at the laundry basket, aiming with a perfect accuracy. 'And that... is why i'm a genius' She spoke aloud, smiling to herself as she stared over at her laptop. She needed to write a blog entry soon; otherwise she would lose readers. Not that she cared. She'd lived this long without worrying about her popularity, why should she start now? It wasn't like it had that many readers anyway...

It was then that the blonde heard a loud shout coming from outside; at lightening speed she stood up, staring out of her window to see what the cause of the commotion was. She saw Adonis; being surrounding by a gang of men. Before she had time to react however; Annie saw a man walk in the fray, causing all the other men to flee. Annie's knuckled clenched on the window seal; It was Isaac. That man would get himself killed one day... she didn't want that to happen. She knew that was being stupid, Isaac was a vampire after all and could look after himself, but she was just so protective of him. She'd put it down to the fact he reminded her of Mathew and the two were basically joined at the hip. But just recently, She'd felt herself grow closer to him... like there was something more. After the her past, this thought scared her. She couldn't let herself become that weak to a man again... love makes you weak. She thought to herself; shaking off her train of thought almost instantly.

Then, Annie grabbed a grey cardigan that complimented her outfit and made her way downstairs, hoping to catch Isaac before he wondered off; she found him just walking back into the building. She stood directly in front of him, blocking his path, 'You could have got yourself hurt out there you know.' She said coolly. She had chosen this approach wisely; shouting at him would have given away the fact that she had been worried sick about him for that split second he was out there alone. 'Never go into a fight with back up, especially when you don't really know who the opponent is, do you understand?' She finished fiercly. She wanted him to understand that she was stupid; she never wanted him to cotton onto the fact she was worried.

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Jasper had been watching TV; there seemed something better than watching the high lights of the 20/20 world cricket series circa 2001. Oh the joys of living in a house full of vampires. That had been on Jasper's favorite seasons, he'd sat there religous blocking out everything else; including a social life just to watch. He smiled as he remember how Robyn used to nag him to get things down and instead he'd trapped her on the sofa to watch most of the game. She hadn't had as much of a passion for it as he had. She'd watch it, but Jasper got the feeling never truely understood it. He gave a small smile of sadness, oh Robyn, why aren't you here... with me? She'd have loved it here; it was the house that dreams were made of her, except the fact that there were blood sucking creatures everywhere you looked. Granted, they were nice enough people; didn't mean to see they couldn't kill you if they had the chance....

Jasper stood up and smothed down his shrt; he was hungry and it was time to eat; he knew he was the only one that used the kitchen well... used it properly. He was a self confessed god in the kitchen; even some of the vampires, namely Angel, enjoyed his cooking. She'd probably be along soon; once she'd smelt the food. She often sat and watched him cook, sometimes in complete silence. That was unnerving to the male; but he knew she was judging him, watching his every move. Quite a lot of the vampires did that; Jasper had noticed, he had gotten used to it.

It was then that Jasper's thought turned to Eva; should he make her dinner? No doubt she'd be hungry by now. He make a little more and save it for her; they had to stick together right? Sometimes she was genuinely the only thing that kept him sane. That and the thought of getting vegence on the bastard that killed Robyn...

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Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Kaleigh Ann Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Annabelle Jefferson Character Portrait: Isaac Warren Character Portrait: Dmitri Deon Character Portrait: Adonis Charmides Character Portrait: Alessa Dattolo Character Portrait: Jasper Roberts
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Dmitri glanced over at Kaleigh as they were instructed to head into the basement. He resisted pulling his face into a deep scowl. What the hell had he done now and what did it have to do with Kaleigh? He shuffled behind Kaleigh, pulling up the hood on the jacket that he usually wore and shoved his hands into his pockets. Helena was probably just on another one of her episodes. Dmitri despised it when she decided to go mental out of nowhere and then take it out on either him or Kaleigh. Though he preferred that it be taken out on him.

He took his sweet time going down the steps into the basement, keeping his head low. Without his guitar or blueprints to occupy his thoughts, he couldn't help but to keep his mind from drifting off into thoughts on how he might escape and return to kill each and every one of them as well as how he would kill them. His latest idea involved looking for a group of vampires that Lucan called the Forebearers. Helena hated it when Lucan talked about them so Dmitri didn't know too much about them. But he did know that they were different from the Fallen. In a good way.

I'll start with Roxanne. That stupid bitch will never see it coming. She's not a fighter, either. Its been a while since I've fought. But I'll train and then I'll cut her head off. Then...Then I'll kill Oliver. He's such a hypocritical bastard. I'd be doing him a favor. And then Kristof. Fucking prick – I'd make sure to kill him as brutally as I possibly can manage. Could I draw and quarter him? No. He'd probably be stronger than four horses. I'll think of something. Lock him in a room and starve him to death. And Helena...I could chop her head off and burn her body. Or starve her, too. Let Kristof's body rot a little and throw her in the same room. His rotting body will be the last thing she ever sees and my laughter the last thing she ever hears.

He smirked to himself as he imagined rather vivid images of each and every one of the deaths he had planned in fast forward. He almost missed what Helena had ordered. Glancing around at her toys, he scowled before flopping into and slouching in the chair. Roxanne thought she had an attitude about following Helena's orders. She really had nothing on Dmitri's foul attitude. Dmitri kept his gaze down until Helena's next words reached his ears. His jaw tightened as he tried his very best to re-imagine more ways to kill Helena. Things that were more fucked up than what he had already come up with. He turned his head to the side out of respect for Kaleigh, refusing to look upon her body.

Sure, he had thought about him and Kaleigh in that way before. Of course he had. But as much as he enjoyed the idea, he didn't want to see her this way. Never like this. As Kaleigh pleaded that Dmitri leave, Dmitri parted his lips for a few brief moments as though he were going to say something. But he thought better. Anything he said would only fuel Helena's little game and further embarrass Kaleigh. He had seen her body before, but only viewed it in the way that a doctor might. He had always refused himself arousal in her presence. And he would refuse now even though every part of him screamed for her.




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Angiluzza's fingers skipped a few notes in her playing.

Odd. She never missed any notes.

She perked her ears some to listen for what had disturbed her from deep within her thoughts and immediately heard pounding feet. One set was Adonis. He was wearing the new shoes that she had gotten for him – Size ten Air Mac 95s. He never wore dress shoes; always wore running shoes. Probably because he was so paranoid that someone was always after him. She sighed as the sound of four more pairs of feet running right behind him. She sighed in an irritated manner, her face pulling into a light frown. He was always stirring trouble in every town they went to. He probably snuck into a club again and hit on some guy's girlfriend. Or he went to the movies and hit on someone's girlfriend there. It didn't matter because everywhere he went, he was always hitting on someone's girlfriend. Sometimes a few wives. She winced in remembering the time a Navy sailor caught him in bed with his wife. Angiluzza teased him about it for about three months – How could she not?

She didn't make a single move to go and help him. Why should she? Derek, Annie, and Isaac were all at home and Angel wasn't a fan of Adonis using her coven as his own personal body guards. And right she was – For it wasn't too long until Isaac was at the steps dealing the the trespassing males. Angiluzza sighed for it was Alessa that soon followed, checking quickly upon Adonis before leaving him with an apology. The scent of the Brazilian-Grecian's blood reached her nostrils and made her frown – She found O negative to be positively disgusting. Squinting, she moved away from her piano, now rather irritated. She hated when Adonis was fed on within her presence.

It wasn't too long until the scent of cooking food reached her nose. Her bright blue eyes lit up and she clasped her hands together. She loved it when Jasper cooked. Of course, she didn't need to eat human food. But she loved the way it tasted and Jasper was such an excellent chef. Purring to herself, she undressed herself and replaced the oversized t-shirt with a short black dress that looked like Tinkerbell's dress and slipped on little shoes that matched. Smiling, she ignored Eva's scent as she stalked down the hallway. She wondered if she would creep out people by climbing along the walls like a spider.

That would be totally ninja. Epic on a whole new level. Pleased with her thought, she continued on her merry way. She was as silent as a predator stalking prey. With that particular thought in mind, she thought that she might as well grab herself some of Jasper's food with a side of Jasper. She giggled at her own little joke just as she came into the kitchen. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the pale man standing over the stove. Her mouth watered as she zoned in on the blood thundering through his veins and the scent wafting under her nose. She tiptoed silently, focusing on him rather than the food. The only thing blocking her was the island counter. She didn't let it bother her, leaping up on it with ease.

Any human not used to her presence would have been frightened at the sight. She was crouched like a feline, clad in black, stained with dirt, and gazing upon Jasper the way a child gazed longingly into a candy shop. Angel was...strange. To say the least. She was a lot more cryptic than the other vampires she kept company with and that proved often enough to unnerve the humans living with them at times. “Jasper, dear. I'm absolutely starving. Might I have a bite?” Angel never took without asking. That was just her being nice. When denied...Well. Let's just say that it was rare that people living with her told her 'no'.




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Adonis was curled into the fetal position with his ears ringing. He hadn't even noticed that Isaac had come to his rescue until he found himself seated on the steps and a strange liquid filled his mouth. Isaac left before Adonis could bring himself to reply. He frowned and swallowed what he identified as vampire blood. It didn't taste like human blood but it also didn't taste bad. But he also wasn't about to go stark raving mad when he didn't get it. It had a strange...exotic taste to it. Tangy...Spicy. It was like human blood with a dash of chile pepper.

He sighed as his arm began to slowly feel better, though he still had it laid in his lap awkwardly. Before he could get up and go inside, Alessa was standing before him. Though to many she would look frightening, he found it attractive. Then again, he found everything about her attractive. He was smitten with the vampire's beauty and the way she cared for those around her. Growing up, humans always thought that vampires were blood-sucking demons and they only lately became nothing more than a trend. Because of books like Twilight and House of Night. Ever since he moved in with his new family, he viewed things differently.

He saw vampires as simply those who were higher on the food chain. Which is why humans despised them. Because they were frightened of those with more power than themselves. That's how it always was. And it would be a cold day in hell before someone ever said anything cross about Alessa or anyone else in the Coven and wouldn't hear about it from him. He couldn't really do as much as they could. But that didn't mean that he wasn't going to still try.

“I'm alright.” He told her, offering a cracked smile as she sat down and rested on his shoulder. She never had been this close to him before and it made his heart race. He knew that he was her favorite blood type...but she would never take from him. He was hardly fed from and it was usually Isaac and Annabelle who would feed from him. Sometimes he felt as though he was just...there. He turned his head some and noticed that Alessa was leaning really close to him. For a moment, he thought that she meant to kiss him. His face turned red with color as he leaned in as well, lips puckered.

And then away she went.

She was gone from the home altogether before he could even process what happened. His anger spiked. Anger at himself. Of course she didn't want to kiss him! She was just hungry. Now he looked like a total idiot in front of her. More than usual. Shaking his head, he growled and stood, limping towards the house. With his blood no longer running and the bruises fading, he headed straight for his room in the attic, kicking the door shut behind him so that it shook the attic and caused a few photos to fall.

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Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Kaleigh Ann Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Isaac Warren Character Portrait: Dmitri Deon Character Portrait: Adonis Charmides Character Portrait: Alessa Dattolo Character Portrait: Jasper Roberts
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Helena the Bloody


She heard Dmitri shuffling along to grudgingly obey her orders, and as he sat, she uttered her order for Kaleigh, listening as the girl slowly took off her clothes. The vampire could practically smell as comprehension dawned on her, her human mind finally grasping the concept of Helena’s game this night. Her smile grew as Dmitri’s bristling anger filled the room. Oh, yes, this was going to be fun. Then again, Helena could change her mind half way in and leave both of them tied up to do something more fun. She’d forgotten about Kaleigh a couple of times in the past, merely leaving the girl tied up in the basement, because she’d become distracted. It wasn’t really that unusual.

After a while she’d recall her little human because she’d get a little hungry and then be reminded of Kaleigh’s scent under her nose, but it could take hours. One time she’d gone hunting elsewhere and completely forgotten the little redhead in her basement for almost a day. Since no one else was allowed down there, unless she expressively told them to, no one had come to get her, and she’d been a little hungry and thirsty once Helena thought of it. She’d felt bad for a while about it, cooing at her pet, taking care of her like a mother would a babe. That was the other side to Helena. Her moods and her personality swung back and forth, not really consistent at any way, and sometimes she would get very motherly with Kaleigh.

A disturbingly amused smile grazed her lips when Kaleigh then began begging her to make Dmitri leave. Oh, this was simply joyous! She crouched down in front of the girl, her right hand moving to gently caress the young girl’s cheek, wiping away the tear. “Now, little bird,” she cooed, “what would be the fun in that?” Her smile grew as she stood and she clapped her hands in excitement, spinning around to move to Dmitri in the chair, binding him to it with heavy chains, one wrapping tightly around his neck and the chair to keep his head completely steady, and his eyes pointed towards Kaleigh.

Then she let a few nails run down his neck, almost in a caress as she purred into his ear “it’s no fun if you don’t watch. Close your eyes and I will cut off your eyelids. Hers too.” This was as much an experiment as a game to the female Fallen leader. She wanted to break Dmitri entirely, to diminish every bit of fight he had left in him, choking it out of him like sand would a flame.

She wanted to figure out just how much Kaleigh meant to Dmitri, because he was astoundingly good at withstanding pain, even when she tortured him. Sometimes it was a fun challenge, and she always won it, but at other times she got bored with him halfway through. However, if Kaleigh was who she thought to him, well, then Helena could pride herself on having found a lovely little weakness in the stubborn human. She grinned up at Kaleigh, her eerily red, unseeing eyes focused on her, even as Helena’s cheek remained against the side of Dmitri’s face, her body bended downwards slightly. She knew her touch was nauseating to Dmitri, and she loved it. She loved the effect she had on him, just as much as she loved the one she had on Kaleigh.

She straightened herself then, one finger twirling in Dmitri’s hair, the nail scraping against his scalp without breaking skin. “I believe Dmitri and I would like you to remove all of your clothes, little bird.” Helena then purred before stalking towards the small, frail thing, a hand quickly unclasping her bra then, nail slicing through the sides of her panties, effectively removing the fabric. “Hmm,” she hummed then, smiling once more as sadistic light lit up her eyes. Yes, this would be a fun game.




Derek Fleitner


The male could easily feel Eva fidgeting beneath him, and he knew she had to confused, a little hurt, and probably shocked too at how this felt as oppose to the other times he had taken her blood as his life force. He hated this. He hated that he needed to do this. Hated Alessa’s timing. Hated that he was forced to behave so unlike himself. Her whispering of his name registered, but he didn’t pay it much mind. In fact, Derek knew exactly when a human wouldn’t be able to take any more, and he had an impressive amount of self control in… well, all that he did. He felt really bad about doing this to her, though. She deserved better; most humans did, sure, but her in particular. Eva was a sweet, caring, and helpful type of girl, and generally he’d have wished her more than this life…

But, he hadn’t had much of a say in the matter. She had been insistent and though Derek had since berated Isaac on the matter, telling the kid never to make coven decisions without his or Alessa’s counsel at least, he had let Eva stay. And the taste of her blood reminded him why. It was heavenly, his senses sent into a intoxicating spiral as he sucked from her, his tongue lapping up any stray blood. He was in a hurry, but he didn’t need to be messy. He moved the hand on her hip around her when he felt her growing weaker, steadying her against the wall as he selfishly stole her blood. How was he going to make this good again? How could he possibly explain his situation to a human?

Generally, Derek wasn’t your open, talk-about-whatever kind of vampire. In fact he detested small-talk, and he despised explaining himself to anyone. He would have to with Eva, however; he knew that much. When Eva finally whispered to him that she felt sick, he pulled back simultaneously, carefully sliding his fangs out of her neck, gently licking the small puncture wounds, almost like tending to a wounded loved one in regret. “I’ll make this up to you,” he promised her quietly, moving to scoop her into his arms like you would a bride and as he cradled her, he pecked her forehead sweetly, giving her a vague smile, his fangs back in hiding at this point. He gingerly placed her on her bed and sighed, putting his small gift on her bed, next to her pillow.

It was a small thing, but it made him feel at least a little better about the whole situation. He would have said “sorry” if he were the type to. But he wasn’t. Not even when he genuinely regretted his actions, and sometimes that bugged him. He hadn’t uttered a proper apology in all of his life. The closest he got was “I apologize for…” and that was really more of a kind warning than an apology to him. He hadn’t missed the sound of Adonis, but had more or less ignored it, much like he was currently ignoring both Angel and Jasper downstairs. He gently brushed a hand through Eva’s hair, murmuring “just rest. You’ll feel better soon.” Or, in about an hour or two anyway. That was the usual coping time when he had fed on a human this way.

Then he left her room without another word, closing her door behind him, a slight sigh escaping the male. Fucking Alessa and her lack of control. It still stunned him, how you could be 1601 years old, and not have mastered the art of self control. She was worse than Lucan and Angel had been when they were new. Of course he was there for her, and he supported her, but he didn’t understand her. He couldn’t.

Soon, the tall vampire was inside Alessa’s car, riding shotgun, although he hated it, his movement nothing but a blur in the wind. He looked at her then. He had fed on Eva in only a minute’s time, total, so she hadn’t had to wait for long. He gave her a brief nod, gaze turning out the window in the next instant. “Let’s go,” he told her, saying nothing else. He was still a little upset with her timing.

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The feeling of Helena's hand on her cheek sent shivers down her bare spine. She tried her best not to flinch away, knowing she would get reprimanded. Kaleigh stole a glance at Dmitri. He was looking away. She sighed softly. What did she expect? Sure he had seen her before to tend to her wounds, but nothing like this. Kal blinked back any remaining tears as Helena clapped her hands and turned to face Dmitri. The girl pulled her hair over her shoulders and watched as Helena binder him to the chair. She real was the most horrific person, no monster anyone could come across. As the thought came, another whispered behind it, reminding Kaleigh of all the times Helena cared so greatly for her. When she tried, the vampire could be very loving. Although it was an act, and Kaleigh knew it, she wished it wasn't. She liked being taken care of. Once again, the thoughts in her head collided. She only needed to be taken care of after a particularly bad feeding. But maybe she wouldn't get punished if she was bad.

The girl was pulled back to reality when Helena spoke. She was shocked to see Dmitri staring at her, but Helena was forcing him. She clenched her fists and forced her eyes to stay on Helena. The vampire was whispering in Dmitri's ear. From the look on her face she was having fun, and from the look on Dmitri's, it was obvious it was only fun for her. Thinking was better than letting her mind stay there, so she let herself drift to her thoughts once more, if only for a second. If Helena learned of hers and Dmitri's care of one another, she knew she'd be dead. Kal thought about all the different ways Helena would kill her. Maybe she'd just snap her neck. But then she thought about..

".. Dmitri and I would like you to remove all of your clothes, little bird," came Helena's dangerous voice. What would Helena do to him if she knew? Helena came towards Kal, causing a shiver of fear to run through her body. She stepped back, but Helena had her arm around her back, unclasping her bra. Before she knew it, she was completely naked. A shriek left her mouth as she tried to cover herself. She had never been fully naked in front of anyone but Helena, and of course her mother, but that was years ago. She fell to the ground and scooted back towards the metal table, trying her best to hide behind the bars. This would be a normal reaction if anyone else was down here, but she couldn't help but think that everything she did might give away her love for Dmitri. Her entire body began to tremble in embarrassment and fear. She clenched her fists to try to still her body, but it was no use. This couldn't be happening.




Isaac Warren


As Isaac was making his way to his room Annie blocked his path. He began to smile, but then saw the look on her face. Oh, she was angry, or maybe she was annoyed. She must have seen him go outside. "You could have got yourself hurt out there you know," she said looking calm. So, he'd gotten it wrong. She was here to point out all of his mistakes. Being close to someone was a wonderful thing, but sometimes it had it's downfalls. Being close enough with a person to point out their flaws and mistakes is a big deal. It's important to be there for someone and help them understand how to improve, but right now Isaac didn't want to hear it.

"Oh I could have?" Isaac asked sarcastically. He tried to walk past her, but she blocked him once more. "Ann, I'm a vampire. Remember? You're the one who changed me, 130 something years ago, ring a bell?" He asked her condescendingly. He wasn't being completely serious, but he was still annoyed.

"Never go into a fight without back up, especially when you don't really know who the opponent is, do you understand?" She asked him, her tone becoming more serious this time. Apparently she hadn't like his sarcasm.

Oh well. "Yes, mother. I understand perfectly. But that doesn't mean I will listen," he smirked at her. A voice tugged at his mind, stealing his attention. Izzy, listen to her. She is trying to protect you like I couldn't. Isaac's mouth opened, it had been a long time since Marie had visited him. He looked around the room, his blue eyes wide and wild. Suddenly, he found it, a shadow on the wall! It was Marie it had to be. He smiled and then turned his gaze back to Ana, when his thoughts provoked him to get her to leave. He hated doing it, because he loved being with Anabelle, but he was sure he could find her later.

"Annie!" he said, like he hadn't just been talking to her. "I'm sorry, I'll do my best to stay out of trouble. But right now I have to go," He awkwardly smiled once again and patted her head as he walked past her, following the shadow. He mumbled under his breath. It would have been inaudible to humans, but a vampire would be able to hear it loud and clear. Although his speech was mumbled, and no words could possibly be made out. He was saying Marie, I will find you. He searched the walls, but she was gone. He'd lost her. He fought the urge to cry and returned to the foyer where he left Ana. "Nevermind. Do you want to get a bite to eat?" He asked her.

Normally, someone might think his behaviors were strange, but after being with this coven for over a century, they had gotten used to it, and just taken him for odd. Somewhere, his sanity, if that even existed was telling him that this phase wouldn't last that long. He would be his normal self soon enough. Or was he himself right then? He blinked a few times before speaking once more. "Where is Jasper?" He asked again, almost to himself.

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Derek pulled back immediately after her comment. Eva sighed. She didn’t know if it was relief, content or delight, but it certainly was not the near orgasm she typically felt. It was nothing like what she usually felt. For the first time, her body was rejecting him. Instinct was telling her to get away from him. She wasn’t hurt but she didn’t feel right. Eva felt loopy and she clung to him, and he to her. She felt Derek tighten his hold on her, bearing more of her weight. She shifted and her head lolled into the hollow of his throat.

“I’ll make this up to you,” Derek whispered, sincerity bleeding with his tone. It was the closest thing to a sorry he had ever given her. He seemed as unhappy as she was, but even more so. Eva ran her hands down his arms, allowing herself to grip his biceps, to feel the tension in his body, the petrified muscle hard as solid marble. Her fingers could barely ply at his skin. As he stepped away from the wall, she fell slightly but he knelt and swept her into his arms. The motion was so fast she felt her stomach churn and the loopiness in her head rapidly degenerated into a wave of vertigo. “Woah,” she said in surprise, her hands shifting to bring herself closer to his chest. What other chance did she have for him to carry her princess style? Eva gasped and inhaled sharply, looking at his face so close. Staring into his eyes, he leaning forward. Her entire body shivered in anticipation, a flush running up the length of her cheeks before fading back to the pale tone associated with her lower blood level. Her lips were parted, and she tilted her chin ever so slightly, bringing her mouth closer to him. Then he bypassed her face entirely, pressing his cold lips to her forehead, just below her hairline. Eva didn’t feel capable of hiding her disappointment. He pulled away and she turned her face into his shirt. God damnit. Does my face not scream kiss me?

Derek moved quickly then, setting her back down on her bed. “Just rest. You’ll feel better soon,” he told her vaguely. Eva laid on her side, pulling her hands under her pillow after adjusting the collar of her sweater to cover her neck. He leaned over her briefly, allowing himself to run a hand through her hair. She squeezed her eyes shut then, feeling her body respond to his touch while an odd numbness seemed to spread through her arms and legs. When she opened her eyes, Derek was closing her bedroom door. It seemed that just as fast as he had come, he was gone.

The brunette was confused. Her eyes shifted as she looked at the clock on her nightstand, past the small bright mini orchid. The small silver box containing his latest gift caught his eye. Eva didn’t want to open it for the first time. It was just so weird. She felt so…used and even a little dirty? Was this what a one night stand felt like?

Eva tried to sleep. She rolled so that her back faced the door, sliding her legs under her comforter. A chill ran up her spine, making her shiver. The sweating came shortly after and she knew immediately that her blood sugar content was probably low, meaning she needed to eat and have some juice. Just like when any person went to a blood bank, she needed her drink and cookie. Slowly she sat up. When she moved too fast the light headed feeling returned and she felt dizzy. She had walked into doors and fallen down the stairs before and didn’t want to do that today. Eva wrapped a smaller fleece blanket around her shoulders, gripping it in her hands under her chin. Conscious of where she stepped, she left her room and slowly walked down the stairs, gripping the banister for balance.

When she hit the landing she smelt Jasper’s cooking. It was comforting to know that she would likely not have to try and make something by herself. Fashion was her talent, not the kitchen. As she entered the kitchen she couldn’t help but hum her delight, moving to the fridge to open it and grab the bottle of orange juice. Using her left hand to grip it, she turned to set it on the counter only to feel her hand slip as the numbness of blood loss hit her hands. “Crap,” she gasped, trying to grab it. The plastic jug hit the floor with a thud, skidding over to Jasper by the stove. Eva tugged the blanket around her shoulders tighter to her body, clasping it with one hand while she retrieved the juice. As she stood she felt the dizziness hit her and she wavered in her position before looking at Jasper with a weak smile. “Didn’t mean to interrupt you like this,” she apologized, looking at the typically sullen man who was also a pet to the forbearers. She knew that Derek’s bite mark on her neck was likely still pink and healing. She knew that Jasper would know right away what she was dealing with. Still, she didn’t want to ask him for his help because all she wanted something to eat and some orange juice so that she could crawl back into her bed and stop feeling the way she was feeling. Maybe she did need to take a bath now. She felt a little dirty. Then she realized Angel was also present, the female vampire standing close to Jasper. She was dressed...a little oddly. Eva swallowed. "Didn't mean to interrupt you either Angel," she murmured.

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He didn't understand. He didn't understand why Annie had come down here. That was good, right? That had been what the female vampire had wanted. Not to show him how she truly felt about him. She couldn't; it would make things far too complicated. Still, there was a part of her that shriveled up a little when she saw that he gave an angrier response back. Ahe really did need to talk to someone about how she felt. She was smart, granted, but feelings? That was a whole different ball park. Maybe she'd talk to Angel about it, the female vampire was like a sister to her. Annie searched for Angel's scent, locating it not too far away. It mixed with the smell of cooking.. and Jasper. Ah, perhaps now wouldn't be the best time.

She smiled, accepting Isaac's apology; she secretly marveled in the way that she was able to make him turn around and say sorry so quickly.. She shoved the thought to the back of her mind. She didn't want the male to feel he shouldn't hurt her. She could see it in his eye every time she looked at him and she hated it. Isaac's abrupt departure left her a little shocked, had she done something wrong to upset him? Of all the people in the covern, Isaac was the one whose opinion truely mattered to her. 'Hey,' She called, a softer, more playful edge to her voice, 'Try not to get into any fights this time.' She smiled to herself as she watched the handsome vampire walk away.

It was then that she heard another slam of the front door, looking up she saw the broken form of Adonis. Annie hide herself in the shadows, not wanting to startle or frighten the human. She watched as he stumbled across the hall, obviously quite hurt. Somebody should check if he was okay. She searched the house for the scents of her covern. Only Angel, herself, Isaac and the humans. Derek and Alessa must have gone out. With the other two vampires in the house currently preoccupied, although what Isaac was up to she had no idea, the blonde decided she had better go and check on the human. After all, they were pets, not slaves; they needed looking after.

Just then, Isaac came back. He looked a little upset. What the hell had distracted him so and then made him like this? For once, the female vampire let a little concern seep into her expression as she looked at him. She came within a second of asking Isaac what was wrong, but then he spoke, asking her if she wanted to grab something to eat. 'I'll join you in a minute, i'm just going to and check on Adonis, he looked in a pretty bad way when he walked past a second ago..' She said quietly, staring into the eyes of the handsome vampire before casting her eyes downward, turning around walking away at human speed. ' Oh and Jasper's in the kitchen, making food, however I think Angel got their first.' She gave Isaac a small smile, before running at vampire speed to find Adonis.

Within seconds she was at is room. She knocked on the door firmly 'Adonis, it's Annie. Open the door please?' She spoke softly but clearly, not wanting to scare the human on the other side of it.

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Jasper was making brunch. In normal human life's, this would have been dinner time, but this wasn't a normal human life. The humans didn't really sleep in the night time, they slept more in the day; much like vampires did. So the meal Jasper was making was more across between breakfast and lunch. Bacon, Eggs, sausages and beans. A hearty meal. He liked cooking it soothed them male greatly to have total concerntration on what he was cooking. Jasper espeically enjoyed cooking for others, it gave the male a great deal of satisfaction to see others enjoy something that he had created.

It was then that the male heard a thump on the desk, he stepped back from the counter, startled by the sound. It was then that he saw Angel. It was instantly apparent to the male that there was something different about the female. She was dressed in an extremely short dress that showed all her assets of..quite nicely actually. Not that Jasper cared; she looked good, just not as good as Robyn did. There was something in the female vampires eyes that was scaring him. She looked..almost manic. This meant only one thing in Jasper's head. It was feeding time for Angel.

The male was aware of somebody entering the room as Angel spoke. She told me how hungry she was; he suspected it wasn't just for the food he was cooking. Angel was regular company of his; when she wasn't feasting on his bloody was actually ok to be around; however at this moment Jasper knew he had to comply with what she said; for his sake. 'Angel' He began softly, before he was interrupted by something falling to the floor behind him. He turned to see an extremely weak looking Eva staring back at him, the two of them now standing in a pool of orange juice. He knew she'd been feed on almost instantly. There was something in the male that didn't like that. Not one little bit. He know, of course, that it was her choice to be here as much as it was his, the two of them had discussed, at length their reasons for being here. However, there was something about the weak female standing opposite him that didn't sit right with the South Africian. He almost resented the vampires for doing to her.

'That's quite alright, there's another carton in the fridge,' smiling at her as he brushed past her, opening the fridge and pouringo out another cup full for Eva. 'Go and sit over there,' He said soothingly, pointing to the sofa's not ten yards away from them, 'I'm about to dish this meal up, sit and eat it here. That way I know you've eaten.' He told her simply. Jasper was an extremely calm person, he always cared about those who were close to him. He had become quite good friends with Eva, she reminded him of his old self in a way. Well when she wasn't recovering from being feed on at the very least.

The male then turned back to Angel; the vampire was still crouched on the desktop, watching the whole scene like a hawk. 'Why yes, Angel, you may have some of my meal, please sit down and I'll bring it over.' He told her quietly, completely ignoring her obvious lust for his blood as he began to serve the meal.

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Angiluzza heard everything around her. Isaac and Annabelle in conversation, Adonis brooding in his attic, and Eva making her way downstairs. She could smell the disappointment on her. The sadness. Eva was a sweet girl, she really was. Whenever Angel was in a particularly sociable mood, she didn't mind taking the girl out or buying her gifts or even modeling some of her designs. Though, to be truly honest, if Angel had the choice to remove one of the humans, it would be Eva.

It wasn't anything personal. Okay, it was just a little bit personal. Angiluzza wasn't just a vampire. She was a woman. That made her doubly possessive and territorial. And though she hid it very well, she was never fond of the way Eva looked at Derek nor the direction her emotions went in his presence. It irked her more than Adonis' mouth.

She watched with bright blue eyes as Eva made a mess with the orange juice and lifted a brow. She watched the humans interacting, canting her head to the left a tad. She was aware of how Jasper felt about Eva's presence. Though she didn't see why it was his business. She was the one who had volunteered herself, anyways. For stupid reason, yes. But still, food was food and it was better than a Twilight fangirl. Only by a tad bit. But still better.

She moved from her spot on the island to the counter next to the stove at Jasper's words. She was definitely not in the mood for his games or his evasiveness. She shut off the burners, her face showing no emotion as she spoke in even tones, her eyes shifting to a gaze as cold as the marble floors in her music room. “Non ho tempo per i giochi, Jasper. Sarebbe saggio di voi non per testare i miei limiti.” Angiluzza wasn't fond of many things. One of these things was being tested and teased. She was no Fallen – Not by a long shot. But she did get highly irritated when either Eva or Jasper denied her sustenance. They had volunteered for the job and she felt that they didn't have the right to say no while on the job.

It was obvious that her patience was already wearing thin as she slid from the counter, approaching him with menacing steps. Her lips pulled back and her fangs slid out audibly as her hunger spiked at the scent of him. “I am going to ask you politely one more time. I suggest you come out with a smarter answer. Jasper, darling. May I. Have a bite to eat?” She really hoped that he decided to be smart because. Well. Good things never happened when she was denied.




OOC: I'll have Adonis' up later tonight or tomorrow <3! Same with Kristof and Dmitri!



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Eva quickly realized that Angel was tense and more than normal. She didn’t know how she hadn’t noticed it at first. Self concern had her ultimate goal the fridge and its contents. Having found Jasper was a bonus. Seeing Angel now, staring at her as she struggled to clean up the mess she had made only made her hands shake more than they already were. The brunette had a rather scathing stare when she was annoyed. Eva felt incredibly small and foolish the moment she looked into the vampire’s eyes. Biting down on her lip, she wasn’t quite sure what to do. The mess wasn’t as large as it could have been. The plastic of the jug had split, leaving a small puddle where it had landed and nothing more. She collected it and dropped it in the sink, eying Jasper and fidgeting. Normally she would have happily greeted Angel and tried to make her smile – likely showing her some new fashion sketch she had come up with (and there were a few upstairs in her room and on her mind). But today when she was close to a hypoglycemic reaction, she was quiet, flashing her eyes at Jasper as he smiled at her like nothing was wrong.

“That's quite alright, there's another carton in the fridge,” Jasper told her matter of factly. He did so in a way that she didn’t feel terrible. Still, with Angel so close and kneeling on the counter looking ready to pounce, Eva didn’t want to push the scenario. She smiled weakly back at her friend as he moved to collect a second carton of juice from the fridge, taking a glass out for her and filling it without so much as batting an eye. She took it in two hands, keeping her blanket high on her shoulders to cover her neck. “Thank-you,” she whispered, her voice low. A hint of her usual peppiness was present.

“Go and sit over there,” Jasper offered, extending a hand to one of the couches off to the side of a large kitchen table. Eva nodded slowly, bringing the glass to her lips and taking in several mouthfuls of juice. The glass was half gone but her head was instantly clearer. Still, she knew her body was reacting to her low blood level and likely would for the next few hours like Derek had told her. It was weird though. Normally all of the vampires were willing to return the blood favor. Even a lick of vampire blood would ease the effects of blood loss incrementally. Derek had not been so charitable today and Angel looked about ready to…do unthinkable things to one of them that Eva knew better. She could take care of herself after all. “I'm about to dish this meal up, sit and eat it here. That way I know you've eaten,” Jasper added. Eva nodded again before walking away from the tense situation to sit on the couch, hunching over and shivering from her chill, hugging the juice between her knees and trying to close her eyes. Still, she heard him speak to the other vampire tersely. She couldn’t help it and at once she was concerned.

“Why yes, Angel, you may have some of my meal, please sit down and I'll bring it over,” Jasper said to Angel. The scraping of books and the clatter of plates told Eva that he was doing just as he said he was – plating his meal and a portion for herself. “Non ho tempo per i giochi, Jasper. Sarebbe saggio di voi non per testare i miei limiti,” Angiluzza barked back at him. I don't have time for games Jasper. It would be wise of you not to test my limits. Her harsh Italian came off quickly. Eva had been around long enough to know that when Angel was speaking in rapid Italian she was hungry. Just as Derek had been earlier, she was famished and unfortunately she was eying Jasper in a less than friendly way. “But she’s a forbearer…she won’t kill him?” Eva thought lowly to herself in wonder. She could never tell with any of them. Derek had told her once to leave the coven while she could, paid off to never say anything. After she had arrived with Isaac upon being told what they were, all of them appeared weary to her. She understood the fear of an outsider but to a degree she hadn’t understood the warnings until she had experienced their thirst. All of the forbearers seemed to push themselves to a point where they were almost ravenous at times. She wished they would take a little often rather than a lot occasionally. It was easier that way, less painful, more pleasurable.

“I am going to ask you politely one more time. I suggest you come out with a smarter answer. Jasper, darling. May I. Have a bite to eat?” Eva heard Angel demand. The words were sharp and unrelenting, offering no other option for Jasper. “Has any of us ever said no?” she wondered to herself, keeping her eyes downcast and focused on her glass of juice that was already half full. She wished she could just sleep through all of this but her body had her awake and aware. Painfully aware now with the juice in her too.

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Kaleigh Ann

Kaleigh knew better to struggle against the chains so she kept perfectly still, or at least as best she could as Helena strapped her down. "Helena please," she cried as the little spikes piers her skin. Warm trickles of blood flowed down her arms and legs. It was a familiar sensation. The little rivers were there, comforting her, and screaming to her about her pain, all at the same time. Her trembling only sent the spikes deeper in, and caused them to move around uncomfortably. After a minute or two, Kaleigh grew accustomed to the spikes, enough so that she didn't want to cry out in pain. Despite regularly being tortured, she never got used to the pain, only enough to help her not to scream. Just as soon as she thought Helena might change her mind, the human felt a knife cut the tender skin of her stomach. She cringed, only causing more pain to course through her body.

"Helena!" she screamed. Helena had done something like this before, but on Kaleigh's arm, with a razor blade. the blade cut through her skin a lot easier than this knife, and the pain was easier to handle. After a few minutes of Kaleigh begin Helena to stop, Kal gave up. She knew that the vampire wouldn't. She resorted to just laying there, sobbing. She refused to look at what Helena was doing to her stomach and chest, although from what she could feel, she guessed Helena was about to skin her. Kal imagined Helena drawing out shapes like a puzzle, and one by one, she would pull the skin away from her body. The thought caused Kaleigh to jerk in pain, and the knife stabbed a bit deeper into her stomach. “Kaleigh...” Dmitri said. At the sound of his voice, Kal let her tears fall. Helena didn't seem to notice. of course she noticed, but she didn't care. Finally, the woman was distracted, and she disappeared upstairs.

“Dmitri,” Kal whispered. She could hardly hear her own voice. Dmitri spoke again and his voice was heart breaking.

“I...I'm sorry, Kal... This is my fault. I never meant for this to happen to you...God. Please forgive me,” he said. She looked over at him as much as she could. He was staring into her tear filled eyes with his own.

“No, it’s not your fault,” she said. “It’s not your fault,” she said again. The girl didn’t know what else to say.

[b] “If she kills me. Promise me that you won't do anything stupid. “Just promise me that....Okay...love?”
he asked her, wanting her promise. Kaleigh took a deep breath, absorbing his words and the pain being caused to her.

“I promise I won’t do anything stupid, but just know living without you will be the stupidest thing I could ever do,” she whispered. She hoped he understood without him she was as good as dead. “You are the only reason I am still alive. You promise me you won’t leave me,” she demanded. She knew it would only be to make her feel better. Neither of them could promise their lives. That would end the very next day. Kal only wondered when Helena would be back. She assumed Kristof was back. A dull thought crossed her mind and she hoped she wouldn’t be forgotten down here for a day again.

Isaac Warren

Isaac was once again lost in his own world. Annie didn’t want to get food with him. She went to check on Adonis instead. The young vampire would have said something to her about him healing the pet, but he decided to keep his mouth shut. He wandered into the kitchen. He listened to only a little of Jasper and Angel’s conversation before leaving and going to his room once more.

Being in his room was much better than being with the others. Here he felt safe. He felt safe to be with Marie. He began doodling in one of his many journals, drawing pictures of Marie and himself. He sighed and looked at his empty walls. Maybe he would put up a picture. He hung his newly drawn picture on the wall with a tack and admired his work. The black and white drawing was a stark contrast to his red walls. He smiled as he got an idea. He went to the basement and was back up in his room in a flash with tools for painting. He pained a mural on one side after moving his bed across the room. Of course, it wasn’t the most beautiful.. well it wasn’t really anything actually. Just shapes, and lines. That’s what everyone else would see. Of course, Isaac could clearly see his life story. There was his real mother’s name, and what he imagined she might look like. Then there was Marie, and her tragic death. Finally, there was Anabelle. The part of his other was fuzzy and the paint was blurred. With Marie, it was violent and angry. Annie’s was beautiful strokes of black paint. Isaac admired his work for a while before cleaning up his room again.

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As Jasper heard Angel's meanicing threat in Italian; it made his inside's run cold. He was aware that he was running on borrowed time. He, of all people, knew that the vampire wasn't a very patient person. He seemed to be a particular favorite of his. What could be more wonderful, being the flavor of the month with a psychotic vampire? Jasper rolled his eyes; was this price he was paying for the one he loved? He supposed it wasn't all bad, Eva made it slightly more bareable as did some of the others in the covern. However, when they were hungry, there was no stopping them.

After he had dished up the food he had just prepared, the male looked up at Angel as she spoke. She was actually quite attractive. Then agian, Jasper supposed that was part of the lore. She was meant to be beautiful. Her repeated question was venous and caused the man to do something out of character for just a split second; he let fear fill his eyes. He was scared, he annoyed Angel by playing games. Now, the male wasn't sure whether he was going to enjoy this experience or not.

Almost as soon as he let his fear show in his eyes, Jasper turned away from her to look at the fellow human in the room. Now there was a sign of true beauty. Eva was beautiful, Jasper had no denying that; even when she was recovering from being bitten. He was still a little angry about that, as he always was when he saw her in that state. However, he knew the whole thing was completely pointless. She was totally... enthralled by Derek, she was more than willing for him to take from her, as was the dark haired male standing in the kitchen. He blinked and shook his head, aware that he hadn't spoken for quite some period of time. 'Eva, your meal's on the side here.' He began, giving a small smile. He didn't want to be fed on here. Not in front of Eva. The poor girl had expierenced enough without watching that sort of event. 'Will you excuse us for a few minutes?' He asked Eva before gesturing to Angel. 'After you my dear.' They'd probably go to her bedroom, she may even do it in the corrider if she was that desperate. Jasper gulped. He was genuinely scared.

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The couch was comfortable, almost too much so. Eva hunched forward, tapping her nails along the glass in short rhythms. Her fingers alternated through the pattern until the noise because too dizzying. She paused to sigh, bringing the glass to her lips with both hands to down the remainder of it. Shakily she set the empty glass on a stack of milk crates serving as a side table. She leaned forward, watching Jasper move throughout the kitchen unconcerned with Angel’s leering glare and animalistic posture. She flinched as he froze when the vampire leaned in and threatened him. Biting her tongue, she closed her eyes to try and ignore the virtual action thriller emerging in their kitchen. She had had enough of their feeding today. Derek had never been so aggressive. What had changed? She rubbed at her eyes and sighed, looking over towards Jasper again to see him portioning his cooking of the day. He looked over his shoulder at her, smiling weakly. Eva smiled back, trying to convey that she was worried for him, that she cared for him. They had become close since she had joined the coven as a pet. He had taught her so much. Now she wished she could help him, defend him, tell Angel off. But they had no right. This was what they had signed up for after all. But Angel was always the most imposing. The more Eva spent time around her, the more she felt like the Italian vampire was the most…vindictive. Then again, they all could be that way. Derek had certainly shown her that today.

“Eva, your meal's on the side here,” Jasper explained. Eva shook her head before nodding, her cloudy mind tuning into his words. She saw the plate he had left for her and she smiled wider, licking her lips. “Thank-you,” she smiled. “Will you excuse us for a few minutes?” he asked gently. Eva shrugged and looked away then, knowing he was being polite but recognizing that he was also heading to a separate room with Angel alone. It was unsettling today to know that. She couldn’t say why. She had never thought of it in that way before. Her lack of comment had Jasper gesturing to Angel for them to head for their bedrooms, his endearing nature continuing. Eva sincerely hoped his pleasantries would buy him a more favorable experience.

Eva stood up clumsily, tucking the blanket around her shoulders tighter, and walked back into the kitchen as the two exited. She could hear the hum of Angel’s verbal licking as the two proceeded to private room and she continued to feel unnerved as she claimed her dinner, a fork, and the remainder of the jug of orange juice from the fridge. She didn’t want to be out in the open. She felt exposed. So slowly she moved to the stairs and taking them slowly she managed to make her way back up stairs. In thought she verbalized her every motion to keep herself focused and her hearing focused on the mental sound of her voice and not the noises of anyone else.

When she got to her door she was thankful and when she closed it behind her she felt relieved. The sight of all of Derek’s gifts again was somewhat overwhelming and she set the juice and her dinner on her bed, taking the time to clear a spot on her nightstand and to set his most recent unopened gift aside. She moved around her room slowly still, turning on an old TV set on a nightstand on the opposite side of her bed and booting up an old DVD player. She pulled out a digital copy of one of her favorite black and white films – the 1964 version of My Fair Lady. Eva had always been a sucker for classic films but for some reason the story called to her. As she hit play she moved back to her bed, propping herself up against the wall with her dinner in her lap to eat and watch, keeping the volume loud enough to drown anything she didn’t want to hear without being so loud that Adonis could hear it word for word – something he had complained about on occasion. She had to wonder absently where everyone was as the opening credits rolled, and moreover what mood they were in.

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Adonis watched as Jasper merely glared before walking away. He never did really like the guy anyways. He was stupid, that's why. Eva was stupid, too. He was the only smart human here. He was the only one who took the entire situation as seriously as it needed to be – He knew that he could die any day either by the hand of the Coven members or the hands of others. He didn't fantasize that he was completely safe with them – Except for Alessa. He knew he'd be safe around her, always. Even though he was a total dick and often teased everyone...minus Derek and Angiluzza. The boy shrugged and simply made his way back to his room, not bothering to stop and ask Angel if she wanted a bite; She found his blood type revolting. Which he was kind of glad for. No, he simply went back to his attic room and locked it up for the night.

Angiluzza had stopped pounding the the piano keys shortly after. Her instincts were going off wildly, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She eased up from her seat and slid quietly out of her room and down the hall. She could hear...Adonis cursing himself upstairs...Jasper mumbling about what he had gotten himself into...Eva's movie; My Fair Lady was a good choice but Eliza's damn voice was so annoying. But...There was something else. Running. It wasn't Derek and Alessa...They took the car. Annie and Isaac were talking about dinner...in the house.

Angiluzza's fangs immediately slid out with an audible click as she pulled her lips over her teeth and hissed. Who the fuck was coming, then? And with Alessa and Derek both gone...Angiluzza wasn't very happy about it. “Annie...Isaac...Come here, now.” She spoke evenly, though not shouting. She knew they'd hear anyways. As she reached the front door, they were by her side in an instant. “What's wrong, Nina?” Annie tilted her head quizzically, as did Isaac until they heard what Angel had heard. They both bared their fangs in response as the running became walking...up the stairs...to the door.

And then the doorbell rang.

They were knocked back by the strong scent of fresh blood, almost overwhelming them. And another scent. Six, to be exact. Three of them were highly familiar. “Knockity knockity.” came a condescending voice that was the deep baritone of Paul Johnson. A woman's giggle followed; Morganna del Rio. Silence was heard on Gaspard's end while three more female giggles were heard. Angiluzza opened up the door with a yank, hissing lowly. Paul laughed with a sneer and attempted to push past the three at the door. “Now, now. Is that any way to treat old friends?” He gave a tut tut as Annie stepped forward. “Old friends my ass.” She hissed at him. Angel held her back with a single hand, her face placid.

“What do you want? Derek and I have already said no. And the answer is still the same.”

A few centuries ago, Paul and his troupe had come knocking on the Coven's door, offering Derek and Angiluzza a place in their Coven. But, they were Fallen and of course the pair was far from interested, engaging battle with them – But the slippery fucks had used pawns to make their escape. Angel couldn't stand them. Isaac was staring hard at them, his face contorted into a look of pure hatred.

“Well, we don't take kindly to rejections. Surely you didn't think we were just going to let you go, eh? Plus you did kill off Renata, Kiko, and Leann. I really did like those three.” Paul faux-pouted before snickering. Angiluzza didn't give them a chance to strike first, her fist flying out and meeting Paul's jaw, sending him half way across the yard. Her hit was immediately responded to by Morganna and Gaspard tackling her into the house while Annie and Isaac engaged the three 'groupies' at the front door still. Angiluzza didn't like being pinned down, flashbacks hitting her one after one as she clawed, kicked, and bit the two on top of her.

She didn't take long to get a grip, grabbing them both by the neck and tossing them away from her as though they were rag dolls. Well, there went the kitchen. Isaac had just been put through the living room wall, smashing into the television. The groupies had just stopped when they noticed the sound coming from Eva's room and the screaming coming from Adonis' attic and ditched their fight immediately, heading towards the stairs. Angiluzza might have paused to go and stop them...

Might have.

But she had her own to handle. She could hear Adonis on the phone in the attic, frantically screaming for Derek and Alessa to hurry. No doubt that it was Alessa he had called; He was too scared to ask for Angel's or Derek's. Angel was blindsided by Gaspard who punched her in the back of the head, Morganna following suit by delivering a kick to Angel's chest, sending her into a wall. Paul was about to join the fight...Until he caught sight of a scared shitless Jasper. Angel didn't have time to move for him in defense because Gaspard and Morganna were now trying to tear her in half. Angel wanted to scream out as the human that she had thought about killing earlier was killed right before her eyes.

Isaac and Annabelle had grabbed the two women heading up the stairs by the backs of their necks and yanked them down, throwing them into a wall behind them. The pair were quick to dodge the bits of rubble thrown at them, moving ever closer with each dodge until they were within five feet. They jumped onto the two girls and hacked away at their necks with their fangs, clinging to the young vampires with every bit of strength that they had. They could not let these two upstairs because Eva would be the first to go. And then they would bust down Adonis' attic door. They had already lost Jasper - They couldn't lose their other two! It didn't take too long from the gnashing teeth and tugging hands for their heads to detach from the women's bodies. Feeling victorious and strong, they headed to take on Paul now.

Angel roared in pain as she pulled her arms together, causing her two targets to slam into each other. She saw red now, everything moving being a target. She bit deeply into Morganna's neck, ripping off her flesh and clawing her. Formal training went out the window as primal survival instincts took over. She was literally growling as she fought, intent on ripping them limb from limb. She could hear Paul's taunts as he took on Annie and Isaac in the background, seeming to be enraged underneath by the fact that his groupies were killed off so easily. Paul glanced over at Annie, dodging an incoming punch with ease, grabbing her arm and offering another 'tut tut tut' as he slammed her into poor Isaac.

Angiluzza heard a rip as Gaspard's head came off, watching as Morganna broke down into tears. Using the redhead's moment of weakness, Angel leapt onto her and twisted her head clean around and pulled until it came off. The sound of her head coming off was followed suit immediately by two more of the kind...What was that? She looked over to see Annabelle and Jasper without heads and a whole new kind of rage filled her body. She ran to Paul and leapt up, landing on his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his neck tightly and beginning to pull up from his jaw and the back of his head. She felt his hands grab her waist as he slammed her down, putting a hole in the floor. She wondered where Eva was. Was she still in her room? And Adonis...? Wait - She could hear Adonis still screaming into the phone. She focused solely on her fight now - she refused to let go until Paul's head came off. She was slammed repeatedly into the floor and into the wall as her nails dug into his flesh, one of them breaking off; acrylic.

Finally, she heard the sound that she wanted to hear and she fell off of him as he fell down, his head in her hands. Angiluzza was lying on top of Annabelle and Isaac, soaking in their blood as she entered a daze. They were gone. Both of them. She didn't give a shit about Jasper's death - He was getting on her last nerve, anyways. But her sister and little brother died...It was six against three and only one survived...



You know...Nicholas and Alessa will blame you for these deaths. You were the eldest here. Two food sources gone, an Enforcer, and the only Procurer. That leaves us down to three Vampires and only two humans.


We were outnumbered! Isaac was so young! Gaspard and Morganna and Paul were all just barely younger than me.


Aww. Too hard? You sound like a whiny little brat trying to make excuses. There is no excuse and everyone knows it. This. Is. All. Your. Fault.


We'll be fine with just Adonis and Eva and we can always get replacements!


You'll be fine with just Eva and Adonis...? Is that so? You realize that nobody but Nicholas feeds from Eva? Alessa fears to feed from Adonis. And you find both of their blood types absolutely revolting. The only human here with a use is Eva and the only person benefiting from her use is Nicholas. You and Alessa are shit out of luck because Adonis is pretty much useless. But you're fine right...? You fucked up, Angiluzza. You fucked up.



Angiluzza curled up in the pool of blood, seeming to nestle against the bodies as she sobbed. She could hear Adonis still frantically screaming into the phone. "Alessa! Apresse casa! Não está lutando! Eu não sei quem está aqui, mas Jasper estava gritando e Angel é louca e eu não sei onde é Eva e Annabelle e Isaac não posso ouvi-los! Depressa, por favor! Eu não posso ouvir mais nada!"

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Helena the Bloody





Helena tilted her head rather slowly as she listened, her face expressionless for once safe for the slightly widened, blood-red eyes she sported at all times. She could feel him at her side, could sense the second he let his fangs slide out. She knew the sound so very well. After all, she had heard it countless times, both as he bit into her, but also when he bit into others. It was a sound which never failed to make her reach out, a hand landing on his upper arm, just to feel him physically since she could not see him. The contact was enough of a substitute.

Then, however, the human spoke and Helena’s own fangs slid forth in irritation as a soft growl escaped her, one which could only be heard by Kristof as the female vampire took a few steps away, closing her red eyes to focus her energy. Fortunately Kristof was there. If he hadn’t been, this would be around the time Helena tore out the irritating human’s throat. The mere sound of her voice now irked the redhead. While it was slightly amusing, Helena much preferred the fear. It was not supposed to disappear this easily!

Helena could feel the human’s eyes on her, but she did not move. Instead the coven leader remained perfectly still, her hands at her sides, eyes closed as she listened, her posture relaxed but alert. Then Kristof spoke again and Helena noted the moment the girl let her silly little metal thing fall to the forest floor. But still she did not react. She stood quiet, still as a statue even as she sensed both of them turning to move towards her, Kristof of course reaching her first. She already knew what came next. Kristof had told her once that he did not wish to sire vampires, so of course he would use her blood to change the human girl. Helena forced back her irritation, part of her grounded enough to know that Kristof wanted this one.

Besides, Helena felt fairly certain she would not find another human like… like Kaleigh. Oh, Kaleigh! Her poor little pet was still chained to the table, wasn’t she? The thought made a sadistic grin curve her full, red lips as Kristof brushed her hair to the side, her neck now presented to him without a second obstacle. She felt his hand in her hair and she let him tilt her head back, the grin still remaining as she moaned lowly with his bite. The hand remained, keeping her head in place as he moved back, and soon Helena felt a stranger’s tongue licking her pale, smooth skin. She remained in place, knowing very well that the dominance as well as the display turned Kristof on.

The girl’s tongue and lips barely caused any reaction from Helena. Kristof’s hand in her hair, however, had her humming with contentment, her lids still covering the red of her eyes. Next Helena heard Kristof move and then a crack as he snapped the head of the human while she was distracted. From the puncture wounds Kristof had made on her neck, blood trickled down slowly, undisturbed. As he spoke, Helena hummed softly, adding drily “Let’s hope she comes back less irritating.” With that, Kristof’s teeth were back inside her neck, and she moaned, her hands finally moving to clasp him to her, keeping her body meshed with his.

Everything else escaped her mind when Kristof pinned her against another tree and let her soar once more. She did however notice when he merely kicked the human out of the way and the cruel disregarded forced a giggle from her, even as a moan attempted to escape at the same time. All too soon the pleasure ended, however, and just as the human stopped screaming, Kristof pulled away. Helena easily moved onto her feet once more. She was swimming in the bliss of her orgasm – in the tranquil clarity, but still she let the red of her eyes land on Kristof as he spoke. His words made her giggle.

She put a hand up as though in class before she spoke up. “We might also just do it for fun,” she added, not caring that the girl might end up scared. Which she didn’t. What was wrong with her? The irritation was back, doubling only when Kristof moved to help her up. She growled deep in her throat, eyes narrowing slightly, but the girl’s words made Helena’s mind go in a whole other direction. Kaleeeiiigh! Helena grinned suddenly. “Oh, I know!” She spoke, knowing Kristof would understand that it meant she had a solution to that particular problem. “Let’s go make little Dee Dee very sad,” she chirped, already speeding off to the basement. She was there in no time, bursting through the door very abruptly.

It smelled like… tears. And blood. But they were both still in their places. Keeping Kaleigh alive anymore was only going to make Dmitri think he’d won something, and it was going to make him want to escape more… for her, no matter how futile. Now, she could kill Dmitri, but really… what was the fun in that? He’d only be freed from his misery, and she’d never have truly broken him. This… however, just might do the trick. A gleeful grin spread on her face she turned to Dmitri. “Have you ever wondered,” she began as she waited for the others to join her, approaching him slowly, “what it would feel like to have the one thing you love… die in front of you?” Her grin widened, completely ignoring the now frantic sobbing from Kaleigh.





Derek Fleitner





Derek couldn’t help chuckling when Alessa fought to get onto the roof of the building. She looked clumsy for a vampire, really, but then, Alessa had never really achieved the grace he had. It was odd really, since she was the same age, but nope… she’d always been different like that. Or maybe he was different. But nah, it was probably just Alessa. Even Angel was more graceful than their beloved coven leader. Alessa’s strengths were not physical in any way. No, her strength was in her inspiration. As a leader, Alessa left most of what would normally befall her, to him. Not because she was lazy, but because she wanted the best possible to take care of important jobs.

So he was charged with them, and really, Alessa was a genius when it came to figuring out another’s strengths. She had everyone do what they did best and perhaps that was why, in spite of her lack of… well, control, everyone in the coven accepted her. She did not lead because she was the best – she led because she did so without dominance. Honestly Derek wouldn’t do too well under the hand of someone who tried to domineer him every step of the way. He’d been there, he’d done that, and he’d gone his own ways regardless. Luckily so, because if he hadn’t he would’ve been quite fallen by now. She’d certainly done her best to convince him, his maker.

When she settled next to him, he glanced at her quietly before his eyes landed on the dead human in the alley. Then she spoke, and he smiled wryly. “You did indeed,” he agreed lowly, still not looking at her. He was eager for this hunt to end. Not because he wanted away from Alessa, but because he simply got restless when the two of them were away from the house for long simultaneously, leaving vampires half their age to defend if something was to happen. He let a sigh pass his lips. He was patient, but the world around him waited for no one, and if something happened while the two leaders were away, it would be on Derek’s shoulders. He was the protector.

Her quote made him quirk an eyebrow, gaze searching the streets beneath them. “A Midsummer Night’s Dream, if I recall correctly. Act 3, scene 2.” He glanced at her with a playful smirk at that. “If you’re going to quote Shakespeare, at least make it challenging,” he told her teasingly. He didn’t really care to battle her on it, but back in the days of Shakespeare himself, much of Derek’s circle had been rather wealthy, and quite prone to the works of the man. In simple turns, he had watched many a play. He had even had a few interesting conversations with the man and Alessa had chosen one of the most well-known quotes from one of the most well-known plays.

The sound of Alessa’s phone ringing then, caused Derek to frown lightly, wondering who would be calling her now. The others usually didn’t call either of them when they were out hunting. When his pseudo sister picked up, Derek watched her carefully, considering every intake of breath, and every frantic word on the other end. It was Adonis, and of course he was speaking Portuguese, one of the few languages Derek hadn’t bothered learning. He did know Spanish, though, along with Italian and French, and so most of it made some kind of sense. Someone was there and he needed them to hurry home.

Derek stood immediately, jumping off the roof to hit the ground on all fours. Then he immediately straightened, looking up at Alessa. “I don’t know exactly what he said, but I know we need to hurry, so come on. We’ll leave the human and skip town. Our DNA isn’t in any database, so we should be fine.” He looked back at forth, his body brimming with what to humans would work much like adrenaline. In vampires it was the instinct… to kill, to protect. If anything had happened to his coven – anyone in his coven, Derek was sure to seek revenge. He was impatient now more than ever and he needed Alessa to get the hell down. When she finally did, he hurried to the car and slid into the driver’s side. This may be her car, but they needed to hurry, so he was driving.

Fortunately it didn’t take them long to reach the house, but they did, the air was permeated with the scent of blood and Derek stepped forward slowly. No strangers were alive present at current – he could tell as much, so that meant he could do nothing, but three scents were much too familiar. He sped up, bursting through the door only to freeze briefly at the sight, his eyes scanning the scene.

Angel was huddled in a pool of blood, hulking and sobbing uncontrollably. The room was littered with dead bodies, three of which belonged to members of his coven. Annabelle, Jasper, Isaac… Derek stood there for a moment, staring at the bloodshed. He didn’t doubt who had done this; the perpetrators were dead at his feet as well. “Angel,” he breathed suddenly as he came back to himself, and he hurried forward, not caring that he soaked himself in blood as he sank to his knees next to her. She was the only one he could help right now. The others were… beyond him, and so he chose to focus his energy on her. Alessa could deal with their remaining humans; a vampire who was completely out of it was a danger to everyone, and so he simply needed to prioritize.

Derek moved a hand to Angel’s cheek, wiping tears from it as he watched her. Then suddenly he leaned forward and pulled her into his embrace, holding her like a little girl as he more or less cradled her in his arms. He’d not seen her like this in centuries, and it still did not sit right with him in any way. It just… felt wrong. “Shh,” he added softly as he held her, trying to make her calm down.

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Angiluzza

Angiluzza was damn near completely unaware of her current surroundings. Everywhere that she looked, all she saw was the deaths of Jasper and her 'siblings' on repeat. She just couldn't get it out of her mind...She could feel her body back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. She soon felt arms around her and began to struggle against the arms, feeling immediately threatened again as she cried out. “No! Get off of me!” Her cry became more of a roar until she felt Derek's fingers wiping the tears from her face, smearing some of the blood. But the blood smearing didn't matter to her because Derek was holding her. She practically crumbled in his arms, leaning into him as he lulled her with a soft 'shh'. “I'm so sorry,” she whispered softly, closing her eyes shut and cringing against him.

“I tried to protect them! I did...But it-” She choked up and broke down into more sobs as her body went limp. How could they have fended them off on their own? They hadn't gotten to their 'breakfast' yet and it was...unexpected. No! There was no excuse at all! Derek had trained her and she had trained as formally as it got with her Senseis for over three decades! How in the hell could she have been so defenseless against them?! She berated herself mentally over and over again. She would have been slamming her head into a wall except she was limp, tired, and there weren't that many walls nearby suitable for that sort of beating.

Instead, she looked up weakly, sniffling. “Its...my fault. And I'm so sorry. Please don't make me go...Don't let me go.” Her voice was as soft of a whisper as it could possibly be. She lowered her head back down, resting it against his chest as she fought back the hysteric fit threatening to overwhelm her. She was reflexively breathing as though hyperventilating, finding the feeling of not being really out of breath so strange and frightening; it had been a while since she breathed. She imagined that was what it felt like to drown, driving her further down the road to hysterics. Her body went from limp to rigid as though she were physically bracing herself for hysteria to slam into her.




Kristof

Kristof chuckled as Helena remarked that they just might kill the girl off simply because they felt like it. He almost sneered as the girl cowered as soon as his beloved left. “Come on.” Kristof didn't trust the girl as far as he could thro- Well. Considering his strength, that particular phrase was somewhat useless. The point is that he didn't trust the girl enough to let her run off on her own nor to follow him. He motioned for her to come with him, though on a second thought he grabbed her wrist. As they ran, he did his best to move at the pace that was her peak so he didn't just end up dragging her along like dead weight.

He knew exactly what Helena had in her twisted little mind, which did make his lips curl into a devious smirk. To break Dmitri...Now that was something that he would like to see. It had been ten years – Ten years was longer than any human had ever survived with them. At least as far as the slaves went. He couldn't deny that the human intrigued him. But not enough to really care for him; The only person that he cared about was Helena. Though he was positive that little Kelsey was already scheming on how to seduce her way into the black hole that his heart used to exist within.

As she grunted for him to wait, he ignored the request as they had only just come up to the house. He released her hand but kept going, causing her to stumble and fall; how ungraceful. He sighed and breezed on in, finding Lucan pacing and Scarlet cleaning. He smirked “You missed a spot.” His fist went through the nearest wall. “Clean it up.” He spit on the floor nearby before heading down into the basement, Kelsey in tow right behind him, her eyes looking about in wonder. “What happened here?” Her mouth hung open and her eyes got wide. “Great sex.” Kristof chuckled, a chill going down his spine as he remembered just how much he had enjoyed it.

He was at Helena's side soon enough, wrapping his arms about her waist and pressing his face into her hair, inhaling slowly. “You're such a bitch sometimes,” He whispered softly, moving his face down to her neck, kissing her ivory flesh softly. “but its so God damned sexy.” He bared his fangs, though he didn't bite her as he looked over at poor little Kaleigh. “Well. Aren't you just a broken little bluebird?” Kaleigh cried out, pleading to be let go. But Kristof knew it wasn't going to work. It seemed as though Helena's need to break Dmitri was now priority over Kaleigh's wellbeing. Poor little thing – Kristof can't say he cared too much about her. She had no spirit. No fight in her. She was boring.




Dmitri

Dmitri had spent as much time as his voice would allow whispering to Kaleigh, trying to cheer her up in such a dismal situation. He told her about the time he accidentally glued his dad's hand to the doghouse and the time he replaced his cousin's refried beans with cat food. The soft smiles and light giggles warmed his heart – Did he truly love this girl that was nearly eight years his senior? Of course he did! How could he even question it? How could he not? She was so...Kaleigh. A sweet, innocent thing. And she loved him. One could not express in words how it made his heart soar to know it,

It had been silent for a while and he could hear pacing upstairs along with the sweeping of broken glass; Lucan and Scarlet? Probably. He sighed and slumped a little more until the sound of Helena's voice caused him to stir. His immediate reaction was to spit at her feet, but he caught himself before doing so, remembering that Kaleigh was at stake for his actions. He ground his teeth and looked away from her. That is, until Helena spoke a phrase that he had only heard in his frequent nightmares. She was soon joined by Kristof and a blonde...Great. A new vampire.

“Ohhh. He's cute! Can I have him?” She eyed him like the food that he was, inching closer. Dmitri kept quiet, his head held high and proud. He knew that he wasn't today's lunch...It was Kaleigh. The drastic measure he never thought Helena would take. How could she be so cruel?! It was true – She really had no heart. And Kristof wasn't any better. He looked over at the crying Kaleigh and his lips quivered as he fought another stream of tears. “You've already done that. Remember?” He hissed at her, remembering the day that he walked in ten years ago to see his then-future husband taking his last breath in Helena's arms.




Lucan

Lucan glanced as Helena breezed in followed by Kristof and a new girl. Oh joy – A newborn. From the generation of the whores. He sighed but said nothing, for it wasn't his place. Typically, at least in the Forebearers' Coven, before a human was turned and joined the Coven, the whole Coven must agree first upon it. But Helena and Kristof generally just didn't give a fuck what the others wanted within the Coven or who they wanted. They did whatever pleased them. But he didn't mind so long as he had company and a home. And Rox...

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Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Kaleigh Ann Character Portrait: Scarlett Wilsten Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Kristof Allucius Character Portrait: Oliver Alexander Character Portrait: Annabelle Jefferson Character Portrait: Isaac Warren Character Portrait: Dmitri Deon Character Portrait: Adonis Charmides Character Portrait: Alessa Dattolo Character Portrait: Jasper Roberts Character Portrait: Lucan Norvel
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Angiluzza

Angiluzza had stopped breathing.

Not that it was a bad thing, but it freaked her out; like she had just died. Completely died. All she saw was darkness – nothingness. She whined and her body trembled as he held her tighter. She slowly found herself trying to grasp some sort of sanity or anything close to it. She blinked until she could see again, watching Eva run by almost as though it were in slow motion. And then Alessa off after her. Her head lolled a few times almost as though it were made of lead and she couldn't bear to hold it up on her own strength. She whined again as Derek mentioned that she needed blood. Where was she going to get it from? “I can't go out like this.” she whispered to him. She also did not plan on feeding from either Adonis or Eva – Adonis had disgusting blood and Eva...She would kill the girl and not entirely on accident, either. She looked around, catching sight of a dead Jasper – Poor Jasper. She wasn't particularly fond of him, or at least not all the time, like only twenty minutes ago. But that didn't mean she wanted the poor boy dead. Roughed up for his attitude, yeah. But not dead – He was pleasant company most days.

They had a love/hate companionship.

Her lips quivered in a pout and she returned to another bought of tears. Some Enforcer she was! But it was her family! She had taught Annabelle to read and write and fight with Nicholas. She had spent many a star-filled night sipping a glass of Jasper's blood on the roof while talking about the centuries past with Isaac. They were both beautiful souls and she wasn't ready for them to have gone already! She knew that it was possible that they would die defending themselves – Such was the life of living in a Coven. Their lives weren't a guarantee – Not by any means, was it. But she had lived so comfortably, so happy with her family that it was so hard to remember how dangerous it was to even walk outside of her home. Sure, she knew there were Nomads and Fallen Covens and Vampire Hunters to worry about, but it wasn't like they ran into them that often. It was easy for her to notice how amazing her life was and appreciate it. There had only three deaths prior to theirs in the whole time she had been with the Coven.

She couldn't imagine just shrugging off their deaths as 'just part of life'. She knew that it was, but so was grieving. Having spent so much time with the only made it worse when you finally lost them. She shivered as their still-open eyes stared back at her. “I'm sorry.” she whispered again, this time talking to them. She couldn't take back what had happened – But what could she have done differently to save them? Maybe acting faster. She overestimated herself; that's what it was. After tonight, after they moved, she would train again. This time, it wouldn't be like the past couple of centuries. No four hour sessions with Nicholas – No, she was going to isolate herself and her nights would be only training and pausing to eat. Until the crack of dawn. No parties, no reading, no candy.

That's all she could think of before snapping back into the present. He was right – She did need blood. She hesitated before thinking again of what he would possibly be thinking of – He knew that she would not feed from either of the remaining humans. She knew that he knew that. They both also knew that there was virtually no blood left in the destroyed refrigerator. That left...Him. She looked up at him as his wrist was placed near her lips. Her mind wandered back to that day when he had become her best friend, her father, her brother, her savior; her everything.

“Family...What do you mean family? Where are they? I don't suppose the rumor about sleeping in coffins during the day is true? Or that I must always carry with me dirt from my home? Do I bleed, still? Do other vampires? Can vampires drink each others' blood? Or is that cannibalism?” She felt like a fool for asking, but she felt she needed to know. Her eyes lit up as a thought entered her mind. “I can go to school...?” Nicholas had chuckled softly, taking a moment to answer all of her questions as soon as she had answered them. She talked really fast, seeming to take advantage of not needing to take a breath and she was extremely curious. She was burning with hunger, but had requested her simple questions be answered before given food; what a strange girl indeed. “Let's start from the beginning, shall we? First of all, what I mean by family, is coven. It's not unlike a family. I will return to the subject of specifics. Currently they're some way from here, but not too far. You will meet them soon enough. But no, we don't sleep in coffins. Honestly, a bed is much more comfortable, but we do sleep during the day, and the sun is hurtful. Not fatally so, but it stings an awful lot. It takes a little while to get used to.” He smiled at her, trying to recall what her next question had been, before suddenly going “ah, yes, we move around a lot, so I'd say it would be a little difficult for us to carry dirt around from every one of them.” He chuckled, “so no dirt. But you do still bleed, yes, red just like humans. We do, however, heal rapidly. And... we can drink each others' blood. It's not cannibalism. In fact, blood-sharing is considered an intimate thing between two vampires. Some do it during sex, because it heightens the senses, and intensifies the experience. You can sustain yourself on the blood of a fellow vampire, but it's not as good nor as nourishing as the blood of a human....”

She had never tasted his blood, nor the blood of any other vampire. She was glad that her face was stained cherry with blood because she could feel them urn red and grow just a tad bit warm as she blushed. She tried not to think about that centuries old conversation, though it wasn't exactly easy. “I...I can't. I'll choke down some of Adonis'...This is a bad idea...” She really was suffering from temporary insanity. How long had she craved sinking her fangs into him? Over five centuries. And now he offered it to her freely and she turned it down. She imagined this moment would have been a bit...more when it had come along. Not with them surrounded in the dead bodies of their companions, soaking in their blood with her own self in a hysteric fit. But she really didn't have a choice did she? O negative made her gag and put her in a foul mood. Once she was in her right mind, her in a foul mood was just as bad as her in a fit of insanity.

She had no choice in the matter.

Her fangs slid out with an audible click and she leaned her head forward just a bit, enough to sink them into his cold flesh. Her lips quivered as his blood touched upon her tongue and a shiver went down her spine as she practically sank into him. She was quick to pull his free arm, wrapping it around herself while she bit deeper into his wrist. She tried her best for this to be a good experience and it wasn't hard. Her entire body simply...relaxed. Every care she ever had simply washed away and for that time, it was just her. And him. As it had been for the first little while of her rebirth. His blood was much thicker and much sweeter than she imagined it to be – Not exactly O positive...but she wouldn't mind it some time again.

As soon as the blood trickled its way down her throat, it was as though a supernova went off in her head. She entered a state of euphoria, her eyelids fluttering as though she were about to have a seizure. She saw him standing in the middle of a meadow under the night sky...though why was he wearing a buckskin loincloth? She watched in silence, seemingly invisible to the scene as her own self seemed to glide across the long, green grass straight into his arms, her body draped in a short dress of white cotton. Uh...Were they about to have sex?! She thought she might faint – She watched as they held each other with the faintest of smiles, simply standing there like statues; Not that she'd mind standing in his arms for all of eternity. Hell, wasn't she already? Not completely, but it was close enough for her. It was entrancing to watch the two beautiful creatures interact with one another; she envied her vision-self as he ran his fingers through her hair and traced his fingertips along her scars. She looked so proud to bare them, not using makeup to cover them. It wasn't that Angel was uncomfortable in her battle scars...they just tended to be the main attraction of her body when they were out and it made her short when people stared. But her vision-self...she didn't care. Vision Nicky didn't care either. He marveled at her as though she were some priceless piece of artwork.

She tried to concentrate while watching, but someone was groaning. Dammit, who interrupting her vision? She growled in an irate manner before watching as Alessa and Adonis came out, dressed same as Nicholas and Angiluzza. The four of them laughed together, each pair holding their own. Jasper followed with his wife - Angel had seen pictures - And Annabelle soon after with Isaac. They were all smiling and happy, dressed in matching loincloths and cotton dresses. Everyone looked so beautiful and Angel couldn't imagine a better family portrait.

And then Eva came...Timid and shy, crossing the clearing in a green cotton dress. Angel's utopia was shattered as her vision-self slid out her fangs and hissed under her breath. “Mine.” Vision Eva was startled, stopping dead in her tracks, fear filling her eyes. Angel didn't care. She should be terrified! Nicholas was hers! He had always been hers even though he didn't know it yet! This pet wasn't going to ruin over eight hundred years of closeness! Not now and not ever would she. Angel moved to attack, but she was restrained by him and the others. She turned and looked into his face. His soft smile was replaced by a light frown, his head shaking as he pulled her away and motioned for her to go. Angel was rigid as he moved past her and onto Eva, everyone else bearing the same frowns and shaking heads as they went with him. He smiled, embracing the frail human. Angel watched as Eva smirked from over his shoulder, her lips forming one word: Mine.

Her thoughts were vivid right now and the only thing she could think about him and his blood and how sad and angry she was. How long had she been feeding? Surely not that long! Her eyes had been closed the whole time – She couldn't think with all that groaning and growling in her ear! Who the fuck?!

Her eyes flew open and she realized that it was her.

Her back was against his chest while she took delight in devouring his blood – She was practically making out with his wrist, though her jaw had tightened as her anger bubbled, she was biting down into him as though she were trying to eat him alive...or dead. As soon as she realized where the groaning was coming from, she didn't take even a moment to wonder whether Nicholas had enjoyed himself or not, nor did she take time to notice his current position other than what she immediately felt. She flitted out of his grasp, standing on her own as her mind became semi-unclouded. Enough for her to realize the situation once more. She choked down a sob and brought her hand over her mouth. “Annie...Isaac...Jasper.” She whispered softly before glancing over to Nicholas. “I'll clean this up...I'm sorry.” Her temporary moment on cloud nine was gone.

They were dead. Not happy and alive dressed matchingly in clothes that looked like they were all Tarzan and Jane couples.

She had never...dreamed or daydreamed anything like that! Had she said 'Mine' out loud? She probably had, considering that she was groaning and growling out loud. Maybe he wouldn't have noticed – Last thing she needed right now was for him to distance himself because she was acting stranger than usual. She cleared her throat and licked her lips before sliding her fangs back in. “And...Thank you. I'm sorry that I didn't leave you with any other choice.” She muttered before nodding towards the door. “You should probably go check on your...On Eva. Make sure she doesn't run. She'll listen – You're all she cares about. Would be a shame to have to put her down.” She had returned to her usual, blunt self. Though she didn't really mean it – That it would be a shame to put Eva down. It wouldn't be hard to pick up a new human; It never was. She was growing increasingly weary of the girl's presence and that would not do. But, Eva was not hers to dismiss in any way and for now, she would simply have to pray that the girl would stop being stupid and try to run for it or ask for death or she would simply avoid too much interaction with her for the girl's own safety. She moved towards him and leaned over, kissing the top of his head before flitting off to the kitchen in search of something to clean up the blood.




Adonis

Adonis was silent. His eyes were closed as he took a few moments to think...He hadn't seen anything nor did he bother to go downstairs and check what was happening. His first reaction had been to find his damn phone and call Alessa – The only number in his phone. Sure, he got other girls' numbers; But he never bothered to save them in his phone. He didn't want to go downstairs – Why would he try to get himself killed? He imagined that Alessa would grieve – Direly hoping that she would if anything happened to him. He didn't know for sure, but just in case she would, he didn't want to hurt himself and bring hurt to her heart. Selfish? His reasons, yes. But, had he gone downstairs, the Coven would have been assed out of another food source for home. Not that anyone used him much. Adonis often wondered why the hell he was even around if he was just an emergency food supply – Rare was it that there was need of him. Not that he was complaining.

He got up slowly, blinking a little before unlocking his door and releasing the steps that lead down to the rest of the house. He was jumpy as he made his way down the steps and then around a few corners before down the stairs to the first level of the home. His sight was assaulted with a vision of red. Blood was spattered all over the walls, heads were lying around away from their proper bodies, and Angel and Derek were sitting in the mess of it all, soaking in the blood. Did his eyes deceive him or was Angel feeding from their Protector? Nope – He was seeing right. And hearing right as well: The woman...well. She was in heaven. He took a step forward, though jumped back when she started growling, the word 'Mine' escaping her lips.

He held up his hands and shook his head. “Yo, chica. Don't want him. Keep 'im. I don't swing that way.” He was quick to dodge past them, his bare feet sliding in the blood and almost tripping him. He caught himself and continued on outside. He took a few deep breaths before sitting on the steps. Who were those people? And why did they attack his family? He suddenly felt a giant weight on his chest like he couldn't breathe. He bent over and the nasty taste of upchucked Ramen came flowing through his mouth, spattering on the stone steps. He did this a few times, his throat burning and his eyes as well. Though, his eyes were burning from the tears that were falling. He had been so mean to them and all they had done was give him a home and everything that went with it.

He recalled all the times he told Annabelle that she was nosy and stupid, the times he told Isaac that he was a drooling retard. He hadn't meant any of it...But. He hadn't had the chance to apologize or make it up to them...and...Fuck! They were dead. For good. They weren't coming back. He wasn't sobbing, but there were tears streaming down his face that he quickly wiped away before wiping his mouth of any remaining vomit. Which proved useless because he only vomited again. He had never seen so much blood in his life...even being part of a gang had not given him such experience around death.




Kristof and Dmitri

Kristof watched as Helena finally got the reaction out of Kelsey that she wanted; fear. Kelsey was terrified of the mad woman who was seeming to take delight in what looked more like a dungeon than a basement. She started to wonder what she got herself into...Until her face was pushed into Kaleigh's stomach and subsequently her blood. She was like a dehydrated dog lapping up the last few drops of a puddle – Though, in this case, there was an entire human for her to drink. Kristof was impressed – He wasn't even allowed to drink from Kaleigh. Surely he was right in his previous assessment; His beloved's need to break Dmitri was now even greater than her need to keep Kaleigh alive. It seemed as though he would soon have to hunt and find her another pet. And it would be him this time – He didn't like other people giving Helena humans as gifts. It was his job to provide for her needs and protect her. Honestly, even as a Protector, he didn't really care too much about protecting the others as he did Helena.

He moved towards Dmitri with a smirk as he was ordered, grasping the man's head with a strong hold – He was trying not to crush his head like a sparrow's egg while also trying not to snap his neck. It was a little difficult for him to contain his strength when he was so riled up; And Helena knew it. He could Dmitri grunting under the sheer force that Kristof was applying as he was forced to watch his love be skinned alive and lapped up like she was a snack...But then again; that's exactly what she was to them. Nothing more than a snack and he had been a fool to forget it. He could feel his eyes well up with tears. Kristof could only smile as Helena's newest progeny lapped up blood like she would never get a drop again.

Kristof was a puzzling man; on one hand, he wasn't very abusive when it came to women. He tried to be as merciful as possibly, limiting their pain by making their death a quick one. But on the other hand, he could not help but to take pleasure in watching Helena torture young women. She often told him that he needn't be such a gentleman or even to try with them, but his father's ways stuck with him. Still, he watched while holding Dmitri still as Kaleigh was skinned, his tongue running over his lips, watching the sweet blood trickle everywhere. Helena's naked body looming over Kaleigh's while a third lapped up everything – Paradise.

Dmitri tried to look away, but Kristof yanked his head back into position, using his fingertips to force his eyelids to stay open; There was no way out of it. Kristof smirked as Dmitri's salty tears ran down his face, placing his head next to the blonde's. “Its a beautiful sight, no? This is true nature. Cold. Unforgiving. Its survival of the fittest – She never stood a chance.” He practically cooed to him before finding himself being headbutted from the side – Dmitri didn't have a lot of space to move his head, but Kristof was close enough to get just a little in. Kristof responded only with a laugh – Dmitri would pay for that later.

Kelsey, meanwhile, was having the time of her life as she tried as hard as possible to make sure no drop was wasted, her tongue running along every inch of exposed flesh, her pale face red and smeared with blood. She ignored Kaleigh's cries; Hey, it wasn't her problem. She felt better than Kaleigh – They could have killed her like they did her buddies. Or they could have made her a snackpack like they did with Kaleigh. But, no. She was chosen to be one of them! An elite being! Sure, she was just their sex toy. But she was still one of them. Still better than being just a snack. But even as she licked on...She paused to think. Was this normal? That she so willingly accepted death and was so eager to lick up the blood of a girl being killed right before her? Part of her wanted to stop and run away and kill herself. But the blood...It was calling her name. She didn't really have much humanity to begin with.




Lucan

The Irishman was still pacing around the home, seemingly ignorant to everything around him. He disregarded the pained screams coming from the basement because it really wasn't anything new to him. His mind was on Roxanne - Where was she? He hadn't seen her all night and usually, she was banging on his bedroom door at this time of night. He really couldn't help tbut to worry - She was so young. At least compared to him, she was. Even if only by half his age. He shook his head and glanced around until he saw Scarlett cleaning up Helena and Kristof's mess. Putting on his most charming smile, he sauntered over and leaned against the most stable wall that he could find.

“Ah, poor thing. Cleaning up all by your lonesome. Don't suppose that you'd like a bit of help...” He eyed the hole in a nearby wall that could only have come from a fist and he immediately assumed it to be of Kristof's. Weird for that man. He wasn't in a particularly foul mood as far as Lucan could tell and the man didn't seem to harbor any special dislike for Scarlett. Maybe Kristof's mind was going as well. Or maybe it was just something erratic for no reason. Lucan didn't dwell too much on it because it wasn't really his business.

“Perhaps after we've finished up a bit of cleaning we could go an' have a wee bit of fun?” It really wasn't that much of a question because he knew she wasn't going to say no. He and Scar had quite a few good times and she was quite delectable. Her blood type wasn't really his favorite, but she was still alright. Maybe it was because he frequently fed from her that made her blood so delicious to him? But having the same thing nearly all the time would make one sick of it eventually, right? Not really for him. He would be content to have a pet of his own to drink from whenever he pleased...Or maybe two or three. A blonde, a brunette, a red head, a Brazilian, an Aussie, a British. Ah! The beautiful women he only dreamed that would surround him and surrender themselves to him.

He had found himself lost in thought, damn near drooling on himself as he daydreamed. And then he realized that Scar was still there. “My apologies, lovely. Anywho – About those offers? They're one time only, so choose wisely.” He did his best to waggle his eyebrows at her, though he was never really good at it, he understood that his attempts were found to be quite...cute. That's what Rox would say. He wasn't fond of being identified as cute or adorable, but with his current body state, he would take whatever would get him in a woman's pants. Such was the life of a sexual deviant.