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Kristof Allucius

"I've come across rotting bodies that are less offensive than you are."

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

Description

The Fallen Protector


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Name: Kristof Galba Allucius

Nickname(s): The man doesn't enjoy nicknames- dare give him one.

Age: Turned at 31 [1598 years in total.]

Birthday: January 13th, 414 A.D.

Bloodtype: O Negative.

Place of Origin: Sicily, near the end of the Roman Empire.


Likes:
    Classical music, however, he only takes time to listen when alone.
    The idea of war, a fair match of 'human' strength.
    Training with weapons and without.
    He adores Helena, or perhaps the idea of her.
    Reading old literature, his favorites range from the years 1400-1600.

Dislikes:
    Humans, their petty lives.
    Sharing his innermost thoughts.
    Technology, though he makes do if it's absolutely necessary.
    Children, it's their small size that irritates him.
    Memories of Roman warfare, at times, it's nightmares that haunt him to this day.

Fear(s):
Losing Helena, either in death or losing her trust. On the other hand, he fears of her finding out that she holds his heart, which will put him in a position of weakness, and he wouldn't enjoy that at all. Having never died on that battlefield, Kristof fears death itself, which is fair, since most do fear death. It's natural.

Secret(s):
As mentioned above, Kristof's secret is his love for Helena. For a man so cold and ruthless, it's the last thing he wants getting out on the lips of the coven. Other than that, like Helena, he keeps things to himself, causing many things to be considered secrets.


Personality:
Kristof is never self-effacing, he's not modest or timid, and although he may seem quiet at times, it's usually because he doesn't regard you with a sense of respect, seeing you as a piece of furniture than someone to converse with. Be it people or items, he is possessive of what he believes belongs to him, which may draw out a more aggressive side of him. Like an old man, he collects memorabilia of years past, keeps them well preserved and often finds himself lost in memories when he spends time within his vault. Yes, he does own a vault.

As a soldier of such an empire, Kristof emits pride throughout his very being. The man has to maintain his dignity. He is a law unto himself and is most courageous in adversity. On a more personal level, Kristof will give absolute honest advice, appraisal, or compliments, but those are extremely rare and to get one out of him could very possibly mean that he was genuine in giving it. The man will move mountains for Helena, and if requested by her, the coven members as well. In this way, he is intensely loyal to the coven, seeing them as his family, however, he would never replace the memories of his sons. Though it may not be entirely obvious, Kristof never forgets a kindness or, likewise, an injury.

History:
Once a prestigious Roman soldier, a man of great honor. Not only did he receive praise in his earlier victories that span as early as his pre-teen years, he also had a family. A wife, that he respected, but was incapable of falling in love with. His love was reserved to the two sons she had given him throughout the brief years they had been together. By the time Kristof met his end, his sons were nine and five years old. He never intended to leave them in this way, but his future had other plans for him. Called into the battlefield, he had no idea that he was telling his goodbyes to his sons and wife for the last time. As an honorable soldier, he couldn't and certainly wouldn't refuse the call.

Many times had Kristof been wounded during battle, not once has a woman appeared to him, feeding him her blood, her life-force, promising him strength and healing. She was an enigma, an angel, he believed during that moment. Before he knew it, he was back on the battlegrounds, ripping through the men, with blood spraying in every direction. He'd grown cocky with the sight of the angel, so cocky, he made a fatal mistake and was to pay for it. The sword that went through him, slicing through his abdomen as if through butter, Kristof suddenly knew this was the end. However much he wished his sons would flash before his eyes, it was the red-haired angel that did. Had she lied? Before he'd made any sort of decision on her, his sight gave on him.

The aftermath of the battle was still steaming, yet not a single body moved except for Kristof's. It was dark, perhaps dusk, and although at this time of evening, it was usually cold, yet the man felt nothing. He felt different, no pain ached through his body, no sensation except the sharp awareness. His eyesight has never been so good, his sense of smell, and the scent of blood invoked an unfamiliar hunger. Then there was the angel... no, he'd soon find out, she was quite the opposite. But, with his first sight of her, he couldn't help but fall in love.

Anything Else:
After his undeath, Kristof had returned to see his sons often over the years, until they too, passed. After so many generations, Kristof no longer came back to see his great-grandchildren and so on. He did keep memorabilia of his sons, however, but not of his wife.

So begins...

Kristof Allucius's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Kaleigh Ann Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Kristof Allucius Character Portrait: Dmitri Deon
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Helena the Bloody


Bored. So fucking bored. And it was only 8 pm! The redheaded vampire could hardly remember the last time she had been this bored. She licked a stray drop of blood from the side of her mouth and closed her unseeing eyes, breathing in the heady scent of blood and fear, but even that couldn’t quell her sense of boredom. The young female at her feet was no longer breathing, in fact she’d been dead for a while, but then, maybe that was exactly Helena’s problem; humans died too easily, so she didn’t get to play with them for long. Especially not when she was hungry too. And Kristof was… somewhere. She had told him to fetch an old friend of hers, a friend who didn’t own a shred of technology. Probably because said friend had been locked in a cave for the last couple of centuries, and he hadn’t really had a lot to eat, or… anything to eat really. But then, it was time she let Trey out of his cage.

Not that she really cared to, but she’d known his location for quite a while now… after she had tortured it out of the female vamp who had tricked him in there, of course, and it might be about time she put it to good use. It would put Trey in her debt, and considering her old… familiar… had been a coven leader, she knew he had strings to pull. Not that she didn’t have her own, but she had them precisely because she took her time and figured out how to get them. It was an artform she had perfected over the years. And Helena forgot nothing. Her memory, although her mind was in bundles, remained perfect. Point was, however, that without Kristof around, the fallen leader got restless very quickly. It was a bother, but she trusted no one else enough to carry this task out. She sighed, eyelids sliding open once more to reveal blood red, almost glowing eyes. With that, she put on her sunglasses, which complimented her outfit, and picked up the dead, dry body of her latest victim.

As Helena got rid of the dead girl, who had had a rather irritating voice to be frank, she pondered how to make her evening more interesting. Who to play with? She could stay out and see if she could find something… or someone… interesting, but it was doubtful, because once Helena was bored, few things could catch her interest properly. She needed entertainment. Pronto. And who was more fun than her little pet? She smiled widely at the thought, already on her way home when she made up her mind. And oh, she would make Dmitri watch! Her smile broadened as she reached the house. She hadn’t done that before, but it had recently come to her attention that her food had decided to… care for each other. Cute little blood banks, weren’t they? Oh, humans were so delightful sometimes, and Helena found she was in a better mood already. A much better mood. She opened the door, pausing in the living room.

Her nose had told her at a distance that both of her desired lovelies were home. Not that they were out a lot. Rather, it would be weird to her if any of them were out, since she did not like to have them out of her metaphorical sights. Helena had a sadistic, playful smile on her lips as she called out, her voice almost too sweet, which was never a good sign to anyone but her, “Dmitri, dear, come along. You too, little bird.” Little bird was a nickname Helena had always used to address her personal slaves, and it didn’t change when her slaves did. Everyone knew “Little bird” was Kaleigh, and everyone also knew you did not ignore Helena when she called for you. Things would only get worse. Right now she only wanted to have fun, and Playful Helena was a lot more pleasant than Punishing Helena. She had so many lovely ideas in mind! Oh, it would be so much fun!

The redhead took off her sunglasses, putting them on the coffee table as she waited, smile still in place. Humans were such slow creatures, so she instilled patience in herself even though she was determined to end this streak of boredom. Some might worry that the two humans would not find her, but Helena always called on people from the living room, because it was in the middle of the big house, and they had both been with her long enough to know that. “Hop little bunny, hop,” she murmured without any particular reason except her still present boredom.




Derek Fleitner


Sometimes it sucked to be Derek. Sometimes it was pretty great, and at other times, it wasn’t so much himself and his situation, as it was… what he was. Derek had changed others, yes, and he had trained them too, but he had done that out of necessity, because if he was to be perfectly frank, he didn’t like being a vampire. Or, rather, he didn’t like the fact that he had to drink the blood of living humans. He could live on blood bags, yes, but his body could hardly choke the vile stuff down. He was terribly picky with his blood, and he was quite aware of that. It had been a problem many, many times, so he was grateful for the presence of Eva, for instance, even if he did feel guilty for using her like that. Or rather, using her feelings for him. But then again, he hadn’t been the one to invite her to become a blood pet. That had been Isaac, and Derek had not been happy with it, but in the end the advantages won out. To make up for it, though, he treated her nicely. Very nicely.

He never took from her without giving something in return. He could afford it. Which was why he was currently walking towards her room with a present, taking his sweet time, so much so that he was going at a human pace. It wasn’t far from his room to hers in the house, and he wasn’t in a particular hurry, even if he was in fact rather thirsty. Her tantalizing scent was in the air, beckoning him. It was a temptation he could not resist. One he wasn’t always entirely sure he wanted to resist. Why? Because it was so… good. Her blood was like being sent to heaven to him. He had always preferred B negative, but there was some flavor in Eva’s blood that made it all the more appealing, and at times he pondered if maybe the feeling she had for him made her blood all the sweeter. It was a possibility. He had never drunk from a girl who was in love with him before Eva though, so he had nothing to compare it to. Mostly because Derek never strove to make his victims fall for him. In fact, he never wanted any girl falling for him. Ever. He especially didn’t ever want to reciprocate those feelings. Feelings were bothersome, nothing else.

He was wearing dark jeans, and a black, v-neck, tight t-shirt which hugged his broad shoulders, showing off his impressive build, one you could only achieve through hard work. He was slim, but very well-muscled, and he towered over most, eyes intense. All in all, Derek had the kind of bad-boy, intriguing air that drew a lot of human females, and as much as he hated to admit it, he took advantage of it more often than not. Eva, however, was a pet and he wanted to keep her around, for numerous and wide-spread reasons, so he treated her in certain ways, even if he still charmed his way to her blood. As he reached her room, his knuckles rapped sharply against the door. “Eva?” he began, his voice always sporting that dark, sexy purr as he opened the door to her room. No one really bothered with modesty. Or at least, Derek never did. He was a very old vampire, and he’d seen what he needed to see. Merely watching a woman’s naked body could never get him going. After a couple of centuries, no female body ever really surprised you anymore. In fact, Derek hadn’t had sex in years; his body rarely stirred for anyone.

He smiled at her when he spotted her, closing the door behind him. She smelled so good, and he immediately felt his hunger growing just by being in the same room as her, and he knew his eyes had that slight glint of hunger in them. It was often mistaken for sexual hunger by humans, which was good, because his kind of hunger wasn’t quite as pleasant unless he chose for it to be. Which he more or less always did, releasing those toxins that made a feeding almost orgasmic to the human being fed on. Looking around, flowers were everywhere in her room, mostly orchids and roses, which Derek had gotten her. This time his gift was smaller, but much more expensive, not that that was an issue, considering how he made money by simply standing around. His little businesses more or less ran themselves by now. “Am I interrupting?” he added, his eyes landing on her once more. Not that he would leave if he was; a blood pet, or slave for that matter, should always be available. They were more or less paid to be. Which sounded so wrong, but it was true.




OOC note: It is 8 pm in the evening on the fourteenth of May. Also, the Forbearers have not yet moved onto the territory of the Fallen. Right now I'm letting each Coven have some calm interaction. Then the Forbearers move on after a slight time skip.

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Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Kaleigh Ann Character Portrait: Scarlett Wilsten Character Portrait: Kristof Allucius Character Portrait: Oliver Alexander Character Portrait: Dmitri Deon
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Helena the Bloody


As Helena waited, the sounds of their current house told her all she needed to know, even as Kaleigh called out that she was on her way. Already Dmitri was moving from his room, the sound of his guitar having ended abruptly, and soon Helena heard Kaleigh shuffling her way out of her room too. Her unseeing eyes were alight with sadistic glee at the plans she had in mind. Scarlett was in the bathroom, showering, and the scent of Oliver was getting stronger by the second. Hmm, someone was on his way home… bloody. She tapper her right cheek in thought with that realization. She knew he was going through human in this town faster than any of them, and though she adored the way he would viciously rip through his victims, the numbers were starting to catch her attention. And the fact that he hadn’t washed off before coming home? Well, that was never a good sign. She could smell his panic, and she bared her fangs in response just as Kaleigh and Dmitri made it into the livingroom. Immediately she snapped back into the moment, her smile back.

She loved all the different little responses she could scent on Kaleigh, and oh, she would have Dmitri angry and desperate soon enough. Dmitri was in the doorway as Kaleigh moved to sit on the couch, her gaze moving to Helena once in a while. She didn’t herself know how she saw so well without her sight. All she could say was that the rest of her senses had taken over in every way. Her ears and nose went a long way in telling her what went on around her, and speaking of which, Oliver burst into the house in that moment. Helena remained silent, knowing her humans would stay put and her red eyes directed themselves at Oliver, letting him know she acknowledged his homecoming, but she did so silently. The vampire wasn’t quite sure whether she was more angry or amused with Oliver, and she needed Kristof here to take care of these little things. She hummed a little tune as Oliver went upstairs, and soon Scarlett was getting out of her shower. Helena growled, the sound feminine yet threatening at the same time.

“Basement,” she told Kaleigh and Dmitri. They would know this was an order to go there, and she was no longer in the mood to be nice. The basement held all of her little… toys. They’d broken a lot of bones on Kaleigh in the past, but Helena always healed her with vampire blood afterwards… then took good care of her. Most of the time, the redhead’s moodswings were so extreme she couldn’t keep track of them herself. As soon as the word left her lips, she was between Oliver and Scarlet, her front towards the male, her movement so quick it was nothing but a blur. Her hand moved suddenly to clasp Oliver’s neck, nails digging into the skin which was impenetrable to most things, but not her. Her red eyes had a vicious, evil glint in them as she completely ignored Scarlett, her superior strength keeping Oliver in place. “What did you do, dearie?” She asked Oliver in a deceptively sweet sing-song voice, her nails digging deeper. Right now she was tempted to rip off his head, she was that pissed off.

Helena was not in the mood to clean up Oliver’s mess, which usually meant she wouldn’t, because such was the way of Helena the Bloody; she followed her own wants and urges, not those of others. “Because I think the puppy misbehaved… and you know what I do to little puppies who misbehave.” In an instant then, she suddenly let go of him, a grand smile on her face as she licked his blood off of her nails, and before he even got to properly reply, she chirped “clean up your mess, little puppy, or there will be no sweets for you.” And off she was, shoving Dmitri and Kaleigh the rest of the way into the basement, closing and locking the door behind her. She was suddenly happy, her issues with Oliver promptly forgotten. It would all come back to her in a little while, but for now her focus had shifted onto something much more fun!

She grinned at them as she reached behind her to tie her hair in a ponytail, her voice calm and instructive as she told Dmitri “go sit in that chair over there,” and gestured towards a wooden chair in the corner of the basement. On each side of the chair, iron hooks had been recently installed. She seat had a perfect view of everything in the room. Especially the metallic, long table in the middle. On it were chains of different varieties attached and above it, a mirror was situated so that her victim would be able to watch itself. Sometimes, though, that wasn’t her goal, and she would turn it around so that only the wooden side could be seen. On one wall, a huge metal grating had been put up, little spikes in every place the rows of metal met each other. Next to it hung several different whips and beneath, a drawer was situated. This contained all of Helena’s small knives, scissors, simple cuffs and the like.

By the other wall, a line of shelves had been hung and on it were what looked to be medieval torture instruments like the Pear of Anguish, the Spanish Tickler, the Thumbscrew, Crocodile Shears and so forth. Helena didn’t often use her older torture devices as they had lost their magic a while ago to her, but if she was really serious about hurting someone, in terms of revenge, they would be taken into use. She’d never used any of them on Kaleigh as she tended to… want to actually keep her alive and not die from bloodloss. At the end wall, Helena had an older torture device called the rack, placed. It was a fun one, although she usually wanted to be a little more hands on with her victims. Mostly they were all displayed to cause fear, and they did. The sight of these things usually brought on a bout of panic which was always amusing to watch. Helena’s red eyes turned to Kaleigh. “Clothes off, little bird,” she told her, that sliver of sadistic glee back in her voice. She was getting back into the mood.

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Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Kaleigh Ann Character Portrait: Scarlett Wilsten Character Portrait: Roxanne Tataeu Character Portrait: Kristof Allucius Character Portrait: Dmitri Deon Character Portrait: Lucan Norvel
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The brunette, the redhead, or the blonde? It was hard to pick because they all looked so beautiful and smelled so delicious. He could be a glutton and take them all home. His friends would love that he brought home snacks. He would save the very best for Helena. But which would she prefer more? The one that scares easy? The brave one that would fight back? Or the one that tasted the best? Maybe she'd play a game. Have him let them take off into the woods so they could all play cat and mouse. Helena loved to play cat and mouse.

He finally decided that he might try to woo them all. And why not? It would be far too easy considering how American women would swoon at small things. Such as the slightest hint of a foreign accent. British, Irish, Scottish, and heavy Hispanic seemed to be the newest trends. He had witnessed swarms of women simply fall over themselves trying to be the one on the arm of The Foreign Man. It was absolutely pathetic and rather shallow. But then again, he was rather used to shallow considering the company he had been keeping for the past couple of centuries or so.

He watched as they sat in their little group, whispering among each other, placing bets on who could get them back home and into their bed first. How sad that whores grouped together as such and turned such an act of intimacy into sport and game. Show some pride! he thought to himself. Kristof wasn't runner-up for the Nicest Guy in the World Award but he did have some standards. He never did have a taste for harlots – Not even in his before-death life. He was always a one-woman man. Well. Now he was Helena's. Though she didn't know just how much.

Running fingers through his hair, he flashed a grin to the women. He wanted to vomit in his mouth at the obscene gestures being made by the redhead. What had happened to the human race? Resisting shaking his head, he moved away from the bar and headed for the women. Their whispers died to a hush as he drew closer. They instead resorted to fawning over his appearance. He was wearing a white tank top and a pair of Sean Jean denims with black DC shoes. He was feeling pretty bored and lazy when he woke up, but the pride that rippled through his body accompanied by the dark stubble that he allowed upon his face.

He finally came to a stop and perched upon their table. He didn't touch any of them and he wasn't going to. If it had not already been made obvious, Kristof wasn't a fan of humans. They were weak, vain, and trashy. They were food and absolutely nothing else. Sometimes they were toys. But that's exactly it. They were objects not worth the affection or praises of the beings higher than them. He laughed at the humans that thought themselves worthy to share a bed with creatures of the night and wanted to vomit when said creatures actually did share a bed with them.

“So, big boy. What'cha sippin' on?” The brunette was an African American woman who's hair framed her face in thick curls and didn't extend past her shoulders. Kristof gave a shrug and a smile. “You tell me. You girls have been staring at me rather hard for quite some time.” His accent was heavily Italian, forcing the girls to choke down squeals, though he was drowning in the scent of their...moisture. He growled under his breath, though it was audible enough for them to hear. Instead of being frightened or even a bit weirded out, they simply moved closer, batting fake thick lashes in an attempt to get ahead in their 'race'.

“Well. A friend of mine makes a killer 4 Horsemen. Jack, Johnnie, Jose, and Jim mixed together. You ever had one?” He started out slow with idle conversation. The redhead was closest to him and had rested her hand on his knee. “Oh wow. That sounds really strong. I've never had one.” She smiled. Jersey accent. She had an irritating tan that looked almost orange, her lipstick was too red, and her hair was so big he had no doubt that it could house at least three families of birds and rent out a single room for a bachelor. But he winked at her despite it all. “It is. If you guys are down for a party...” He didn't have to finish because they were already grabbing their clutches and waiting for him to lead the way.

While a challenge thrilled him, being lazy and taking the easy snacks provided him with more idle time to spend trying to please Helena. Thinking of how submissive the woman made him without even trying made him sick. But he couldn't help it and he really wasn't sure whether or not he minded. He drove his old Chevy pickup truck quickly, contemplating the thought. There wasn't enough room for all of the girls in the front of his truck, so they had fought over who would sit in his lap. In the end, the blonde beat the others in a game of rock, paper, scissors.

“Pathetic.” He had muttered to himself.

“What was that?” The blonde glanced at him with a light smile. She was a Washington native. That much he had picked up from her nonstop yammering on and on about her life story. Abusive parents, always dated losers, hoped to settle down and marry soon. All before she turned twenty-four. He didn't see what the rush was these days when it came to settling down. What happened to taking it slow? Maybe taking it slow was an easier feat for him because he had forever.

“We're here.” He smiled, nodding to the house that they were coming up on. No matter where they went, they always lived away from town and near the forest. It was easier for them to carry out their daily activities this way, plus nobody could hear their helpless victims screaming for at least five miles. Which was always great for their little...games. Plus it kept them out of the eyes of nosy neighbors. They liked to bring their snacks home sometimes so they could share and it was never a good thing when neighbors decided to point out that they last saw the victim with them. Investigations had gotten a lot more thorough over time. He remembered when you could kill someone and if the killer wasn't found within three days, the law said fuck it.

He and the girls scrambled out of the car and up to the house where he let them in and locked the door behind him. “I thought you said there was going to be a party. Are we early or something?” The brunette turned around and popped up her left hip, doing that weird head bob that seemed to be popular. Back in the nineties.

“Oh no. We're just in time. In fact – You're all the guests of honor.” He smirked and cracked his knuckles. “Honey, I'm home.” He didn't bother to call out, knowing Helena would have already smelt and heard him coming at least five minutes ago. He had been gone for two days, letting out some vampire that she had a quarrel with and locked up some time ago in a cave. She had starved him for a while. She didn't give him the specifics because he didn't need them. All he knew was that after they finished hunting down and tearing these girls apart, he was going to play his own hunting game with Helena. He smirked to himself, shivering at the thought of hearing her scream for him again. Feeling her raking her nails down his back and tearing into his flesh.

Another shiver ran down his spine as he inhaled deeply, Helena's scent intoxicating him in a way that no human's blood ever could. His body stirred some as he opened up his eyes. The girls were trying to escape. Oh – So they were playing inside the house? Were they hoping that it'd play out like in the horror movies? They'd sneak around the house and hide in closets with a knife and then barely escape with their lives after some weird accident kills the killer? Oh, Helena was going to love this. Helena loved when they fought back. Whatever got her more riled up, the better. He watched as they ran towards the kitchen. He just stood there. He listened. They fumbled around looking for knives. One of them cut herself – Ooh! O positive. Helena's favorite. His fangs slid out as a menacing grin etched itself across his lips.






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There she was, sitting across the bar in the heavily crowded club. A woman of great beauty; she had hair as dark as a raven's wings that cascaded down her body in thick curls and framed the delicate features of her face. Her skin was ivory like the porcelain mini-statues he kept on a shelf in his room. And her body! Good lord, her body! She had curves in all the right places. She looked over at him with bright green eyes and offered a shy smile. The Irishman grinned back and adjusted the lapels on his new Gucci suit before moving away the area of the bar that he had taken occupancy of only a few hours ago.

“Can 'ah buy you a drink, miss?” Lucan flashed her a winning smile and smirked inwardly as she openly swooned at his accent. American women...American humans were so easy to captivate. So long as you possessed a foreign accent, they would rob a bank at the snap of one's fingers. It was highly amusing to the vampire. "I'll take a Jack and Coke. As long as you're buying." She tried her best to purr out a faux hispanic accent but she failed miserably. He didn't show his absolute disgust and instead contorted his face as though she had just spoken the most fascinating thing he had ever heard in his life.

The woman was so easy to manipulate that it almost made him sad. Where was the challenge? But his boredom did not once show on his face as he continued to woo her at the bar before escorting her to the dance floor where he went a few rounds with her. Women these days had absolutely no sense of class. They thought they'd find husband material by wearing tight-fitting clothes that were a size and a half too small and then grinding their junk on them. And they wondered why so many of them were raped outside of bars. That was like teasing a lion and then wondering why the lion tore off your arm.

The woman came alone to the crowded club, having just got out of a fight with her roommates. She was just looking to have some fun and find someone special. She had a good feeling about tonight.

Why wouldn't she be able to find Mister Right in a club? Her sister got married that way. But her sister was also abused daily. But that could never happen to her, oh no! And Lucan was such a gentleman and so sexy. Nothing could go wrong with him, she thought as she danced with him, feeling safe wrapped in his arms as he whispered romantic sweet nothings into her ear.

By seven-thirty, he was on his way to a hotel room with her. She offered to take him back to her place, but that meant neighbors. And roommates. People who would see his face. When she turned up missing, they would all look at him. He hated investigations. People of this century were so thorough. No. Instead, he offered her a motel room where she wouldn't need to worry about her roommates knocking on the door, asking them to be quiet. For he assured her that he would have her screaming. That it would hurt so good that she'd be begging him to stop. They had both grinned about it, though he had smiled for much darker reasons.

“It isn't the nicest place that I've been taken to. But you're well worth it. You're so charming. So sexy.” She giggled in an annoying way. pulling him by the tie into the motel room when they had arrived. He hated that. When a woman was attractive but then opened up her mouth and everything about her was annoying and fake. He also hated when people tugged on his clothes. He paid far too much for his clothes for the threads to be ruined by easy whores tugging on them in an attempt to be sexy. Lucan simply grinned and shut the door behind him.

The woman, who's name he had learned was Shaunee. was attempting a sexy dance while removing her clothes. He sat on the edge of the small, single bed and watched. “Dance slow. Like I'm the last man you'll ever please.” She paused with wide eyes, interpreting it as “If tonight is completely perfect, then I'm your new husband.” Though his meaning was far darker than she could imagine. He found the way she wound her body, dipping low and grinding her derriere on the floor rather...disgusting. He couldn't be any less aroused if he was watching a fat midget make love to a donkey. In fact, he thought that he may have found that more arousing.

Maybe that was being a little over dramatic, but the point was made.

The woman was atrocious. As she began to strip, he finally found something about her worth getting aroused for. Her body was perfection. And his great eye-sight enabled him to see that it was all natural. He loved natural bodies far more than those fake ones women got nowadays. Going to doctors to have fat sucked out of them and then put back in for curves. Having silicone shoved into their breasts. Ugh - Laziness is what it was. He loved a woman that kept up with herself through natural means. Dieting, exercise, and those such things. It seemed that this woman kept a rather rigorous work out. “I'm a personal trainer.” She smirked, as though reading his mind. She had stripped down to thong and heels, just about to take off her heels. “No. Leave the heels.” He murmured, unbuttoning his jacket and shirt, sliding them off of his body. She grinned and continued to dance, letting him undress. It didn't take him long to get nude.

Lucan wasn't a very buff man. He didn't have bulging biceps or a six-pack. Hell, he didn't even have a four-pack. He looked as though he hadn't seen a decent meal in three months, really. He was a sickly man before he was turned and his body was frozen to be forever so and she was not pleased. “Uh, no hunny. I don't think so.” Her face contorted some and she dropped her arms, standing up straight. “Look, honey. You packin' and everything.” She gestured to his hardened member. “But you really ain't gettin' with me lookin' like that.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder and bent over to gather up her clothes, intending to leave.

Lucan sighed and came up behind her. using his strength to hold her gently, brushing his lips against her neck as he whispered, manipulating her. “Give me a chance to provide you with a nigh' you'll nae forget soon. My body is this way from cancer. I want to enjoy my last days with a beautiful woman.” The woman melted into his accent again and with such great length pressing against her, she couldn't resist. “You're pretty strong for such a scrawny man.” She mumbled as he turned her around. He smirked and soon had her in his arms mounted on the wall.

He always made sure that his meal enjoyed their last few minutes of life. He loved the scent a woman exuded when in heat and the way her heart would race with each passing moment. Nothing could beat that rush. But what was even better was experiencing it all and drink from them at the same time. Draining them of their sweet life force. Plus, he preferred screams of ecstasy over screams of pain.

His fangs slid out in that way that they did, slowly sinking into her, leaving various marks along her arms, chest, and neck before settling just over her heart. She was crying out in ecstasy as he released a Toxin into her that would send into a frenzy of pleasure as he drained her to death. “You're seriously into some kinky shit!” She gasped out, clawing at his back in response.

He himself had to muffle a groan as her sweet life blood began to flow into his mouth. It was warm and oh-so-sweet! She soon began to realize that she was growing weak and it wasn't from being tired. It wasn't from the sex. She realized what was happening and tried to struggle but the pleasure was too much. She begged for more. She begged him to stop. And then she begged for more again. She didn't know what to do.

But Lucan did. He kept feeding. On and on and on he went. He didn't stop until her body no longer moved and her heart no longer beat. He sighed, pleased with his meal. Then he frowned. There was a funky aftertaste that he was none too pleased with: Steroids. He threw her body away from his and proceeded to clean up. He showered and got dressed in no time. There wasn't even a single spot of blood on the floor. He had lapped it all up. He sighed and hoisted her body over his shoulder.

The ride back to the house was long and irritating. He had stopped to dispose of the body by feeding it to the wolves deep in the forest. Since they had been in Washington, he had been feeding them the bodies of all of his victims. He had even come to consider them to be pets. They'd come around the house sometimes. He had a couple of pups in his room, even. But he always kept the head, the shoes, the clothes, and the accessories. One thing that was easily noticed about his victims was that they wore designer clothes, new jewelry, and were all the same size as Roxanne.

He pulled up to the house, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. Helena was home...Oliver. Scarlet. Dmitri. Kaleigh. Kristof was finally home. But no Roxanne. He began to frown until three other scents wafted under his nose. Three women. No doubt Kristof had brought Helena some snacks. Or maybe they were all going to play cat and mouse. Shrugging, he got out of his cherry red 2012 Chevy Impala and ran straight to the house.

He knew the front door would be locked, so he instead scaled a nearby tree that extended up to his bedroom window. Inside his bedroom was pretty classy. Everything was designer from the sheets on his bed to the clothes hanging on racks. His room was actually pretty huge – Second only to Helena's. Only to accommodate all of his shoes and outfits and paintings and other little collectables.

He was greeted by cute little barks and two wolf pups jumping on his legs. “Heya loves. Don't worry, dinner's comin'.” He smiled and crouched down, scratching behind their ears as the wagged their tails happily to the familiar Irish accent.




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Dmitri refused to so much as look at Helena simply because he did not care to grace her with his gaze. He didn't look at Kaleigh out of respect. When Helena touched him, he wanted to haul off and slap her. But he simply tensed his body. Her cheek pressed against his was almost too much to bear, but he stood...or sat his ground. He had been put through a lot of things by every vampire in the house. From having his limbs slowly broken to slowly bleeding out from several cuts. He had even been forced to play in their cat and mouse games. He didn't mind much after he thought about it – With him as their punching bag, Kaleigh and Scarlet were generally safe.

He didn't really like Scarlet. He thought that she was a deranged idiot. But chivalry was one of his better qualities. Even if it was incognito. He mostly put up with the abuse for Kaleigh, though. There were times before when he would see Helena in a bad mood and headed for Kaleigh that he would distract her by acting out. Maybe that's what this was all about. Maybe she knew. Great – That's all he needed; her to find a weakness. But he was still hopeful that Kaleigh would be able to convince Helena to keep him for her. Did she care for him enough to try that?

He was torn from his thoughts by Helena's voice. Her threat made him literally turn stark white. He was having trouble believing what he was hearing, thinking that maybe he had heard wrong. But here he was being forced and bound by chains to look upon Kaleigh. He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't. He could never do anything knowing that it would hurt Kaleigh. He did all that he could to protect her. And Helena knew it now. He watched unwillingly as Helena moved to Kaleigh and stripped her down fully. He wanted to close his eyes, but he knew he couldn't.

His eyes locked onto Kaleigh's, pleading for her forgiveness. He never meant for this to happen and he could only blame himself. He should have kept his head down. But he couldn't! He couldn't help but to fall for the beautiful redhead. She was just so sweet and kind. It broke him down to see her in any sort of pain. Right now he only wished he could break from the chains that bound him and sweep her up into his arms. He wanted to brush away the tears and tell her that it was all going to be okay. That they'd escape one day. But he couldn't. He could only watch and feel so helpless that it was almost pathetic.





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Helena smiled to herself when Kaleigh shrieked loudly, the sound ringing her ears. It was a sound of embarrassment, not pain, but it would do for now. Besides, she could feel Dmitri’s gaze pointed towards the two of them, and that alone told her exactly what she needed to know. Had it just been himself, Dmitri would have remained defiant, spitting venomous words instead of complying. Oh, this was a lovely little bit of information, wasn’t it? As she was about to move towards Kaleigh with the intention of forcing her onto her legs, however, she straightened entirely, closing her eyes. She thought she’d caught a whiff of her beloved Kristof, and she soon found that was exactly what she had.

It was still vague, but it was there, and it caused another kind of smile to brighten her face; one of excitement and joy. She had missed her companion unbearably and to have him back would entirely cure her of the boredom still guiding her actions. Her grin widened when she then detected humans with him. Aw, thoughtful puppy, wasn’t he? She had yet to be able to distinct them properly but it wouldn’t be long. In the meantime, feeling giddy with this news, the redhead moved, her legs taking her to Kaleigh with vampiric speed, and she grabbed one of the girl’s arms, yanking her up forcefully before lifting her up in one smooth movement.

Helena put Kaleigh on the metal table easily, starting to hum the tune of Prokofiev’s "Montagues And Capulets", voice lyrical and pure as she methodically chained up the girl, not really paying attention to her words or reactions, instead her nose and ears were busy keeping track of Kristof and his three girls. An O positive – Kristof got the good ones -, an O negative, it seemed, and a single A positive. Hmm. Oliver wasn’t home, but he would be soon enough, even if she didn’t think him deserving of another meal. Honestly, however, the scent of Kristof himself was what had her riled up the most. Their attraction had been instant. As soon as she had turned him, electricity had sparked between them, and it hadn’t stopped since. Instead, it had only gotten all the more intense with their many years together.

Once she had secured Kaleigh on the cold, metal surface, heavy, spiked chains artfully draped and wrapped on her body, the small spikes boring into her skin, deep enough to pierce skin and draw blood, but not violently so. Instead, every one of them had barely a trickle of the red life force. It would hurt one hell of a lot should she move, however, because they would only go deeper. Her smile broadened, satisfied with her work as she stopped humming her former tune, replacing it with the oddly calming work of James Newton Howard in “The Gravel Road”. It was an odd combination, considering Helena’s actions as she got out a small knife, not speaking a word as she, smiling, put the tip right above Kaleigh’s navel, slowly cutting a skin-piercing pattern all over her torso.

It was painful, yes, but what Helena had in mind would be even more so, so right now all she was doing was… in preparation, which showed in her lack of reaction to anything Kaleigh or Dmitri did right now; she was focused on her task, and on making it as artful as possible, in spite of the fact that she couldn’t actually see it. She registered Kristof speaking to the girls outside, but she had yet to finish with her work, and so she kept going, only just finishing when the scent of another’s O positive caught her attention. Her head snapped up then, a grin spreading on her face. That’s right! Kristof was home! With guests!! By now, Kaleigh’s upper body was a beautiful, albeit morbid, pattern of shallow cuts.

Giddy with excitement all of a sudden, Helena dropped the knife in her hand, leaving it bloody on the floor, and Kaleigh bloody on her metal table, Dmitri still tied to his chair and she leaped up the stairs, her movement a blur as she pounced on Kristof, her slender arms wrapped tightly around his neck in a moment, pushing him against the nearest wall, which groaned with the force. She grinned up at him, her lips then brushing kisses up his jaw. “Mmm,” she purred, before nibbling on his ear, nicking it slightly, but she licked away the drop of blood that surfaced slowly. “You’re home!” she exclaimed then, excitement clear in her voice.

Then she turned her unseeing eyes towards the kitchen, the source of noise, before she grinned slowly, a wolfish grin; one of a predator. “And you brought playthings,” she added, very pleased with him, Kaleigh and Dmitri completely forgotten, arms still around her favorite vampire. She had missed his touch. Missed his scent. The sound of his voice. But yes, most of all, the feeling of Kristof was… amazing.

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Her fingers gracefully and speedily traced over the keyboard, pressing the black and white keys in perfect rhythm. Repeating just what she had heard; imagining the music printed out in her mind. She was completely immersed in the song within moments, spurts of emotion and color crafting the song into her own. For a couple of minutes she felt completely safe, unnoticed, and herself. Playing the piano had this effect on her; Scarlett’s mind was completely numb in concentration. It wandered in some kind of blank paradise while producing and mimicking remarkable pieces of music. Her body flowed with the music, bobbing with each downbeat. The romantic piece grasped her, and she was gone.

The rising intensity in the song made her tense, and a feeling of company interrupted her. She ignored the sensation at first, thinking that this was only in her mind. No one really paid much attention to her in the house, and it was unlikely that someone would stop completely to listen to her classical playing.

Unable to stand the feeling any longer she stopped. Scarlett turned around to see only a glimpse of movement in the doorway, leaving it completely hollow. She stood up and followed her curiosity to the hallway. No one. Not even a footstep. It was just nerves. Scar had to convince herself of that. She rolled her eyes in spite of herself, and a chuckle escaped her pink lips before sitting back down at the piano. The rest of the song came easily, settling down into whimsical array of scales.

Then she finished, and in one of her rare moments Scarlett was proud of what she had just done. Silence engulfed her as her fingers brushed over the keys, feeling the smooth and well loved ivory. A clatter of noise from downstairs brought her to her feet; curiosity drug her to the scene in the kitchen. One step into the battle zone and already there was a knife thrown at her. Just in the knick of time she was able to dodge the thing aimed right toward her head.

“What are you-?!”

When she realized it was none of of those she lived with Scar froze. Aw, yes. Guests. Scarlett knew the drill. Without another word she left the three women. Kristof was in the main room, she hadn’t even noticed him until she was leaving. Taking no time to apologize or even greet him, she scurried on.

Scarlett didn’t want to see what was going to happen next, she could envision it just fine. And she most definitely didn’t want to be apart of it. Hibernating in her room was the plan. Maybe she would even go to sleep. Who knew, it was dark out and there was no better way to ignore the world than by sleeping.

Upstairs was much more tame. Only a couple of thuds and bumps from Lucan’s room. He was home. Finally. She felt so weirdly secluded without either him or Oliver around. Mostly because the other vampires hadn’t really taken a liking to her. Might as well pop in before settling; she cracked his door open just enough for her to slide in.

“Welcome back, lover boy.” Scarlett grinned her award winning smile towards him, hoping that he was a better mood than Oliver had been.

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Lucan had arrived and took his window into the home. He smelled like he had just finished a meal. But he could be a bit of a glutton sometimes. No doubt he'd share his meal with the mouthy Frenchie when she came around. But neither of those two were of Kristof's concern. He glanced over as Scarlet came downstairs only to have a knife hurled at her. A smirk crossed his face as she dodged it. Though he thought it would have been funner if she would have gotten hit. But then poor Oliver would have been upset. Again – He didn't care.

He didn't have to wait long for the reaction he wanted, for he soon found Helena's arms wrapped around him and his body pinned against the wall. His smirk turned into a smile as his own powerful arms wrapped around her slender body and he buried his face in her hair. He inhaled just as she did, taking in her scent. Helena's scent was far more intoxicating than any blood ever could be. While blood aroused his hunger, her scent aroused...him. He let his fingers press into her sides as he held her close, brushing his fangs against her neck.

“I assume that this means you missed me.” His trademark smirk returned as he pressed his forehead against hers. He hated to have been away from her, even if it was only for two days. It was two days too long. He moved his left hand over her body, slowly tracing up each curve, cherishing each one before he cupped her face. “I thought that you'd like to go out for dinner. But then I thought better and decided to bring home some takeout.” He dipped his head down to the much shorter woman's, capturing her lips in a ravenous kiss. He loved that privilege. Of touching her. Whenever he wanted. Wherever he wanted. That was something that was allowed for him and only him. Helena was his. And...well he was hers. Even though he'd never tell her so.

He nicked her bottom lip with a single fang, gently sucking the blood that rose up from the tender pink flesh. He was both enjoying his little welcome home committee while also giving the girls a little head start on arming themselves and hiding. He was hoping that they'd get outside – It was a lot more fun chasing them through the woods. But they were so slow that the games didn't last very long. That's why he preferred his games to be with Helena. The rewards were so much sweeter. Both metaphorically and literally. He lifted his head some as he heard the backdoor open. They were escaping, making him smile. “You know. We could get a round in while they start running...” He grabbed her by the thighs and hoisted her up around his waist. The wall damn near cracked with the force he put into it when he spun around and slammed her against it.

“But. I so love to make you wait.” He snickered, putting his forehead against hers again. His nose went to the air for a moment as he finally registered the scent of blood. And a lot of it. It wasn't from any of the girls he had brought home... “Oliver's been an idiot again, hasn't he?” He growled, tightening his grip on Helena. He had respect for Oliver's ability to fight, but he didn't like the way the man went apeshit while feeding. He left a trail. And Kristof doesn't like trails. Especially those leading back to himself or Helena.






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“Kaleigh...” He forced the tears threatening to fall to stay back – He couldn't let Kaleigh see him cry. He watched in utter horror as Helena restrained Kaleigh and began to carve into her skin. He struggled against the chains, wanting nothing more than to beat the living shit out of Helena. Even if it killed him. “Stop...Stop it!” His voice was hoarse as he leaned forward, the chains pressing into him. Helena seemed off in her own little world now, enjoying her la-la land. But it was over soon as she dashed off upstairs.

Dmitri slumped as much as his body would allow, grinding his teeth together. He sat in silence for a few minutes before slowly parting dry lips. “I...I'm sorry, Kal...” His voice was cracked and the pitch hinted that he might actually be crying. He was. Small rivulets trickled down his face, dripping from his chin. “This is my fault. I never meant for this to happen to you...God. Please forgive me.” He had diverted his eyes elsewhere, but he found them drifting back to her. He refused to look at her body, keeping them locked onto her face.

“If she kills me. Promise me that you won't do anything stupid.” His voice had grown serious, though still a bit cracked. “Just promise me that....Okay...love?” He kept his composure as best as he could. He was mentally bracing himself for Helena to come back with Kristof. He knew that the Sicilian was back. That was pretty much the only thing that could get Helena to stop her games. Even if only for a little while.






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Adonis was busy brooding upstairs. He had the guitar that Alessa had bought him when he first arrived, playing absolute nonsense. He wasn't even sure if it was a melody. His fingers weren't dancing across the strings, they were just...strumming. He didn't want to talk to anyone and he didn't want to see anyone. He had turned off all the lights in his room and shut the curtain over the small, circular window. He wanted to be alone in the dark to brood. Immature as it may be, that's what he wanted.

“Eu sou tão idiota de merda. Claro Alessa não queria me beijar. Ela é uma vampira. Eu sou um ser humano. Ela não vai querer alguém que acabou de morrer em mais 80 anos. Ela não quer alguém que vai olhar como um homem velho em mais dez ou vinte anos. Não significa que não pode ainda tentar.” He was muttering to himself in Portuguese, glaring in the dark at the floor. He loved Alessa. Not the idea of her. Not that she was a vampire. Not that she was gorgeous. He loved her. He hated that he couldn't know as much about her as he wanted to, but he still loved her.

As much as he thought it to be a secret, he wasn't exactly familiar with the vampires' ability to pretty much smell emotion and hear every change in the human body. He didn't know that every time Alessa so much as smiled in his direction his heart would literally skip three beats. He didn't know that when she accidentally brushed against him, he held his breath and reeked of want and need. He didn't know that every night they could hear his whispered prayers that Alessa would one day love him.

No. He didn't know.

He was drawn from his brooding by the knocking and voice of Annabelle. He frowned. Not because he didn't like Annabelle, but because he wanted to be alone. But what would a little company hurt? It wasn't like he could say no. She'd probably kick down the door if he did. Sighing, he set down his guitar on his bed as carefully as possible and eased over to the door. He pulled it open just enough for him to peek out with one eye. “O que você quer?”






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Lucan had already removed his shirt and was searching through his closet, aided only by the dim light of the moon shining through the branches and a candle lit on his nightstand. He settled for a plain t-shirt, knowing that he might just go ahead and play the game with the others. He didn't want to bloody up any of his outfits. He had just pulled it over his head when Scarlet had slipped in. She was promptly greeted by Pierre and Adelaide, as Roxanne named the two wolf pups, growling and snapping at her feet; Lucan found it funny that they didn't like females besides Roxanne.

“If we keep you alive long enough for you to see them hit their teenage years, I won't stop them from tearing you apart when you let yourself into my private quarters.” He moved towards the door, blocking her from entering any further. “Pierre, Adelaide. Va te coucher et attendre pour la nourriture.” Roxanne had taught him French years ago and that was the language he spoke when speaking to both her and his pups. He watched as they whined with tails between their hind legs, scampering off to their little plush bed.

Lucan then turned his ruby gaze to Scarlet. It wasn't that he didn't like her – She was alright enough for a human. But she was strange. And he thought she was stupid. But Lucan really didn't think highly of any humans. Scarlet might be his second favorite of the humans that were in the house with them. Dmitri had been around much longer and Lucan admired the man's strength and endurance. He wasn't half-bad for a human. But Scarlet was still Scarlet – She was a tasty treat and he didn't mind the conversation either.

He regarded her with a lifted brow before moving some so that she could come in further. “Need something, I presume.” He canted his head, speaking with his usual Irish lull.

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When Kristof’s fangs brushed against the skin of Helena’s neck, her eyes automatically slid close, a soft purr emitting from her throat. She loved the way he held her; so firm and dominant, forceful almost. Helena craved it just as much as she needed control in the basement. Although she was 400-some years older than Kristof, he had always been strong for his age, and well, she always let him dominate her like this, because she loved it, and so did he. Kristof, even as a human, had been an exceedingly dominant figure, and it had not changed nor diminished with years, which was a joy, because Helena would have probably lost interest if he’d ever changed in that manner.

She grinned when he interpreted her correctly, and pressed his forehead against hers. Her eyelids slid up again, allowing him to see her fully blood-red eyes. Helena’s irises had looked to bleed over when her vision had started fading, and now they were… well, gone. She had the white like all others had, but her actual eyes were fully red, oftentimes glowing with one emotion or another. It was a wonder that though she saw nothing, her eyes were still highly expressive of her current emotion. Maybe that was because Helena’s blindness was not a natural one. In fact, she was the only vampire she’d ever heard of who’d gone blind.

Not that she particularly needed her sight, but she did miss looking at the people around her, Kristof especially. She remembered what he looked like clearly, but they were old memories. Centuries old, to be frank. When he began feeling her up, his hand wandering along her body, she smirked, wanting him badly already. “It seems the feeling’s mutual,” she murmured in Old Italian, his native Roman language. The two had a tendency to switch between languages all the time, although mostly English, Ancient Greek (as was her native language, which she had taught only him), and Old Italian.

Whenever they spoke of something no one else was to hear, things switched to Ancient Greek, a more or less lost language. Some could read it, but none could understand it when spoken. She giggled when he told her of his plans for food. “Aw, you know how much I like fastfood,” she purred, a grin on her face. However, the mood change almost suddenly from playful to intense when he kissed her, his mouth demanding, craving and taking exactly what it wanted from her. She gave in, her body his to command as she responded, lips working with his, letting him set the pace like always. It was an odd contrast, in reality. Then again, most things with Helena were odd contrasts.

She moaned lowly into his kiss when his fang made her blood available to him, her eyes rolling back. This was bliss, and in response, her nails dug into the back of his neck, the other hand pulling on his hair tightly, although it took quite a bit more to tear out the hair of a vampire than that of a human, fortunately, or both herself and Kristof would be bald by now. Even through the pleasure, Helena was highly aware of everything around her. The three females moving outside, the door slamming way too obviously behind them. She was glad. No hunting was really as fun inside. Generally humans were terribly slow, and so both she and Kristof let them run off.

It wasn’t like she couldn’t track them down in the fraction of a second anyway, and there was no one around for miles. Plus, she was busy as it was. But Kristof drew back, causing her to pout playfully at him. Soon, however, she was laughing with glee, slammed against the wall as she was now, she felt it groaning behind her. Her legs tightened around Kristof, as her laughter turned into an excited grin, her eyes alight with lust for him and him alone. Helena’s body was responding to Kristof’s like clockwork, not missing a beat, and she couldn’t help but feel expectations building. Sex was one of the few things Helena could always focus on, no matter how insane a period she was in. Maybe that was part of the draw; how clear her mind became.

“I’d say two,” she noted, tilting her head slightly to the side as she listened to the girls, their breathing pattern and their frantic discussions on which direction to go. They would divide soon enough… once they heard a wolf howling, or the like. She much preferred it that way, in fact. Rather three singles than one group. It was more fun playing with them like that, letting them hear each other screaming from afar, building the fear. “They’re rather out of shape. The adrenaline won’t last forever.” She let her tongue slide over an exposed fang, a wolfish grin again on her face. “And it’s much more fun to spike the fear back up again once they think they’re out of danger. They’ll be tired and frantic.”

She hissed at him suddenly when he spoke of making her wait, her nails digging deeper into his neck. She wasn’t angry, nor was she upset per se – in fact, again she was oddly aroused by his teasing – but she was frustrated. Helena wasn’t accustomed to going two days without sex, and she missed it. She could feel his attention shifting, though, and she tilted her head to the other side, listening, her senses working furiously to make up for her lacking sight. He was sniffing the air, she gathered instantly.

Then he growled, speaking of Oliver. The scent of the blood he had dragged home was still heavy in the air, but Kaleigh’s blood was mixing with it. The female vampire made a sound in the back of her throat, almost like a mixture between a growl and a hiss, at the reminder. Oliver had blissfully slipped her mind for a while, but now it all came rushing back. “Little puppies shouldn’t be allowed to roam free without supervision,” she replied coolly, which was basically Helena for “oh yeah.” She closed her eyes, burying her face in the crook of his neck, his scent calming her instantly. This was Kristof’s gift, even if he did nothing to acquire it; he could draw her back into reality simply by being near.

“He’s cleaning up his mess,” she purred then, back to calm, even if she knew Kristof would be furious with Oliver until he had gotten rid of the immediate anger in some way. On the subject of messes, Helena straightened as thoughts of Kaleigh and Dmitri caused a cruel smile to curl on her lips, her brain finally telling her that she had heard their conversation in the basement. Dmitri was crying, oh it was simply too good. “Oh, I heard a little bird singing,” she told him, changing the subject like only Helena could. “And she just helped me break our stubborn blood.” She grinned, victorious.

She didn’t even think of how weird her words were, or how they could be taken in a hundred different ways. Besides, Kristof had known her long enough to figure out what she was telling him. Mostly because these were things they had spoken of before. She shifted her attention to the girls, who were tiring themselves out. One had already been parted from the others. All she had to do was wait for the two remaining to lose each other. Then the games could begin.

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Of course he understood what she meant when referring to Oliver. He didn't like the man – He could fight, but Kristof just didn't like him. He was previously a Hunter, which was reason number one. The second reason was because he always made such a mess. He needed to let go of his 'conscious' and realize that he was simply higher up on the food chain now. If he were magically turned into lion, would he mourn and mope over the animals he slaughtered? He thought the boy to be naïve, crying over lost lives. Animals did not cry over their meals, so why should he? Kristof would often tease him and tell him that Lucan's pups had more sense in their heads than he.

Shaking his head, he looked into Helena's glittering, ruby, unseeing eyes. He hated that she couldn't see, though he did think that it furthered heightened her senses which pleased him to no ends. His least favorite thing about her blindness was that she could no longer see him, nor the trinkets that he would present her with. But he had noticed that since her sight had left her, she responded more to his voice, his scent, and his touch. Such as she was now. He pressed his cheek against her, letting his stubble graze her face some as he continued to inhale. He loved it when she spoke to him in Old Italian – It was his preferred language and he was appreciative that she accommodated him.

He then registered that Kaleigh's blood lingered in the air and there were voices coming from the basement. “Hm?” He glanced down at Helena, her cryptic words lingering in his thoughts until he realized what she meant. A light smirk cross his features and he chuckled. Dmitri had lasted longer than any human ever had with them. But he was human and Kristof really didn't think much of him – Although he did rather admire the man's endurance. He had never known a human to be so resilient when dealing with Fallen. He couldn't could on both hands how many times he had broken the boy's legs for running away. But he kept trying. He was stupid. But strong. For a human.

But he was still nothing but food.

He loved how the redhead and the architect thought their love to be a secret. Humans never did realize just how good the vampires' senses were. That they could smell each and every one of their emotions. That they could hear everything said around them, even the smallest whispers. From Kaleigh and Dmitri's 'secret' conversations to Scarlet's piano playing. None of the toys had secrets. It was a hoot that they thought they did. It was even funnier to play along as though they knew nothing, waiting to use the information for later advantage.

Sighing, he listened as the girls began to break up. Only one had left the group so far; the redhead from Jersey. Her name was Tina. The abused blonde, Kelsey, was sticking with her African American friend from Detroit, L'nae. He shook his head before dipping it down to Helena's lips again, his kiss more ravenous than the last. He littered her with bites upon her lips, her cheek, down to her neck and down against her breasts, lapping up the blood at each turn as he molded her body forcefully to accommodate his wants. His lust grew as he finally rested upon her neck, sinking his fangs in fully and drinking deeply from her with a groan. No-one would care if he went a round – or two, as Helena demanded – downstairs. As far as he was concerned, it wasn't their place to say that he couldn't or even shouldn't.

While the girls ran, he let his fun begin.

They were going to need to have the dining room and living room redone.

Again.





OOC:Posts for Lucan will be up later!

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When her vampire chuckled in response to her words of Kaleigh and Dmitri, it was a clear message that he had understood her, not that she was surprised. Kristof always understood her. Even when she hardly made sense to herself. She grinned, satisfied with his reaction. This was why Kristof had been perfect for her. Not the sex, not the good looks, nor the devotion… but the cruel, violent, unrelenting side to him. Even as a human, he had torn into his enemies with viciousness rivaled only by her own. She had loved watching him; simply looking on from the shadows as he hacked and swayed, his technique impeccable. He was the most magnificent human warrior she had ever laid eyes on.

However, as Kristof then sighed, Helena’ face whipped up, her unseeing eyes on his face instantly. It was most likely more of a habit than anything, though, because really, she could be directing them anywhere and it wouldn’t matter one bit. Well, that, or maybe she did it for Kristof’s benefit, although that would be exceptionally unselfish of her, and most wouldn’t consider her the type. Maybe Kristof was different. Well, that much was a given, but no one knew how much. Not even Helena herself. She had no clue how important the male was to her sanity and generally… life. But he was. Important, that is. More than anyone, Kristof was the thing she could not exist without.

Not anymore, anyway. He had grown too close to her, and she depended on him too much, which was probably why two days without him was like an eternity to her, which was funny, because she sorta had lived an eternity. She realized how much she needed him when he wasn’t there, but then promptly disregarded it when he was back, because hey, would never leave her. She felt secure in that belief. They were the perfect fit, always had been. Well, once he had been properly introduced into life as a vampire, as it was.

Before Helena had decided to say something, Kristof shook his head… and then his lips were on her, scorching her cool skin, his hands clasping her hard enough to break bones had she been human. She moaned into the forceful, hungry kiss as she responded instantly. This, she had longed for. This, she had missed. This… she needed. Her hails dug deeper, puncturing the skin on the back of his neck, little trickles running down the steely skin, as his mouth began nicking her, drawing blood in little doses. And Helena… well, she was mad for him already, her head thrown back against the wall as her body pushed itself as close to his as possible.

He had her pinned though, and in the throes of ecstasy, she even tended to forget she was the stronger of the two. Then his fangs were suddenly deeply buried in her neck, and Helena groaned right along with him, the pleasure almost too much after two days without him. Her blouse had bloody holes in it by now as Kristofs fangs had torn through the fabric to get to her breasts. She didn’t even care. Not for a second. As he fed, Helena’s one hand, the one in his hair, guided his teeth deeper by pushing down his head, causing another moan to escape her. It was so good.

Kristof would not draw back from her this time. She knew that, and so Helena let herself go, not caring if anyone else heard or saw. Hell, they should be used to it by now; Helena and Kristof never gave a fuck about things being public to the rest of their coven. They never had.

~~ Some time… later ~~


Helena was blissfully naked in the rubble that had once been their livingroom. Now it was… well, a mess. The walls had holes in so many places they might as well just put up new ones. All the furniture was in pieces, lying around in different places. A couple of windows had been broken, and… well, Helena herself had puncture wounds… everywhere. So did Kristof. A lot of blood had been exchanged, but that was how it worked. It was a pleasure drug, and none of them actually lost any blood, because they’d just take it back from the other after losing it in the first place. She was grinning up at Kristof, who was still on top of her. They would both be fully healed in minutes. Even the deep scratches on Kristof’s back, caused by her nails.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, guiding his face properly to hers and she licked some stray blood from his chin. “Mmm,” she murmured, satisfied after two thorough, rather rough rounds. “I will never know how the others avoid breaking their human sex toys.” She added on a thought, the splinters of the broken wood poking at her naked back as a reminder of how Kristof had thrown her around, passion ruling both of them. And just like that, she wanted another round.

However, her ears perked at the sound of the humans in the forest. They were all still alive, but finally divided. However, they were calm now, more or less, feeling like they had lost their monstrous captors. If they only knew… the hunt had yet to begin. It would take only one death to get the other two running again, but they were tired. However, the survival instinct in humans was sometimes extraordinary. That was what made them fun; their unrelenting wish to live. Helena’s hands trailed over Kristof’s broad shoulders and onto his collarbones, adding a playful “I do believe our fast food slowed down.” With that, she turned them both around in a blur, grinning as she pinned him, the spark in her eyes now also sexual. “Let’s hunt naked.”






Derek Fleitner


The forbearer protector was watching anything but his leader and sister. Instead, his thoughts were on their home, and their humans. Eva was a centerpiece at current. He pondered the ethics of even keeping humans the way that they did. Sure, their humans wanted to be with them, but what happened when they didn’t anymore? In the past, Derek had killed humans because of this purely to protect his coven. That was another part of his job. The hard tasks always fell into his lap, and so he had emotionally distanced himself. It was better that way. While the humans were there, however, Derek was civil, albeit usually rather removed and cold towards them. Eva was different though. Perhaps because he felt guilty for the emotions she harbored.

It wasn’t that he felt any actual romantic feelings towards her, but perhaps he had grown to care for her in his own way, in spite of his wish not to. Last time he had cared for one of their humans was 600 years ago, and he’d had to kill a girl he had come to view as a younger sister, because she had wanted to leave. He had warned against it; told her it would not be safe, that he would have to take steps. However, she hadn’t cared. She wanted more out of life, being a woman of only 22. And so he had ended her life. It still got to him now, but the uncertainty had been too much of a risk. How was he to know hunters wouldn’t sniff her out and torture her for information, or what was just as bad, the Fallen would?

No, the risks had been too great. He was pulled out of his own world, when he felt Alessa’s eyes on him and her voice traveled towards his head. He glanced at her, granting her a curt nod, his eyes traveling to the wheel she was clenching. “Don’t break the wheel.” He merely noted, seeing no reason to make a comment towards her apology. Not that he particularly cared, since he would merely have it fixed, but his nod had told her he accepted it, and that was simply that. Derek merely had to simmer a bit more and he’d get over it. Guilt was a powerful thing, however. Especially to a man like Derek.

Soon, Alessa pulled into the parking lot of one of her regular hunting grounds, and Derek merely watched as she armed herself. She motioned for him to take his pick, but he merely snorted and shut the thing, glancing at her revolver with disdain. He shook his head, getting out of the car. The protector hated guns. He always had, and he probably always would. They weren’t honorable, nor did they take any particular amount of skill to handle. They were easy, and too… human. Way too human. Especially since a bullet wouldn’t do shit to a vampire, so what was the point? It wasn’t like he was worried about the humans.

As for the other weapons, Alessa should simply know better. Derek always carried throwing stars, knives and various other little trinkets; things that could actually hurt a vampire if thrown hard enough. And Derek definitely threw hard enough. He followed her in silently, though. This was Derek when he was irked about something; he got a little moody, and he didn’t bother hiding it from Alessa. She would know he merely needed a little time to figure out how he wanted to deal with the situation before he could officially move on.

The protector took a quick, but thorough look of their surroundings, all of his senses helping him register every blind angle, every unclear patch. Nothing was unknown to him once Alessa spoke to him. He sighed in reply, shaking his head. Firstly, none of the women appealed to him in any way. Probably because he had just fed on the most amazing blood, and he didn’t like gorging on blood. Ever. He never fed even twice in a day. Well, unless he had lost blood in battle or the like, but on a normal day, Derek didn’t drink much. Not compared to his fellow coven-members. For some reason everyone seemed to need more blood than he.

“Ally, I just fed. And ruthlessly so. I’m not really in the mood for... slutty humans.” He told her quietly, using the nickname only he had ever called her to show her he wasn’t angry with her. He knew she was offering because she felt guilty about him feeling guilty. Geez, they were a nice pair, eh? He rubbed his neck, sending a vague smile her way. She needed to feed... now. He could practically feel her hunger. “Just get it over with, please.” For some reason, the male wanted to get home and be with Angel.

It was just one of those times where Derek felt like being sociable, and unlike most others, Angel was perfectly comfortable with his silence. He'd leave explaining things to Eva, up to Alessa. Hell, she'd offered, and he was more than happy to accept if it meant he'd get out of it.

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When they finished, Kristof was indeed on top. He didn't mind the emotional domination Helena held over him. But no one would dominate him physically. Helena could, but she never did. He adored that she let him take charge and command. It always began and ended with her pleasure anyways.

He was still growling, not quite finished. He smirked, remembering once upon a time they went at it for twelve days. And then slaughtered a village and a half afterwards. Those were the days. Killing off whole villages with little to no investigation. But those days were gone and he was reduced to having to seduce these mindless creatures for his food. He preferred to straight pillage. He had a lot of rage built up and pillaging was what his therapist(Helena) recommended.

He chuckled when when forcefully flipped him and pinned him down. "You sure you want to start right now?" He didn't care whether they went for another round - He just didn't want to let her go. His large hands were now gentle as they caressed her, seeking out those spots that made her purr. Up her spine. Down her left thigh. Behind her neck, a quarter of an inch to the right. He leaned up and pulled her into him in a single motion. He looked deep into her eyes, remembering a time when they would stare into each other's eyes for hours without end. He reached up and caressed her face.

Even though she was sightless, he could still read her eyes. Those beautiful, glittering, ruby eyes. He saw the lust in them and his body only stirred more. He gripped her again, starting up another round. But then a wonderful idea took hold of him. He brushed his lips against her earlobe, murmuring softly. "Oh, by the way. The redhead. The O positive one? I should mention that she, for lack of better words, copped a feel of me. Even dared put her lips upon my flesh." He smiled innocently at her, knowing how possessive she was of him, even with humans. It was one if the reasons he made feeding on Scarlet as painful as possible besides the fact he didn't like her.

He stood up, holding her as he did before setting her down. And away he went. He was nothing but a blur as he ran, smashing through the door. They had to get two rooms done already, what was the harm in the door, too? He easily picked up the scent of the girls. They had cut themselves up thoroughly. Didn't their mothers ever tell them not to run with knives? He snickered as he took off after L'Nae. She was O negative, his favorite.

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Derek didn’t even bother answering Alessa when she asked him to stay close. Instead he regarded her with an almost dignified look, as if to say “when have I ever not been close?” but no words came out of his mouth. He then watched as she made it over to a group of males, and he himself walked to the bar, taking a seat that gave him perfect view of everything Alessa was doing. Then he ordered a whiskey and merely listened, his eyes straying to the group unnoticeably once in a while.

When his sister met up with the only one of them who seemed to ever look himself in the mirror, Derek was aware, and he snorted at the guy’s “Italian” accent. It was so fake, the male vampire had to force himself not to roll his eyes. Seriously? What the hell was even up with that? If men had to resort to cheap little tricks like that, they probably weren’t the types you should hang with. They were never good company. Why were so many humans so unbelievably stupid? It was completely beyond Derek’s substantial comprehension. Besides, just… the words he spoke made Derek want to get up, stalk over there, and rip the guy’s head from his neck.

It was just so obvious that he was no fucking Italian, and Derek was almost embarrassed that Ally bought it. But then, she had this odd tendency to be rather… naïve, considering she was his age. All of a sudden, “Luca” was telling his goons to leave him alone with Alessa, which made Derek pay more attention. Something was up. He took a sip of his Whiskey; however, seeming like nothing at all was going on in his mind. He paid attention to their exchange even as a blonde woman made her way over to him, seating herself next to him. He barely spared her a glance, not at all interested.

Apparently that only made her more interested though, and she leaned over, her generous breasts only just kept in by her shamelessly revealing red dress. Again, he wished himself home. Angel would make better company.
“Hey there,” she began, Georgia accent gently rolling off of her tongue as she let her eyes dance up his body. Derek couldn’t help a wry smile. Women of this time had this tendency to go for the guys who were the least interested. Why was that, exactly? In reply, Derek took a swig of his whiskey and calmly said “hello to you too.” He had no intentions of letting her think he was the least bit interested.

“I’m Ariadne,” she then added, smiling at him, doing the whole eyelash bashing move and everything. “But ya’ll can call me Ade. What’s your name, darlin’?” He couldn’t help but think her slightly amusing, but still, he longed for home. He really wasn’t in the mood for these… frankly, slutty humans. He gave a brief nod, emptying his whiskey as “Luca” began carrying “Kikki” towards the door behind the bar. He’d have to get up and go with, for Ally’s sake.
“Name’s Derek,” he told her coolly, smoothly sliding into a standing position as he regarded little Ade with a polite smile.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me…” he trailed off with at that and promptly left her, sliding into the shadows as he stalked Alessa and her prey. He moved into the hall, but turned around a corner, watching the pair out of the corner of his eye, out of sight himself. He watched the happenings, hands clenched into fists. What the hell was she waiting for here? He was a fucking human. Well, now he was a dead human, granted. It might be that Alessa could easily overpower the guy, but no one touched a member of his family like this. Derek was officially tempted to hand him over to Helena, just because he knew the female vampire would either change or kill him. A change would take away his guilt of killing a human. The kill, well, it’d be well deserved.

When the human slung the woman Derek considered a close sister over his shoulder, the vampire growled under his breath, the instinct to protect those dear to him, forever ringing clearly. He was about to moved when Alessa finally took charge of the situation. About fucking time, if you asked this vampire protector. When she latched onto his neck, Derek moved out of the shadows and watched her silently, knowing he would have to pull her off of this one. She had been too hungry, too desperate, and too pissed at the human… which were all pretty good reasons for her to lose control. Which she would. Derek didn’t doubt that one second.

After a little while of her sucking furiously, the male’s heartbeat slowed too much for it to be healthy anymore, and ignoring the guy’s murmured comment, he took a single step, bringing himself closer to Alessa, and he crouched down, one hand placed at her jaw to force it open, another at the back of her neck, as he powerfully pulled her head, and thereby her teeth, from the human. “Ally,” he murmured soothingly, turning her head to look into her eyes. “No more. You’re taking too much.”

The human was whimpering, scared and weak as he remained horizontal on the ground. Derek was focused on Ally right now, however, and his eyes bored into hers until the bloodrush had calmed and then he leaned in, kissing her forehead. “Did you have enough, or are you still hungry? You were starving when we arrived. You really need to stop pushing yourself so far.” He shook his head, sighing before finally glancing at “Luca”, still trying to decide ultimately what to do with the guy. He wanted to kill him, so badly, but he knew it could potentially be dangerous. Many had seen him go back there with Alessa.






Helena the Bloody


When Kristof asked her whether she was sure she wanted to start now, she wasn’t quite certain what he meant. Hadn’t she just told him that she wanted to hunt now? Naked, too. Did he need more than that? She’d stated what she wanted. However, then Kristof’d hands were wandering on her body, caressing her in all the right places, and just as expected, Helena purred in pleasure, her body softening in his hands, her own palms wandering up his chiseled chest. Her nails scraped gently against the hardened skin, his muscles flexing beneath her.

He really was the most delicious thing she had ever touched. Then he pulled her down onto him completely, and she giggled, one hand moving into his hair, the other coming to rest on his muscular shoulder. She wanted him. Again, and again, and again. Apparently Helena really didn’t take well to being away from Kristof for days. When she had been younger, before changing Kristof, she had been lonely, but not desperate like this. Why it was different with this male, she didn’t ponder, mostly because she hadn’t really thought to ponder it. It wasn’t important to her brain why she apparently couldn’t be without this vampire, only the fact that itself.

Besides, she could feel him wanting her too… again. A shiver went down her body at the thought of him taking her once more. “You feel so good,” se purred softly, her slender body curving to his wants as always. Just like that, she was distracted from the hunt. One would think sex ought to have gotten boring between them after all this time, but with a man like Kristof, one didn’t simply grow bored. It was too amazing, and in fact, it had only gotten better over the years. They knew exactly what the other liked, and doing those things had become instinctual.

Kristof was about to penetrate her once more, starting another round, which she was anticipating with glee, but then he paused and she responded with a pout, her lips trailing kisses up his neck, until his words caused her to stop instantly. She sat up, her blind eyes narrowed, fangs immediately bared as she hissed. There would be no touching of Helena’s man. None. Her nails dug into his chest as her body tensed, ready to burst into the forest at any point. She would die painfully for this. Helena saw red, and red alone, anger coursing through her at an alarming rate, her possessiveness causing her reaction to be rather exaggerated by normal standards. “I’ll tear her apart, limb by limb,” she half sneered half purred.

Kristof was hers and hers alone. No one else was to touch him. The word mine kept drumming in her head and she subconsciously dug her nails even deeper, a low growl emanating from her the more she thought about it, but Kristof still had his hands on her. When he got up though, and put her down, she was bristling with fury and she set off after him, however heading in a different direction. She quickly picked up speed, bypassing Kristof in seconds as she ran, no clothes to hinder her speed in any way, and so Helena let go of inhibitions. Oh yes, she was filled with the need fro vengeance. The human had no idea what she had gotten herself into.

The second Helena reached the girl, she burst through the brush, hand shooting out to grab the girl’s throat, slamming her into the nearest tree, which bended back, groaning in spite of its great size, the whole thing hardly even a blur to the human, and so she blinked, confused. It didn’t take her that long to register that Helena’s fangs were bared in a soundless sneer as her red eyes glared into the girl. And so, panic spiked, Adrenaline kicking in. Helena didn’t care. Fear had stopped being the point. Now pain was all she wanted this girl to experience. So. Much. Fucking. Pain.

“Mine,” she growled, nails digging into the girl’s throat. She didn’t pay attention to the whimpers and she sobs. She wanted screams, and begging and thrashing. Helena was mad with anger now that she was far from Kristof too, every sense of logic taken over by her fury. “You will suffer,” she then added in ancient Greek, the language smooth and almost sexual, if it hadn’t been for her deadly expression. She was too far gone to recognize any other language, or the fact that the girl wouldn’t understand a word.

She threw the girl down onto the ground, which wrenched a scream from her, and Helena grinned, a cold, angry grin. No amusement. Not really. This was strictly revenge.
“P-please,” the redhead stuttered, tears already running down her cheeks as she tried to scramble away from Helena, “d-don’t hurt me… p-please.” Helena laughed, the sound so filled with cruel anger, it made cold sweat break on the girl’s orangey skin. She was still laughing when she told her “no one touches Kristof,” in ancient Greek once more. Which the girl of course didn’t understand.

Helena grabbed a hold of the girl’s ankle when she tried to move without the vampire noticing, which was of course impossible in all. And then she twisted, the ankle breaking with a loud crunching sound. The human screamed, throwing her head back onto the bed of leaves behind her. Helena’s cold smile became satisfied as she broke the other ankle too. “No more running, little lamb,” she told the human in a sing song voice, the Greek still being her choice of language. But of course, the girl’s loud scream and subsequent whimpering sort of drowned the words.

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Lucan shrugged some. "Smells like your boyfriend lost it again." He gave a light snicker. He was among the others who found Oliver's predicament rather amusing. Oliver was alright enough. A crybaby. But when he wasn't moping, he was decent company. Scarlet...? She was Scarlet. A strange human, indeed. Lucan had no personal issues with her, oh no! In fact, he loved feeding from her. Copping a feel here and there. He wasn't close enough to Oliver to feel bad about his sexual encounters with her. Sighing, he moved towards her and was about to ask how she was when the sounds of Kristof and Helena's love making reached his ears. No doubt they would need to redo the downstairs. Again. He rolled his eyes some, but he couldn't say much; He and Roxanne were the same way.

He cleared his throat as if dismissing the sound, knowing they'd be done soon anyways. Helena loved to hunt. No doubt they'd make love on the hunt as well. When they finally left, he gave a light nod. "Ah! The joys of making love. Wouldn't you agree, Miss Scarlett?" A smirk curved across his lips as he advanced towards her with a wink. He moved just close enough to tower over her. He cupped the left side of her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "But, that shall have to wait, m'dear. As you have chores to do. Away you go." He quickly ushered her out of his room and closed the door behind her.

"Crazy kids." He muttered, referencing to Dmitri and Kaleigh below. He would gladly help the lovebirds, but it wasn't his place. Hell, if he so much as looked at Kaleigh, Helena would beat him to a pulp. So, he reserved to speak with Dmitri later. For now, he moved towards his pups, scratching them behind their ears. He would take them out hunting when Helena and Kristof returned - They scared away the animals when they hunted. Plus the pups weren't fond of either of the two vampires.




Kaleigh's words touched Dmitri's heart, forcing another tear to trickle down his face and drip from his chin. "You know I won't, baby doll. I can't. I love you too much." He smiled some. That was the first time he had admitted to her how he felt. Sure, he had shown through subtle actions, but he always kept his mouth shut for fear of something like this. But with the cat out of the bag, he could scream it from the top of the world. If he lived long enough to get the chance.

The sounds coming from upstairs disgusted him, causing his face to contort. One day...one day he'd kill all of these monsters. Except Lucan...Lucan was kind when he wasn't being a douche. He was actually pretty civil. Dmitri thought to call out for help. For release. But Oliver would just come and break his leg, Roxanne would just sit there and laugh, and he didn't want to get Lucan in trouble. Scarlet was a nutjob, so that was out of the picture.

So he sat there in silence, wanting nothing more than to carry Kaleigh to his room and treat her wounds. To brush away the tears and hold her and kiss her. He'd let her wear one of his shirts and a pair of pajama pants. He'd play a song to make her smile. But, only God knew when Helena would release them. Or let them live. He was sure Kaleigh would live, but he wasn't sure that he would. He hoped that Kristof's return would put her in good enough spirits to keep him alive. He just wanted to hold his Kal one last time.




Kristof smirked as Helena zipped right by him. He could hear the girl screaming out as Helena laid down the law. It felt good to be so wanted. To have her be so possessive. It warmed his still heart. Helena had always been this way when it came to him. It would be a lie to say that he never lied to rile her up and get her to mutilate someone just for the hell of it.

He smiled blissfully, finally taking back up the scent of L'Nae so that he could catch his own prey. Her scent was heavily reeking of O negative, Captain Morgan, sex, tears, and steak. It was strong and overwhelming, making him damn near vomit. But it really wasn't about the meal right now - It was strictly the thrill of hunting. He let his predator instincts rule him, his legs moving strongly and carrying him swiftly, his feet not once making a sound nor turning a leaf nor snapping a twig.

And soon, there she was. The woman was by a waterfall, trying her best to hide. Smirking, he was behind her in an instant. He wasn't really a fan of playing with his meal. Nor was he the type to torture women. Men, yes. But when it came to women, he personally preferred to just kill them. And so he did. She didn't even know he was there, no sound coming from her except the snapping of the bones in her neck. He smiled, satisfied as he caught her body and hefted it over his shoulder and moved swiftly to Helena, toting the woman with him as though she were a prized kill.

Or a sack of potatoes.

He found his love soon enough and chuckled as she played her game. "Easy now, tigress." He growled playfully in Old Italian.

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Helena the Bloody


Helena had stopped paying any attention to the girl’s begging; it wasn’t going to help her any, and Helena wanted only to hear the screams of the woman who had dared touch her man. And so, she placed her naked self on top of the woman, taking one of her wrists in one hand, before she started breaking each and every finger… slowly, one by one, and her smile grew as she woman screamed and thrashed, desperate to get her hand out of Helena’s grasp. It didn’t help any; Helena merely tightened her grip, almost breaking the girl’s wrist in the process.

Oh, she was starting to enjoy this quite a bit. The woman was a screamer. No sobbing like with Kaleigh, no cursing her to hell or silence like Dmitri. Oh no. This… this was fun. And satisfying in so many ways, Helena could hardly grasp it. Revenge and entertainment in one. Could it get any better? Relishing the sound of the woman’s screaming, Helena giggled and took her little finger between two of her own fingers. And then she pulled… and pulled. The woman cried out, her screams loud enough to be heard even by human in the house. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her finger was torn off completely and her hand twitched in Helena’s to no prevail. Helena merely grinned as she sucked the blood out of the now dead finger and threw it into the trees.

Helena didn’t care about keeping this one alive. Rather, she wanted her to die, slowly and painfully. And so… Helena repeated the action, tearing off all of the fingers this woman had on her hand, sucking the blood out of them all before adding to the small pile near the trees. The vampire let the human’s other hand be and instead leaned down, mouth near her ear as she hissed, “do not ever touch what is mine,” in ancient Greek. The sound was menacing, but smooth, like the slithering of a poisonous snake in the grass. You knew it was deadly, but it looked so elegant and beautiful. That was Helena’s voice. Intriguing would always be the best way to describe it in a single word.

Then she curved her hand, her finger nails resembling claws, and with that, the redheaded vampire grinned, sinking those nails into the woman’s torso, right beneath her breasts, and then she moved it downwards, tearing through the woman’s flesh, leaving long, gaping lacerations down her body. Subsequently, Helena tore away the woman’s dress. All the while, the woman had screamed, and screamed, and screamed. She was almost to hoarse to keep going, but her tears kept on rolling. Throatily, she made a last attempt at begging, which Helena was about to reply to, when Kristof settled near her and made a comment, the sound of his laughter rolling down her spine like a caress.

Even his voice was a turn on, but Helena was hungry now and so she tore off the woman’s bra too, grinning up at Kristof. She licked the blood from her nails slowly, head whipped around to face him, her eyes alight with lust and sadistic glee. Gone was her anger, although the need for revenge was still ever-present. Kristof’s company turned that anger to lust, which was honestly a much healthier emotion for her to be feeling. Helena was a little… violent when she was angry. Once her fingers were relatively clean, she leaned down, hands moving up the human’s body to cup her breasts. “Humans are cattle. Her hands on you are insulting.” She told him in Old Italian, replying in the language he loved so much; having him near her enabled her to register that she had been speaking Greek all along.

Then she leaned down, mouth settling on the woman’s one breast. There, she sunk in her fangs and drank, the delicious, red, thick substance trickling down her burning throat. The blood from the woman’s torso smeared Helena’s naked skin, but the vampire didn’t care. Kristof would lick it off. As she drank, her nails dug into the sides of the human’s breasts, blood bursting out there too. The sensation was made sexual to Helena due to Kristof watching her, naked and with his own source of blood on his shoulders. She imagined him looking all the glorious hunter. She released to pleasure toxins for the human, so her screaming pierced the evening air as well, although the more Helena sucked, the more the screams died down.

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The man stood tall and proud, a smirk across his face. Helena was so beautiful when she was angry and the way she handled her meal was rather sensual, stirring his body once more. He pursed his lips in thought as he dropped his catch and moved behind her. He was bent over her on her side, holding her as though protecting her. It would have looked to an outsider as though he were mounting her - With the way he was feeling, he might as well have been. Helena was so ferocious and spiteful and and jealous and greedy and powerful and just downright fucking sexy. It was a wonder that they had even stopped so that they could hunt. But he didn't mind. As long as Helena was fed and smiling.

He caressed her body and kissed her back gently, soon just barely brushing his lips across her neck and shoulders. He spoke in that growling Italian accent of his, hoping to send a shiver down her spine. "My darling, we still have one more. Though, maybe we can keep this one. I hate seeing you dirty your hands and gifting these filthy animals with your touch. And I daresay we could use a new toy." It wasn't uncommon for Kristof to turn humans simply to use for games. Humans were...humans. Unworthy and broke easily. At least turned, their games lasted longer and they could be a bit more rough than with their slaves. Of course, they didn't last longer than twenty years simply because it was so fun to spoil one's self! Why stick with the same toy forever when you could get a new one whenever you wanted? Of course he didn't view Helena as a toy. Just everyone else, pretty much. They were all disposable.

He nibbled lightly on her neck, making breathy sounds. "Although...I fully understand if you prefer that we...kept to ourselves. I admit that I adore how delightfully greedy you are." He bit down on her neck and sucked gently, his hands sliding down...down...down. Two rounds was not enough to satiate his desires after two long, depressing, lonely days without her. It was only respect for her, knowing she was hungry that kept him from ripping her away from the girl's body and having his way with her. His grip was firm but gentle, holding her to him as she fed.

"We have time for round three before the other reaches the main road..."

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Helena could smell Kristof’s growing arousal and the effect on her was not much different. She dug her nails in deeper, her eyelids slipping over the red of her eyes as she enjoyed her meal, moaning softly against the woman’s breast. Her feeding was slow and painful to the human, but that was just the way Helena intended it. This human had dared put her frail hands on Kristof, and that was simply not acceptable. She did hear her man moving towards her though, and Helena’s one finger moved from the human’s breast and down towards her stomach, where she dipped the finger in blood.

She wiped it off on the side of her neck, which was bared as all of her hair was tossed atop the other shoulder. As he touched her, Helena shivered in reaction. The sensation of feeding as Kristof’s hand touched her was… well, amazing. Her eyes rolled back in her head when his lips teased her neck and shoulder. She wanted his fangs in her! The redhead made a low, yet oddly feminine growling sound in the back of her throat. Her muffled groan became louder when he spoke of keeping the girl.

Why would he want to keep her? Helena wanted her dead. Dead and forever unable to lay another hand on her protector. But she said nothing, merely gave her opinions voice through muffled sounds. This one had been partly aroused by him and all that he was doing to her, but almost pouting at his words. She did feel like pouting. She just didn’t understand why he wanted to keep this one. Like he said, they had another. They could keep her. Not the human slut. There would be no keeping the human redhead. Not now. Not later. She would be dead soon, and Helena was going to damn well enjoy it.

Then he nibbled on her neck, licking off the blood she had offered him at last. Did that mean he’d bite her? Oh, she wanted him to so badly. His next words wrought a small moan of approval from her. That moan, though, turned up the volume more than a little when she felt Kristof’s fangs slide into her neck, his hands sliding all the way down, touching her in all the ways she needed him to. He was holding her firmly with one hand, the other working its magic while his teeth were in her. Helena was in what she considered heaven, her moans, albeit muffled, loud and desperate as she ate.

He soon drew back, however, causing Helena to finally let go of her dying meal, hissing at him in a fit of frustration. His responding words though, had her eyes opening and as she directed her eyes at him, Helena’s lips curved into a sensual, wicked grin. She no longer cared about the human and as such, the creature’s neck was snapped in an instant. She was officially out of the picture, which was enough for Helena right now. Kristof was simply too good, too sexy, too much hers for her to defy. She’d never been able to resist his eager seductions of her, and she probably never would be. He was too tuned in on what she liked and how she liked it.

She recognized the fact that there was nothing to do about that. Besides, it wasn’t like she minded all that much. At all, really. It didn’t take long for Helena to leave the corpse she was on to stand, running and slamming Kristof into a tree eagerly. The tree groaned and cracked at the force, and not quite able to withstand the strength of a two thousand year older vampire, it fell. Helena paid no proper attention to it, and instead wrapped her hands in Kristof’s hair as her mouth fell on his, eager… hungry for him. He tasted so good. The last human would simply have to wait, the poor little thing. But Helena was sure she wouldn’t mind too terribly much.

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The vampire was not at all pleased with her treatment. She wasn't at all in possession of a large ego, but she did believe her well being came before theirs. She slid from her perch and was literally at Jasper's throat in mere milliseconds. Her hand was around his throat as she slammed him as gently as was possible; just enough to jar his fragile body without dislocating or breaking anything. She placed her face dangerously close to his and bared her fangs with a low growl that she had perfected over the centuries. "I think you've forgotten a couple things, so let me remind you. One is that you are here for one reason and one reason alone. And that is to provide us with sustenance. Eva, Adonis, and any other.human that is procured is not your concern. We are top priority. Two is I do not tolerate rudeness. I was here first and I asked rather politely. I will not be disrespected again, especially not in my own home and certainly not by a pet."

"Don't forget why you are here again. Because I won't hesitate to break each and every one of your limbs. I can not drain humans, but I hold no guilty conscious about killing them through other means." Though she was rather famished before, she was feeling rather irate and disrespected at the moment. She slid her fangs back into hiding and released her would-be meal. "We ask only for one thing from you lot and you can't even do that. Maybe you'd learn better manners after a thorough beating." She mused, walking away. Angel wasn't really a bully. She was really sweet...just not when you happened to have a heartbeat. She didn't hate humans. She just could no longer see them as anything but a meal and pets and was inclined to treat them as such. She was nice to them when they were good and punished them accordingly. It was how things worked in her mind; she had moved up on the food chain. She was a predator now. And it would be a cold day in Hell before she would let her prey, or a man get away with disrespecting her.

She was growling as she prowled through the shadows down the halls and up the stairs. She was tense, wanting to drive her fists into something. To claw something and just scream! But she settled for retreating to her room, slamming the door behind her. To the wall if candy! The entire wall on the left side of her room looked like she robbed a candy store. Jars upon jars of delicious, glorious, sugary treats! They always made her feel better. She was quick to open a jar and snatch out thirteen mini Crunch bars, taking them to her piano. With one already opened and stuffed in her mouth, she went back to work on her tribute to Metallica. Her fingers began to dance furiously across the ebony and ivory keys but gradually softened as she devoured the chocolates. But, that still didn't stave the hunger - But she still wasn't in the mood to feed from Jasper. She really did feel that she would kill him if she tried.



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He smirked, catching her as the tree fell over, toppling him as well. His arms were wrapped around her again and his mouth was occupied taking care of hers. He knew that she wasn't exactly happy about the human girl having touched him, and he was glad of it. He loved to rile her up. He didn't ask the girl to touch him - Hell no! But what sort of lover would he be to withhold such information from his one (and only) lady? A terrible, horrendous lover. That's what kind. Pleased with his work, he roughly flipped Helena onto her back, tearing his lips from hers as he looked down at her. Each and every day spent with her was heaven, especially moments like this. He dipped his head down and lapped up the plethora of blood from her body, dipping inside of her.




Some one hour later...


He was standing over her, covered in blood, sweat, mud, twigs, and leaves. Every muscle was tense as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Why don't we go get us a new toy?" A smirk creeped across his lips as he caught the scent of the last female and took off towards her. He knew she would be hiding now, all out of energy and praying for a cellular signal that would never come. Oh, no. It wouldn't in this thick forest. That was his favorite part of living so deeply into the woods everywhere they went. Nobody to hear the tormented screams, nobody ever came to search for the bodies here. Hell, the wolves took care of the bodies before the investigation got anywhere near their property.

The wind somewhat set straight his hair that had been unsettled by Helena's fervent tugging. Just the fresh memory kept his body aroused as he let out a cry of pent up emotion - In a good way. He just needed to yell! But he soon went silent as he came upon the girl, immediately leaping into a tree seven feet away. He hunkered down like a lion ready to pounce. He had completely switched into the mindset of hunting, placing his thoughts of Helena at the back of his mind for now. The girl was clinging to the tree with a paring knife, her cheeks stained with tears as she choked back dry sobs. He gave a soft Tsk, tsk, tsk.

"Poor child. Are you lost?" He leapt down next to her, smirking as she squealed and scrambled away, cutting herself against the bark. She clung to the knife for dear life with both hands, stabbing the air between them. "You stay away from me, you creep!" The blonde cried before slashing at him. "What the Hell are you? You freak! You reel in girls with your little Twilight act and rape them and kill them and, and, and..." She ran out of steam and crumpled to the ground, sobbing. "Please don't kill me. I left my car at the bar. My cat will starve to death. It's not even my car. It's my mom's. I'm not twenty-two. I'm seventeen. I just have really big boobs and eyeliner." Kristof lifted a brow as she sputtered everything. "I'm not going to kill you." She looked up at those words, wiping tears from her eyes. She was scooting backwards some. "W...w...what're you gonna do to me...?"



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Dmitri smiled through the drying tears at Kaleigh, doing his best to stay strong during this time. He hated that he had shed even a single tear in front of her, though those tears were for her. He had never shed a tear for her, only cursing Helena and making more trouble for himself. But never had he witnessed the things Helena had done to Kal. It was monstrous and deranged - Not unlike the undead red-head. He still kept his eyes on Kaleigh as she mouthed the words. He tightened his jaw and gave a terse nod. "I know. I've been working on it." He did the same as she, mouthing the words slowly and repeating them a couple of times.

It would be hard, of course. Helena wasn't just going to let them go and it seemed like the only one who cared about them, or him, rather, was Lucan. Would Lucan help them run? Hell, he might run with them. Dmitri had gotten to know the man enough to know that he wasn't fully comfortable with his Covenmates. But it would still be two humans and one vampire against four vampires. They had no-one else in the world that could even stand a chance against them. Hell, they had no-one. If they could make it to a police station...Dmitri knew that they were listed as missing persons. They could say they were kidnapped. It was true, but they wouldn't say anything about them being vampires. They'd be committed to an asylum.

But it would draw attention to the Coven. Unwanted attention. Dmitri figured that they could move far, far away. Lucan had told him many times about Forebearers...They were what he called honorable vampires. Dmitri was...entranced by the idea of them and figured that with one of those Covens would be the safest place for them.



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He was barely listening to Annabelle, promptly slamming the door behind her. She was a wierdo; like Angiluzza. Just...not as frightening. She was nice enough when she wanted to be, but then again, so were the rest of them. He heard his stomach growling at him, realizing that all he had eaten that day was nachos at the theater. The chips had been stale and the cheese was cold. Frowning, he sighed heavily and dramatically before trudging slowly out of his room, leaving the door ajar before making his way to the hatch and lowering the ladder.

He had turned around the corner just in time to catch the scene between Angiluzza and Jasper. He shrunk into the shadows of the dimly lit home as she breezed past, knowing that she knew he was there anyways. After hearing her door shut, he shrugged and shoved his hands into the pockets of the baggy, whitewashed jeans he wore and made his way into the kitchen. "You still got a lot to learn, newbie." He chuckled with a smirk as he moved past Jasper. He never called Jasper or Eva by their names. He didn't feel like he could relate to either of them so he didn't bother getting too close. Eva was like a little sister to him, of course. But...he didn't get as close to her as she would like to think.

It was all an act.

He removed his hands from his pockets and reached up into the cabinet above the sink, fishing out a pack of Maruchan Ramen Beef noodles. Since arriving in the US, he didn't get to eat his native foods as much as he would have liked. For so long, he lived off of Ramen noodles, saltine crackers, and leftovers from the trash. Sometimes he got lucky enough to eat a microwave dinner. But that was a while ago. Since living with the Forebearers, he never went without a warm meal. He was grateful for the days when Alessa took him out for authentic Brazilian food, though he hated feeling as though there was no way that he could ever repay her. She would never drink from him and he couldn't really protect her. He felt a bit emasculated by the fact, but he made up for it by getting her little trinkets. They were from quarter machines, but it was the thought that counted. Right?

He opened the bag of Ramen and began to break off chunks and eating them. "Lesson number one: Don't deny them food. Not even for a minute." Angiluzza had broken his nose and arm once before when she found out that he had denied Annabelle feeding because he wasn't in the mood. That was during his first month and it never happened again. After he stopped resisting, he learned life was a lot easier with them.

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Helena was grinning, lying on the soft forest floor, completely satisfied, her body relaxed as ever. She loved the brief moments right after an orgasm when she could just lie there in her own sweet afterglow, satisfied smile on her lips, enjoying the clarity of her mind. Her lids covered her red, unseeing eyes as she listened to Kristof moving, running a hand through his probably already very tousled hair. Mmmm, just to imagine the sight was a joy. She purred softly, stretching her arms above her head as he stood over her, watching her; she could feel those intense eyes of his on her, and she loved it. How could she not? Her smile widened enough to show off her pearly white fangs.

Then he spoke and she hummed an almost indifferent “hmmm,” as if she would rather just lie there and enjoy the clarity… enjoy the speed and straight forwardness with which her thoughts seemed to come. They all made sense during moments like this one; they were all logical. She didn’t move as Kristof began running, but instead remained still, listening to him as he sped through the forestry. She smiled to herself before suddenly sitting up, the softest of whispers reaching her ears. The smile left her and her ears perked as she tilted her head to the side, occupied by the beautiful voice.

”Little lamb, little lamb… don’t you fear no more,” it sang in soft Ancient Greek and Helena smiled, blinking several times as she got to her feet. “Mommy will take care of you,” Helena continued in ancient Greek as well. The voice was so beautiful, but it just kept singing that same bit over and over again, and as Helena wandered the forest, listening to the song, she almost immediately felt herself grow frustrated with it. “Sing the rest!” She growled at the invisible voice, still in Ancient Greek. One that sounded only in her head. “Sing the rest!” She then repeated, demanding of the voice that it continue the ancient song.

It didn’t take long for her to hiss in the direction she thought the voice stemmed from when she got no answer, and that was when the scent of blood snuck into her nostrils. Her unseeing eyes widened as a sliver of clarity slithered into her thoughts, Kristof’s scent accompanying it. All of a sudden, her focus shifted, the haunting voice forgotten as she grinned, racing off towards her man, and the source of blood. Words didn’t take long to reach her, and as she babbled, Helena stopped, crouching right above her in the tree tops, completely soundless. She rested the palm of one hand on the bark of the tree, feeling the slight vibrations in it; the flurry of life.

It was a small help for her to get properly back to reality, but it helped some, and so, Helena giggled when Kristof reply to the girl had her asking what they were going to do to her. His voice had been matter of fact, but cold and indifferent all the same. It was a tone he took with almost everyone but her. The sound of the giggle made the girl look up, her young eyes widening as Helena grinned, suddenly behind her. “Boo,” she whispered into the girl’s ear and laughed when she squealed, scrambling away from her. She soon seemed to realize that would take her towards Kristof though, and she changed her route, moving to make the three of them each a corner to a triangle.

“You’re sick! Sick and twisted!” She sobbed, swinging that silly little piece of metal through the air. Helena grinned. “I’ve been called worse,” she noted, amused, and present enough to remember to speak English. “Oh, wait, you asked a question, didn’t you?” She then added, seemingly only just remembering her “manners”. She moved to the human, standing right in front of her in an instant, her red eyes intense, although unseeing, on the human’s furiously pulsating neck. “Kristof, dear,” she cooed, reaching up to run her fingers through the human’s hair. All the victim did was shiver as she tried to take another step backwards but found herself caught between Helena and the wide trunk of a tree.

Helena merely grinned, her head turning to face Kristof. “Would you care to explain to this little squirrel what’s going to happen now?” The words were almost purred, sensual as was the norm with Helena.






Derek Fleitner


Derek said nothing as Alessa nodded in agreement. He merely watched her, gauging her inner workings. She seemed to simply accept his way of doing things. Not that there was anything new in that. Things had worked much like that ever since he’d become her protector. She’d soon figured out that Derek had experience, training and education in areas where she could simply not follow, and in the end, Derek had become more than simply a Protector. He had become an Advisor, a trusted friend, and in time… a brother. Alessa meant a lot to him, which made him feel rather bad for thinking the Coven could use a new leader. He would never act on those thoughts, but their mere presence bothered him.

He remained rigid even as she moved to knock the man unconscious. He did, however, raise an eyebrow at her, but before he could say or do anything, his phone vibrated. Taking it out of his pocket, Derek quickly checked Isaac’s reply, nodding once. He didn’t text much, so the simple “okay” and so forth, were lost on him. He did not see a need for them. Or rather, he didn’t see a need for all of this texting. He preferred calling. Possibly because he had had more time to get used to that, or possibly because it was a hell of a lot easier. Derek was a quick study only if he bothered to be. Phones would come in time, but right now they still bothered him.

The phone went back into its pocket, and Derek cast a wry smile in Ally’s direction. “Sometimes you worry me,” he told her simply because grabbing her wrist and pulling her onto her feet. “No more pushing off your feeding, okay? And remember a blood bag once a day like I told you to. I know it tastes like shit, but you’d avoid situations like this one.” He concluded this, knowing she had not been following his advice. If she had, she would not have come to this point. Then he sighed, shaking his head as he pulled her into a hug, arms wrapping around her waist.

“I’m serious, Ally. You’re killing yourself bit by bit doing things this way,” he whispered more softly, giving her a brief squeeze before letting go of her, stepping back to grab a hold of the human, easily hoisting him atop his own shoulder, casting a look at the stray blood. They’d have to clean that up too. Sometimes he really wished his life back to when he had been a nomad; a stray, lone vampire. He had no one to protect, no one to answer to, no one to babysit, no one’s feelings to consider. But then, he hadn’t had any family, nor any trust, or even the slightest bit of warmth. Nah, if he had to be honest, he was more or less okay with things the way they were, even if they sometimes sucked.

He looked at Alessa then, before nodding at the blood. “I’ll get this one outside and into the right position – cover up the bite marks and the stray blood.” He gave her an apologetic smile then, half shrugging. “That leaves the cleanup here up to you.” He bent down to peck her forehead. “Don’t freak out.” He noted before making his way outside, placing the human where he wanted him, how he wanted him. He gave the guy a couple of drops of his blood – just enough for the bites to heal up. Then he licked the running blood off of the man’s neck, stepping back to take a look at him. He would do. Looked like he’d been drunk and fallen asleep out there after a meet with a whore. Perfect. Then he looked up, smoothly jumping from ground to trashcan, to roof, where he seated himself casually, waiting for Alessa. She shouldn’t take too long.

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Kristof smirked some more as Helena made her entrance, moving to stand next to his beloved redheaded queen. He looked to the human and canted his head to the side. "We are going to cure you of the disease that is called being a human." A soft 'what' was forming on the girl's lipstick, but he interrupted before she could finish. "My dear Empress and I are in need of a new... toy. You are so blessed to be that one."

He finished with a sick yet eerily charming smile that flashed his fangs. The human's eyes widened as she began to gush as he expected she would. "So you guys are like real vampires! I read all the Twilight Saga books and saw the movies! Most girls only dream about this! Your red eyes means you kill humans when you're done feeding, right? Oh shit! This is for real! Like really real life happening! And by toy you mean you're gonna fuck me, right? You're hot, she's hot. This is awesome! Fucking bad A!"

She was a whole nother person now, daydreaming about hot and passionate sex with vampires. She glanced over to Helena and blushed, a sudden feeling of inadequacy washing over her as she took a moment to actually get a good look at the woman. She had never seen something so beautiful. The girl that played Alice wasn't even that hot. Kristof let the girl talk and take in the information before finally nodding.

"Yes. As of now, your only purpose in life is to serve Helena and myself. Your current disease makes you too fragile." Kristof was gentler with females than he was with males, but that usually changed after getting to know him; He was a brute at heart. The girl had dropped the knife and was now inching towards the predators, completely enraptured by their spell if beauty and mystery. Kristof turned to Helena and did the same as the girl, marveling at her beauty. He pushed some of her hair to the side and bit deeply into her neck, his hand forcefully wrapped in her hair. He moved the girl closer and nodded to Helena's bleeding, ivory flesh.

The girl was tentative as she leaned up, urged by Kristof's free hand in her back before leaning up to the trickles of blood, licking them in a way that was arousing. By the time the girl really got into it, she was sucking on Helena's neck like there was no tomorrow. It was then that Kristof snapped her neck, catching her body before it hit the ground. "Let's hope this one survives." Again he smirked before dropping the girl and wrapping his arms around Helena, taking the sweet, sweet blood that was trickling down her naked form.

For the next ten minutes, he seemed to ignore the girl screaming and writing in pain underneath them, even kicking her off to the side at one point as he went for round four until they were both seemingly painted in blood. As the girl silenced to mere whimpers, he finally smirked and released Helena from the old oak that he had her pinned against. He turned to the blonde as she sat up with eyes filled with wonder, looking over at Helena and Kristof. "By the way...If you ever try to leave or tell anyone or if you get too messy with your hunting, we will kill you. Or if you just plain fuck with us on the wrong day."

He smiled that charming smile again and moved to her, reaching out a hand that she took with a nod. Kelsey was just happy that she had found away out of her abusive lifestyle while still being able to support her nympho needs. She was one of those girls that had read Twilight and dreamed ridiculous dreams all day every day that some glittery vampire was going to come and tell her that he was madly in love with her and that they'd both start some ridiculous charade that was supposed to be love. She smiled sheepisly before doubling over with a burning sensation. "This burning....It means I need blood...right? That I need to kill someone...?"

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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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Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Scarlett Wilsten Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Roxanne Tataeu Character Portrait: Kristof Allucius 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 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...