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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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Character Portrait: Gray Morlock Character Portrait: Andrei Ivanov Character Portrait: Avalon Richmonds Character Portrait: Viktor Ivanov Character Portrait: James Servus
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A wave of open disgust washed over the Duchess as a second Sanguinem entered the room, barging in with no apparent respect for the privacy of the meeting. Through gritted teeth Vontessa responded to each of the bloods. "So good of you to join us master Morlock." biting sarcasm dripped with each word, "Of course I had intended for our meeting to be separate and only if Vicktor had refused my offer, but seeing as you now have slithered your way into this deal I leave it up to Master Ivanov and yourself to decide who will claim the fame once the child is brought to justice. It of course makes no difference to me." turning her glare to Vicktor the duchess continued, "Search for all the evidence you like, I know magic and I have seen the child's work before when she killed her mother. There is no question to my mind that she is the culprit. We can undoubtedly prove her guilt under inquisition once she is found. The evidence of her power being examined by the spirit court will verify it I assure you."

Sealing the metal chest and doll back with her magic she turned towards the door. "I have spies working throughout Eastmoor searching for the girl, but I know all to well the skill you bloods have for hunting. The courts on either side will not wait much longer to appoint successors so we have no time to waste." pausing as she gripped the handle she added, "I warn you however do not engage the child without my help. If she has found a new bond, she will kill you and there is nothing you could do to stop her." Satisfied that her work was done she exited the room, James in tow head subserviently downwards.

So this is what she has been up to! James's mind raced. Whatever happens I cannot allow her to find that child, but if the child is as strong as she claims perhaps I could use her myself... The gears turned inside James's head as he formulated a plan. The Duchess's informants communicated strictly by letter, letters which James's would have access to, she would never know if some never made it to her...

As they strode through the halls they past a single vampire drinking the blood of a young maid. The Duchess turned up her nose at the sight of the human slowly wilting in the arms of the monster. James held back the bile in his throat as they passed virtually unnoticed by the pair, entwined in an almost sensual embrace. The girl moaned like a harlot at the touch of the blood's fangs, her apparent willingness to serve the vampires sicked James all the more. Scum, the only thing worse than a vampire is a human that worships them!!

As they exited the manor back out into the frigid bite of winter, The Duchess shuttered, "I will have to burn all these cloths, being so close to the lesser species makes my skin crawl! But soon those hounds will sniff out my prize and I shall take the throne. Any amount of suffering is worth that." A snap of her fingers and the limousine pulled up to ferry them back to their home... and back to James's prison.

This girl is the key to my freedom, I will find her first. James's fists clenched ever so slightly, the only outward indication that he was thinking anything. Soon, Vontessa will die!

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gray Morlock Character Portrait: Yuri Ivanov Character Portrait: Avalon Richmonds Character Portrait: Viktor Ivanov Character Portrait: James Servus
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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.

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Character Portrait: Gray Morlock Character Portrait: Viktor Ivanov Character Portrait: James Servus
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Gray looked at Viktor as he asked him to help him with the hunt. "Well of course, I could most definitely join you in the hunt." he said keeping his professional tone on with every word. The spirit vampire left he noticed Viktor wasn't very happy. This amused him and he smirked a little. "Barging in? No no, I got a letter from her asking me to be here. So I couldn't of been barging in. Stalker, well I do stalk people but I'm not willing to change my name" he said. This is hilarious, thinking he has athority, he thought to himself smirking more. He wants me to leave? Ha, he thought then walked closer to him in a threatening manor.

"I would like you to listen carefully, Ivanov. I will be the one to kill this child. You know why, Mr. Confident? Because I won't let you get your filthy paws on the blood throne, and I'm going to make sure of that. I'm ten times the vampire you will ever be." He backed away and turned on his heel. "So please, don't get in my way" he said turning his head towards him then heading out quietly.

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Character Portrait: Ethella Richmonds Character Portrait: Yuri Ivanov Character Portrait: Andrei Ivanov Character Portrait: Avalon Richmonds Character Portrait: Viktor Ivanov
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A chill traveled up Avalon's spine at the sound of Yuri's voice when he began to reply to her. It was the voice that he used only when he was at his most peak of rage, and a voice that she did not hear very often, and had not heard in quite a while. When she would, though, she would often attempt to stop his rage, and just as often would end up hurt in the process, instead of the servant that he had turned the anger upon. This time, though, was different, and the rage was actually against her - the core of which she could not begin to understand. She could not see why he would be so terribly angry with her, when she had offered her own sister to play the boy.

The following events that would play out were a catastrophe, and most definitely not something that she had seen coming in her near future.

She felt the contact of his body against hers almost as though a wrecking ball had slammed into her. Her weakened state only intensified the feeling, and made it far more easier for the tackle to play out. A sharp cry escaped her lips as she was hurtled towards the hard tile floor of the kitchen, and as soon as she came into contact with it, a loud crackling sound could be heard, despite the loud shouts of Yuri, follow by intense stabs of pain throughout her arm.

Without any amount of time to resist, Avalon was flipped over by the smaller boy, who was far stronger than she due to his vampire race, and felt his hands wrap around her throat. Almost immediately she felt her windpipes cut off, the intention of him only to frighten her falling short, and instead being replaced by a choking sensation. Small gasps escaped her lips, her uninjured hand raising to wrap around his wrist, and she kicked her legs beneath him, his legs lessening the power of her kicks.

She couldn't breathe, and her chest was already beginning to hurt from the lack of air.

When he finally released her throat and moved his hands to her shoulder instead, she sucked in a large gulp of air, coughing on the exhale. She was panting at this point, her throat sore and her gasps giving a hoarse sound to them. The tightening on her shoulders was painful, but not unbearable due to the pain in several other parts of her body, and the injury to her throat was slowly fading, although bruises would undoubtedly remain.

The touch of his fingers to the bite on her neck, the bloody kiss that she had received from Andrei not too long before, was still fresh and painful to the touch, and she cringed back as his lips moved over the small dashes there, the fear of him piercing her throat more so than the fear of him strangling her again. In all honesty, she couldn't afford to lose much more blood, after having given so much to Andrei, and would undoubtedly die if the boy drank from her at this point.

"Why, Avalone?"

The question was confusing, seeing as she hadn't been paying too much attention to his earlier shouts, having been more fearful for her life than to have the later ability of answering him. She was still afraid to die, but not as immensely so as she had been.

"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?!" He still didn't seem to be able to comprehend that, in truth, she belonged to him and his brothers. Until one of them took dominance over the others and claimed her as his own personal maid, or the others moved away, died, or found servants of their own, she would belong to each and every Ivanov brother in the household. Why he couldn't understand that was beyond her, but would undoubtedly end up killing her eventually.

The tightening of his hands on her shoulder brought her back to her current danger, and she let out a muffled cry of pain at the sensation of the squeeze.

"Please play with me now... Please? I-if you don't... I will break ..." His voice was a whisper and difficult to hear above the woosh of sound in her ears, but she managed to make out the words.

"Teddy and I will break, don't you understand? B-because... because we love you."

He what?

The press of his lips against her caused an immense discomfort to slam through her, and she struggled against his hold, her protests muffled by the connection.

It was only when he was yanked away that she was able to be free.

Her good hand rose and rubbed roughly at her lips as she attempted to remove the taste of him from them. Why he did that, why he would try to do something like that, only made her feel disgusted and put-off. He was four years younger than her, more of a brother or a son more than anything to Avalon, and she felt sick to her stomach that he had kissed her.

Viktor was at her side, gently helping her sit up, and she grimaced at the movement. Both of her shoulders and collar bones ached, as did her throat and head, but her wrist was the most painful of all. In all honesty, she was beginning to think that it was broken, perhaps even shattered. It was the affect of Yuri's tackle and her attempt to catch herself on the floor.

"Like ... Shit ..." She turned her head to the sigh and coughed hard, her entire body shaking from it, and looked up and into her sister's face as she approached.

"I'm okay," she whispered, managing a tiny smile for Ethel's sake. The response of her sister to Viktor caused her to grimace and shake her head. "I don't need a doctor ... I need ... I need to finish my chores," she barely managed, stars dotting her vision.

Ethel was shouting, and the sound of her retreating footsteps were dull and echoed in her mind.

But she couldn't stay awake. Instead, she gave into the darkness, her entire body going lax against Viktor's one arm - the only reprieve that she could get from the pain that she seemed unable to shake. "Master ... Andrei ..." she murmured, before slipping off into blissful unconsciousness.




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"Oh, how I hate cleaning ..."

Her arm already sore and her fingers beginning to cramp, Ethel paused as she scrubbed the floor of the laundry room, awaiting the finished, cleaned clothes of the Lords. She leaned back on the heels of her black shoes, her skirts bouncing slightly with the sudden change in position. For a moment, she sat there, sighing as she stretched out her arms and fingers above her head, her blonde curls rubbing annoyingly against her skin. The shouting that occurred not too far away from the room didn't worry her in the least, seeing as it was a common occurrence in the mansion, and with a slight shrug, she turned to the washing machine, which was beginning to give off a clattering sound - something that sounded like it shouldn't be heard, and quite dangerous to say the least.

Moving over to the machine on her hands and knees, she shimmied between it and the dryer, scooting towards the back of it. Her hand reached up and clasped the the lip of the handle to the back of the washing machine, pulled down on it, and peered into the mixture of gears, chains, and electronic boxes for a moment. One of the gears had been catching on one of the chains, and could also use a shot of oil in order to make the movements of it more slick and easier.

Scooting out from between the machines, she pushed herself up and brushed off her dress. Moving over to the book shelf with random objects adorning the shelves, she went on her toes in order to remove the bucket of tools, and dropped back to the flats of her feet, losing her balance a bit due to the added weight of the tools. She lowered it from below her head, moving over to the machines once more and dropping onto her bottom. She slid back between the them and, once behind it, removed a small wrench and screwdriver.

It took Ethella a few minutes to fix the washing machine, gaining a grease- and oil-stained dress in the process, but the machine now rumbled healthily and in a nonthreatening manner. She slid out from behind the machine and rose, returning the bucket to the bookshelf. She rubbed her oiled hands on her skirt, making a face of disgust at the black of the oil.

Shouts could be heard from across the mansion, the voice belonging to Yuri, and she frowned at the resounding thud, which echoed in the mansion. It was deadly quiet afterwards, and as the seconds ticked by, worry began to itch at the back of her neck. Unable to stand being in the room any longer, she took off from the room, darted down the hallway, and skidded to a stop only when she reached the kitchen.

Her sister was sitting on the floor with the eldest of the brothers, Viktor, crouching beside her. Yuri cowered against a wall, and the bucket of cleaning supplies that her sister normally used lay scattered across the floor. Avalon, on the other hand, was trembling, her skin pale and her lips nearly blue, with one hand cradling the opposite arm.

Ethel lifted her head, her hands clenching at her sides, and could only begin to imagine what had occurred. The culprit of the incident was painstakingly obvious, and with a tight look on her face, she walked stiffly over to Yuri. She crouched down and stared at him for a few heartbeats, before her hand suddenly flashed out, striking the young man across thee face.

"I will never forgive you for this, Yuri," she whispered, already rising once more. She turned and hurried to her sister's side, dropping down to her knees and looking at her wrist.

"He broke her wrist, Master Viktor," she said, leaning up enough to get a better view of the shattered limb. "It will need surgery and a cast. We need a doctor, Sir," she said darkly, her jaw set furiously. She rest her hand gently on her sister's elbow, turning a look of concern on her. "Are you alright, Lonny?"

"I'm okay," came the whispered reply. Ethel took note of the bruises appearing on her sister's neck, and with a tightened expression, she approached Yuri again. Her hand reached out and grabbed his upper arm roughly, shoving him surprisingly easily against the wall.

"What is wrong with you?" she came close to shouting, slamming his shoulder once more against the wall that he leaned against. "How could you do this? I thought that we were friends, Yuri!" she sniffed, tears appearing in her wise, green eyes. Her lashes were already wet and were annoyingly sticking together with each blink, and her lower lip was beginning to tremble. "I thought you were my friend, Yu-Yu!"

She released his arm, almost throwing it against the wall, and rose. With a flick at a stray tear that had escaped from her eye, she quickly exited the room, almost fleeing it, her escape was so swift.

She didn't stop until she was upstairs and in her room, with the door shut behind her. Young human teenagers were often the most unpredictable in the things that they could do, especially when they were female. For her, she couldn't seem to control the explosion of emotions that she had just felt, nor could she control the flow of tears down her face. With a trembling hand, she turned the two locks on the door, moved to her bed, and collapsed across it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yuri?"

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

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

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

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{I was half asleep when i wrote this, so I'm sorry for how crappy it is xD}

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

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

"Knock knock ..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But Miss Nerine-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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“Big sisters are fighting again, Vina …”

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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With a small nod in reply, Imora turned on her heel, leading the way to one of the studies. As she walked, she mulled over what exactly could have led the Dimozi girl to the door step of a family of insane blood vampires, in the dead of a winter storm, with two babies in her arms - both of which she had put at risk of the cold.

Not that it was her business, per-say, but the girl most definitely had something to hide, the bottom of which she was determined to get to. Unless, of course, the woman revealed her motives to one of the Young Masters.

When they reached the room, she opened the door, immediately dropping into a curtsy before Master Viktor.

"Madame Lycoris Dimozi, my Master," she said timidly, backing away and disappearing around a corner, off to perform her chores.

Lycoris wasn't asleep for long, and when footsteps grew nearer to the room that she had been placed it, she was jolted awake. She shot up on the blanket, her hand fumbling for the dagger that was hidden beneath her shirt. As soon as the door was opened, she was on her feet once more, the dagger glistening in the poor lighting of the study.

When Imora revealed herself, however, Lycoris lowered the dagger, the potential threat gone and replaced by one of the young vampires that ruled the mansion.

Viktor Ivanov.

She knew quite a lot about the family - actually, she knew quite a lot about more things than she should know about, which was one reason why her sister was so keen on killing her. Knowledge was a treasure, but also a curse - at least, for her it was. However, in this exact moment, perhaps it was the key to her and her twins' survival.

Lycoris returned the dagger to it's sheath as the eldest lord of the mansion entered, calling all attention to himself. Thankfully, the twins continued to sleep, not causing any disturbance whatsoever, and she moved forward so as to prevent Viktor from being forced to walk too far into the room.

"You are Viktor Ivanov, I presume?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, her purple eyes looking him up and down, taking in the full appearance of his body. After a few moments, she met his gaze, her own dark and intense. "I have come to seek the aid of the Ivanov brothers. In my own opinion, we are all vampires, and specific races do not matter. I do not wish to gain any throne of any sort; I look only for safety at this moment in time. My fiance was killed, hunted down and slaughtered by a group of vampire hunters, and therefore left me to care for our two young children alone. I may be but of a child myself in age, but I am far older in maturity. I am unsure of whether or not you have heard of my family, but I suppose that I shall explain myself to you nevertheless."

"My twin sister, Nerine Dimozi, is attempting to hunt me down and have me join my fiance. In the process, she wishes to take my children and convert them to her evil mindset. I have managed to so far escape, but I fear that if I continue to travel much longer, not only will I succumb to the harshness of winter, but I will also loose my babies," she said softly, her hands clapsed before her. For a moment, she was quiet, but soon continued. "I ask you naught for shelter for myself, but at the very least for my children. They ... They are not troublesome," she said quietly, turning and moving back to the blanket. She lowered herself beside them, kneeling, her hand moving out to gently brush some hair from one of the twins's faces. "I understand if you are hesitant to help me ... Taking two spiritual vampire babies could be difficult. But at the same time ... You have so many servants here, would it be so hard to assign two of which to them?" she whispered, tears dotting her vision. After a moment of staring at them, she looked up at Viktor. "I know it is a lot for a stranger to ask, especially a spiritual vampire, but I am begging you take do this. I would even be wiling to stay and become a maid here, if you were to wish it. I would care for them, as I have been, seeing as they are my children, but I would also serve you and your brothers. I-I have money," she said quickly, scrambling back to her feet. She patted her coat, which she had laid across a seat, before removing a pouch. "My family comes from great money, and I can pay you for your help." She moved over to him, fumbling to open the pouch, and after a moment, it dropped from her hands, spilling golden coins across the floor. She shook her head, tugged on a lock of hair, before dropping to her knees.

"I'm sorry, I'm such a klutz," she whispered, tears sparkling in her eyes. "B-But I can offer you a personal healer for your family. I-I am connected to the Spirit Element, and can heal anyone that I wish to. I would need to find a human to bond with, but ... I can offer you the abilities of a powerful healer in the process," she hurriedly explained, attempting to pluck up the coins. She suddenly stopped, dropping the coins in the pouch before placing it in the floor. Her hands fell to her lap, a few tear dropping onto the backs of them. "Oh, what's the use ... It was foolish of me to come to you for help ... A person would have to be crazy to agree to help me in such a manner," she whispered, her voice hitching a few times. Several heartbeats ticked by before she spoke again. "If you would at least be willing to give my children and myself shelter for tonight, I would be eternally in your debt, Sir Ivanov," she murmured in a docile tone of voice.




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A loud knock resounded through the room around a half an hour after she had nodded off. When Avalon awoke, it was hazily and sleepily, for she was still far too tired to be fully rested, or even anywhere close to such. The knocks grew more frantic with each passing second, and with a small groan, she opened her eyes. Andrei was still asleep, so she supposed that answering the bedroom door was left to her.

Somehow, she managed to stand, fumble around for her robe, tug it on, and stumble tiredly to the door. When she opened it, she was met by the worried face of Vincent, who looked down at her, his expression stricken.

Immediately concern slashed through Avalon, and with a look cast at the bed, she returned her gaze to the man. "What is it?" she whispered.

"It's Ethella," he said quietly, her lips drawn tightly across his face. Avalon frowned, her heart hammering in her chest, and she felt her shoulders drop.

"What happened?"

Vincent cast a look at Andrei's bed before returning his gaze to her. "She's run away. Master Yuri went after her ... He was extremely angry. I'm afraid that he may hurt her." His hand rose, and clasped in it, was a piece of paper, with the familiar scrawl of Ethella's handwriting slashed across it.

She took the paper, unrolled it, and quickly scanned the words. As soon as she finished, however, she felt her knees grow weak. Before she could stop herself, she had dropped to them, tears welling up in her eyes, her heart seeming to have stopped beating.

"No ... No, she couldn't have left ... She was ... She was just here," she whispered, her voice hoarse and choking slightly. Her lower lip trembled, her hand clenching around the paper with a loud crumpling sound. "We have to find her ... She can't survive in this storm, and she won't be able to survive in the human world. She doesn't know how ..." she said, an odd buzzing in her ears - the buzzing of stun. "I promised that I would watch out for her ... And I haven't ..." She lifted her arm and rubbed at her eyes, coming away with the wetness of tears. "Please ... Find her, Vincent. Send the servants who have finished their chores. I just pray to God that Yuri hasn't found her yet ..."

Vincent, obviously unsure of how to respond, finally nodded and left the room, shutting the door silently behind him.




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"Etthy! Etthy, where are you?!"

Ethella froze where she stood, her eyes widening. Fear jolted through her, the tone of Yuri's voice maniacal and frightening in so many ways. Chills shot through her body, and she felt her heart pick up to an immense speed. Her breath caught, and she couldn't stop the trembling that began in her body.

She couldn't stop now, though. If he found her ... She couldn't even begin to imagine what he would do to her. Tears rose to her eyes, and immediately she was off again. Oh, she didn't doubt that he would catch her. But she wasn't about to just give up and allow him to find her easily. No, she would make it a difficult hunt.

The thought of the word brought the picture of a tiger stalking a gazelle through a quarry. The image wasn't pleasant, and she sniffed a bit, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.

"Stay away ... Stay away from me! I don't want to go back to that wretched place!" she whispered heavily, the exertion of running through the cold sucking the breath from her lungs. It stung her nose, and she could feel her lips chapping already.

What would she do when he found her? He would undoubtedly see it fit to punish her, and his punishments were often the most cruel. She wouldn't be able to fend his attack off. Why he was so determined to find her was beyond her, but she felt the fear of it nevertheless.

She suddenly stumbled, tripping to the ground. She slid through the snow, her bag slding several feet away. It was so cold, despite her many layers, and she hadn't a clue as to where she was. She could feel her eyes growing heavy, and not too long after, she slid into a cold, unconscious state, the snow slowly beginning to cover her heavily-clothed form.

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(Amori, that was Godmoddimg again, just so you know... it's hard to reply to, especially for Nami. I think it would be easier if you kept it at the 'I am family' part so she has a chance to react. ^_^ I would be very thankful if you could change it... o.O Once you do, I will edit in my reply here. :3)

Viktor let the maid lead him into the sitting room, following her briskly and silently. The storm going on in his mind was barely noticeable, but if you looked at him closely you would soon notice a slight glint of it evident in his crimson eyes. What you would notice too would be annoyance and fatigue; he truly did not think he had any time for this. Rather, he would like to get ready for the arrival if his father and the journey to Romania. Once the maid had I traduced his guest, he dismissed her and focused souly on the spirit vampire... and the children. He couldn't help but feeling slightly further annoyed, not seeing any way how this could be made his problem.

"You are Viktor Ivanov, I presume?"

"Indeed," Viktor agreed to her statement, remaining standing where he was, his posture stiff and even somewhat hostile. He hated the presence of spirit vampires, he hated the mare thought of them. They were the reason as to why his family had been broken, and his mother had been killed. The Lady Beatrice Ivanov had been gruesomely murdered by an intruding spirit vampire, and Viktor as a child had been present at the scene, seeing it all. He would never forgive them for what the vampire did, even if precisely that individual had been quiet insane. It diet matter. They were all scum in his opinion. However, he would listen to her... it was the least he could do, even if he hated every moment of it.


"I have come to seek the aid of the Ivanov brothers. In my own opinion, we are all vampires, and specific races do not matter. I do not wish to gain any throne of any sort; I look only for safety at this moment in time. My fiance was killed, hunted down and slaughtered by a group of vampire hunters, and therefore left me to care for our two young children alone. I may be but of a child myself in age, but I am far older in maturity. I am unsure of whether or not you have heard of my family, but I suppose that I shall explain myself to you nevertheless."

Viktor did not reply, just pulled out a chair and sat down, gesturing for her to do the same. "Take a seat," he said, his voice not unfriendly but... diplomatically formal. He listened to her and had to agree that it was indeed a sad story she was telling, but he could still not manage making himself feel empathy for a spirit vampire, no matter how much he tried. He just couldn't, for when he looked at them... all he could see was the murderer of his mother; the images had been etched into his mind so strongly, he could have painted perfect paintings of them... if he'd had any skills in art, that is. Which in Viktor's case meant not at all. He was the worst artist the family had ever seen; right after his father, that was. Instead he was skilled in the art of fencing, but that would bring him nowhere in this case.

"I ask you naught for shelter for myself, but at the very least for my children. They ... They are not troublesome."

He watched her lower herself beside them and interact with the infants, but remained silent and seated. All children were troublesome, in one way or another. But of course most parents of the children would not realize it... his own mother had not; she has loved him and Andrei too much to see their flaws. But their father had seen them and treated their punishments accordingly... even if Viktor had to admit his father was sometimes too harsh, especially on the younger children.

"I understand if you are hesitant to help me ... Taking two spiritual vampire babies could be difficult. But at the same time ... You have so many servants here, would it be so hard to assign two of which to them?" "

I know it is a lot for a stranger to ask, especially a spiritual vampire, but I am begging you take do this. I would even be wiling to stay and become a maid here, if you were to wish it. I would care for them, as I have been, seeing as they are my children, but I would also serve you and your brothers. I-I have money."


He could see a whole lot of troubles this request would cause; if not for the brothers then for the twins. Viktor did wonder why she had come to Ivanov's of all people, a family known for being cruel and ruthless; a family known for having sent at least one of their members to an asylum in each branch. They were insane, they were feared and they had many enemies... so why would she come to them? Why would she come to them out of all the people who were out there, and ask for their aid? It made no sense to Viktor.

"My family comes from great money, and I can pay you for your help."

Viktor watched her scramble around on the floor to pick up the coins she had dropped, knowing full and well that his family did not need the money. It was nothing to the wealth his family possessed... but the young mother was so pitiful, even in Viktors eyes. He wasn't sure if he should pity her or be disgusted by how low she would sink; coming here to ask for help... or maybe he should admire her, for it did show strength and a love for her children Viktor never had received, at least not for very long. He could feel his heart sting as the memories of his mother flashed through his mind, but it did not change his mind about the spirit vampires.

"B-But I can offer you a personal healer for your family. I-I am connected to the Spirit Element, and can heal anyone that I wish to. I would need to find a human to bond with, but ... I can offer you the abilities of a powerful healer in the process."

"Oh, what's the use ... It was foolish of me to come to you for help ... A person would have to be crazy to agree to help me in such a manner."

"If you would at least be willing to give my children and myself shelter for tonight, I would be eternally in your debt, Sir Ivanov."


Viktor drew a deep sigh and stood up, stuffing his hands in his pockets and looking thoughtful for a while before he spoke. "It was indeed foolish of you to come here, seeking aid of us, especially in such a manner. If you had known anything about the Ivanov family you should know this is not a place for a child to be raised. Not one who lived in this mansion has not suffered during their childhood. If you'd known what was best for your children, you should have asked for help elsewhere. Frankly, you would not want your children to be raised here. I will not have time to look out for them all the time, to shield them from my brothers... and quite frankly, I would not care to. The maids, no matter whom I'd ask would not have the strength to defy their masters. Do you really wish to put your children at the mercy of my brothers?" He asked, arching an eyebrow. Viktor kept his voice as calm as before, but now there was an almost angry undertone in it.

"It would be irresponsible of you as their mother to leave them in our care," he finished and remained silent for a while before saying anything more.

"Besides, you should also know our view on your kind... especially mine. To be blunt, I despise you... but..." he trailed off and sighed, leaning against one if the walls and stuffing his hands in his pockets, "since you seem to be I desperate need of it... you may stay until the morning. Tomorrow I will however be off to Romania... then you will have to leave."