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Albert van der Kneer

Why don't we just talk, hm?

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a character in “Blutsband”, as played by cirrus_sd

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Basics
Name: Albert van der Kneer (K is pronounced)
Age: 15, nearly 16
Gender: Male
Race: Blood Vampire
Family: His mother, Ilse, is sister to the deceased Queen. His father died when he was young, although Albert isn’t sure what from. He has no siblings.

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Personal
Personality: Although Albert was born a blood vampire, and looks the part, personality-wise, he couldn’t be anything different. Albert is a very optimistic, cheerful vampire. Although he worries more than he should, he always tries to look at the bright side of things. He is every ounce a pacifist, preferring to talk things out rather than resort to violence. However, if he is pushed, he will resort to physical combat, but only as a last resort. He holds a naive view of the world--most likely on purpose--and believes that there is good in everyone, however in light of recent events, whether he trusts easily or not is up to debate. Unlike most of his kind, he does not have a hatred for the Spirit Vampires (more of a friendly tolerance) and does not have the stereotypical arrogance.

Although he appears weak and non-combative, he uses this to his advantage, choosing not to participate in fights so that he can observe, saving his strength until he truly needs it. Many might consider him stupid or innocent, but Albert is neither. He knows what is going on around him, but keeps his thoughts on the matter to himself, choosing once again to keep quiet and observe. He himself has little interest in the throne, even if he is his mother’s successor, but he still loves his mother and keeps an eye and ear out for anything that could be of use to her or protect her. His mother is his biggest shield, and he knows if he loses her, then he will be targeted next.

Perhaps the biggest deviation he has is the fact that he has yet to drink blood. In fact, he refuses to, hating the fact that his kind must resort to this method of feeding. He is considered a late bloomer by his mother, and though at first she let him be, with the recent events and her vying for the throne, she has been pushing Albert more and more to begin drinking. His 16th birthday is fast arriving, and his mother has set that as his deadline before she forces him to ingest blood.

Above all, Albert wishes to be human. He hates that he is a vampire, especially a blood vampire, (though he dare not say that outloud) and wants to be ‘normal’ more than anything. He would rather die than drink blood, finding it repulsive and upsetting. Yet despite his strong convictions, his body has been craving it more and more every day. He has been getting weaker as well, more susceptible to cold, infections, and broken bones (though he has been careful about it). Although his stamina and physicality still rivals that of humans, he is noticeably smaller and more fragile in stature compared to his peers. As such, most of his peers look down on him, finding him a weak and pathetic excuse. His mother has been telling others that he hasn’t drunk blood, not out of choice, but simply biology, yet even she doesn’t know that it is his own willpower depriving himself. Some of his cousins have their suspicions, but Albert has not confided in anyone his reasoning.

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual

Likes: Going out for walks (properly protected of course), feeding pigeons, eating cheesecake, reading, playing the organ or piano, people-watching, smiling, humans

Dislikes: drinking blood, fights, arguments, yelling, blood vampires, himself

Biographic History: Albert was the only child to Ilse and her husband. The latter died shortly after, for unknown reasons. The two lived in the Netherlands, together, the father himself a Dutch Blood Vampire, and Albert thrived from the attention he received from his mother. Sensitive and gentle from birth, he was already looked upon with slight derision ever since he was a child, starting with the parents of his cousins and then his cousins himself (mostly on his father’s side). His father’s relatives blamed his mother for this and more, Al occasionally hearing whisperings of “murderess.” However, as Al grew older, his mother grew farther apart, growing more involved with the ongoings at the throne. It was true that initially, Al was a late bloomer when it came to his bloodlust. It wasn’t until he turned 14 that he started to crave blood. While he managed to suppress it with ease for about a year, after he turned 15, things have been growing much more difficult.

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Appearance
Hair Color: Dark blue
Eye Color: Bronze/Honey colored
Weight: 150
Height: 6 ft
Brief Appearance Description: Albert doesn’t do much to hone his body, with little muscular definition, yet he can still hold his own against several humans, an average spirit vampire and possibly one-on-one with another blood vampire. He tends to wear long overcoats, pants, and a dark red scarf when he goes out, but in the darkness he dresses lighter, wearing thin mid to long sleeved shirts of varying color. His skin is very pale and he has the characteristic fangs. His fingers are thin and long, as well as his toes (something he laments constantly).

So begins...

Albert van der Kneer's Story

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Albert blinked up at the dark sky, watching the small snowflakes fall down towards him, occasionally landing on his white skin, melting slowly on the tip of his nose or tangling in his indigo eyelashes. He held his breath, not wanting to melt them prematurely.

The cold hadn't gotten to him, yet. He was dressed warmly, wearing one of his thicker overcoats and having two (or was it three?) thick sweaters underneath. His scarf was wrapped around his neck as usual, blocking the snow from chilling him, and he had donned a pair of soft leather gloves. Probably not the best to wear in the snow, but he wasn't planning on drenching them. He wiggled his fingers, scratching lightly at the snow around them.

Unable to hold his breath much longer, he exhaled slowly through his nose. The force sent the snowflakes spiraling around slightly, but before long they returned to their normal drifting dance.

Feeling his arms growing a little numb, Albert waved them, creating yet another impression of a snow angel. The 'wings' of snow around his arms suggested this wasn't his first time.

He liked lying in the snow. This sort of thing he would do often back in the Netherlands. Back home. Sometimes his mother would come join him. Not anymore, though. In fact, she almost didn't let him out tonight, telling him it was too cold. Al had dressed warmer to try to persuade her, but he saw that she was still reluctant. He had known the cold wasn't her biggest concern. With her fighting for the empty throne, one of her stronger arguments was him. The fact that she had an heir already, and he was healthy ("late bloomer" of course, but still healthy.) Healthy, of course, and alive. He knew one of her cousins (he supposed his cousin as well) was also trying to claim the throne, but the other was much younger, closer to his age. There was no heir from her, yet, but should someone decide to level the field...

With a sigh, Albert took one last glance at the snowflakes, letting the cold tickle him. Did humans feel cold like this as well? Maybe they felt it more? He certainly didn't see many out right now, though perhaps that was because of the time. Sighing once more, he heaved himself upright, shivering when some of the freezing crystals melted down the back of his neck. He shook his scarf before rewrapping it around himself and stood up, shaking the snow off. With a slight shiver, he started back to the small inn they were staying at.

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Gray hadd taken a shower and was sitting at the morlock mansion, bored as usual. That"s a part of the fact he doesn't ing go home much. It was getting to be around 3am and he decided to head out again. Just for a snack, nothing too big. He stood up from the couch and told his parents he was heading out again, his parents obviously not knowing where he was going. His parents don't drink nearly as much blood as Gray does. That's the reason why he's a lot stronger and faster than most vampires. He pulled on his black hoodie and walked out the door back into the snow. Leaving his parents worried about him.

He pulled his hoodie over his head, as usual and closed the gates of the mansion behind him. He was nocturnal like most blood vampires but he didn't sleep much. He didn't like the day though, it was bright and crowded. As he walked along the now almost deserted streets he was wondering if he was even going to find a snack. He just kept walking around scanning the whole place. Is this what I''ve become?Something so scary? I'm sadistic, a little voice told him in the back of his head, he ignored it. He spotted a young teenage girl and brought her quickly to an alleyway and put his fangs in her neck drinking almost all of her blood and she was near death. He thought he'd leave her, she was going to die anyway and her blood wasn't even that good. He walked out of the alleyway blood dripping from his mouth and his eyes glowing crimson red.

He saw a boy maybe a few years younger than him lying in the snow outside of the alleyway. Some of the blood dripped onto the snow turning it red. He sensed immediately that was another blood vampire. "Hey, you in the snow. There's a girl in there if you want her, she's not dead yet." he said and licked his finger. "Her blood wasn't really good, but it made a nice snack" he said a little bored and put his hands in his pockets.

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Albert looked in the direction of the voice, knowing it was a blood vampire moments before he finally saw him. He noticed the blood and frowned, his stomach turning. The red stained the white snow, and Albert felt queasy. He looked back at the other vampire, and upon closer examination, recognized him. He was one of the Morlock's. Al had seen him once many years ago at a family gathering, since there were some noble ties in the family. His mother, who typically treated them courteously (as she did everyone), would often mutter later that the only reason the Morlock's were even present was the amount of gold they had, versus the quality of their blood.

Apparently, the Morlock didn't recognize him, something Albert didn't mind at all. Smiling politely, he answered, "Ah, no thank you. I already....well...you know." Feasted? Was that the term? Hunted? Albert quickened his pace, lest the Morlock grow curious.

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Gray could sense it. This kid has never even had any blood. And He's almost my age. He quickly stepped in front of Albert, so fast it was almost as if he appeared out of thin air. He eyed him suspiciously. "Drank, the term is Drank. You've never even had any blood have you" he say catching a drop of blood from his mouth and holding it on his finger. "It's pretty obvious, you're very weak, I can sense it" he said and rubbed the blood between his two fingers. He soon recognized who this was, "You're Albert aren't you, I've seen you at some gatherings that I had to go to with my family" he said and smirked a little. "I find it hilarious how a noble has never even had a single drop of blood, and you're expected to be the heir of the throne." he said as he watched a another drop of blood stain the snow.

He examined him, what a strange vampire. Never having any blood. That's crazy, he thought to himself looking at Albert. "Strange" he finally said putting his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.

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Dang it!

Albert took several steps back when the Morlock boy confronted him. Drank...why hadn't he thought of that? His mother said that all the time, as did his cousins and other vampires around him....he must have been so nervous he forgot.

He gulped when the vampire said his name. So he did recognize him....this wasn't good. Al wasn't sure if the whole 'I can sense it' deal was true or not. Maybe it was just his way of saying he looked weak. Which was true. Albert wasn't going to deny that. He stayed quiet as the older guy jeered. Heir of the throne....expected to...with words like that, he took that to mean that his mother was faring well in her bid. Or so he hoped.

When the guy finally stopped talking, finishing with a muttered "Strange" as he slipped his hands into his pockets, Albert decided to take the opportunity while it was still there.

"It was a pleasure running into you again, Mr. Morlock," Albert replied politely, "It's been a while, hasn't it? Perhaps we could catch up at a later time, under less chilling circumstances," he nodded to the snow before side-stepping around the darkly-clad lad, "Vaarwel for now," he finished, hoping this time the vampire would leave him alone.

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He stepped infront of him again towering over him a bit. He looked him sternly after hearing him speak, hearing slight a slight tremble in his voice. He smiled formally. Holding out his hand to shake Alberts.

"It has been a while hasn't it" he said shaking his hand. His formal smile was a little fake. "But please, call me Gray" he said letting go of Alberts hand and putting his hand back in his pocket. "Let's meet again soon" he said, finally leaving him alone and starting to walk away. He turned his head back to Albert, his glowing crimson eyes illuminating the dark, giving Gray a frightening look. "Albert van der Kneer" he said and turned his head back in front of him and started heading back.

What type of noble is he? A true noble would be drinking as much as me, if not more. I always knew something was off about Albert. Even where we were kids. He is most like a spiritual vampire, no not even. More like a human all together. He thought to himself as he headed home. Once he got home the sun was almost rising and for once he actually felt a little tired. He stepped inside his house and got cleaned up, then went to bed with questions in his head that he was too tired to answer.

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Gray...that was it. Like the color. Gray Morlock. Yet he wore black...the irony put a small smile back on Al's face as he walked, which helped make the older blood vampire seem less intimidating. Albert wouldn't say he had been scared. Nervous, yes. Intimidated, definitely. Worried, certainly. But not scared. Although some might mistake his nervousness to be a look of fearfulness, vampires were not something he was scared of. Not other vampires, anyways.

Come to think of it, as Al returned to the inn, he remembered an incident with the Morlock family not too long ago. One of them...was it Gray's father? No, no the uncle. The two did look very similar, but anyways. It was the uncle, who had been murdered, supposedly by a Spirit Vampire. That had caused quite a riot.

Briefly, he wondered if the Morlock's were going to try and lay claim to the crown as well. His mother wouldn't hear of it, he knew. 'Buying their way to the throne' she would call it. No respect for tradition and all that. Bloodlines. He supposed he'd find out soon enough. Pulling the door open, he nodded politely to the innkeepers before stepping nimbly up the stairs to the upper levels, where he and his mother were roomed.

His mother was less than amused with the arrangements, but didn't complain. Albert didn't mind at all. It was charming. Much more humble than the majestic, refurbished (and abandoned) Gothic cathedral they lived in back home. The expansive catacombs had been redone to not only be more hospitable, but to be more grand, with a dark air to it. Al preferred to romp around on the upper levels of the cathedral, staring at the stained glass windows and bidding the pigeons in the bell-tower good morning. The thing Al missed most, though, had to be the large organ. It had only been a few days since he played, but a few days too many.

He knocked on his mother's door, but upon hearing no answer, figured she was either out or sleeping already (a bit early for her, with the sun barely coming out). Resigned, he returned to his own room, covering the windows with one layer of curtains before pulling off his many layers and returning to the book he had brought with him, a dark sense of foreboding pitting in his stomach as he thought of the Morlocks, his mother and her cousin, and the poor King and Queen. Al knew he wasn't supposed to feel sympathy for the King of the Spirit Vampires, but dead was dead all the same, and deserved his sympathy. He had seen the King but once (not even met, but glanced briefly) when he was very young.

Come to think of it, wasn't there a daughter? He remembered when he was around 8, there was a big commotion when she was born. Three years later he had heard that the mother had been killed, and the daughter severely traumatized. He wasn't sure what had happened to her after that. His mother never brought her up again and Al didn't ask. She was a spirit vampire, after all, and whether she was alive to claim the throne next or dead to let the spirit's fight it out was of less concern than who was up next for the bloods.

Shrugging the thoughts from his mind, Al returned to his book, grateful for a distraction that spoke to him of simpler, gentler times.

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Gray was woken up by the harsh loud sound of the front door of the mansion being knocked on. He heard the footsteps of his parents downstairs and then the front door opening. He looked at the clock next to him and it was noon. "humans" he muttered annoyingly. The Morlock's wealth wasn't just known in the vampire community but also know in the human community. His parents often having meetings with big time companies and what not. But all these companies have no idea that they are vampires, to the human community they are just known as one of the wealthiest families, that pretty much sums it up. His parents are used to having to meet with people during the day. They're scent is so strong I can smell it form here., he thought to himself and sat up and the bright sun beams coming into his window and shining in his eyes. He realized he left the curtain open. "Dammit, it's so bright" he muttered to himself and stood up not fully awake. He quickly walked to the window and shut the curtains leaving the room nice and dark.

He sat on the edge of his bed trying to wake up a little, there was no point in going back to bed because he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. Some days he would have to talk with companies during the day, he was older now and he had work with people as well. Most of the time for music advertisements and modelling due to his good looks. But thankfully today he had nothing. Well at least he thought. He heard a knock on the door and it was one of the maids of the mansion. "Come in" he said emotionless, the maid stepped into the dark room nervously and told him that modelling agency was coming in half for an interview and job request. He dismissed the maid and proceeded to get dressed. Instead of his usual hoodie and jeans he dressed a little more formally with a dress shirt and dress pants. As he was instructed to dress nicely when he was doing business. He still kept his trademark of dark clothing though. He got cleaned up and fresh then went downstairs to greet the agency.

He used his fake personality when doing work for agencies, having an overall happy expression and polite action making him sound very professional. They wanted him to do a photo shoot the next day for a world known teen clothing company. Great he thought sarcastically. I have to work all day tomorrow, he knew that his parents never allowed him to not accept job offers because it would ruin the reputation of the Morlocks. He politely accepted and had the interview and meeting then they left. When they left he took the awful smile off his face that he hated so much.

He sat there on the couch letting his thoughts consume him. Last night was quite strange, who knew I'd run into a Der Kneer? But don't they live far from here. Why was the Albert kid here? And I never thought a noble to not drink blood. Truthfully Gray didn't like the Der Kneers all that well, they only thought the Morlocks were noble because of their money. But the Morlocks do have a noble blood line. The Der Kneers are in line for the thrown though. I don't understand sometimes, why them. Why do they get the throne? It sickens me to think that little Albert is the heir to the throne. He's barely even a vampire, not having a single drop of blood. he thought to himself and rage started coursing through him.

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About an hour into his book, Albert heard a soft knocking on his door. "Come in!" he called out cheerily. His mother entered, a slight scowl on her face.

"Albert, love," she said, shutting the door behind her and locking it, "You can't just allow anyone to enter your room. Why didn't you bother checking? And why wasn't your door locked? Suppose it wasn't your mother who was coming in to check on you, but another vampire without loving intentions in his heart?"

"My apologies, Mother," Albert said, putting aside his book, "I'll be more careful next time."

She nodded, "Good. Now, you would not believe what that...that harlot Vontessa asked of me!"

Albert raised an eyebrow, eyes widening as his mother ranted about the letter and the spirit vampiress' request for support. "Can you believe, a blood vampire supporting a spirit vampire?" Ilse nearly shouted, her typically alabaster skin pinking from the insult she undoubtedly felt, "She even went on to suggest that she could help with my own claim! The wench! A scandal, I told her, that would only result in a scandal! You know, darling, I feel that she is only asking for my support because she lacks support from her own side. No honor, no pride, has she! Have you even seen that human of hers? Why, he always looks absolutely miserable! Not that I particularly care for humans, but Albert, don't you feel our methods are more humane? Just one bite, and they absolutely love it. Put them out of their misery with one last pleasurable experience, rather than keep them alive and hating you. I tell you, dear, that human has the evil eye set on Vontessa. If I were her, I'd finish him up now before he gets any ideas."

Although Albert was used to his mother telling him the latest vampire gossip ("It's always important to stay informed with these things!" she would always say) she rarely talked to him about this sort of thing.

"Forgive me, mother," he interrupted during a lapse, "But...I'm not entirely sure why you are telling me all this? It all seems very....adult..."

His mother laughed, "Oh, dearest. Don't you see? If I'm to get the throne, and you inherit it, you'll need to know these things. Allies, enemies, especially now. With nearly everyone here, you'll have to be more cautious than normal. Remember, sweetling," she kissed him on the forehead, "Don't trust anyone."

She left, to her own room he supposed for her usual nap. Vontessa...Lady Vontessa it would be...Albert didn't think he had ever met her. But he had to agree with his mother that it was unusual that a spirit vampire would ask for his mother's help. Or even offer support. Unless she was as tolerant as he (which he doubted, if his mothers claims about how the spirit vampire treated her bonded) she must have been truly desperate for some sort of support.

Albert tried to return to his book, but the throne and his mothers words after he let her in and Gray made things difficult. Instead, he donned his outside clothes, adding a hat now that the sun was out, and skipped down the stairs outside. A good walk would certainly help things, even if the sun did tend to give him a headache.

He opted to go into the woods, where he would find decent shade. It was still fairly early, probably around 8 o' clock, and most everyone was still asleep. Smiling and humming, he soon found himself upon a trail. Although the trees grew sparser, the excitement of a new trail helped dull out the beginnings of his head ache, although the hat did a considerable amount to help. Following the trail, he found himself at a fenced field. There was a lovely horse milling about, and Al wished he had brought some apples for it. There was also a very large oak tree near the edge of the field, yet when Albert took a closer glance, he noticed something peculiar. Walking closer, his eyes widened when he realized a girl was sleeping in it!

Some snow had fallen on her, leading Albert to believe she had been sleeping there a while. Was it for the whole night? How had she not frozen to death? That is, if...

He gulped. He hoped she was okay...he could tell she wasn't a vampire, not a blood one at least. He wondered briefly if she was a spirit vampire, but she could also be human. Al didn't have a very strong yelling voice, and instead climbed over the fence and slowly inched his way up the tree, being careful about where he climbed. When he finally reached her branch, he brushed the snow off of her before shaking her arm gently with his gloved hand. "Psst," he said softly, "Are you all right?"

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Arcadia woke from her sleep suddenly. She realized she was still in the tree, and had been asleep the whole night. She blinked the sleep away, and only then did she realize she was absolutely freezing and that there was somebody touching her arm. Squinting against the bright light of the sun, she turned to look at the gloved figure. "W-w-what?!" She cried out, shifting ever so slightly backwards and consequently, falling backwards from the tree. The contact with the frozen ground jolted her out of her semi-consciousness, and Arcadia felt very much awake.

"H-how l-long have I been a-asleep?" Arcadia cringed inside. What a stupid question to ask! She shook the curls of her blonde hair, and shivered. She was indeed very cold. She reached for her sketchpad and pencil that had fallen to the floor while she slept, only to find there was a deep, dark line where the pencil had pressed into the card of the sketchpad paper and that the actual pencil had snapped clean in two. She frowned at it and slipped the fragments of wood into her pocket, and huddled into a ball, trying to keep warm. "M-my p-parents w-will b-be w-worried!" She told herself. She was still cold...Perhaps she could call over the horse and ride it back? Arcadia had no idea, and had forgotten all about the boy in the tree - until just then. She looked up, a confused expression on her face. "Are you a murderer?" She asked. She realized after she'd said it that it sounded rude. She blushed a soft pink and tried to explain. "Um, it's just that...The murder rate...It's gone up recently...There was another girl found, I read it in the newspaper. Blood drained from her, two little puncture wounds in her neck." She paused a little, thinking. "Thinking about it, it sounds like a vampire did it! If they were real." She shrugged. She bit her lip, thinking she had gone too far with her rambling.

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#, as written by Gladis
Viktor strolled down the path, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his chestnut hair gently getting ruffled by the wind. He was wearing dark clothes, and would have shamelessly melted into the night... if not his skin had been so pale, it almost seemed to glow. His expression was calm and emotionless, although a certain degree of hunger was gleaming in his pale red eyes. The vampire glanced around, pausing and coming to a halt when he suddenly caught the scent of a human. Increasing his pace, you would have thought he would be noisier as he moved through the crunchy snow- but that was not the case. His movements were swift and graceful, not making even the slightest of sounds. A small smile started to tug the corner of his lips, and he was chuckling inwardly. Viktor could somehow tell that she would be a beautiful one... even if he hadn't seen her yet.

As he saw her laying up in the tree, his suspicions had been confirmed. However, just as he spotted her up in the tree, he also saw another vampire. A blood vampire- he could sense it... but there was something off about him. Viktor tilted his head as he watched them, a small smile of amusement flashing across his lips. So, had this whimpy looking little guy already claimed her as dinner? Viktor wondered, and thought it to be shame. He would have loved devouring this pretty little human- just a little and slowly- day by day. His family did need a new feeder anyways... the last one had died so pitifully in Raphael's care.

Sighing at the thought of his brother and racking his hand through his hair before stuffing it into his pocket, Viktor leaned against a tree trunk, still smiling in amusement. The sun had already started to rise by then. Damn the short nights, he thought, if they could just last forever... "Of course the murder rates have gone up, girl..." he said calmly, gazing at her with his sparkling but deadly eyes, "the number of vampires have increased... it's only natural," his smile widened and he glinted his fangs, a dark chuckle escaping his lips.

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Arcadia shivered, and not with the cold. Her eyes were wide with confusion, her lips tinged with blue. She realized exactly what he had just said. "the number of vampires have increased." Her eyes fixed on the sharp, pointed fangs escaping from the second boy's mouth. Frozen with fear and cold, Arcadia looked up into the eyes of both boys. Red. They were both variations of red. The vision was burned into her memory with fear, and Arcadia almost couldn't move. But she had to. She stood up shakily, and only then did she realize her woolen glove had been sliced open by the fall and there was a small trickle of red across the palm of her hand.

Only then did Arcadia realize who and what she was dealing with. "Y-You a-are b-both-" She cut herself off with a short squeak of fear. She couldn't fight them - Arcadia didn't think that ballet moves and piano chords would do much harm. She couldn't run, they would most definitely be caught by them. But, exactly how fast were these vampires? Could they outrun a horse? She thought up a plan. All she needed to do was get on the horse.

She looked around, looking for some way to get out of that impossible, but deadly situation. The horse was about 20 feet away. Most likely too far. But if Arcadia stuck around she wouldn't be very alive to decide to run or not. She had to decide. And she had to decide now. She bolted across the snow towards the horse, hoping her luck would hold. Which it probably wouldn't.

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Albert had yelped when the girl fell out of the tree, but she didn't seem injured. He chuckled when she asked if he was a murderer, yet before he could come up with something clever, he froze up, sensing another blood vampire nearby. When he turned to look, he recognized the vampire immediately: an Ivanov....most likely the eldest, Viktor. He hadn't seen Viktor in many years, but still remembered him. His mother kept tabs on their family all the time, seeing them as her next biggest competition besides her cousin (Albert believed the Ivanov's claim was mainly through marriage into the family, rather than bloodlines, though he wasn't sure).

Viktor, from what he remembered, wasn't the worst out of the five brothers. He had always taken on the big brother role, and was nice enough to Al. Raphael was the scary one...he remembered when his mother told him about their stepmother's death...

Yet if there was one thing Al was sure of, it was that Viktor was very practical about humans and what he thought of them. And that he was also vying for the throne.

For a moment, Albert realized that Viktor's apparent restraint might have been because the older vampire thought Al was claiming her. He started to smile, happy he had found a solution, but then the girl sprinted.

Eyes widening, he glanced back at Viktor and then the girl and then Viktor again. Albert didn't want to scare her, but if Viktor thought he was hunting the girl....

There wasn't anymore time to lose. Without thinking everything through entirely, Albert hopped down from the tree and chased after the girl, hoping he looked a little more fearsome than nervous. Catching up to her easily, he scooped her up, holding her tightly and continued running out of the field, leaping over the fence and booking it as fast as he could back towards the town, hoping Viktor wouldn't chase him.

He was breathless by the time he reached his inn. Just as he went for the door, he realized he wasn't sure whether this was the smartest idea or not....maybe he should just drop her off outside....but if Viktor was following...no, he'd let her out at noon, when the sun was highest and even he couldn't stay out for too long. He practically jumped up all the stairs to his room, opened his door (he had forgotten to lock it) and slammed it shut, locking it tightly. Only then did he finally relax and put down the girl. "You're safe now," he panted, sitting down hard on the floor and breathing heavily.

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Arcadia had started screaming when the boy that had woken her up had picked her up until she had been put down. She had just whimpered in fear since then, her energy having been sapped by the cold and the struggle of the extra weight of the snow. Her lips were still a very pale blue, but since being inside her lips had turned ever so slightly pink again. Shivering, Arcadia wrapped herself into a dripping ball of melting snow, cuddling under sodden wet clothes in an effort to warm herself up. "S-so y-you a-are g-going t-to k-k-kill m-me?" She stuttered, trying to keep her composure calm, although her eyes almost screamed that she was terrified. Arcadia looked around her and saw that she was in an inn, and relaxed slightly. At least she knew where home was from here.

She realized that her hand was still bleeding, thin lines of the red liquid running down her hand and dripped onto the floor. "W-who a-are y-you? A-and w-who is t-the o-other b-b-boy? H-he'll k-kill m-m-me too." Arcadia managed to get it out without biting her tongue clean off with her chattering teeth. She was still freezing, and it was more than likely, she realized, that where there were two vampires there would be more. Besides, he had said the vampire population had risen, didn't he? So there were DEFINITELY more around. But where?

"Y-y-you aren't g-g-going to j-j-just l-let m-m-me go, are you?" Arcadia muttered. "You'll k-k-kill me or d-d-do something to m-m-my m-m-memories." She protested to herself. Nobody would believe her if she told anyone. She frowned to herself and hugged herself tightly, closing her hand into a fist and touching her chin to her chest, and pulled up the collar of her fabric coat around her neck. She may have looked stupid, but she really didn't care.

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"No, no!" Albert tried to reassure her, waving his hands, "I'm not going to kill you! I'm not like the other vampires, don't worry, I'm not..."

Albert would have continued, but he was too distracted by the red that he just noticed was dripping onto the floor. Was it...no...but it smelled like it....slowly his gaze switched to the source of the red liquid, and his stomach nearly dropped.

Blood. It was blood.

He barely even heard the girl's chattering, his eyes wide as he kept staring at the blood. He was going to turn 16 very soon. In two weeks, as a matter of fact. Whatever bad cravings he had before were now nothing compared to this. The fact that he had just exerted himself did nothing to help.

Feeling himself tense up, he quickly squeezed his eyes shut and tried to calm himself. You don't need it, you don't need it he told himself, You're not like them. You don't need it.

Opening his eyes, he forced himself to focus on the girl. He noticed her shivering, and, thankful for the distraction, immediately pulled off his own coat and scarf. "Here," he said, draping them around her, "This will keep you warm. If you want to change out of your wet clothes, there's a bathroom right there," he pointed at the small door in the side of the room, "There's also a sink so you can...clean up your...." he couldn't finish, and instead went to his drawers. Pulling up a white shirt he didn't particularly like, he ripped it into strips and handed them to her, "You can wrap these around....you know..."

He took several steps away from her before motioning at her to change in the bathroom. He then quickly turned around and sat on his bed, head in hands as he tried to concentrate on anything but the blood.

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Arcadia gently took the items from the boy in her good hand. The shirt was very soft on her skin, and the coat looked very warm indeed. She took off her own wet things carefully, (Which was only her coat, really) and laid them on the bed gently, before standing up slowly and shuffling towards the door he had gestured to. She reached for the door with her empty hand and pulled it open, before dropping the clothes onto the floor. She closed the door quietly, so to not disturb the boy who claimed he was not like the others. He sure did look like he was concentrating on not having her for dinner. Arcadia looked around and was relieved to find there was a shower. She turned on the hot water gratefully.

While she was in the shower, Arcadia had time to reflect on what had just happened while the hot water ran over her icy skin. Was the second boy coming to kill her? Were her parents worried? Of course they are! She thought to herself as she examined the cut on her palm. It was still bleeding slightly, even now, and it was dirty. She could clean it properly in the sink, but she removed any larger pieces of bark that had rubbed off on her skin. Arcadia realized that she was now warm, and shut off the water, and wrapped herself in her clothes and the boy's coat and scarf. It was comfortable and warm, at least.

Arcadia forced herself to look out of the window right then. She wished she hadn't. Even from here she could see the red spots in the fresh white blanket of snow, a trail of her blood leading right to the room she was staying in. A trail for the other killer to follow. Or another particularly hungry murderer. She remembered that her hand was bleeding when she looked at the windowsill and saw a tiny pool of blood forming. She picked up the cotton pieces and placed them by the side of the sink. She let herself get distracted as she washed her hands with warm water, the water turning slightly pink from the blood. She thought about the devilish handsomeness of both boys, and how she would have been happy to go with them if they hadn't let her realize exactly what they were. It was strange how she didn't notice the colour of their eyes until it was almost too late. The burning memory of the hungry pairs of eyes looking at her shook her out of her thoughts and she remembered that she was supposed to wrap up her hand. She did so, carefully wrapping the cotton strips around her hand. It soaked through the white slightly, but several strips did the job, and Arcadia had soon finished her bandaging work. It was not very neat but it worked. She took the doorknob in her hand and pushed it ever so slightly, and she crept back into the room.

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Viktor snorted in slight annoyance as he watched the girl bolt, and the meek vampire after him. There was so etching off about Abert, he knew. He remembered him well, although only barely, from what his father had thought him about his relatives. Howeber, that was not what he found strange about the child. It was that fact that he indeed- did smell like a child. He had never had blood in his life before, Viktor realized. He had not yet become a true blood vampire... despite his age. What a disgrace to the van Kneers- what a disgrace to their race. The whimp was reason enough to follow them, or so Viktor reasoned.... but that was not the only reason. He had seen and smelled that girls blood- and he wanted it. He wanted it badly. It was not like her blood bore the most amazing smell he had ever experienced... but it smelled good. Better than what he had had in quite a while.

Forcing himself to calm down and keep composure, Viktor started following their trail in the snow, and the lingering scent the girl had left. He wasn't running or hurrying, but he did walk in a acceptable pace, ignoring the fact that he no longer was as silent as before, but nonetheless still graceful. His feed made a slightly crunching noise as they made impact with the crisp snow and frozen ground, and his eyes glimmered even brighter than before. Now when he had caught her scent, he would be Abel to find her... no matter where she went or where Albert tried to take her. Biktor had already decided he didn't like the kid; he was a Whimps excuse for a vampire. Even more so than Yuri... and that said a lot.

A small smile formed on his lips when he had almost reached the inn, his hair feeling wet by the time, as so it was snowing heavily. He was glad for it. Despite the sun being up, the snow clouds prevented it from reaching him in that way. "Perrrrfect..." he purred as he stepped into the inn.

He glanced around and arched an eyebrow as he spotted another blood vampire... and her familiar. After a short moments thought, he realized it was Catya... another distant relative. It didn't matter to Viktor, though. He would be the one to claim te throne. he was sure of it, and he would not let anything stop him... not even little crow girl.

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Albert turned instinctively when he heard the door creaking, and was immensely relieved that she was still clothed. Even better was the white bandage around her hand. With the blood out of sight, it was easier to take it out of mind.

Smiling, he stood up. "You look much better," he observed, voice soft but cheerful, "I'm hoping you feel better as well? I hope I didn't frighten you too much...I was just trying to get you to a safer place. Once the sun is out fully, I think it'll be safe for you to walk the streets back to your family. Oh, but first, manners..."

He held out a hand, making sure it would be the one that would shake her good hand, and grinned, "My name is Albert. Albert van der Kneer. May I have the pleasure of knowing yours?"

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Gray was sitting at his house bored as usual holding a glass of blood in his hands. I should probably head out, he thought to himself and pulled on his signature black hoodie. He opened the large door of the mansion and stepped out. Immediately after he stepped out he smelled a strong, sweet scent of blood. It was very unique and absolutely irresistible. He quickly walked away from the mansion and the scent got stronger and stronger. Once he made his way into the town he saw a faintly blood stained trail. He swiftly followed the trail, his blood lust growing. He the trail stopped in front of the town inn? This is where the der Kneers are staying. I'm not letting Albert get that blood, it's too good.

He stormed into the front lobby of the inn. The blood trail continuing up the stair and the scent getting overwhelmingly strong. He climbed up the stair until he got to the room where the scent was the strongest. He busted open the door with ease, breaking the locks like twigs. He stepped in casually, his crimson eyes glowing with blood lust as he stared a the girl.

"Albert, it seems you have finally decided to drink. It took you long enough" He said in a bit of an arrogant tone. He noticed him struggling to keep the craving under control. "What are you waiting for? Bite her. Pierce your fangs into her neck and drain her of her blood", he said a little too casually holding his hands in his pockets. Why is he so keen on not drinking any blood? Some of the most amazing blood I have ever smelt is sitting right there so vulnerably.

"It's not very hard, I'll show you" he said and grabbed the girl into a hug and tipped up her chin. He gazed into her eyes seductively, "you're going to feel a slight pinch" he said licking off the blood dripping from her fingers. He stuck his fangs in her neck and drank only a tiny bit of her blood. "See, it's easy" he said blood dripping from his mouth.

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Viktor paused and narrowed his eyes as another blood vampire dashed past him and up the staircase, following her trail. Shaking his head and snorting once more in annoyance, he started up the staircase, his mouth twitching slightly in annoyance. It was silly, he knew, to want that human when another vampire was already chasing after her. He was, however, the first real vampire who had set eyes on her... And having other vampires chase after what he had already decided was his, did piss him off quite a bit.

He stepped into the inn room just as the vampire sunk his teeth into her neck, a whole lot of foul curses flashing through his mind as he walked over to the vampire and girl with calm yet decisive strides. When he reached them, he leaned down and grasped hold of the vampires shirt collar, pulling him up and away from the girl and he watched him in distaste.

"Watch your manners, punk," he grunted, shoving the vampire backwards in order to slam him against the wall, hard, though not so hard that it would harm him too severely. "This human is mine... do not soil my pray," Viktor said in an ice cold voice with the capability to chill anyone to the bone. He had the cruel and authoritative look of his father gleaming in his pale red eyes. The glow increased as he saw the blood dripping from his mouth. He had been wrong... it smelled wonderful, and he needed it. He knew he needed it then and there, but he also knew that he would be a hypocrite if he fed from her now. After all, that wouldn't be minding his own manners at all. Throwing fellow vampires into walls wasn't really minding your manners either, but he was pissed... and despite not usually liking to retreat to something as vulgar as violence, Viktor was quite good at throwing punches... and had quite short tempered when it came to something he viewed as his.

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Arcadia had almost sighed when another glowing eyed red vampire burst in. It just seemed...Very strange that all of these boys were fighting over her! Before she had time to react, the hoodied boy had pulled her into a tight hug and was telling her that it was only a pinch that she would feel. He spoke the truth, she did only feel a pinch, but Arcadia felt like the bite was a lot more than that. It felt like heaven, all of the wonderful things combined together. She felt her eyes grow wide and stopped struggling so much. It was a bit of a shock that it felt so good! He finished - too soon, may she add - and Arcadia was left sitting there in some sort of daze. "Okay. That was...Weird. Uhh, to answer your question, Albert, I'm Arcadia." She blinked the daze and the wonderful feeling from her eyes. She was NOT going to let them think she had actually ENJOYED that!

Arcadia looked up as the boy from earlier also came in. She wasn't surprised, because she was expecting him rather than anybody else. Although she wouldn't be surprised if any more came through that door. She rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration. Seriously, it didn't seem real. And the feeling of the bite was still coursing around her head like drugs. She twiddled a lock of hair between her fingers, and then remembered something. She put her fingers up to the bite, and caught the dribble of blood from her throat. She swore under her breath - if her blood had caused Albert to have that amount of trouble keeping away from her and had lead all of these damn vampires right to her, she couldn't imagine how crazy they must all be going right now. Perhaps other than the hoodied one in black, but then again he'd already tasted her and could be wanting more. How did she even get into this mess? Oh yes. Falling asleep in a tree. When it was snowing. Genius plan! "And for your information I am my own and not any of yours!" Arcadia protested loudly. "You can't just...Just bite me without asking first!" Arcadia realized that sounded stupid, and she honestly didn't care. "Just...Figure out what the heck is going on please." Arcadia had accepted her fate. She was going to die, probably, at the hands of three (Or possibly more) vampires. And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

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Albert yelped loudly when Gray crashed down his door. So easy! It turned out those locks hardly did a thing...he had backed away into the corner and watched helplessly as he bit into the girl. No! he wanted to shout, but it strangled away in his throat. His stomach felt sick as Gray pulled away, and it was easy to feel disgusted when he saw the blood, her blood, dripping from Gray's fangs. Disgusting! Horrendous! Albert felt like throwing up. They wanted him to do that? Never! Never, ever!

The girl introduced herself breathlessly after the bite, Al barely hearing her name over his own mental protests. Instead, he wondered...if he refused to drink from her, even now, would Gray turn on him?

Before he could find out, Viktor entered the room and slammed the Morlock into the wall, causing another high shout from Al, who was now sitting on the floor, weak-kneed. Viktor said something about how the human was his, which did get Al thinking. He had been the one who first caught Arcadia and brought her here, not Viktor. Did the older vampire just know Al wasn't going to drink from her, and then claimed her first?

Bristled at the thought, Al opened his mouth to protest when he heard a shrill voice demand loudly from the doorway: "WHAT IS GOING ON!?"

He recognized the voice already, but turned anyways, peeking through his fingers to see his mother standing in the entrance, clad in her nightgown but long black hair still perfect. Her eyes were glowing a bright red of anger, and even her cheeks had slightly pinked. She was baring her sharp fangs at the other two vampires, growling dangerously, "What in the Seven Hells are you doing in my son's room? Especially when it is clear that he did not welcome any of you in? Have you no manners in your families? Or is it perhaps polite for the Morlocks and Ivanovs to break down doors and barge into chambers?"

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Arcadia watched as yet another vampire busted in. It looked like they were all having some sort of reunion and she was going to be the feast. The female vampire hadn't seemed to have noticed her yet. Strange. She lifted her already bandaged hand to her throat to stop the bleeding, it was already soaking into Albert's coat, which Arcadia was sure he wouldn't really appreciate, seeing how he behaved. She'd have to buy him a new coat.

Arcadia looked at all three boys with her blue eyes. She was only trying to figure out what on earth she was supposed to do. Staying in here was suicide on her part. However, Arcadia didn't really want to run. She desired that wonderful feeling, that feeling she had been scared of feeling. It was almost addicting, and Arcadia had only had a little. The feeling swam around in her brain a little more, and her newly bloody hand dropped to her side again. Most of the bleeding had stopped now anyway. However, she didn't think that would stop the vampires from going crazy.

Arcadia just sat very still, and tried to focus on the danger around her rather than the ecstatic feeling she had felt just a few moments ago thanks to the vampire that had bitten her. She swayed slightly, looking more than slightly drunk. The thing was, Arcadia was drunk with the feeling of it. And she couldn't get it out of her head, leaving her more vulnerable than ever, and trapped in a room full of very thirsty blood vampires. And one of them had tasted her blood.

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Viktor folded his arms over his chest and started as the female vampire entered and spoke. He did see the point in her words, though. Looking at her, he smiled apologetically and bowed his head in respect- something his father had always been very careful with teaching. "Forgive me, Madame..." he said wearily, "I have no idea where my manners went... I guess that if vampire or not, boys will always have to be boys..." he bowed briefly before crouching down by the human, leaning close to her and smiling at her softly, handsomely. He licked the blood from her throat, his tongue very gently playing over her skin. His eyes widened for a moment, as the wonderful taste of her blood filled his mouth. There was something familiar about it, but he did not know what. Then he moved his lips to her ear and whispered.

"Keep out of trouble from now on, will you? At least until come for you again. You're mine, sweet one..." he said gently, carefully touching her cheek before standing up. Now when he had tasted her, he would be able to find her whenever he liked too. He smiled once again at the vampiress apologetically before speaking. "Now, please excuse me..." he said and bowed politely bowed again, before slipping past her and out of the inn.

Viktor made his way down the snowy path, knowing there was still a rather long way to walk to the manor. He sighed and glanced up a the sky, where the sun became more and more evident through the clouds. It had already stopped snowing. He would have to hurry, he knew. What was worse was that he was starving and had not yet found anyone to drink from. His mouth twitched as the thought of how his brothers would react flitted through his mind. Raphael would scold him, Clarence would treat him even colder than he usually did, Yuri would throw a tantrum and Andrei would... not I've a damn, as always. Honestly, it was a wonder that guy was still alive, lazy as he was. "We really need to get some staff for that manor," Viktor muttered to himself.

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Arcadia sat there frozen while the hunter boy crouched down beside her, and was even more still as she felt his tongue flick across her skin as he licked the blood from her throat. She focused on the wall, her breathing slightly quicker and shallower than normal. She awaited the bite, but it never came. Instead, his lips came to her ear and whispered the words that honestly frightened her more than anything, even more than those four pairs of red eyes staring down at her. "At least until come for you again. You're mine, sweet one...". It meant he could find her whenever he wanted, wherever she was. And he would find her again. She had no doubt about that. He would come for her sooner or later, and Arcadia was terrified by the thought of the idea. He got up and left, and Arcadia realized she'd been holding her breath. She exhaled slowly, now slightly relieved that at least one pair of hungry eyes weren't fixed on her. Well, three other pairs were, but at least Arcadia knew she could trust Albert, at least. Well, sort of, anyway. He was still a vampire whether Arcadia liked it or not.

Well, at least Arcadia knew one thing. She was not going to die at the hands of that one person. Well, not today anyway. But she knew they - vampires - could locate her by just tasting her blood. Does that mean the hoodied boy could find her too? She didn't know. But there was a chance that it was possible.

She hoped she was wrong.