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Viktor Ivanov

"As the oldest one of the Ivanov brothers... and the one who's ancesters were the founders of Eastmoor; I should be the one to inherite the throne!"

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a character in “Blutsband”, as played by Gladis

Description

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Name: Viktor Ivanov
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Blood Vampire
Family: Andrei, Yuri, Clarence and Raphael- Brothers

Personal
Personality: Being the oldest of the Ivanov family, he often feels he is the one who has to take responsibility for his brothers. Some would call this sweet, but he just sees it as his duty. Although having inherited more of his fathers looks than anyone of the five brothers, Viktor is a much softer and more lenient person regarding his own family. He cares for them, and does everything he can to keep them safe and out of harm- even if most of them don't give a damn about what he does. When it comes to how he views humans; he sees them but nothing more than food. As he often is the one to bring home humans to use as feeders, he is also usually the one who has to deal with the questions. He doesn't feel sorry about killing humans to survive, and this is what he will tell them. "Would you feel sorry for eating a calf or pork or even a plant? How do you know they don't have thoughts and feelings? You don't, but still you don't pity them. So why should I pity you?" As you can see, this side of him is rather cold. At the same time he can seem positive and happy (happier than most of his brothers). He loves to be outdoors and take part of every kinds of physical activities. He doesn't mind the sun much, even if it makes him nauseated and he easily gets hurt by it, and spends as much time in it as he can- without damaging himself too much. When he wants to, he can be quite charming and does gest by perfectly by flirting his way to whatever he currently wishes to achieve.
Sexual Orientation: Hetrosexual
Likes: Sports and any kind of physical activities, The Outdoors, Clocks, Vodka, The Russian language, The colors gold and green, Blood, Summer and Spring, Nighttime, Darkness, Sophistication, Books, School, Strawberries and Chilly.
Dislikes: His stepmother, Cartoons, Slobs, Lazy People, Rudeness, Fighting, Liars and Lies, People who think they know it all, Disloyalty, Spirit Vampires and Music and Art without quality.
Biographic History: The Ivanov Family were related to the queen, and have resided in Eastmoor for as long as the town has existed- they were the ones to found it. However, before they came here they were Russians, and have married vampires from Russia and Romania to keep the blood vampire line pure. Currently, the Ivanov family is consisting of five brothers, although only three of them truly seem to be interested in claiming the throne. Sadly for them, there are others who now stand a better chance on succeeding with that. Anyhow, the five brothers are known to be a sadistic, not to mentioned a feared bunch. To most they are a mystery, as few of them ever leave the house, and that too, does not happen often. There are rumors that they kidnap humans and use them as slaves, blood sources and servants but... who knows if it is true? No one who ever went to investigate... returned alive.

Being the oldest in this family, Viktor has always felt a certain responsibility for his younger brothers. Especially after his both his father and mother passed away before they had grown up. It all began with Viktor's mother, who died giving birth to Andrei. At the time, Viktor was only one year old. After that his cruel father remained to take care of him and his brother. Viktor has to admit, his childhood wasn't an easy one... but he has always kept his head high and looked into the future, refusing to getting stuck in the past. Therefor, he has always seemed rather dedicated and ambitious. However, shortly only a year after Viktor's mothers death, his father had already remarried. Yeva was far crueler and spitefuller than his father, and if there was anyone who treated Viktor truly badly, it was her. However, he endured it for the sake of his new younger half brothers; Raphael, Clarence and later Yuri. When Viktor reached the age of twelve, his their father mysteriously disappeared. A year later, Yeva was murdered by her own son, Raphael, and ever since the brothers have been left to their own devices.

Appearance
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Pale Red
Weight: 76 kg
Hight: 189 cm
Brief Appearance Description: Viktor is tall and lean, not to mention that many view him as handsome. He has longish pale brown hair and pale brown eyes. Due to his activity in sports and such, Viktor has a good body built. He often wears tidy looking, although not always formal clothing; usually fit for going outside. He is of normal weight, unlike his Yuri. He always wears a broach of his family seal attached to his chest. It is a family heirloom, and resebles a snake strangling a lion.

So begins...

Viktor Ivanov's Story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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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

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

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

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

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

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Snow gathered on top of James' dark chestnut hair, melting slowly, leaving him feeling cold and wet. Standing before the enormous Gothic manor, James held to his stoically blank face as his mistress tapped her foot impatiently.

"These bloods!" She spat, "Making a woman of my status wait for this long is inexcusable..." she continued to rant off to herself, clearly not speaking to James, such conversation was never done with him.

James was accompanying the Duchess and her entourage on yet another political move, and to Jame's astonishment it was once again a blood that she was seeking to involve herself with.

The feud between the bloods and the spirit vampires spanned back longer than James could ever discover. Spending large amounts of time in the duchess's numerous libraries. Jame's had put a lot of time into understanding his enemy. As far as the scholars could tell, the feud began early in the two vampire races' existences. Some postulated that it was the result of competition over the human food source, others claimed that it was over territory. However, all the scholars agree that at least at one point in history, the feud escalated due to a blood feeding on a spiritus's bond. Since that point conspiring with a blood vampire in anything has been not only frowned upon but looked upon as being the epitome of disgust.

James knew that the Vontessa was not stupid, if she was meeting like this in the open, then she must have something, something big. The question is what?

Finally, the massive door opened, a butler dressed in all black bowed low ushering the group into the entrance way. The mansion was every bit as extravagant as Vontessa's own, though it was quickly apparent that the style of the blood vampires was markedly different than the spiritus. Dark crimson curtains adorned much of the walls and windows. Elegant tapestries and heirlooms decorated the high walls covering everything all the way up to the massively vaulted ceilings. Magnificent paintings glorifying the ancient bloodlines lined the halls.

James sneered the outrageous opulence of it all. It was gaudy to his eyes, one look at the duchess said she felt the same. James grimaced internally at the shared sentiment quickly dropping his eyes to study the floor, in an attempt to occupy his mind.

The butler motioned for them to follow him as he lead them down a dark hallway into a sitting room. "My Lord, Vicktor Ivanov, will be with you shortly, he apologizes for his delay, there were internal matters he had to attend to." Bowing again the butler took his leave.

The duchess frowned impatiently at his departure. "He had better not be long..." she complained, though for all her complaints she made no move to leave.

A few moments later a dashing young blood waltzed into the sitting room. Giving off a short formal introductory bow the handsome young man addressed them, "I am sorry for the delay, My name is Vicktor Ivanov, to what do I owe this unusual visit." his voice full of a forced politeness. thinly veiled.

The Duchess dismissed her other entourage leaving only James and Vicktor still in the room with her, before she began. An air of arrogant disdain dripping in her words. "I am the Duchess Gabrielle Vontessa, third cousin to the late King Glaskov, and highest member of the Vontessa clan. I am aware that you are seeking the blood throne just as I am seeking the spirit throne. My own hold on the seat is strong, but who knows how long the fighting will go on as each minor seat tries to fight for their own ludicrous claims. My understanding is that the same is true for the bloods." She paused turning to look back at Vicktor who gave a slightly irritated nod. "I have... information that could help us both. Information that could guarantee our respective claims get the credence they so clearly deserve." Drawing out a long silence she pursed her lips seemingly still questioning if she wanted to give up this last piece. " I know who killed the Blood Queen and the Spirit King. If you help me find the assassin our crowns will be assured."

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(Deafmute, I'm not mad at you or anything, don't worry. But I would prefer if you didn't control the actions of my characters in the future... it is actually considered godmodding. There is no need to change what you have written now or anything, just thought I'd inform you. ^^)

Victor arched an eyebrow, and although he was slightly annoyed, not to mention even a little uneasy about the spirit vampires visit- she had peeked his curiosity. Motioning for her and what he believed was most likely her bonded humans to take a seat, he sat down himself, his back straight and his hands placed in his lap. Even if his curiosity had indeed been touched, he could not say that he wasn't doubtful about her words and proposal. He knew Spirit vampires were exceptional liars and tricksters- they had always been.

"That is a very interesting little piece of information you carry with you," he finally stated, looking ever so slightly thoughtful before a diplomatic look crossed his face again. It was very much like his fathers, and showed no emotions at all. Truly... it was simply blank. Yet his voice did still imply how much he disliked this situation, if only a little. "but I must confess there is no way I can believe what you say is true... or dare make a deal with you yet," he leaned over the table and watched her with his pale red eyes for a moment, a small and empty smile tugging the corners of his lips. "Do you have any proof against the suspect?" he asked, tipping his chin with his finger before he straightened up again.

"I would indeed be capable of finding an assassin, and the death of the culprit would indeed suit the both of us very well... or at least the imprisonment of him/her. However, if we have no proof it will undoubtedly not do us any good." He was interested- very interested, in fact. But he first wanted a guarantee it would all work the way they wanted plus that it would actually help him with gaining the blood throne. Besides, he did not like the idea of working together with a spirit vampire... although... if he would gain from it, Viktor guessed he could look past his hatred for them... at least for the time being.

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The Duchess sneered, "Of course I have proof, I'm no twat!" Her eyes flared from a deep blue to a fiery orange as her anger heated up. She dug into her bag and retrieved a small chest about he size of a shoe box. The chest was a plain steel mold but it was seamless, with no visible way to open it. Holding it in both hands she held it in front of the blood vampire.

Before Victor could inquire, the duchess's eyes began to glow the orange irises shifted to a golden sheen. James grimaced, as he felt his life force drain form him. There was a tingle all over his body as what he could only akin to a shiver ran up his spine. From the top of his head to the tips of his toes he felt a crawling trickle as a slow wave swept up all focused into the back of his neck. The silver crown shaped marking on his neck began to glow as well attuning to the duchess's call. The call tickled his brain in a way that felt like nothing he could describe a sense of blissful peace, but James hated it. The experience made him feel dirty, violated in a deeply personal way. Holding in his rage he silently prayed for death, either his or hers.

As the duchess channeled. A thin red line of fire burned around the circumference of the metal box. A perfect split. Releasing her hold on James's soul, Vontessa's eye returned to their original blue. Smiling at her own cleverness, she opened the container, to reveal a small doll. Little more that dirty rags strung together into the shape of a small girl, the doll still managed to emanate a sweet aura, clearly some small girl had loved it once very dearly.

"This.." the duchess explained. "is a doll that belonged to my niece. The only child of the late King Glaskov. I found it on the steps outside the manor where they were killed. Her existence has been kept a secret from all but the closest of relatives. She is at this time the most dangerous living spirit spiritus, a single look from this child can kill, and Judging by the way both the Queen and King died, there is no question in my mind that her powers were responsible. Since her existence is a secret almost no one even knows she is missing. I have investigated these past days since the murder and she is no where to be found. Is that proof enough for you?" The duchess smiled cruelly, taking a seat on a cushioned chair she waited for her news to soak in.

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Viktor leaned back in his seat, watching the spirit vampire pull out the chest- which by the looks by it was impossible to open. Well, at last anyone without magic, he assumed. Subconsciously playing with one of the locks of his hair, he eyed her carefully, keeping back a chuckle at her statement. That still remains to be seen, no? What a bold and irritating one... He thought to himself as he watched her open the box with magic- confirming his suspicions. So, she was a fire user? Interesting indeed. Well, at least he thought she was a fire user, judging by the looks of it.

A sly smile remained on his lips all the while as he watched her pull out what could barely be called a doll at all, and spoke about how it was her nieces. Quirking an eyebrow slightly, Viktor released his lock of hair and straightened up in his seat slightly, studying the doll carefully. After a while, he spoke.

"You are trying to tell me it was a child who murdered the king and queen?" he asked slowly, looking thoughtful. "I don't know if I should laugh or weep... it is all so pitiful and ironic," he trailed off, thinking back at how his own stepmother had died. If Raphael could murder his own mother, then why shouldn't another child be able to do the same to her father? "I wonder, though... what motive would the child have to murder her own father? And not only him, but the Blood queen too? There are still pieces missing... and evidence that it actually was her. If one has this power, then why shouldn't another be able to have it too? If I were a little child and my father was murdered, I would have panicked and fled too... she could have dropped the doll on her way out. It does not exactly make her guilty... necessarily..." Victor spun, trying to look at the murder and how everything seemed from all perspectives.

"Then again... if it actually was her, and we could prove it with more than the doll and their manner of death... well, then... I would be more than interested in helping you dispose of this child. However... I may be a blood vampire, but not even I would like to be responsible for the murder of a child- if she proves to have been innocent- that is. Despite her being a spirit vampire," he said the last sentence in slight disdain, but it was true. "Before I start looking for an assassin... we should investigate this case further- just to be on the safe side," his expression lightened up slightly and the sly smile returned to his lips, "or what do you say? Does anyone else know of her existence?"

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Gray Walked up to the front of the spirit vampire's mansion. How pathetic, having to ask a blood vampire for help, he thought and and opened the door. It was a typical mansion, nothing surprising. He took swift strides into the mansion and he left his hood on, usually taking it off when he went inside but he didn't care, it was a spirit vampire. They didn't need respect from him. He made his way to the room of this spirit vampire and who did he see? Viktor Ivanov, seems he got a letter from her as well. What the hell?, he thought and walked in towards them.

"A child? Killing her own father and the blood queen, interesting" he said with a grin, ignoring Viktor completely. He crossed his arms giving off a slight smirk. " I will be willing to murder the child if she is proved guilty. I don't think Mr. Ivanov is fit for murder, by I on the other hand murder all the time. I could get it done quickly with no mess", he said politely and professionally like his father taught him to. "Also, I have some information that will be very helpful in finding her location, she should be put as a top suspect. Once we pin point her location we will have to send a team to follow her around for a few weeks, where ever she is staying we can put up unnoticeable security cameras and wire tabs. It would only take a minute . A few nights ago I was on my way home and I saw a spirit vampire running to a near by building, I could sense an aura of another spirit vampire, it was weak but held great power, it was a child's aura. That other spirit vampire I saw was running to this aura I sensed. So I can assume this: Our suspect is in Eastmoor, she is staying with another spirit vampire and this spirit vampire probably has no noble ties so she is unaware of the murder and has no idea who the child is. Of course this still needs to be investigated but it does give us a jump ahead" he said waiting fora response from one of them.

He stood there casually after he leaked all of the information he had. I can't believe I'm helping a spirit vampire, but if it's to murder another one then I guess I have no problem with it., he thought have a slight, devilish smirk on his face

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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 ..."