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Blutsband

Bran - Transylvanian Court

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a part of Blutsband, by Gladis.

The town of the Blood Vampire Court.

Gladis holds sovereignty over Bran - Transylvanian Court, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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ImageBran is a community within the BraΘ™ov country, which is located in the central part of Romania. It is surrounded by the Southern Carpathians and is part of the Transylvania region. Situated near the town, is the popular tourist destination Bran Castle, which was once besieged by Vlad the Impaler. However, more than a tourist destination it is also the main base/court of the Blood Vampires, where all important councils concerning the Lamia race were held. Further away from town and hidden within the deep forests of Transylvania is the home of the royal family located, which today stands empty as the new rules still is to be elected.
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Bran - Transylvanian Court

The town of the Blood Vampire Court.

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Bran - Transylvanian Court is a part of Blutsband.

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Christopher Ward [4] (To be finished)
Crisella Huminglark [4] "Why is it so forbidden to have a forbidden love? I love him. He loves me too, I know. Why won't he admit it to himself? You ask if I'm obsessed... No, I am not. Simply in love."

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Lacare Wrote:

Crisella slipped out of the mansion and down the streets of Transylvania with her ill-gotten gains from the rich, old man still sleeping in his bedchamber from his late-night entertainment which she'd managed to "accidently" pass him out from, not like that was hard for her or anything. As she counted up the amount of money she had stolen from a secret compartment in his home, she realized how sad it might be for his wife to find him in the nude... and without his wedding band. Normally, she wouldn't have stolen something like that because, well, that could easily be traced and remembered by people in the area, but she wanted it so much this time... so it didn't matter how easily she could be tracked by it.

In truthfulness, she simply wanted to give it to a man she had seen the other evening, very late into the night. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen, but he seemed to not even notice her as she walked by him. Such a disinterest caused her to realize how difficult he would be to catch, but maybe a little gift could reign in his interests for her. After all, she only needs the gold to catch his eye. She'd hold his interests well enough after that.

Finally squeezing herself through little notch, just barely big enough for her to fit through, Crisella found herself in what she considered her home. It was nothing at all, really, just a few wooden planks serving as shelving for her shoes or dresses or money or foodstuffs or really anything she found necessary to store, and six or seven pillows she was using for a mattress. It was a wonder she didn't have too many rats in her home beneath homes, let alone fleas or mites or lice. However, she still didn't. Smiling gently at her tiny compartment and her belongings, she placed the ring down on a "shelf" and stripped off her dress, admiring the wounds she found on herself from the previous night's encounter. Will those not be useful for later? The man, who's name I overheard as Christopher, must find softness in his heart for a poor, attractive, beaten girl. One who may also be a little more of interest to him to beat further. Sweetly smirking, she picked a different dress and placed it on her thin body, not forgetting to pick the ring back up either, and viewed her dress, its crinkles and beauty, and the ring she held in her frail, little hand within a cracked, muddied mirror. Yes, she had determined this to be the perfect outfit to catch the rich Christopher's riches, but maybe she shouldn't go out yet... I have already taken a risk tonight by not waiting a few more hours to come home... what about the rumors of vampires? If they're true... No, they're not, I should stop concerning myself with such matters. She managed to convince herself of the lies within rumors and forced herself to quickly exit her home, tearing her dress only slightly, and starting down the street to the spot where she had first, and since often, seen the man, Christopher.


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hristopher yawned as he stretched in his seat by his work desk, racking hand through his raven black hair and shutting his eyes for a moment. He had been up all night taking care of paperwork and replying and to letters from some of the nobles. Now, he was to be frank; exhausted. When he opened his purplish red eyes again, he looked even more tired than before. He may be a vampire, but even Christopher needed sleep now and then... and what he needed most of all was blood. It was true that he had been feeding not long ago and should have been content with it, but considering how much energy he had burned on all this, including running errands in town as the court itself was in turmoil and chaos and he honestly couldn't trust anyone... it was only understandable that he needed more. Well, at least soon.

Standing up, he shut the lid of his laptop and yawned again, pulling up his jacket from his chair and starting out of the study, trying to wake himself slightly by shaking his head. It didn't help, though. He still felt exhausted. He put on the jacket and and strode out of the office, stuffing his hands in his pockets and starting out of the castle. He knew he couldn't take a long break and soon had to get back to work, but surly he could allow himself a short one? He hoped no one would mind... for it seemed helping people around court with all different kinds of tasks seemed to be all he was doing these days. To be honest, he couldn't remember what else he had done since the queen's death... and he hoped that a new monarch would be chosen soon; one which would not abuse the power. Their queen had been a good ruler and so he hoped her successor would be too.

Christopher walked along the castle grounds in silence, pushing up his glasses as he noticed they had slid down slightly and then yawning again. "Now, where to go?" he mumbled to himself, glancing around for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and starting towards the vampire bar he often spent his free minutes in. Just taking a glass or blood or beer sounded like a good idea for the moment... even if Christopher really preferred a glass of nice wine, preferably mixed with delicious and notorious blood. Such things, however, would have to wait for dinner.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks as he saw the girl he had seen many times before, although never bothered to pay attention to. This time she was wearing a slightly torn dress, though... and there were bruises covering her body, even if they were only barely visible in the dim moonlight. Frowning, Christopher tilted his head and approached her, watching the girl hesitantly before clearing my throat to call her attention.

"Excuse me, my lady... may I ask if you are quite well? It late now, a dangerous time for a girl your age to be out alone... in such a dangerous area," he pointed out and arched an eyebrow.


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Crisella jumped slightly from the sudden voice ahead of her as she suppressed her smirk of delight jumping inside her from him speaking to her. "U-uhm, yes, sir... I just..." She paused and looked up intently at him, with a slight hint of innocence, as she batted her dark eyelashes outlining her stunning, blue eyes. Looking down again, she opened up her hand. "I just found this... and I wanted to make something of it, you see..." She trailed off, slightly tilting her head to look up at him once again before shifting her eyes down. Feeling like she might lose him with such a simple story, she quickly began to add rambled-together details. "W-well, if my father hadn't kicked me out, then i-it would really have been fine... but he was completely alcoholic and angered with me for buying this dress with my birthday money. You see, kind sir, I only just turned 17 and I wanted to have something nice, so I spent my money. He was mad, that's all..." She frowned slightly as she heightened her eyes once again and allowed her lip to quiver ever so slightly as she looked into his gleaming eyes. I think that's convincing enough, but if he wants more detail on the ring, I found it and plan to gain some money to buy food, that's all... and as far as my age, well, he never has to know that, right? However, she quickly determined to finish filling out the details before he could begin to suspect wrong intentions. "I just wanted food..." She whispered gently, smiling sweetly and with a soft innocence about her.

(I have added a location for Transylvania, as to get a little order into everything... so, as soon as the characters arrive there/or are there, please post in Transylvania. So, now I will write a reply for Christopher, and then later everything else. ^^)

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Christopher a slight smirk in her eyes, although she tried to suppress it in general- and actually managed quite well. Still, he could feel it, and he found it very suspicious. There most certainly was something off about this girl, even if he couldn't put his finger on what. In fact, he had the feeling she would trick him terribly- somehow. It wasn't that hard tricking Christopher because of how kind he was and always tried to help in whatever situation, whenever he could... and it had happened before that he'd been taken advantage off that way. However, at the same time she did look hurt, and honestly... how much of that can a human fake? He paused as she spoke, tilting his head in mild curiosity.

"U-uhm, yes, sir... I just... I just found this... and I wanted to make something of it, you see..."

He arched his eyebrow as she showed him the ring, not quite knowing what to make of it. Then she began rambling about an alcoholic father and Christopher frowned. His expression darkened; his mouth tightened in concern and his eyes narrowed. He knew too well how it was growing up with an alcoholic father and had actually experienced similiar situations himself. Despite how much he told himself he couldn't- he wasn't supposed to pity this human girl... he did. He couldn't help it. When he looked at her now, he could see himself. Honestly? It freaked him out. However, there was still something off about her, he decided, so he would have to be careful about this situation.

"I see... " Christopher said wearily, watching her carefully. "I do not understand what the ring has to do with it all, though..." he stated softly with a sigh, shaking his head. He knew very well that she could have stolen the ring, but since he had no proof and he wasn't the one to judge on appearance, he wouldn't question it. However, Christopher didn't find it very believable that she was seventeen, as she actually looked younger. Not that he would question this either, at least not yet. It didn't matter to him if she pretended to be older or not... she was not his child so why should he care?

"I just wanted food..."


Christopher knew he couldn't take her back to Bran Castle, although he was rather tempted to. Mainly because he would give her some food and then send her off again. He didn't believe that her father would have truly kicked her out and didn't want her back... then again, if he was an alcoholic there was a possibility that she was the one who had run away. It would most certainly not have been the first time that happened.

"If you are hungry... I might be able to get you something. However, you shouldn't trust random strangers on the street. As far as you are concerned, I could be a mass murderer or rapist... or maybe simply just a creep hunting for pretty young girls in the night. "I will help you now, girl... but you better be more careful in the future, understood?" he asked, looking at her sternly for a moment before starting to walk towards a small restaurant he visited sometimes. There was a chance they would still be open. What he would do after he had fed her... Christopher still had to figure out.

After a few steps, he glanced at her. "You coming?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

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Up close, Crisella was able to admire him more than she had had the chance to do so before. She could tell he was a kind and caring man through his eyes, but she could also tell, as she rambled on her halfway-falsified story about being kicked out, that he sympathized with her story for some reason or other. Unlike most people, he listened to her childlike ramble in near silence and didn't comment or say how sorry he was for her misfortune, and, deep within her mind, a flame flickered around about how he may have been like her once.

Finally, after her rushed ramblings, he spoke to her, "I see... I do not understand what the ring has to do with it all, though..." Widening her eyes ever so slightly, she inwardly panicked. What if he had seen through her story completely? She quickly recomposed herself and determined that very unlikely, otherwise he would have walked away or called for the guards of the city to haul her off to the nearest orphanage or jail, but still... he didn't take the bait as she had expected him to, worrying her slightly. In all truthfulness, she needed his wealth and riches because, by the research she had done, he had plenty of it and she really wanted to leave the filth which she resided in... but she needed more money to do that. At the very least, he was letting her keep the ring and she'd be able to pawn it off for a good deal of money at a jeweler's or somewhere else.

Crisella watched her victim with intent eyes, hoping he would take her back to his place for food and then she could work her charms in and allow things to slide downhill. However, he appeared to not have the same plan as most other victims and only wanted to take her to a small restaurant nearby for food. Biting her lip slightly, making it appear as if she is nervous to follow him when, in reality, she found herself thinking about her next move, she acknowledged his warning, mostly finding it worthless to listen to. Of course he would not realize so, but she had already found a few of those, and, although they were scary, she had made it through.

"You coming?" Christopher asked her, shocking her out of her thoughts which had ventured to the darker corner of her mind, she jolted ever so slightly and started after him, slipping the ring back into a pocket in the dress. She also stuck next to him very closely, more naturally and less forced than she had expected of herself. Why would she feel protected by her own victim? How could she be so naive? She shook away her thoughts immediately and simply kept close to him, walking with him to the restaurant and planning out her next move.

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Once he was sure she was following him, resumed his walk towards the restaurant, in silence. Although he was a kind personality, he had never been very talkative and wouldn't start with it now. This was one of the reasons as to why people usually kept a distance to him and some even found him scary or nervous to be around. However, Christopher didn't mind. He liked keeping a distance to other people and remaining on his own. Having peace and quiet was how he liked it, although he seldom found himself being able to experience this a lot lately. Mainly because he almost always felt stressed out about something. Then again, it probably was what followed being the advisor of the late queen.

When they reached the restaurant he was glad to see it was still open- and would be so for another hour. At least that was good. It meant he wouldn't have to worry about taking her back to Bran castle, at least. How would he be able to explain a human girl which was neither feeder nor tourist? And how would he be able to hide his vampiric identity (and everyone else's) from her? No, it would be impossible... and involving an innocent, human girl in the world of vampires was a terrible, idiotic, moronic and foolish idea. It would bring no one anything but possibly harm to her.

"Here we are," he said, pushing the door open and keeping it that way for her, smiling at her slightly. "Sorry for not introducing myself, by the way... I am Christopher Ward," Christopher said, trying to keep himself from looking so extremely tired as he felt, "Who may you be?" he asked as he waited patiently for her to enter the restaurant.