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Arcadia Marellow

"Sometimes you have to expect the unexpected, and accept that it's happening."

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a character in “Blutsband”, originally authored by Sanarith, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Basics
Name: Arcadia Marellow
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Family: Mother: Tanya Marellow, nee Reece, Father: Dion Marellow, siblings: Older brother Marcus and younger sister Ava.

Personal
Personality: Arcadia is quite a stubborn young lady, but is soft and gentle most of the time. If she doesn't want to do something, she will refuse, and if she's pushed she will refuse and forget her manners. She is normally quite kind and can see reason if there is something that needs to be doing. She likes expressing herself through music or drawing, (Although she isn't very good at drawing) and adores animals. Arcadia is pretty imaginative and keeps herself entertained by imagining impossible situations like flying or something crazy like that. However, she kind of 'fazes out' when imagining things and it leaves her kind of vulnerable.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Likes: Animals, imagining things, piano, ballet and pretty locations that can be admired.
Dislikes: Being scared, bullies, heavy metal music.
Biographic History: Arcadia has lead a very normal sort of life. She was born on the 24th of February to Tanya and Dion Marellow, who already had a son called Marcus, who was 5 at that time. Her parents took good care of her, her father was a business man and her mother worked as a self employed florist. Arcadia went to her first ballet lesson when she was five, and her parents agreed to let her take riding lessons too. When she was 8 she began to take piano lessons, and for her ninth birthday her mum and dad got her the grand piano that Arcadia loves so much to this day. When Arcadia was 12 her mother got pregnant with her younger sister Ava. She was born just before Arcadia turned thirteen, and Arcadia loves her little sister. Her brother has moved out of the house now, so Arcadia looks after her younger sister while her mother and father works. She has given up a lot of activities now but she practices in her own time.

Appearance
Hair Color: Light blonde
Eye Color: Blue-grey with a ring of dark blue around the edges of her iris.
Weight: 5'4"
Height: 8 stone 1 ounce
Brief Appearance Description: Arcadia has long, light blonde slightly curly blonde hair down to her waist. She has a dancers body and is very thin, but not too thin. She has a pretty heart shaped face, small ears and large eyes.
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So begins...

Arcadia Marellow's Story

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Arcadia smiled to herself as she walked down the snowy trail to the field she had visited so often in the past. It was here she could be herself, really. Well, apart from the piano, but Arcadia had grown apart from the ivory keys and the wooden stool ever since Ava had learned to walk. She was always interested, Ava was. Arcadia had her sketch pad and pencils under her arm, and was thinking to herself about her piano playing skills as her boots left a track in the cold snow. She was so busy thinking about things that Arcadia walked into the fence post, jolting her quickly out of her line of thought and she stumbled back, shaking her blonde hair out of her face and brushed it back behind her ears. A horse in the field spotted her as she leaped over the fence in a graceful-ish way.

"Hey there, buddy." Arcadia muttered as she held out a gloved hand with a sliced piece of apple held within the grasps of her fingers. The velvety muzzle of the gentle giant grazed her palm through the wool of the glove as it took the apple and crunched it noisily. Arcadia put one hand under the horse's head and stroked his muzzle gently, looking into the horse's eyes and muttering words of soft kindness to the horse. Arcadia was lucky, this was the horse her parents were going to buy her in a few months time for her 18th birthday. The owners had welcomed her to come by whenever she wanted, and Arcadia visited the horse whenever she liked. She gave the horse a few more pats and went over the the corner of the field where there was an old, tall oak tree. She climbed it and sketched what she saw, the horse grazing in a snowy, bare field. Of course Arcadia loved this place, it was beautiful! She sat down in the snow on the branch, not really caring about the cold fingers of it, and leaned back against the bark of the oak. It didn't take long for her to finish, seeing as Arcadia couldn't really draw and it was a very bare field, and didn't require much detail. She hadn't let herself get distracted either, but she did now, and imagined the melody of Transcendence in her head. She drifted inside her imagination for a while, and didn't realize how late it was getting. In fact, by the time night had fallen, Arcadia was fast asleep and dreaming of her fantasy lands.

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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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Character Portrait: Evangelina Glaskov Character Portrait: Albert van der Kneer Character Portrait: Arcadia Marellow Character Portrait: Viktor Ivanov
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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.

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Gray suddenly heard the door open and another vampire stormed in and grabbed his shirt collar then flung him into the wall. What the hell?, he thought and stood up. "Well if it isn't Viktor Ivanov, I haven't seen you in a while. You don't remember me?" He said in an almost too calm tone. "What a weak attempt to get your dinner back, if I were you I would have hit a lot harder" He said slightly smirking, bearing his fangs just a bit. "And you say to watch my manners, well your the one who stormed in here and flung me into a wall. That's not very polite is it?" He said putting his hands back in his pockets and was starring at the girl.

He saw another vampire storm in, looking a little angry little angry. It was Albert's mom standing there at the doorway. He watched as Viktor apologized and after he was done Gray put on his fake personality. "My sincerest apologizes, Mrs. Der Kneer. I simply came for a visit" he said with a smile. "I would like to invite you and your family to mansion tomorrow night. I insist, after all those years of hospitality you have given my family, it would only be polite" he said calmly and politely making it impossible to refuse.

He shot Albert a weird look and winked at the girl he had recently drank from. Then gave a polite smile to Mrs. Der Kneer. "Well I should get going now" he said heading for the door and stopping at the doorway. "I would love to see you all tomorrow night, it's been so long, our families need to catch up with one another" he said in an inviting tone then finally left.

He stepped outside into the snow and started heading back to the mansion and saw Viktor. Seeing him made Gray a little angry. He approached him and wiped the fake personality away and kicked him to the ground. "What was that about Ivanov? She became my dinner once my fangs touched her neck" He said in a rather angry tone.

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Albert was surprised that Viktor left Arcadia in the room with him...and that Gray did as well. Yet he couldn't relax entirely. With the blood still present on the girl's throat, Albert stayed cautious, hiding his face. Yet he couldn't hide from his mother.

After they had left she turned to look at him. "Why were they in here?" she asked, worry punctuating her voice, "How did they get in? Were they trying to steal it from you?" she glanced just barely at Arcadia before sighing, "Albert, you really need to--" she stopped and looked at Arcadia again before smiling suddenly.

"Oh, darling!" she clapped happily, and knelt down quickly to hug him, "Have you finally decided to drink? Oh, Albert! Why didn't you tell me? Oh, and those bullies tried to steal her from you...I tell you, I'll have a strong word with that Morlock's parents tomorrow night...but oh, Albert, I am so happy...oh, I'll leave you two alone."

She practically danced out of the room, closing the door gently behind her and leaving them alone. Yet Albert still didn't pull his hands away from his face, too busy trying to ignore the smell of the blood and the words of his mother.

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Arcadia calmed down the moment it was just her and Albert in the room. Her head swam with forgotten memories. The euphoric feeling of the bite had calmed down, but she realized now why she wanted another so badly. But...She wasn't sure if it was him, but she remembered a boy, back when she was eight, with pale brown hair, kissing her just once, and promising her that they would find a way to stay together forever...

She shook her head. That couldn't possibly have happened! Not even when she was eight. That was just her brain making things up. Arcadia looked over at Albert, before asking quietly; "What was all that about with you and...your mother?" She supposed it was his mother, the way she was fussing. And Albert did look like her. Just a bit. She frowned at herself, she was being extremely rude. She would have to make up for that, somehow. She didn't quite know how yet, but she would.

She thought a bit more about both boys that had tasted her blood. They could both find her if they wanted, she knew that. But what went through her mind was why had so many wanted to drink her blood when it wasn't that extraordinary? Maybe it just smelled nice to them. "Albert," Arcadia started slowly, not wanting to offend; "Why is it that my blood smells so nice to you? I saw the look on all of your faces when you smelled it...Or, um, tasted it in those other boy's cases." She blushed, thinking it had sounded rude. But maybe not. "The second boy, not the hoodied one, he said he can find me again. Is that true? And..." Arcadia had an idea. It was stupid, on her part, but...It would help Albert, and if it worked, he could find her again, if they needed one another. She carefully unwrapped the bandage on her hand. Her wound had started to scab over, but it didn't matter. He could still get a bit of blood from it, right?

"Albert, listen to me. If -" She hesitated slightly. "If you take a little bit from me, you can find me again. That's the theory, anyway. Right? And it's better than going hunting if it's m-me." She stuttered a little bit from nervousness and fear that still haunted her thoughts. "It feels good when a vampire bites me. So don't worry about hurting me." She tried to reassure him. She was telling him the truth, but she had no idea how he'd take it. She looked down into her lap, at the jagged cut on her palm. Perhaps...Perhaps it wasn't a good idea, after all.

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Albert looked up when Arcadia spoke, his golden/honey eyes (now becoming more orangey-red) latching onto hers as she talked.

"Yes, my mother," he started to say, "It's....I haven't actually had...well...it's actually a little embarrassing, but...well, only embarrassing for her, but...I don't actually..." he faded off, not used to telling someone so blatantly. Shortly after Arcadia asked about her blood.

Stiffening slightly, Albert stammered some more. "Well, I'm not sure...why..." he said, "it just....I just wish it...didn't..."

He stopped talking immediately when she unwrapped her wrist and practically shoved it at him. His reflexes kicked in immediately and within the next second he was on the other side of the room, as far as he could be from Arcadia.

"No," he said, panting slightly, "I can't do that. I can't do that to you. It's just...it's just such a...such a monstrous thing to do, to...to..."

He felt his eyes start to tear up, and he immediately hid his face, sliding to the ground again, knees up. "I can't, I can't," he kept repeating quietly, crying now, "I can't...I won't...such a monstrous thing...monstrous! I hate it!"

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Arcadia immediately covered the wound when she saw that Albert had moved away as fast as he could. "I-I'm sorry." She told him very quietly. She bandaged it tightly. She watched him as he slid to the floor, silently wishing she could go over and comfort him, but she knew that it wouldn't do a thing that was good. Against her will, though, her body stood up and knelt down beside him, and she reached out to touch his hand. At this point, she knew it was stupid, and would most likely upset Albert more, but she touched his icy cold skin anyway. It was smooth and very cold.

Inside she wished that she didn't have such a potent red liquid running through her veins with every pulsing beat of her heart. Arcadia also wished she hadn't slept it the tree, and if she had, she wished she hadn't fallen out of it, or at least had not tried to hold on to the branch as she fell. That would have prevented everything. None of this wouldn't have happened. Suddenly, her stomach growled loudly. She hadn't realized that she hadn't eaten this morning, and all of her hunger suddenly flew at her. "Um...Do you have any food?" She asked cautiously. She didn't want to offend him more, not after she'd already upset him. She was acting this way because she was frightened. She wanted some way to defend herself but also help others. She didn't know how, though, and that was the problem. But for now, Arcadia would focus on Albert and helping him.

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Albert didn't move his hand away when she touched it. Her hand was warm, unlike his mother and whatever childhood friends he was closest to, and a small part of him wanted to hold it for longer.

When she mentioned food, Albert lifted his head and quickly dried his tears with his sleeves. "Of course," he managed to say, "If you had truly spent the night in a tree, I have no doubt that you would be quite hungry." Kneeling in front of his bed, he pulled out small trunk. Unlocking it carefully, he pulled out a small slice of cheesecake and handed it to her, fork and plate included.

"Don't tell my mom," he said with a somewhat conspiratorial smile, feeling better already with cheesecake in the play, and he pulled out a slice for himself. "I have cream soda in here as well. Many have been suggesting that the less human food I eat, the more the Thirst will grow, but I have this under here as a precaution."

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Arcadia took the plate of cheesecake gently and stabbed it with the fork, breaking off a piece and putting it into her mouth. She tried to be dainty with it, only having bite sized pieces and not using her fingers. It tasted really good. It was the best cheesecake she'd ever tried! She broke off another piece, chewed, and swallowed. "I'll have water from the tap if I get thirsty." She told him. She didn't want to take all of his food, especially if it was precaution. After a few more bites, the plate was clear of any cake or crumbs. Arcadia had been hungry. She wiped the corners of her lips with a finger and smiled. "That is awesome cheesecake, by the way." She smiled at him warmly.

With food out of the way, she finally realized how much of a problem having two vampires on her tail meant. She realized she couldn't go home. Reports of her missing would have already reached Eastmoor, and people would be looking. If she was found, she would be returned to her family, and then her hunters would be able to hurt her family. Arcadia couldn't let that happen, not to her little sister. "I didn't even get to say goodbye..." She told herself quietly. She sat up, trying not to burst into tears. That would be embarrassing. "I need to protect my family, and the only way is to let them think I'm dead." She started. "But if I'm to protect them fully I'll need to know about both boys that tasted my blood." She hinted. It looked like Albert had recognized them, and besides, one had said his name. She hoped that they could be protected, at any cost.