Yuri sighed happily as she ran her hand through his hair, shutting his eyes and simply enjoying the sensation. He liked being close to her like this, and being fussed over and all that. It was something he had lacked in his childhood, something he was trying so hard to achieve. All he wanted was to be loved, and he knew that his brothers didn't love him. Then one who possibly cared at least a little, was Viktor. But caring and loving wasn't the same thing. His oldest brother cared about him because he saw it as his duty as the head of the family. Clarence just liked to pick on him, and Raphael did not have such obligations as Victor regarding the youngest in the family. Andrei... didn't give a damn because he never did. And well... their father hadn't really cared about Yuri either. Neither had his mother, but he disliked thinking of the past like that. Besides, his mother had no choice but loving him now... even if she was dead. Yuri knew that Avalon didn't love him either, but it felt good being so close to someone.
His smile widened as she hugged him back and he opened his eyes again, smiling up at her sweetly. However, as she started speaking about not only being there for him, but all of his brothers, Yuri's smile slowly faltered and his expression darkened. This was her maid, he had decided... and he hated the thought of having to share her with anybody else. It was given that she would never leave, would never be capable of leaving... but she would still belong to all of them. Well, at least until either all of the brothers but one had moved out, or the others were dead... or, the worst case scenario for Yuri... one of his older brothers had claimed her as theirs through love. He would have no chance against that, because... who would a little brat like him? No one.
His expression went even darker as she stepped from his embrace and made him let go. Yuri's arms fell back to his side, and a few strands of his purple hair fell into his eyes, obscuring his cloudy look slightly. The childish teen couldn't have cared less about the insults, not right then, but he couldn't bare the thought of her denying him AND having to share her with his brothers. Somehow, he would have to make her HIS. He tightened his grip of Teddy and hugged him to his chest, shaking his head.
"No..." he said darkly, flatly. "No, I am not alright with that at all. You will play with me NOW. Somebody else can make dinner..." he said sharply, his voice low. It wasn't the voice of a child he usually used. It was the voice of a growing teenager, one soon to be man... it was a voice similiar to his own fathers, and it was filled with authority.
Then, suddenly his head snapped up, Yuri's purple hair falling out of his face and his eyes wide, a crazed look flashing through them. "NO!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, "I DON'T WANT TO PLAY WITH YOUR SISTER; I WANT TO PLAY WITH YOU, NOW!" his voice was filled with desperation and rage- but pain too. Without any further warning, he charged at her in an attempt to tackle her down to the floor.
Once she was done, he roughly turned her around onto her back and then crouched down over her, straddling her between his knees and wrapping his thin hands around her throat. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!" he snapped, gazing at her with a strange look in his purple eyes, "WHY?! WHY WOULD YOU SAY YOU CARE ABOUT ALL OF US?! WHY WOULDN'T YOU JUST LOVE ONLY ME!" he roared, tears springing to his eyes and starting to roll down his pale cheeks, "W-why won't you play with me?" he asked, his voice becoming slightly gentler as he let go of her throat. He hadn't held her that tightly, so surly it would have been uncomfortable, but it wouldn't have been too serious. "W-why...why won't you play with me?" he asked in a soft sob, grasping hold of her shoulders and this time very tightly. "Why, Avalon? Why do you pretend to care about me? If you truly did care, then you wouldn't love the others... y-you wouldn't let Andrei do this to you," he whispered, carefully letting go of her shoulder with one of his hands, while still clasping the other one tightly.
With a shaking hand, he carefully let his fingers run over the bite would on her neck, shaking his head slightly. "Why, Avalon?" he asked in a desperate whisper, more tears rolling down his cheeks as he leaned closer to her, grasping hold of her shoulders with both his hands again. He leaned down, so that his lips were only inches away from her neck, almost as though he was going to bite her... when he suddenly moved his head back up again and looked at her carefully. '
"Y-you're mine, Avalon... you're not allowed to love anyone else, because you're mine... WHEN WILL YOU GET IT INTO YOUR THICK SKULL?!" his voice had switched from hopeless sobbing to another rage filled scream within seconds, as had the look in his eyes. He tightened his grip of her shoulders even further before bursting into more tears and slowly reverting back to a ever so slightly calmer state again. "Please play with me now..." he whispered, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Please? I-if you don't... I will break," he said quietly, leaning down closer to her again. Now his face was only inches apart from hers. "Teddy and I will break, don't you understand? B-because... because we love you," he whispered before gently pressing his lips against hers, relaxing his crushing grip of her shoulders.
Victor arched an eyebrow as Grey suddenly burst into the room and started throwing annoyances and insults about him. His mouth twitching slightly in irritation of the Gray boy's terrible manners, he forced himself to keep focusing on the disgusting spirit vampire instead. Viktor could not understand how the creatures dared call themselves vampires, when they didn't even drink the blood of their victims... like vampires SHOULD.
He sighed at her words, grimacing slightly before giving a nod of his head. "Very well," he said, hesitatiing before he continued, "I... will take your word for it. It is true that we are skilled in hunting, I shall so that that it is done..." he trailed off and glanced at Murlock, a slight, diplomatic smile flitting across his lips, "and if you would like to join the hunt, I would be more than willing to let you..." he said, keeping his voice synced to his expression. Calm and diplomatic, but nothing more than that.
"Farewell, my lady..." he said as he politely as he watched the spirit vampire and her servant leave, refraining from showing the repulsion he felt. Honestly, at least we killed most of our victims quickly, many of us even painlessly. But she? She kept them around and drained them of their life and energy, slowly, surely, but still. Shaking his head at the notion, he thought of their servants. Well, okay... so maybe they drained some of them slowly- but at the very least there was pleasure in it for them too. The spirit vampires just took and never gave anything back... that was where the two races differed, or at least that was how Viktor viewed it all.
Turning his attention to Murlock, he cleared his throat and arched an eyebrow. "Now, where in the world did your manners go? You barge into one house after the other... honestly. Maybe you should change your name to 'Stalker'," Viktor shook his head, folding his arms over his chest. "If it would not be too much to ask for, I would like you to leave... now." he said, politely but sternly.
Viktor suddenly glanced towards the door when the sound of someone yelling reached him. He had heard it faintly a few times before- but being used to it and having more important things to think of at the moment, he had payed his brothers screams no heed. Now, however, he was sure something was going on. Viktor really didn't wish to leave Murlock alone in his manner, but seeing as something was clearly happening in another corner of the house, he saw no other choice.
With a sigh, she started towards the noise, his walk brisk and his expression bemused.
It darkened even further when he saw the scene unfold before him: his younger brother leaning over the maid, yelling something before....
Yuri yelped as something suddenly grasped hold of his hair- or rather someone.
"That is quite enough of your shenanigans, Yuri," Viktor said flatly, pulling the younger vampire away from the maid before slapping him hard across the cheek. Then he grasped hold of the boys neck and rammed his back against the wall. "You have gone to far, Yuri!" he scolded the boy, shaking his head as he let go, watching the child sink down along the wall, sobbing softly as he cowered from his from his brother.
Yuri's purple eyes were wide in pure fear, the cold gaze in Viktor's eyes scaring him more than anything. It reminded him of their fathers- it was so much like their fathers. Shakily, he pulled up his legs to his chest and hugged his knees tightly, still sobbing softly and averting Viktor's eyes- though he could still feel them burn into him. "I-I'm sorry..." he whispered, his voice tiny and hardly more than a whisper. His cheek was red from the slap and his back was aching terribly. All Yuri wanted right then was to grasp hold of teddy and run to hide somewhere... but he had dropped Teddy to the floor as he tackled her, and besides that, he was too scared to move at all.
Viktor snorted and didn't reply to his younger brother, his pale red eyes filled with rage. Shaking his head, he crouched down by Avalon's side and carefully helped her sit up. His expression softened slightly. "How are you feeling?" he asked. It is true that he views humans as nothing more than food, but that doesn't mean he likes seeing them being mistreated... his servants were to him like maybe a dog would be to you. They were one step above the average 'only food' humans.