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Clarence Ivanov

"All this noise and chaos... it is giving me quite the headache."

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a character in “Blutsband”, as played by Gladis

Description

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Name: Clarence Ivanov
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Blood Vampire
Family: Viktor, Yuri, Andrei and Raphael- Brothers

Personal
Personality: (Later)
Sexual Orientation: Hetrosexual
Likes: Books, Studying, Intellectual Conversations, Puzzles, Mysteries, Horror Stories, School, Writing, Science, Peace and Quiet, Blood, Horse Riding, Dressing Appropriately and Human Food.
Dislikes: Annoying People, Noise, Discriminations, Rudeness, Religion, The colors navy blue and wine red, Autumn, Puppies, Art, Manga and Anime.
Biographic History: (Later)

Appearance
Hair Color: Black/Blue
Eye Color: Red
Weight: 71 kg
Hight: 183 cm
Brief Appearance Description: (Later)

So begins...

Clarence Ivanov's Story

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Character Portrait: Yuri Ivanov Character Portrait: Andrei Ivanov Character Portrait: Raphael Ivanov Character Portrait: Viktor Ivanov Character Portrait: Clarence Ivanov
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Viktor sighed when he was gone, starting to make his way home again. Sometimes he truly didn't understand people- not even himself. All he knew was that he needed that blood, and he needed it badly. He would have to be patient, though. Yes, that was exactly what he needed to be. Racking his hand through his pale brown hair, he yawned and then sped him his pace, just wanting to get home. All this commotion was giving him quite the headache, and as he considered the comotion that would occur once he got home... his head ache worsened.

As he reached the front door, he could already hear a loud shouting (well, not actually shouting, rather crying) from inside. Sighing, he unlocked the door and stepped into the manor, shutting the door behind him before he started making his way towards the noise. What could be the matter now? He narrowed his eyes and stepped into the dining room, where the source of the crying was.

"How dare you call yourself a gentleman when you walk with such crooked posture?!" Clarence snapped at Yuri who was crying furiously in an attempt to get away from his brother, who was holding a plate with food in his hands. Everything on it had been eaten, though messily... but the vegetables. "Besides, unless you have your vegetables; you. won't. get. any. taller... how many times must we tell you that?! Now eat up!" Clarence continued his rant, closing in on Yuri who was now pressing himself into the corner. "Stupid, stupid, stupid Clarence! I don't want the vegetables!" Yuri cried out in panic, hugging his teddy tightly and sobbing furiously.

Viktor sighed as he watched the commotion, shaking his head and clearing his throat. The two vampires stopped in their brawl and turned their attention to their elder brother, waiting patiently for him to speak. "What in the world is going on now?" Viktior questioned the both of them, folding his arms over his chest and arching an eyebrow.

Clarence sighed and gestured to his younger brother in mild annoyance, before pushing up his glasses and speaking. "He is refusing to eat his vegetables... again... and now he is crying and behaving like the little kid he is no longer supposed to be! Added to that, he was running around in a dress erlier on... what the hell is wrong with our younger brother?!" Clarence said coldly in pure annoyance, though his voice was still somehow calm and as was his expression.

Yuri whimpered as he watched Viktor carefully, afraid of what his oldest brother would say. "Yuri, you have to eat your vegetables, you know... there is no way around that," he said sternly, walking over to them and taking the plate from Clarence hands, placing it down on the dining table. "However, Clarence... you should maybe try to go about it in a tad more pedagogic way..." Clarence just snorted in reply and then started making his way out from the room, shaking his head. "You can't keep our little brother from growing up forever, Vicky... it will do him no good in the end." And then he was gone.

Viktor turned back to Yuri. "You won't be leaving this room until you have cleared your plate, understood?" he said, calmly but firmly. Yuri burst into tears again, and as Viktor tried to approach him, the kid started kicking and screaming that he didn't want them. After quite a while, Victor gave up. It was just about at the same time as he could hear a rumbling from upstairs.

His mood darkening even further, he started making his way towards the noise.

Raphael cursed loudly and foully as he came rumbling down the stairs and fell right on his face. He instantly got on his feet and started shouting at Andrei who was laying on the staircase, his earphones propped into his ears... and loud snores escaping his lips.

Viktor sighed. Was there no end at all to this madness? Why did his family have to be so dysfunctional? He didn't get it. He didn't get it at all.

"ANDREI!" He roared, "GET UP! YOU CAN'T SLEEP ON THE STAIRCASE! RAPHAEL, PUT THE SWORD AWAY! You're not going to stab your brother..."

This wasn't a mansion, this was an Asylum.

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Obviously they're all enjoying their food.

The thought was a sarcastic one, which caused a smile to twitch across her face and a soft giggle to escape her. Avalon paused mid-slice of a tomato, cocking her head to the side, an amused smirk appearing on her lips. She plucked up a tomato slice and took a small bite, giving a small shake of her head at the shouting that almost seemed to rock the walls of the kitchen, which was down the hall from the mass chaos currently wracking the mansion. She had only just finished preparing lunch for the Young Lords, and of course, Yuri was arguing with Clarence, who was a bit overly-tight and strict about things. Raphael was apparently attempting to kill Andrei, as Viktor so obviously announced to the household, and the rest of the servants were undoubtedly cowering in several rooms, finding something to occupy their attentions.

It was no use for her, however; instead, she turned back to the tomatoes, continued her chopping of them, and by the time she was done, Viktor's voice had disappeared, and the four remaining brothers were once again at each other's throats. With a muffled sigh, she slid the tomatoes into a bowl with orange juice so that they wouldn't begin to brown while she was away. After moving them into the large fridge, she wiped her juice-coated hands off on a towel, removed her apron, hung it on it's respective peg, and started from the room. She grabbed a plate of steamed broccoli, grilled onions, and grilled green peppers, mixed with several thin slices of red, yet juicy and sweet, meat.

"Although I don't agree with the way that Master Clarence goes about trying to get you to eat your vegetables, he's right, Master Yuri," she said, moving over to the crying boy. She set the plate of the vegetable stir fry on the table and approached Yuri, who was sobbing and cowering in a corner of the room, her hands held up in a gesture that showed that she wasn't going to force him to eat if he didn't want to. She leaned down so that she was at his height, reaching out in a gesture for him to pass her the plate of vegetables, a gentle smile on her face. "If you don't want to eat them, you don't have to, but you'll stay short forever," she told him, lightly placing her fingers around the plate of vegetables that he was refusing to eat.

"How about this," she began, straightening away from him with the plate, immediately making her way back towards the table. She set the plate beside the stir fry, lightly dropping her fingers between the plates and looking up and back over at him. "If you will at least try this, I'll buy you a bucket full of your favorite candy. If you don't like it, than you don't have to eat it, alright?" she said, backing towards the door as a crash resonated throughout the mansion. "I'll be back in a little while to see if you ate it or not."

With that, she fled into the hallway, her skirt bouncing slightly as she moved, and the sight that befell her was definitely one of destruction. Raphael stood above a snoring Andrei, who's headphones were quite firmly in his ears, and the most disturbing part of it was the sword that glinted in Raphael's hands.

"All of you are impossible!" she sighed loudly, throwing her hands in the air as she made her way over to them. "Master Raphael, put your sword away. You aren't going to stab your brother," she said firmly, before turning to Andrei. She dropped down to a sitting position on one of the stairs that he was sprawled across, her hand falling on his arm. She shook him lightly at first before increasing the strength she put into it. It was a bit hard for a human to make a vampire move while they were sleeping, let alone one such as Andrei. One hand reached up and removed a headphone so that she could speak directly into his ear.

"Master Andrei, wake up and apologize to Master Raphael for propelling him down the stairs and nearly breaking his bones," she said, removing the other headphone and the music player that they were attached to. She rose and held it in her hand, away from the sleeping Andrei. "If you don't wake up and apologize, I'm confiscating your music player," she threatened, shaking her finger down and near his face.

Avalon turned back to face Raphael then, her head tilting back only slightly to see the face of the boy who was a mere two inches taller than her. "And you, Master Raphael, need to understand that Master Andrei has a bit of an issue with sleepwalking, and never meant to push you in any way. As his brother, you should sympathize for him and understand that he can't help the way he is, just as you can't help the fact that you have a bit of a temper problem," she scolded, a bit of her lecture falling on deaf ears of an upper class, taller vampire, who was still two years younger than she. She tapped him once on the chest for good measure, turned back to Andrei, and nudged him lightly with the toe of her black shoe, which went perfectly with her maid's outfit - sewn by herself, she would gladly boast.

"I made your favorite lunch, Master Andrei," she sang, knowing that his love for delicious foods often outweighed his love for sleep and laziness. "You had better hurry before your brothers eat it all," she warned, nudging him lightly once more.

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The sudden shatter of a plate ricocheted like a gunshot throughout the room, loud enough that it could only have come from the room that she had left Yuri in. Who knew that vampires could be so troublesome and out of control? I know their parents weren't really caring towards them, nor did they care what they did with their time, but still ... You'd think that they would have learned [b]some self-control and maturity.[/i] In all honesty, only Viktor held a lick of sense when it came to anything. Too bad he wasn't there in that moment ... He really needed to get control over his brothers. One of these days, she honestly thought that she was going to be killed for 'disobedience' when, really, she only cared about the young Masters, and wanted what was best for them.

A heavy sigh escaped Avalon's lips, on hand raising to rub at her temple as Raphael stormed off.

"You don't mean that, Master Raphael. That's quite a hurtful thing to say, and Master Andrei really isn't that bad," she murmured to herself, lightly tightening her grip on the music player.

Her human eyes couldn't follow the swift movement that followed, especially when her mind was elsewhere, but she was jolted back to the present by contact with what could only be placed as a man's arm. As soon as he spoke, she recognized him as Andrei, and a swift chill traveled up her spine at his words. She hadn't meant to anger him. It had just ... Happened. What the dense vampires that she served didn't seem to understand, was that she only acted above what little authority she had, due to the care that she held for each and every one of them.

Yuri, who was a child in so many ways, and that she had come to hold a protective nature for - despite his obvious hatred for her.

Viktor, who was the only one that managed to hold a bit of control over the chaotic family that he had.

Clarence, who was strict and cool, not seeming to really care about much other than his brother's common idiocy.

Raphael, with all of his aggressive, agitated, and perverted natures combined into one.

And Andrei, who never had been one to listen to anything she had to say. For all she knew, he only thought of her as a blood bag that did chores and cooked for him, who would be easily expendable, were it not for her families' history in serving the Ivanov's and her skills in doing so.

She was undoubtedly only prey to him, but she couldn't argue with the fact that the feeling of his arm around her waist sent little thrills through her body. Such a strong reaction to such a small contact with him, yet it was there nonetheless.

The scrape of his fangs brought her back to the current danger at hand, sending small chills throughout her body and causing goosebumps to arise along her arms, legs, and between her breasts. She barely noticed the words that he spoke after the contact of fangs-to-throat, and when she spoke a reply, her voice was shaky and breathy, almost excited for what she could only hope would follow - the pleasurable experience of his fangs sank deeply within her throat, and the even more pleasurable feel of said fangs drawing out her blood, the pulling and tugging sensation often stirring something deep within her.

"I could ... I could always bring it to you," she managed to breathe, her voice trembling, her heart racing in her chest, so immensely that it felt as though it would burst. Her body was subconsciously relaxing, the mesmerizing lull of his fangs caressing her almost drawing a groan from her body. "I-I'm very sorry, Master Andrei ... I didn't mean ... To ... To upset you," she mumbled, fumbling for words, her uncertainty rattling her brain. How was one to react to a situation such as the one that she was in? No matter how many times it occurred, she could never remain calm during it.

"I was only trying to keep Master Raphael from hurting you," she whispered, her voice slowly beginning to near a soft whimper that was a mixture of both need and soft fear. "He ... He was angry about you being on the stairs ... And I didn't know how else to wake you." Her voice was the small whimper at that point, and despite her own will, she could not move her body in any way. She internally squirmed under his touch, a slightly pained expression appearing on her face. "Master Andrei, your arm ... It's quite tight. I'm afraid that you may be bruising my hips," she managed, clenching her jaw. The continued scrape of his teeth over her neck caused another shiver to travel through her body, however, and she sighed a bit, her eyes falling shut.

"Please punish me, Master Andrei ... Please ... I want your punishment. Drink from me," she whimpered. Years of servitude for the family had caused several small scars to appear across various areas of her body, and along with those scars came an odd addiction to the bite and feeding of a vampire. It wasn't one that she would easily be able to beat, especially if she were to remain in the residence of the Ivanov Mansion. "Master Andrei ..." she whispered, finding barely enough strength to squirm in his grip. "I'm sorry for my disobedience ..."

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Character Portrait: Ethella Richmonds Character Portrait: Gray Morlock Character Portrait: Yuri Ivanov Character Portrait: Avalon Richmonds Character Portrait: Viktor Ivanov Character Portrait: Clarence Ivanov
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Victor honestly didn't have time for this. Morlocks words were still playing in his mind, and Although he didn't feel deafened by them, he was annoyed. Despite how angry he was with Yuri for misbehaving in such a manner, he knew the child vampire probably hasn't meant it that way. It was true that Yuri loved Avalon- he looked up to you greatly, even if he didn't wish to admit it. But it was more of a brotherly kind of love. The child didn't know the difference between brotherly love and the romantic kind of love. Yuri didn't understand the difference between lust and love either, which the brothers honestly only could thank the twins and Yuri's mother for. However, Yuri being who he was and only having seen one kind of 'love' growing up, had no idea how to show these feelings. It because even more evident as a shameful confused, not to mention slightly embarrassed look spread over his features as he started to calm down.

Yes, Yuri didn't understand at all. Well, he had known that the yelling and the tackling her to the ground part was bad- he had known that all along. However, when he t like that Yuri was incapable of keeping control of his emotions and actions. He just... couldn't. When it happened, he didn't exactly think of that he wasn't allowed to dos tuff like that- that it was crossing the line. Besides, he was confused. Really confused, even. Why had she been so repulsed by his kissing her? Wasn't that the way you showed you cared about people? His mother done so to all the men she cared about, so Yuri didn't understand why she reacted the way she did.. if it not she actually truly she didn't care about him at all.

"Yes, you do need a doctor, your sister is right," Viktor said gently bit sharply, feeling her lean against him. He carefully picked her up, "however, it would be troublesome if you fainted on your way there or there. I forbid you to work any more today..." he said, starting to carry her towards her room. "I'll take you to your room. Get some rest, I will call a doctor," he murmured to her softly, a genuinely concerned look crossing his features.

(If that's not alright, tell me! :3)

Yuri blinked and glanced up as Ethella suddenly was standing before him, slapping him across his face, just like Viktor had just moments before. Now both his cheeks were burning. He flinched in pain but other than that he didn't react. Yuri didn't even cry. Next thing he knew she was grasping hold of his upper arm and shoving him against the wall. Well, it would rathe rave to be pressing, since he was already leaning against the wall. He couldn't meet her gaze and he made no attempt to resist her but he didn't quite hear all of her words either. 'I thought we were friends'- he did hear that part, and despite the empty look on his face and in his eyes, the tone in her voice hurt more than anything.

What was wrong with him? There were a whole lot of things wrong with him- there was a reason as to why there used to be a straight jacket in the house during the time their father still lived there. It was not uncommon that he had restrained his son this way when the young got into one of his 'moods' or during punishment. However, because of this Viktor had disposed of such tools after his fathers disappearance. Surprisingly, all of the brothers had even agreed on it, despite that it meant it would be hard to keep Yuri under control without it. Raphael possibly was sadistic and had attitude problems, but he was harmless in comparison to Yuri's moods swings. The same went for the overly strict Clarence... although, once you get to know him you'd soon notice he was about as insane. Just in a different way. The same thing would have to go for Raphael as well, although he was more obvious about it.

Yuri felt her slam him against the wall again. A soft yelp escaped his lips and he shuddered in pain, though he still didn't speak. Even if he tried to, he wouldn't be able to. So there he was, sitting in the floor in the hallway and clutching his head, not knowing what to do at all. After a while, he crawled over to Teddy and picked him up, carefully hugging him tightly.

"Mama, would you be mad at me right now?" he mumbled into the fabric of the teddy, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. "Of course you wouldn't... you never were, "You never even gave me a glance... b-but now it doesn't matter anymore, because now you are all mine and I have your undivided attention... maybe it is good you died," he whispered, gently letting go of Teddy and turning Turing the stuffed animal around, placing him in his lap and gazing into his button eyes. "your body might be dead but your still is still with me, no?" he whispered to teddy.

Although he was trying to ignore it, the image of Ethella crying flashed through his mind over and over again. Biting his lip, he finally forced himself to stand up, still shaking slightly. He took a deep breath, and then started up the main staircase, not stopping until he had reached her room.

Hesitantly, he knocked at her door, hugging teddy tightly.

"Yuri?"

The voice was harsh and cold, almost emotionless. Yuri quickly turned around and glanced at his brother, Clarence, upon hearing his name.

"Yuri, where is Viktor? A letter has arrived from the Romanian vampire court..." a look of something edging towards nervous it's flashed through Clarence eyes- it was a rare display if emotion. In his hands, Clarence was holding threeletters, however... not just one. "And one from the Ivanov's in St. Petersburg..." he hesitated, "and the last one is from Omsk, Siberia." he but his lip.

Yuri stared at his brother blankly, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. "O-Omsk?" he asked weakly, looking even paler then usual. His purple eyes wandered to the letter from Omsk and the widened. "F-father..." he whispered in a tiny voice, expression and tone full with fear.

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Character Portrait: Ethella Richmonds Character Portrait: Yuri Ivanov Character Portrait: Andrei Ivanov Character Portrait: Avalon Richmonds Character Portrait: Viktor Ivanov Character Portrait: Clarence Ivanov
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{I was half asleep when i wrote this, so I'm sorry for how crappy it is xD}

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It wasn't until the softness of her bed touched her back that Avalon awoke from her unconscious state. She had obviously been there for a few minutes, seeing as there was no one present in the room, and a tray had been placed on the bedside table, with small sandwiches and a kettle with tea, along with a pitcher of water, and two glasses. The organization of the tray betrayed the person who had delivered it as Shennila, a young adult servant of the brothers, and a close friend of Avalon's. In all honesty, however, there wasn't a single person in the mansion that wasn't a good friend of hers - at least, in her opinion. Who knew if someone that she considered close instead hated her?

She shook her head a bit. Those weren't the type of thoughts that should be milling through her mind in that moment. Instead, she should be focusing on the current ache in her body. She swore that there wasn't a single part of her that wasn't in pain at that moment in time. Although, not every limb had been attacked that day, it still throbbed nonetheless, and there wasn't much that she could do about it.

"Knock knock ..."

The voice was soft, hesitant, and Avalon turned her head to look at the door, which was cracked open and had a familiar face peaking through it. It was the family physician, who had been to her room on many accounts due to her close state with the brothers.

"How are you feeling, Avalon?" the kind man asked, who appeared in his early twenties, yet was undoubtedly decades older than his features bespoke.

"Like I was sent through a garbage disposal and spit out to rot."

The man chuckled and approached her bed after quietly shutting the door behind him. "Well, I hear that you definitely went through something pretty close to that event. From what Viktor has told me, Yuri assaulted you and may have caused a broken arm and a mild concussion?"

A small grimace rose to her lips as she mulled over her reply, the incessant pounding against her skull causing it a bit difficult to think.

"I suppose that that would be correct. My wrist is undoubtedly shattered, my head is throbbing so intensely that I am seeing stars, and my throat hurts from Yuri's attempt at a strangle. Other than that, I did give blood to Master Andrei not too long beforehand, so I have a bit of blood loss, which could also explain the headache," she explained, turning her gaze up to the man, who smiled kindly in reply, his hand lightly patting her uninjured one.

"Don't worry, dear. I'll get you fixed up in no time," he assured her, already reaching for his bag.

It took around an hour for him to perform a full-body evaluation, not in the least awkward for her due to her past check-ins with the doctor, but it left her in nearly more pain than before it had begun. He managed to slip some anesthesia into her bloodstream during the check-up, removing a bit of the pain and giving her a bleary look upon everything, her eyes heavy as she fought off exhaustion. By the time he had finished his check-up and the last thing that he addressed, which was her broken wrist, she was asleep.

The doctor rose, lifting the blanket over Avalon's naked form, her freshly-cast arm elevated upon a pillow, and slipped quietly from the room. It took him mere moments to find one of the brothers, seeing as it would not change much who he told, so long as the message was passed along.

"Avalon should be alright when she awakens, if only a bit sore from what had happened to her. Make sure that someone wakes her every hour on the hour, seeing as she has a mild concussion, and have her take one of these," he began, withdrawing a small bag of pills he had retrieved from the human world, "Each time that she awakens. It will help with the pain and her healing process. "Make sure that she is given enough fluids, and increase her intake of sugar products. After the amount of blood that you took from her, I'm surprised that she was up and walking as soon as she was," he said, a brow raised at the young vampire before him. "Also, don't allow her to even leave her bed for an entire of twenty-four hours, especially to do any chores. I will return in two weeks to look over the cast on her arm and see how healed her wrist is. We may be able to get her out of the cast and into a brace of some sort. Oh, and do not allow anyone to take blood from her, under any circumstances," he said sternly, dropping the bag of pills and the list of everything that he had just told the boy into Andrei's hand. "Take care, Andrei," he said, disappearing down the hallway.




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The knock at Ethella's door sent the girl flailing over the side of her bed, away from the access point to her bedroom. She had been sitting up at that point, sniffling softly to herself and attempting to wipe away the tears. She had failed to do so, only succeeding in smearing what little amount of makeup that she normally wore - just a bit of mascara and lip gloss was all that she owned. The brothers wouldn't allow her to buy makeup, and refused to buy them for her, so the makeup that she did own were gifts from her sister and aunt.

She landed hard on the floor, undoubtedly bruising her bottom, and a foul word escaped her lips - a word that would have gained her a sharp slap to the bum by her sister, had she heard her say it. But she was not present, and therefore could not punish the young girl for muttering the curse.

She knew it would be Yuri who was at that door. She could even hear him conversing with Clarence in the hallway. Straining to hear the words being traded, she managed to catch on at the end of the conversation, the word 'father' sticking out blatantly in her mind.

In all her life, Ethella had not met a person, or vampire, more frightening or cruel then the head of the Ivanov family. One would not think that the father was still alive, from the way that the boys acted and the fact that he hadn't been in their lives for quite some time. The man was terrible, awful, and a complete nuisance to the boys, who would have been better off without him ever being around during their lives while growing up. He had abused Avalon on multiple accounts, in ways that even Ethella could not begin to understand, and had been a hardhearted man towards his sons - especially Yuri. In more than one of her memories, she could recall the boy being placed in the restraints of a straight-jacket, something that frightened even her, although she had never been under the direction of the Head Ivanov's fury.

Now that she thought it over, Yuri had always stepped between her and his father when he did grow angry with her.

Yuri often took the brunt of all of the fury from his father, despite the fact that it was directed at her.

He wasn't a terrible person, but the things that he often did would upset her beyond comprehension. She supposed that that was what being a hormonal, female teenager gained her, but she wished that she could control a bit of it.

Finally rising from her spot on the floor, Ethel trudged across the small room. Her hand paused as it began to rise, and with a small gulp of courage, she flipped the locks and turned the knob, opening the door just enough so that she could peer out into the quiet hallway.

The ominous feel to the air was nearly so thick that she would be able to cut it with a knife.

Clarence, of all the brothers, was the least-threatening, but far more sarcastic and easily-annoyed than the others. He was the only one other than Yuri that did not frighten her beyond belief.

"Yuri?" she mumbled, ignorant of the puffiness of her face, and of why the aura of both vampires was sullen and gloomy. "What do you want, Yuri?" she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper as she slid from her room, shutting the door quietly behind her. "I want to be alone, and you cannot even give me that much. What do you want from me, Yuri?"

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Yuri gulped as he leaned against the wall next to the door in order to steady himself, hugging Teddy tightly. The memories of his father were beyond horrible, and he knew some of his siblings had suffered under him even worse than Yuri himself. He took a deep breath, trying to regain control of his mind and words in order to speak one of the many questions which swirled around in his mind. He opened his mouth several times and then shut it again, his throat feeling thick as more tears threatened to come.

"W-what are the letters about?" Yuri asked quietly, instantly fearing the worst. What if his father would come back home? Without him there, Yuri's life had been paradise... b-but if he did return... Yuri shuddered at the thought, shaking his head a little. He bit his lip. 'No, no, no... he won't be coming back. He has been gone for years... why would he return now?' Yuri thought feebly, trying to convince himself that he never, ever would have to see his father again. Or well, at least he hoped for that... but Clarence totally shattered that tiny ounce of hope he had managed to build up with his reply.

"The first letter," he said, waving the one from Romania, "Is from the Transylvanian Court. It is nothing special- a letter which was sent to all possible heir's to the throne. They demand father, amongst other candidates, attend a council meeting," he waved the first, most formal letter with the prettiest envelope in the air slightly before putting it back on the stash with the others, picking one of th other letters. The one from Omsk. "This leads the fathers letter," Clarence gave a slight sigh and grimace, "He wishes Viktor, as his oldest son, to go with him... which I say could only be expected. However," Clarence grimace became clearer as he waved with the last latter in the air, looking rather annoyed, to be honest. "At the same time..." the black haired vampire trailed off and narrowed his eyes, shaking his head and, pushing past Yuri just as the door opened and Ethella peeked out.

"Why am I even taking this with you?" Clarence muttered to himself, though he was addressing Yuri, "you're just a little child, aren't you? Too dense to even understand what is going on..." the black haired vampire pushed up his glasses and then disappeared down the corridor in hopes to find his older brother, leaving the male vampire and female human on their own.

Yuri did hear what Clarence said about him, or well, only half, but he still wouldn't let it bother him. He quickly wiped his tears and looked at Ethella with his big, purple, innocent eyes. He was still scared because of the knowledge that there was something more about that letter from the father- and the one from St. Petersburg. He was pretty sure that letter could only come from one family- and that was another branch of the Ivanovs. The Ivanovs were a gigantic family, spread out all over the world with high positions everywhere- but their roots were still in Russia. If you zoomed out on the family tree, you would soon notice that Yuri's family was only one tiny little branch of a gigantic tree... but possibly it was the most crooked of them all.

The young vampire grimaced at her words, looking down in shame and sadness. "W-we..." he started, not quite knowing how to continue. Yuri had never been good at being nice or friendly, although he usually used polite language. "Teddy and I came t-to apologize... for our misdeeds," he said, hesitating before he quickly bowed slightly. "I-I don't know...what... why..." he trailed off and shook his head, tears filling his eyes again, "sorry..." he whispered, "we will never hurt your sister again, Teddy and I promise... we really do. W-we won't even look at her anymore... o-or think about her, if that would make you feel better. J-just please, Ethy.... please don't cry or be sad," Yuri whispered in a tiny voice before holding out his stuffed animal to her, smiling weakly- though it was filled with pain. "L-look... Teddy even wants to give you a hug," he said quietly. This was a very rare display... since Yuri would never, ever let anyone other than himself touch Teddy most of the time. The toy was just that precious to him. But, apparently... his friendship with Ethella was even so more important to him.

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"Find her. I want you to find my sister ... And kill her."

"But Miss Nerine-"

"Did I stutter, Xander, or have you begun an outright defiance against your Queen!?"

"N-Never, Miss Nerine. I could never defy you! You are beauty personified!"

A sly smile curled up the lips of the young woman, her dark eyes flashing with malevolence. "Good. Now find my sister and her children ... And kill her. The twins must live, but my sister is to die."

The large room was deadly silent, the inhabitants of it pale and wide-eyed. How were they to react? Were they to listen to the woman, or defy her? If they were to follow her orders, they would therefore kill their beloved Princess. If they refused her wishes, they would die instead.

The first one to speak was the Bonded human to Nerine, who stepped forward, his head held high and his eyes dark with with irritation.

"Did you not hear your Queen? Find the Princess and kill her, and retrieve her children! Now!"

The scurrying of the servants was nearly comical to the young woman, who leaned back in her seat, one leg lifting to dross over the other, her elbow coming to rest on the arm of the throne, her chin dropping onto the back of her hand. Her opposite lifted in the direction of Vane, her bonded mortal, who approached her obediently. The room was once again silent, having been deserted, and as soon as he reached her, Nerine tugged him onto the seat with her, the sixteen-year-old more like that of a loyal dog than a human.

"You were quite the stunning defender, Vane ... You did well defending your Queen ..."

He shivered under the touch of her fingers, which ran across his cheek and down his throat. His head fell back, and for a moment, she simply smiled at the boy.

"What an obedient little human you are ..."

The sex and blood that followed were equal in pleasure and deliciousness.

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I can't ... I can't stop running ... If not for my own sake, then for Diana and Michael's!

Lycoris coughed, the cold evening air causing a shiver to wrack through her body. Her arms huddled the two bundles against her chest, her coat little protection from the chill - something that could undoubtedly cause serious harm to such young infants, even those of the vampire race. One was wailing - from hunger, cold, or both, she did not know, but she could do nothing for either at that moment. Instead, she pushed on, the snowstorm causing great difficulty each time she took a step, the snow weighing down her booted feet.

Why? Why did her sister have to be so cruel? Without Anthony alive, all Hell had broken loose, and now her sister was determined to kill her and take her children. How could someone be so cruel? With her fiance dead, she was no match for Nerine, who only wished to raise the twins as her evil followers, or something along those lines.

A soft sob escaped her lips as Lycia stumbled, clutching the infants more tightly to keep from dropping them.

The words from her closest adviser, Tsune, echoed in her mind.

Follow the trees. Enter them beside the red rock, travel North and only North, and once you reach the end of them, you will find a small village. From there, go a mile into town, take an immediate left, and speak to the man in the third house on your right.

The man had turned out to be a good friend of Tsune's, and had given her food, clothes, and a small car. He also gave her directions to the famous, or so she had been told, infamous, Ivanov Mansion, with the order to speak to Viktor Ivanov, the eldest of the five brothers, and also the kindest.

"Oh, please ... Please do not turn us away," she whispered, burying her face between her twins's bodies. When she looked up again, she could just barely see the looming home that belonged undoubtedly to the Ivanov's.

Thank God she had made it. If she had been forced to travel much longer, she was afraid that she would have collapsed.

It seemed to take her hours to reach the mansion after that, her excitement and joy building with each step, and by the time she reached it, she was more then eager to sleep for hours afterwards. After a bit of adjustment of her hold on the twins, she managed to rap loudly on the front door.

Several moments later, during which time she had managed to quiet Michael, a young woman clad in simple yet beautiful maid's outfit opened the door, a curious expression on her face. The curiosity vanished as soon as her eyes fell on the shivering young woman before her and the two bundles in her arms, and was replaced by worry and fear, undoubtedly for the children's safety.

"My goodness, whatever happened to you?" the girl gasped, opening the door more widely and beckoning for Lycorise to enter, who quickly took advantage of the invitation. "You're nearly purple from the cold, and the clothes you are wearing are incompatible with this weather. Please, follow me. Jezabel! Fetch some tea and blankets for the guest!"

Another maid appeared, gave a nod in reply, and disappeared through a doorway. The one that stood before her turned and gave her a gentle smile.

"My name is Imora. If you would follow me, please, I will settle you in a room where you can warm yourself and the children, and perhaps rest for a while. I will fetch Master Viktor and return shortly. May I ask of your name?" Imora turned, already beginning away, and therefore forcing Lycorise to hurry in order to keep up to speed with the woman.

"Lycorise Dimozi ... My name is Lycorise Dimozi ..."

Imora stopped mid-stride, opened a door, and motioned inside of it, dropping into a small curtsy as she did so. "I will fetch Master Viktor. Jezabel will return momentarily with your tea and blankets."

With that, the girl disappeared from sight, leaving Lycorise alone. She stood there for a moment, but finally, with a slight sigh, made her way into the sitting room, which was quaint, yet welcoming, and extremely warm. She lowered herself to the floor, placing the twins before her. They were gazing our with large, wide eyes, their cheeks rosy from the cold, but otherwise healthy due to the intense bundling of their clothes and blankets. In fact, they seemed a bit warm, she noted after touching their foreheads.

It didn't take her long to remove them from the blankets, during which time Jezabel had come and gone, leaving the trey and blankets for her to do with what she wished. She managed to settle the six-month-olds on a large, fluffy blanket without much trouble, and they settled in to sleep, undoubtedly tired from the occurrences of the day, and their missed naps. She moved down and stretched out beside them, her eyes too growing heavy, and within seconds she was asleep, the infants curled in her embrace.

Imora, however, was hurrying in her search of Viktor, darting from room to room. It was ten minutes after she had admitted the Dimozi woman into the household that she had managed to find the man, who had just recently finished contacting the families' physician in order to assist Avalon - whom she had always seen as sickeningly faithful to the brothers.

"Master Viktor? There is a bit of an emergency ... A young woman arrived with two infants in her arms, claiming to be a Dimozi - one of the Spirit families that is pining for a seat at the Throne? She was quite cold and the babies seemed to be so, also ... I have settled them into your Sitting Room, and Jezabel delivered tea and blankets to them. She was wishing for an audience with you - the subject of which is unknown, but I believe that it would be a good idea to at the very least speak with her," she said softly, dropping into a curtsy as she spoke.




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“Big sisters are fighting again, Vina …”

Rimu sighed, moving the stuffed animal across the floor in an attempt to make it appear as though it were walking. Instead, it made a sliding sound, but the idea of it walking was enough to make her content, a small smile crossing her lips. “I wonder if mommy and daddy will intervene and butt in this time. I hope so, because if they don’t, Nee-Nee’s going to kill Ri-Ri. Nee-Nee’s so spoiled … But don’t tell her I said that, so shh,” she giggled, placing a finger over her lips. She moved the kitty’s head so that it appeared to nod, a satisfied look on the girl’s face. She paused and leaned in close, her ear beside it’s head.

“Oh, yeah, I know! She’s a psycho. I like Ri-Ri so much better. She sings to me. I feel bad, though, because Anthony died and she’s really hurt now, especially since Nee-Nee wants to kill her and take the twins. What a mean sister!”

She paused, turning Vina to look into her face. A serious expression appeared on Rimu’s as a thought arose. “What if I told Nee-Nee that Ri-Ri went to visit grandma and grandpapa? D’you think that she’d believe me?” She gasped after a moment, a giggle exploding from her, causing her to flop backwards and toss Vina in the air, catching her in a light grip. “I know, she’d be silly to believe that. But you’ll always be there for me, won’t’chu Vina?” She bloomed into another smile, hugging the stuffed kitty to her chest. “I knew that I could count on you!”




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“W-we … Teddy and I came t-to apologize... for our misdeeds ..”

He was apologizing? Apparently people who claimed the impossible cannot be done would be incorrect, because the only times that she could remember Yuri apologizing, were when he would accidently bite or push her down.

"I-I don't know...what... why…sorry…we will never hurt your sister again, Teddy and I promise... we really do. W-we won't even look at her anymore... o-or think about her, if that would make you feel better. J-just please, Ethy.... please don't cry or be sad …”

Her tears had already dried, but she sniffed a bit at the reminder of her sorrow, one hand lifting to rub at her eye. She looked up at him, her green eyes wide, swollen, pink, and damp from crying. Ethel was quiet throughout his apology, her finger curling and uncurling without her conscious control.

When he held out Teddy to her, however, she was struck speechless, not merely from her own wishes to remain quiet, but from the utter surprise that instilled her. Yuri never allowed anyone to touch his stuffed animal. Even she had only done so a few times during her life.

"L-look... Teddy even wants to give you a hug…”

Ethella stared at the stuffed animal for several long moments. Finally, she looked up at him, accepting Teddy and clutching him to her chest, his face pressed against her cheek. She snuggled him for a moment before, out of nowhere, she threw herself forward, her arms wrapping around his neck and her face cuddling into his shoulder.

“… I accept your apology … But don’t hurt Avy again, okay?” she said softly, tightening her embrace, Teddy dangling from her finger tips against his back. She leaned away slightly, her nose touching his, for they were still that close to one another. “She’s my big sister, and I don’t want her to be hurt. Besides … Jealousy isn’t a nice feeling,” she mumbled, her green gaze turned downward.




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Was this a dream, or had Master Andrei truly just kissed her cheek?

No matter how intensely she willed her eyes to open, they wouldn't follow her commands, and it didn't take long for her to realize that this was, in fact, reality. The heavy feel of the blankets told her as much, but she could not move. Perhaps whatever drugs the physician had given her, had inadvertently rendered her incapable of moving ... Or perhaps that had been his intention. Who knew with that old man ...

"Tell me, Avalon ........ Tell me sweet little doll ......... What is the point of life ... If all God has to give us is pain?"

Whether it was the gentile nickname for her, the way that his voice gave off a sorrowful tone, or the question itself, something about it pierced her heart. It went out to him, the fingers of her unbroken arm curling against the mattress. It wasn't until he had been gone for nearly five minutes that she was able to move.

Avalon had heard everything the doctor had said, and found it ridiculous that she would need to remain bedridden for so long. Yes, she was exhausted, and yes, she wasn't truly able to think straight, due to the drugs that he had slipped into her system, but it was her decision if and when she would leave her bed. And the decision had come to that moment being now.

It was a slow progression from laying to standing, and by the time that she was on her feet, she was exhausted. However, she couldn't quit when she was only just starting - besides, Andrei deserved an answer, even if it made her sick to her stomach to stand. She pulled a robe on over her naked, bandaged body, along with an extra blanket, which she held together with one hand.

Who knew that walking could be so difficult? It was hard for her to even leave her room, and even more difficult for her to traverse the hallway, peeking into each doorway as she did so.

When she heard the water running in the bathroom that was connected to his room, she hesitated. What if she walked in on him in the nude? Not that she hadn't done so before, so there was nothing that she hadn't already seen - in truth, she had seen all of the brothers without clothes, having had the misfortune to dare to enter their rooms early in the mornings. She had learned long before to knock before entering, but with the water running, it was doubtful that Andrei would hear her. After a moment of thought, she wrapped her fingers around the knob of the door, turned it, and slid inside.

"Master Andrei?" she called quietly, her hand lifting up to her blanket once more, the rub of the sling against her neck annoying her ever-so-slightly. She shut the door quietly behind her, moving further into the room. It was empty, but steam was curling out from the half-open door to his bathroom, and the familiar sound of water pattering against flooring reached her ears.

Bundling up all of the courage that she could manage, she made her way to the bathroom, pausing just outside the door.

"Master Andrei?" she called, a bit more loudly than before. She frowned, her expression uncertain, before she leaned in just enough to see inside.

"... The point of life is to live it to the fullest. Even in times of great despair, there is always something that you can find happiness in. No matter how difficult something may seem, you need only to find your motivation to continue going, and push right on through the barrier that stands in your path. Whether it is an inanimate object or not, you need to find that one thing, or person, that you can depend on for joy and happiness. And once you do, all of those heartaches and heartbreaks make sense. They were leading you up to you meeting that one thing or person that gives you the peace and love that you have been seeking - and it makes all of that pain worth it," she said quietly, her fingers curling around the door. Halfway through her speech, she had turned around so that her back was pressed against the door, her uninjured hand flattening against the door itself. "And there's sex," she joked, a slight smile twitching at her lips. "Sex helps with all of that, too," she laughed softly, her face turned slightly downward. "Oh, I forgot ... You are not very experienced with the art of sex, now are you? How long has it been since you took a woman? Seven months?" she teased, humor obvious in her features. "Why, you are practically a virgin in your mind!" she laughed.

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After several more minutes of searching for his brother, Clarence finally found Viktor in his study, looking as though he was working on some kind of paperwork. Arching an eyebrow, the black haired vampire sauntered over to him, wandering what was going on. Usually Clarence did most of the paperwork, unless it was directly involving the 'head' of the family. Since their father was still alive, Viktor technically wasn't the head of the family just yet, but every blood vampire in Eastmoor saw him as such, including the five Ivanov brothers. Even Viktor, who usually wasn't very bold of personality, took this role seriously.

"Brother," Clarence said sternly, placing down the letters beside the document Viktor was currently reading through, "Word from father, your soon-to-be father in law and the main court has reached us... I suggest you read the letters. Father wishes you to go to Romania with him," he informed his elder brother, grimacing, "however, these events mean your arranged wedding with our dearest cousin will... have to be canceled," Clarence chuckled coldly, straightening up again and starting towards the door.

Viktor stared at the letters for a moment, arching an eyebrow. "Truly... what a shame I won't get to marry the bride of my dreams, then," he said, a sarcastic undertone in his voice. He'd sooner elope with a human than marry that stuck up bitch (sorry for the language, but that is truly what he thought of her). Despite this, however, his voice remained calm. Even as his twin mentioned what his father wanted of him, and a wave of uneasiness at the thought of seeing his father again washed over him, he maintained his seemingly calm state. Viktor drew a deep breath and then sighed, opening the first one of the letters; the one from Omsk, and starting to eye through it. "So good to know our old man still cares enough to send a letter... so many years later," he said, again, his voice filled with sarcasm. He was tired from the audience with the spirit vampire and things like this were really the last one he needed. Added to that, he hadn't fed on real blood for two days, and drinking from Avalon now was out of question. He wanted to refrain from taking blood from any other maid... mainly because he had a very refined blood taste, and disliked the blood of most of them. No, he didn't just dislike the blood. He couldn't stomach most of the blood types. It just so happened Avalon was one of the few who had the right one... and it seemed that Arcadia girl did too.

The lack of blood lately did leave its mark on him, though. It had been become especially evident earlier when he had lost control of himself and barged into that inn. Never again would he let such a thing occur. It was a disgrace to his family, not to mention humiliating in the end. However, he did want to find that girl from before. No, he didn't just want to find her, he wanted to make her his.

"Very," Clarence agreed, a look of amusement flashing through his otherwise cold, blood red eyes. Placing his hand on his elder brothers shoulder, Clarence tilted his head, a small smile twitching on his lips. "Viktor, if you'd like I could always accompany you. Maybe father would be easier to stand with the both of us there, what do you say?"

Viktor arched an eyebrow and brushed away his younger brothers hand from his shoulder, standing up. "Since when are you so kind, Clarence? Do you suddenly take me for an idiot?" he asked, crossing the room and shaking his head, gazing out the window and at the world outside. It seemed it had gotten warmer since before, as it was now raining heavily. "I would be a fool not to know you are as false as intelligent, and as sly as false... how am I to know you won't just stab me when we're all alone?"

Clarence chuckled, a look of amusement still evident on his features. "Viktor... how could you even think such of thing of your beloved brother, hmmm? Don't you think you're being a bit harsh on me now? I would never do such a thing... " Clarence said, almost sarcastically. "But that is not it. There are more reasons you want not only be, but Raphael to stay, aren't I'm right?" the young, black haired vampire asked, tilting his head and stuffing his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the pillar in the middle of the room.

"You don't want any of us there because you know we are both interested in becoming the next king, no? And although you don't actually feared my twin, you do fear me... you think I have some plan in mind, am I not right?" Clarence asked, a lazy but sly smile lighting up his features.

Viktor sighed, tracing the glass of the window with his pale finger. "It seems I will never be able to hide anything from you, no, little brother?" he asked, a tiny smile twitching on his lips as he turned around to face Clarence. He looked as though he was about to say something more, but just as he opened his mouth to speak, a maid knocked on the door and then entered.

The young lord's brows furrowed as she listened to her request about him going and see... a spirit vampire. Another spirit vampire? Why did all spirit vampires try to find him now? It was sickening, annoying, disturbing... and he honestly didn't feel like dealing with this right then at all. Not only that, but it was already starting to get late again. Or well, at least they had reached afternoon.

Yawning and then sighing in annoyance as he let the maid finish, he nodded his head, forcing himself to simply remain calm. "Very well," he finally said, keeping the distaste he felt out of his voice, "then show the way. This better be quick, though. I honestly have no time for this," Viktor stated with a slight shake of his head.



Andrei sat on the bed in his room for quite a while and just stared at nothingness, looking lost in his thoughts. His headphones were back in his ears and music was once more playing loudly. Now, however, it was soft and sad songs that filled his ears and head, instead of the noisy stuff he had been sleeping to before.

Then, about twenty minutes later, he finally pulled the headphones out of his ears and tossed his MP3 player onto his bed and then stood up. He yawned and sighed sadly before starting to pull off his clothes, slowly, for he was feeling tired as usual and in general did everything rather slowly. When he was done, he opened the door to his bathroom and stepped inside, not bothering to shut the door behind him. No one would come into his room anyways... unless he fell asleep and some maid worried about him again, which resulted in having someone drag him out of the bathtub. Yes, that had already happened several times. He blushed slightly at the thought and lazily racked his fingers through his golden hair before stepping into the bathtub, closing the shower curtains and turning on the water.

He let out a shuddering gasp as he felt the icy water run across his pale skin. He didn't like showing in cold water, but usually it helped to keep him awake. If possible, he would like to avoid embarrassing things like being dragged out of the tub, so he usually showered in cold water, with hopes that he wouldn't sleep then. However, before he knew it, Andrei had already gotten used to the water and was starting to drift off into a slumber... leaning his forehead against the wall so that is back was facing the curtains.

Therefor, Andrei missed about everything she said. Just as she finished comforting him, Andrei subconsciously let out a loud snore. The nuzzle had fallen from his hands and was now laying on the floor of the bathtub, icy water spraying onto his feet.

"Sex helps with all of that, too," she laughed softly, her face turned slightly downward. "Oh, I forgot ... You are not very experienced with the art of sex, now are you? How long has it been since you took a woman? Seven months?" she teased, humor obvious in her features. "Why, you are practically a virgin in your mind!"

Andrei's eyes snapped wide open and a bright blush crept across his cheeks. He wasn't just a virgin in his mind, he actually WAS a virgin in body too. Obviously embarrassed by her words, he pulled away the curtains and stepped back out of the bathtub after turning off the water. He didn't bother getting dressed and tried to shove the door open, quickly noticing her weight against it. Scowling, he contented himself with shoving it open enough for him to stick out his head and then looked at her in annoyance, his cheeks still flushed.

"D-don't joke about stuff like that!" he snapped before pausing and frowning. "Besides, weren't you supposed to stay in bed or something? Honestly... you will never get better if you don't rest. Besides, if you don't, I can't drink any of your delicious blood anymore... that would be a shame," he said with a sigh, "and who would cook and clean for me, huh?" he asked, shaking his head. "You're quite the troublesome maid, aren't you, Avalon?"

(Yuri and Raphael will be next... :3)