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Gray Morlock

"I don't believe in love at first sight. Only love at first bite"

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a character in “Blutsband”, as played by Amori_Sasaki

Description

Name: Gray Morlock
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Blood Vampire
Family: The Morlocks, a rich family among Blood Vampires. Have some nobility from their wealth.

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Personality: Gray comes across calm and polite. He has a very laid back attitude and only get extremely angry when people push it. He is often out and never really comes home. He blood lust is very high and he drinks from a lot of humans. Most of his victims being girls as he seduces them with his devilish charm and good looks. He is very seductive towards humans but not with other vampires. He isn't a really nice vampire and treats others poorly but for some odd reason vampires are drawn to him and try to be his friend. When you look at him something about him screams don't mess with me or I'll beat you to a pulp. He can be pretty violent because he is a very sadistic and goes kind of syco when killing. Although he only acts like this towards humans and only pulls these stunts at night, usually somewhere secluded and dark. He wears all dark clothing usually dark jeans and black hoodies. None of the vampire know about his syco sadistic side and is never caught breaking the rules. But he breaks them a lot. He is very charming and can drive almost any girl head over heels in love with him and something about him is very dark and mysterious. It doesn't show but he actually wants to help other and a little tiny part of his heart is sad of what he has become. And deep down he is in love with someone special...

Sexual Orientation: Hetero sexual

Likes:
-Human blood
-dark clothing
-music
-guitar
-the night
-dark alleyways
-seducing
-seeing others in pain

Dislikes:
-spiritual vampires
-being in large groups
-his parents
-rules

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Biographic History:
Gray was born into the Morlock family, one of the richest Blood Vampire families. He was very cheerful and ful of life as a kid. He went to normal school wearing contact lenses to hide his crimson red eyes and was told not to talk much or talk quietly so his fangs didn't show. He never really liked his parents though, they had a little bit of nobility because of their wealth, he always had to come to the noble meetings with his parents as he is the future heir to the wealth of the Morlocks. In a way he wanted this wealth so he had a bit of power because all of his life he's felt like nothing. He had a loved his uncle a lot, even though his uncle wasn't very fond of him because he took the heir to the wealth from him. But his uncle would always play with and teach him things. He also looked almost exactly like his uncle and had the same personality As he grew older into his teenage years he noticed that he had extremely good looks according to the girls at the private high school he attended. He always got love letter and things of that sort, he soon discovered he could use his looks for getting blood so he would seduce the girls at his high school for blood. He would drain them of all of their blood until they died so word didn't get spread of around that he was a vampire. After that he soon became sadistic and just enjoyed killing humans not only for their blood but for amusement. It made him feel strong. After finishing high school he found out that his uncle was killed by an insane spiritual vampire, that's when his hate for spiritual vampires started. He lives with his parents in the Morlock mansion but is not seen there often.


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Appearance
Hair Color: Black hair
Eye Color: Crimson Red
Weight: 135 lb
Hight: 6'1
Brief Appearance Description:
Gray has short jet black hair that's a little messy and his bangs go just over his eyes. He his crimson eyes glow depending on how strong his blood lust is at the moment. They glow extremely bright when he is drinking blood or when he is angry. He has a slender lean build and is quite tall. His skin is very pale almost white but strangely he never gets sunburned. He wears all dark clothing, usually dark jeans and black hoodies sported with black shoes. His mouth is dripping with blood almost every night until he gets home and washes it off. He is very attractive and charming looking. Everything about him is downright seductive.

So begins...

Gray Morlock's Story

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Gray walked swiftly along the snow covered streets of the town surrounded in the darkness of the night. The lamp posts being the only source of light. They gleamed with rays of light that showed the snow flakes falling down and landing daintily on the ground. He didn't have any problem walking through the snow. His eyes glowing a bright crimson red as he scanned the streets for victims. Strangely enough, nobody ever notice his crimson eyes. He kept casually looking around and found a girl by the bus stop looking a little lost. He realized that she went to high school with him. Perfect he thought to himself smirking a little. He approached.

"My, my. I haven't see you since high school, Jessica" he said getting a bit too close for comfort to her and started his seducing act. She blushed a little and told him she was lost because she took the wrong bus. "Well, I can show you the way to the right bus stop" he said very charmingly and tipped her chin up ever so slightly so her eyes met his. She blushed and agreed to let him lead her to the "bus stop". He walked her with her to the other side of town and the farther they got, the darker it was becoming. She questioned him a few times about where they were going, "Don't you worry a thing, everything... is... perfectly... fine" he said in an irresistible tone getting closer to her face with every word and their noses almost touched. But he had a devilish smile on his face. They got to the other side of town that was nearly pitch black. He smirked and his crimson eyes glowed in the darkness. "You know, Jessica, something about you is so... appetizing" he said with an evil grin on his face. She tried running but he grabbed her and took her into a pitch black secluded alley way. The only thing you could see were his fiery eyes.

He smashed her onto a wall and held her hand over her head so she couldn't do anything. He leaned in very close to her face and spoke very seductively, almost sounding hypnotic. "You are going to be very delicious" he said and moved his head to your neck. He opened his mouth revealing his sharp fangs and pierced her neck deep and started drinking her blood. She was screaming very loudly so he took his pale hand and covered her mouth. He kept drinking and drinking the smooth sweet blood out of her neck and into his mouth. He hit a veins causing the blood to flow faster and it overflowing down the sides of his mouth. After a while she stopped screaming and passed out. He continued drinking until she was drained and dead. He then took his teeth out of her neck and smiled sadistically with the blood dripping down his mouth. He ran back to the Morlock mansion to get washed up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dang it!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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A small smile of mild amusement flashed across Viktor's face as the other vampire kicked him to the ground. He made no attempt to fight back, but instead simply pushed Grey away from him, and stood up, looking down at him with an expression which was a mixture between contempt and pity. "Truly... but someone like you does not deserve such fine blood," Viktor replied calmly, his bright red eyes alight, "besides, she was mine far before any of you even had any notion of her existence..." for a moment sadness flashed through his eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it had shown, and was replaced by another, far stranger look.

"She was mine the moment my lips touched hers," he mused softly, flashing Grey a small yet not very kind smile. "So keep your filthy paws off her, will you?" Viktor continued, tilting his head to the side and watching the vampire, waiting for his reaction. Viktor had no idea if he actually cared more about this human than others or not, not anymore... but he knew that he once had. The memories were faint and not complete, but they absolutely were there. He couldn't have been older than six when they met the first time... and eight the last.

A soft, sad chuckle escaped his lips at the memories of her leaning in on her and gently kissing her lips, promising her that he would find a way for them to be together forever and ever... before his father dragged him away. Childish and foolish those dreams now were to Viktor, but the human was his nonetheless. Maybe he wouldn't kill her. Maybe he would just keep her as a pet... but she was his. She had promised him that... he winced slightly... just as he had promised he was hers. Viktor looked slightly sickened by the so bittersweet memories. Had it really been that sugary sweet back then? Gosh what he whimpy child he had been. For a moment, Viktor was disgusted by himself. However, then he had to remind himself that his child self wasn't there anymore. There was only Viktor Ivanov... the head of the Ivanov family and rightful heir of the throne. Besides, there was no chance in the world he would hook up with a human. His hand had already been promised to somebody else. It had been ever since he was a little child.

"Or otherwise I will have no choice but to battle you... and I would rather refrain from such vulgar acts. It is just childish and I have no time for such idiocy... understood?"

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As Gray heard the insults coming from Viktor's mouth he got angrier and angrier. Someone like you does not deserve such fine blood. Keep your filthy paws off of her. Who the hell does he think he is? Out of anger he grabbed Viktor now by his shirt collar he eyes glowing a very bright crimson red. "You take all those disgusting words back you bastard!" he said in an angry tone and punched him hard, sending him to the ground.

He saw a sad expression on his face, but not towards him. It seemed as though he was lost in his own thoughts. "Wake up!' he said annoyed not wanting to have to deal with him. He awaited his response that made Gray look immature. Dammit! he cursed in his mind. "I don't wish to fight you Viktor, but saying such rude things to me, will trigger my temper" he said a little more calmly but disgusted at Viktor.

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Victor didn't give even a squeak ad she was punched to the ground after having been lifted by his shirt collar. He just stared at Gray and listened to him silently. When he stopped speaking, Victor said softly, still sitting in the snow. "Are we quite finished yet, Mr. Morlock?" he asked, gazing up at him with an emotionless expression, before he started standing up. This was nothing compared to the beatings he would suffer daily from his father- or what he sometimes had to take from Raphael when his brother totally lost control of himself. It did hurt, but the pain was bearable.

"Forgive me for insulting you, Morlock," he repeated the words he had used for Albert's mother. "I do not seem to be quite myself, today... I know part of the fight is my fault, I shouldn't have acted the fool... once again, forgive me. If there is anything I could do for you to make up for my mistakes, please tell me..." he said smoothly, though with a tinge of shame in his voice and expression. If that now were his true feelings or not... was most likely very hard to tell. Hell, I don't even know.

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Eve nodded her head and turned around, starting to walk out, though sopping right before she was all the way outside. "Thank you, miss... goodnight, miss," she said quietly before shutting the door again behind her, and then starting down the staircase. It didn't take her long to reach the couch, and about the same time as her head hit the soft fabric beneath her, Eve fell asleep. And, for the first time in ages, she wasn't actually having any nightmares. The familiar curled up by the little girls side, a soft purring sound coming from him and he snuggled up against Eve and then started falling asleep too... although one of his eyes always remained open. It was in order to keep some kind of control of his surroundings... even if he was sleeping. Because... who knew what all could happen if he let down his guard? Maybe Eve trusted this woman and her beast- but Draco did not.

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Gray looked down on him while he apologized. Seeing him sit in the snow, anger still coursing through him but making sure it didn't show. I never understood the Ivanovs, he thought to himself and then finally spoke in a calmer tone. "Yes, we are done Viktor" he said and starred at him for a second. "I am sorry for losing my temper, I shouldn't have resorted to violence" he said outstretching his hand and helping Viktor up off the snow covered ground.

"Let's forget about this little incident" he said once Viktor got to his feet. He put his hands in his pockets and looked to the side getting a little bored. He had calmed down a bit now, but he was hungry. He had only had a taste of that girl's sweet, addicting blood. Maybe I should have taken a longer drink. I haven't had blood like that in a while, he thought to himself as he wished he feasted on her longer.
"Well it's been a pleasure running into you, let's meet again soon" he said a little too politely making him sound fake. "I should go" he said and finally walked in the direction of the alleyways, hunting for a snack. But it wouldn't be as good as that little taste he had of the girl's blood