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Castiel Santiago

"You do not wish to cross me, I assure you."

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a character in “Castillo de la Muerte”, as played by Skata

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"My patience is not what it once was."


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|Name|
Castiel Emilio Santiago

|Race|
Spanish||Vampire

|Age|
Appears Twenty||Actual Age is Unknown

|Height|
Six Feet and Four Inches

|Weight|
One Hundred and Forty Three Pounds

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|Skills|

Sword Fighting||Dancing||Violin||Piano||Learning Languages||Being Intimidating||Hiding His Emotions||Plotting||Deception

|Phobias / Fears|

Pyrophobia||Atomatonaphobia

|Bad Habits / Vices|

He's far too stoic||He is incapable of empathy/sympathy||He's dangerously blunt||Hot-headed (However it is difficult to tell when he's angry)

|Quirks|

He's a fan of British Literature||He licks his fangs when frustrated||He despises tedious questions||He counts under his breath when attempting to calm himself||He rarely smiles

|Best Qualities|

His prefers logic and common sense||His eyes are the color of sapphires||He has a vast arsenal of knowledge, but doesn't flaunt it

|Worst Qualities|

He's far too unreadable||He's too intimidating||He has a tendency to say things at the most inappropriate times||Impatient||Spiteful||Too persistent||Doesn't have much of a sense of humor

|Crush|

None

|Sexual Background|

Sapiosensual||Pansexual

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|Personality Traits|

Stoic||Quiet||Intimidating||Oblivious||Apathetic||Crafty||Manipulative

Known by many as the ruthless owner of the Castillo de la Muerte estate, Castiel is a force to be reckoned with. He is stoic by nature, never alluding to what's really on his mind, thus keeping the people around him guessing constantly. He's a plethora of things: quiet, calculating, and utterly intimidating. It is rather difficult to decipher the look of indifference on his face because it is the only expression that he allows all to see, his brothers included. Very few are able to read him and even they have trouble getting it right. Due to his mask, Castiel is capable of maintaining a straight face despite the violent rage that festers within him. He is a spiteful man that seeks revenge when he has been wronged. He's crafty, manipulative, and rarely displays affection towards anyone--even his family.

On top of that, Castiel is incapable of empathy. He believes in the concept of solipsism and cannot properly feel sorry for someone when he's not them. He prefers to lounge about the estate and do things for himself. He only has a maid because she's a convenient snack.

So begins...

Castiel Santiago's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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Demetri laid sprawled out all by himself in the Drawing room on one of the many luxurious sofas, staring at the ceiling in complete and utter boredom. He was at a stalemate. If he got up and ventured, he'd be late for the impending meeting, his mind often wandered and he'd let important dates slip his mind entirely, frequently getting him into trouble with his siblings. Though sitting here all by his lonesome was in it's own way, the worst kind of torment possible for the fire haired attention hog, "Biiiiishi~ I'm lonely!" He called in a childish whine, yelling throughout the castle for all to hear, particularly those with supernatural hearing. Demetri knew no shame, even if he did he'd probably toss it out the window anyhow. The tall slender male yawned out lazily. He was infact, so lazy, that just adding the last letter of Bishop's name was just far too much effort. Since he was a small child Demetri called his twin by the annoyingly personal nickname, and old habits just die way too hard. He wasn't about to kill it now. It would once again, require far too much enegry.

His green eyes scanned the room he'd decorated himself, hell, Demetri planned out the entire estate's layout. He just had a knack for extravagance. A delicate but deceivingly strong finger stroked across the wooden frame of the sofa, admiring the material and craftmanship. It's almost time for everyone to show up, they've only got a minute or two.. He felt a grin of excitement cross his lips. It looked slightly devilish, but it couldn't be helped. He was a vampire, no matter how innocent his intentions, those pesky fangs of his always left an air of mischief to him. He'd already become quite acquainted with all of the maids, having attempted to flirt and bed all four at different times throughout the week. Of course to no success, but a man had to try. He chuckled to himself as his mind shifted to the maids. Genius. I wonder which of them came up with hiring maids.. Probably Angelo or Castiel, but he wouldn't put it past his twin either. Bishop was sadistic, maybe not manipulative as Castiel, but still capable of this sort of scheme. He sat up, brushing his hair out of his eyes. It was a mere minute before their meeting was scheduled to start.

"Well, for once I'm the first." He chuckled to himself in a cheerful tone, "Isn't that a change of arrangement." He chimed to himself, before taking a deep breath, though not necessary, "You're all going to be laaaaate~" He sang out in an obnoxiously loud voice, ringing through the halls and echoing throughout the castle. Peace definitely wasn't going to be in store for Alice. Not a wink of it. I cannot wait to see the look on her face. He figured he annoyed Alice the most after all. So he just began humming the tune of "London Bridge is Falling down" as he waited. Though when he hummed it, the song sounded quite a bit more sinister than a child's version.

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Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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Castiel worried his bottom lip idly between his thumb and forefinger; his effervescent cerulean orbs boring into the manuscript before him. In the confines of his study, the eldest Santiago shrouded himself in the amber glow of the candle; the light mingling with the oceanic depths of his eyes, causing the irises to reflect the flickering heat as it warmed his alabaster cheek. He was bent over his desk as if in the process of praying to a higher power. That is, until his younger brother’s childish voice reached his highly sensitive ears.

Castiel raised his blond head, his eyes tearing away from the document only to land on the dancing flame before him. Leaning forward, the eldest Santiago allowed a soft gust of air to slip past his parted lips, vanquishing the gleaming light source. He arose to his feet, slipping on his footwear and draping his cape over his broad shoulders before exiting the quarters. He ventured into the drawing room; his posture erect like the nobleman he was as he made his appearance. His azure gaze fell on both his lounging brothers just as Bishop proposed a hunting trip. Castiel nearly smirked; however, he maintained his indifferent expression without much effort; by now it was simply second nature.

“As long as a string of corpses are not left in your awake, dear brother,” Castiel said, his deep voice illustrating his true age more than his visage ever could. “I hold no qualms with your hunting in the slightest. However I pray you do remain as discreet as possible.” With practiced grace, Castiel seated himself on the loveseat across from his siblings. Supporting his temple on his pale knuckles, he gazed upon the men in boredom. “Pray tell, where in heaven’s name is Angelo?”

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Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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ImageOlivia opened her eyes slowly and managed to sit down on the bed. Se tried being careful enough not to make much sound, she was sure that it must have been still to early even for them as maids. She didn't make a sound or anything really, she simply sat down and stared at the candle that had been securely positioned in a nightstand beside her bed. Olivia frowned upon her own cowardice that even at her age she was frightened to pitch-black darkness. She couldn't quite even remember how or why but all she knew was that it made her afraid and that she'd be fine just as long as there was at least some kind of light source around.

She waited at least until sunrise before she got up and started getting ready. Strangely enough she had grown used to waking up early to prepare breakfast ever since she could remember. Olivia didn't mind in the slightest though, cooking was one of the things she loved the most, it was almost like a habit rather than a hobby. Even so, she hadn't really made breakfast during the little time they had been there seeing that nobody had really ordered her to do so; perhaps it was for the best, she thought, she was still unfamiliar with the mansion and the masters.

She remembered why she was there in the first place and remembered her purpose. Her father, or what was left of him, was a drunkard who did nothing but gamble, drink and find every possible way to lose the little money they had, including the money they both earned. Olivia's mother passed away when she was still very young and her brother had gone missing still at a young age. Which meant that it was only Livy and her good for nothing old man. She still remembered her bruised up father coming to her pleading to save him, apparently he had gotten involved with some high-end swindlers who did not beat around the bush, and conveniently he had managed to find her a 'good paying job'.

Sure being a maid was not the best job but she knew it could have been much worse. Determinate not to give it another thought Livy took a shower and changed to her uniform. She hadn't noticed if anyone else had also gotten up but wouldn't have been nearly as surprised if they had. Finally, after she had finished putting her uniform, Livy made her bed and tidied up the room. She ogled the room she had been assigned to once more as she had done every other morning, she was a stranger to the luxurious surroundings and only hoped she would get used to it seeing that she would have to sooner or later.

The girl had finished cleaning the place, though it hardly needed cleaning, when she noticed the time. She let out a sigh of relief when she noticed she was still on time for the meeting they had been summoned to in the drawing room. Livy quickly headed outside her room closing the door behind her carefully. She was unsure whether the were still getting ready or if they were already there waiting, she hoped it would be the latter. Not wanting to be late she walked at a fast pace finally reaching the drawing room, she opened the door and noticed some of the masters already waiting inside.

As soon as she crossed gaze with one of them she bowed and gave her respects, "good morning" she greeted the masters a bit awkwardly. Truth was she had not really gotten used to being a maid, she had barely joined the profession but a year ago. Although she had been a maid long enough to learn many skills, enough so to call herself a 'good maid', she could not really grasp the idea of having a superior authority in her life, her father had made sure of that himself. She looked up again and eyed the gentlemen that stood not too far from where she was.

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Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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ImageHardly anything could be seen in the lurking darkness that surrounded Angelo, only his soft breath was able to penetrate the pitch void. A small chirp reached his sensitive ears, awakening him from his short slumber. Letting a small sigh escape his parted lips, he reached his arm outward, allowing it to search his surroundings. The tips of his fingertips touched against something cold and smooth, grasping it in his hand Angelo brought the item towards him.

Inside his palm was a small music box, winding it up the cranking echoed throughout his sleeping quarters. One would usually call this a bedroom, but to Angelo it wasn't, since it was a rare occasion for him to even sleep in this room. For some particular reason Angelo couldn't stand the feeling he received being in here. Opening his heavy lids, Angelo revealed a pair of ruby orbs which glistened brightly even in the darkness. Opening up the musicbox a soft melody played, which engulfed Angelo in a world of memories.

Allowing the music to play to the end, Angelo closed the music box, placing it back in its originally position. Lifting himself up Angelo stared into the darkness. Once seated upwards, his covers slide off revealing is shirtless body. Letting his forehead hit the palm of his head, Angelo let out a sigh, as he let himself slowly awaken. As if responding to his unsettling mood, Angelo was farther awakened by the rambunctious whining of his younger brother, Demetri.

This seeming to be the signal for him to return to reality, Angelo swiftly made his way from the bed. One could only guess Angelo being in the darkness was second nature, as it did nothing to hinder his movements, despite his previous struggle when first awaking. Appearing to be seeing quite perfectly he slipped on a long sleeved black shirt and a pair of shoes. Then making his exit he walked to his first destination of the day.

“Pray tell, where in heaven’s name is Angelo?”

Walking in right on que, Angelo eyed his brother as he heard his name, he was about to speak when he noticed the small girl before him. Staring at her for a minute he resumed speaking toward Castiel, ignoring her existence, "Sorry Castiel. I didn't intend to cause you to wait." Seating himself next to his eldest brother on the loveseat, Angelo nodded toward his younger brothers.

Messing with the golden necklace hanging from his neck, Angelo stared off into space. Glancing over at Demetri, something seemed to click in his head, "Oh, yes. Thank you for announcing your presence so loudly this morning Demetri, it was greatly appreciated." Angelo said all this with a monotone voice, but seemed to say his message toward Demetri quite sarcastically, though it really didn't seem any different from his normal speech.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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ImageAnise woke up a bit late, but she took no time in beginning her work. Since she'd gotten dressed she'd been cooking in the kitchens, although the master's didn't seem to have much of an appetite, she still cooked it nonetheless. She couldn't remember the last time she had a proper breakfast. She wasn't chef potential, but living with her drunk mother brought her to at least a level of proficiency. She placed all of the plates in the dining hall, then the utensils. She smiled at her work, admiring the table's perfection.

Then she heard the clock strike, her body stiffening as she remembered. She looked over at the grandfather clock in the room knowingly. Shoot.. Her violet eyes widen shocked as she ran straight back into the kitchen, flinging her apron off and onto the rack messily before she began sprinting through the large castle. I'm late, I hope they haven't started already.. They'll get mad if I burst in and interrupt them. What if they send me back to mother? She felt her stomach churn, her mother would punish her, if not kill her for shaming their family. She bit her bottom lip, stopping to catch her breath. Being human, it had it's letdowns, sometimes she wished she didn't have so many limitations. She started running again, holding her dress as she ran. She was a little skeptical about showing up, Demetri kind of made her nervous, and his twin brother, Bishop, scared her entirely. She grinned as she reach the door, letting out a sigh of relief, "Only a minute late.."

She opened the door as quietly as possible, biting her bottom lip before sliding into the drawing room, "Sorry.. I was making breakfast.. I know I wasn't asked to.. b-but I thought it'd be nice if we could all eat together.." She quietly announced her presence, biting her bottom lip, "I apologize for being late.." she bowed quickly, black long hair falling in her face. She didn't lift her form, waiting for a scolding from at least one of the brothers. Just get it over with, I'd rather hear my punishment now than later.. she thought to herself nervously, She opened one eye, straightening her posture when she noticed two were missing, "M-might I ask.." she began again, nervous she was pushing her luck, "Where is Alice and Tanzy..?" She asked looking around as if she might have missed their presence somewhere.

Somewhere along her panic looking for her own twin, Anise noticed just how.. close the twins were. Any closer and they'd be intertwined. She blushed for them, her eyes locking on the twins. She herself, being a twin, still didn't understand their relationship, but perhaps because their mother was a wall that separated their relationship. Alice didn't see the worst of their mother's wrath. W-why are they laying together like that? For the moment, finding her twin was in the back of her mind, the "friendly" twins distracting her quite a bit. The blush still ever-present on her face. Are they...together..? She shook her head very quickly. A-accusations like that can't leave my head! She mentally warned herself, accusing them of incest could get me sent home!

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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ImageDemetri rejoiced when he saw his twin brother, a toothy grin back at him, "It's the only way to get your attention~" He sang out happily. Once Demetri had company, he was always chipper and ready to start his day, "A butler.." Demetri began, he trailed off on the thought for a moment, laughing a little darker, unaware he'd done it aloud, "I'm afraid that our eldest brothers don't wish for me to rip him apart." He stated aloud, knowing he could. The maids were all several rooms away after all. The perks of sensitive hearing. He let his arms lay loosely around his elder brother, receiving the physical contact he needed, "Speaking of, when was the last time you fed dear brother? You're looking paler than usual.." He noted. Though Demetri was the youngest of all the four, He definitely spent a fair bit of his time doting on and worrying about his Bishop.

His green eyes flickered for a moment at the word hunting, a more primal look to his usually gentle and happy-go-lucky features. Truth be told it had been several days since he last fed. Honestly lucky that no accidents occurred during the maid's stay thus far. "I suppose I'll have to take you up on that offer.. wouldn't want my mess extending to inside the house.." His voice grew lower and lower as he thought about feeding, more feral. Sure he was being quiet about it, but that only made it all the creepier. For his sake, thankfully none of the maid's had arrived yet, simply their older brother Castiel making his entrance.

"Worry not, we'll dump the bodies off at a war site." He frowned at his brother waving him off, as quick as a blink, his voice was back to being eccentric and happy, but a dryness was lingering in his throat, "Won't you join us Cas~?" Then he began playing with Bishop's hair, "Besides, we should celebrate. None of us have hurt our little doves, as of yet. Though it's about time we introduce them to their real duties here.." He mumbled childishly, "The woods gets mud on my boots.." Demetri was definitely a fashionista, his only concern being his clothes, "I've got my responsibility." He grinned, giving Bishop a bear hug as Castiel mentioned Angelo, "Slipping up on your perfection already, deary?" He teased Castiel.

"Oh~ One of the doves have arrived!" He chimed out loud and excitedly. My, my I see why my brother favors you, you do look delicious deary.. "It's your favorite.." He whispered to Bishop, before looking back to Olivia, "Right on time my dear, kind of." He gave her a closed eye and closed mouth smile, resembling a fox of sorts, "You're the first to arrive, please, take a seat." He moved one hand from his embrace around his twin to usher her to a seat. Demetri definitely was the more social of the four brothers. Then he laughed quietly, "Look Cas~ I found Angel!" his grin grew larger after stating the obvious, "Want to go hunting with us Angel?" He fluttered his eyelashes at his newly arrived elder brother, arming himself with a puppy dog pout.

Demetri sighed contently as Angelo even mentioned his wake up call, "Well if not me, then who else? It'd sound ridiculous if you or Castiel rang out and about." He snickered, "Bishop would scare the entire country. He's definitely not a morning person until he's had his first drink.." He kept the fact they were talking about blood so subtle, since the girls didn't already know, "Hunting" and "Drink" could have meant deer and wine. They won't figure it out until it's too late. It brought a small smirk to his face. He wasn't a faithful candidate for sadism, but this was just far too precious to pass up how perfect the situation was playing out.

The the second of the four girls arrived while Demetri lost himself in his thoughts, but quickly regathering them, Demetri nudged Bishop, "There's yours.. It might be wise to keep away from Angelo's, you know above all else us vampires can be quiet.. possessive, well, aside from myself.." He whispered, making sure neither girl could hear him. Demetri had ruined many countries for the four, simply because he let his jealousy best him. Each time ended bloody. "Good morning, love." He decided to allow his brothers a chance to be hospitable to the second, he'd already handled the first girl.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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Taking a final look at herself in the mirror, Tanzy smoothed out her crisp white apron and arranged it so it was perfectly even. There. Now she was officially presentable. Humming softly to herself, the young woman finally left her modest quarters to begin her day in the kitchen.

The smell of a nice, warm breakfast reached her nose, a hint of a smile appearing as another maid, Anise, set about preparing food for the occupants of the manor. Often times Tanzy would assist in the cooking, but the ebony haired girl had beaten her to it. Ah well. She seemed to enjoy doing such a task anyway, so who was she to deny the fellow maid? Before any greetings could be exchanged, Anise hurried off without noticing Tanzy in the opposite doorway.

It seemed she had just put the finishing touches upon the dining room table, eerything the picture of perfection. Except...No, that wasn't quite right. The knife on the third place setting was slightly off. Tanzy automatically fixed it, arranging it perfectly straight. There.

As the clock chimed, Tanzy jumped, nearly messing up the perfection at the unexpectedness. Oh, she really had to get used to a grandfather clock. Something important was happening today. Oh yes, a meeting of sorts if she recalled correctly. Tanzy moved into the kitchen once more, pleased to see a pot of tea was already brewing. Good Anise, she had thought ahead. But that apron!

Tanzy paused mid-hum, lifting the cast aside apron and hanging it with care, dusting a crumb from it. There, fixed. She had nothing against Anise, and she knew the girl would most likely feel as if Tanzy was criticizing her, daring to subtley accuse the fellow female of being inferior or inadequate. This was not the case, she simply felt compelled to fix things. Of course, this did slow her down considerably at times...

Swiftly gathering a tray, she placed the teapot and cups upon the rolling serving cart, following it up with a cream pitcher, a bowl of sugar, and tea strainers. All set. Taking care to not let anything jostle, the girl led the offerring to the drawing room.

Oh dear, it seemed she was the second to last to arrive. Hopefully her family would not suffer for this in the pay. Tanzy bowed her head in greeting, tea tray pushed in front of her.

"Forgive my lateness...I shall be more careful next time." she apologized softly, still unsure about these employers of hers. They were different, and she found them hard to decipher. Well, she suppossed that was none of her concern.

"Would any of the masters desire some tea?" she asked.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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"Hush now," Bishop hissed at Demetri as he heard the first of the maids stir at the door. Olivia was first, a sharp nudge from Demetri's elbow reminding him of his new found affection for the girl. The oldest twin found her bashful and rather unsure of her ability, a cute quality. Oh, they would learn, they would all be perfectionists in no time whatsoever. Bishop's sharp golden eyes cut to Demetri as he rambled on and on, insistently pointing out everything and anything. However before he could reprimand his brother for not holding his tongue his attention was drawn to the maid offering tea. Biting his fingernail he tried to remember her name, though he wasn't one for being very observant or caring.

"I'll have a cup," Bishop stated to Tanzy, sitting up so that he was no longer leaning in against Demetri's chest. He sat forward, hands between his knees as he hunched his shoulder. "Make it...extra sweet, if you don't mind." The vampire practically purred, voice sultry and sensual. All the girls looked so delicious, but wait a moment...Weren't there four of them? Bishop had only counted three. The vampire wasn't very fond of tea, but the girl had gone the distance to prepare some, so may as well. "Anise, my darling, you look ravishing." Golden eyes turned to his own maid, tongue darting out to lick his lip as he tapped his forefinger against chin. The young woman was pretty, Bishop gave her that, but not directly to his liking. Most of the women he courted were blonde and petite, though he could make an exception for this dark haired beauty.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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ImageIt’s still dark out.. I wonder what time it is? mused Alice's inner voice, the tone holding a detached inquisitiveness. Exhaling a soft sigh, the gesture an even mixture of annoyance and resignation, the elder twin invoked her core strength to haul her upper body into a sitting position, the length of that ebony curtain producing the nostalgic swishing, before sending a quick flick around the room. Anise is still sleeping.. noted her conscious as those ever-changing orbs latched onto her identical other half’s form, the covers rising and falling in rhythm to the younger’s routine breathing. With a ginger fluidity, Alice peeled back the covers, cold air immediately clashing with the trapped warmth from below, before delicately placing a bare foot onto the wood-slatted flooring.

Taking a moment to herself, the young woman made a rather great display, similar to a feline’s, of stretching, each limb slowly awaking to it’s master’s call once more. However…. her time was limited. Sinking her upper row of teeth into her lower rosied lip, Alice flickered that gaze back over to her sister as she made quick work lacing up the combat boots. Ok..quiet now.. whispered her internal voice, eager not to awake Anise. As she hauled her person off the mattress and crossed to the other side to pause at the window, Alice couldn’t help but let a grin paint it’s way onto her features. After all...not a single, rash sound was produced from her movement..which meant she could disappear for a few hours without her sister worrying that pretty little head of hers off. Possessing a mind of their own, those tapered fingers gently curled around the ledge of the wooden windowsill before pushing it upward with ease. Not bothering to shiver at the chill leaking from mother nature, the newly assigned maid gracefully climbed up onto the platform, her body in a crouching position, legs ready to spring outward. Sending one last glance over at Anise, a mischievous smirk now replacing that lighthearted grin, Alice rubbed her hands together before focusing on the tree in front of her. More specifically, the limb she was to land one. ”One...two...three..!” rang out her counting, excitement causing the tone to quiver. In one second, she was safely tucked on the ledge. The next, the military-oriented maid was hanging perilously off a branch, body swaying and swinging in gravity’s pull. Still having at smirk glued to her face, Alice fluently pulled her body back up to the solid perch, eyes scanning for the next available branch. Resting on the original limb, the twin had a second to glance back over at her other half, before sailing through the air and landing in a different tree.

After about thirty minutes of tree hopping, exhaustion making it’s appearance well-known in her system, Alice had finally found a resting place. Exhaling shallow breaths, eyes alight with excitement and adrenaline, the girl found herself slumped against the current tree’s trunk, legs dangling over the side. ”My time.. I think..it’s getting..better” floated out her broken words, breath finally coming back to her. Giving a shake of her head, that smile growing, the eldest twin lifted her face heavenward, the rays of sun planting butterfly kisses onto her skin. ”Hm….this is the life, ya know? If only Anise would see it this way…. I wonder if she is still sleeping? Nah..there was this meeting today that she was freaking out about…” trailed off her voice, bliss settling in her mind. A few seconds ticked by before those stormy blue orbs flew open, startled surprise shining in them. ”Damn it…! How could I forget?!” hissed out her voice, the curse being the vent to express her disbelief. Without a moment’s hesitation, she dropped down from the tree to land, feet first, on the Earth below. Picking up a fast-paced jog, the maid began her journey back to the manor.

Going around the back of the imposing structure, a slew of under-the-breath curses coming from her, Alice could only gnaw on her lip as possible ways to get inside might occur. The door would cause far too much noise...and she couldn’t as well walk through the front like it was no big deal. Guess.. I’ll have to go through the window again.. Racing up the tree with shocking speed, a part of the girl couldn’t help but feel relieved seeing their window still wide open. Without wasting a precious moment, she lept into their room, a tuck and roll fashion required.

Standing up and glancing in the mirror, Alice couldn’t help but ponder if she would have time to change. After all, military-esque, ankle-length combat boots, bermuda cargo shorts, a cropped top and a military-green, fur-lined coat wasn’t exactly the best impression to give to her employers.. not to mention the various leaves in her hair. However, the distant chiming of the grandfather clock broke any debate and Alice was soon jogging down the stretched halls, silently cursing the expanse of ground to cover. Luckily, it wasn’t long until she heard the voices from within the room, her body coming to a halt before it. Exhaling and inhaling, a vain course of action to quell her nerves, Alice’s mind began to entertain the possibility of returning and changing after all. "Anise, my darling, you look ravishing." came the tidbit of their conversations, the nature of the tone one that Alice, the eldest, wasn’t partial to. Gritting her jaw at such blatant behavior towards her sister, Alice allowed for a slender hand to wrap around the door knob before slipping inside the room. Cringing at the commanding sound the door made, the maid could only muster a sheepish smile as she gravitated towards Anise, a look saying ‘Don’t be mad, Sis' plastered onto her features.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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ImageAnise smiled to herself. Tanzy remembered tea, I'm going to have to cook something special to repay her... She sighed quietly, quite a bit relieved that she wasn't the only maid. It felt nice to have someone around to catch her various shortcomings.. She would definitely have to congratulate her for saving the day, once again. If anyone deserved an award, Tanzy well deserved employee of the week. Anise wasn't certain of many things, but that she could claim without doubts. She gave Tanzy a grateful smile, although it didn't last very long. The next voice she heard sent chills down her spine before stiffening her entire body. She'd only interacted with the owner of the tantalizing vocals only briefly during the previous week, but something about Bishop sent chills down her spine. Cold, scary chills. He definitely frightened her. There was no questioning it. She bit her bottom lip, restraining herself from rolling her eyes at him. Both of them.. Her eyes shifted to the twins, They're both animals. Do they flirt with absolutely everything in a dress? She looked Tanzy over, then Olivia, sinking into depression. They both are really cute though.. She flattened out her dress, attempting to make herself look alert, at least a little well kept. However, all she was honestly focused on was her own shortcomings when it came to appeal. She had no charm whatsoever to her. The only thing Anise was given to work with was introversion and obedience. God hadn't blessed her with much else. She was completely envious of the other girls, even her twin sister Alice.

Her eyes shifted to Castiel, perhaps for a bit longer than she had planned. He is so beautiful.. He seemed to be perfect in her eyes, calm and his eyes were dreamy, not to mention, unlike the twins he wasn't loud and all that terrifying. She almost got lost in staring, as rude as it was. Though the worst happened, ripping her from her daydream. Well, so she thought to be the worst. Anise had no idea what would happen in the days to come, how much she'd regret claiming this as the WORST that could happen, "Anise, my darling, you look ravishing." The words slapped her in the face like a sack of potatoes. She didn't know what to do with them, but there they were, sitting sprawled out in her lap, leaving her in a confused daze. Did he see me nearly DROOLING over his brother?! She thought embarrassed, blushing for an entirely different reason than the compliment itself. It took a few moments, but Anise quickly bowed, "T-t-thank you my lord." They weren't exactly lords, just overwhelmingly rich noblemen, but Anise hadn't really grown up to a rich family so she didn't know the minor difference. Her voice was quick and panicky, definitely not a fan of the sudden attention. The dark haired maid definitely seemed to feel more at home maintaining the position of wallflower. Much shyer than her own twin. She looked up just in time to notice the way he was looking at her, which made her shivers have shivers. W-what is that look he gave me just now? She was becoming more skittish by the second, Alice.. where are you?

As if on cue, her sister Alice emerged from the door, Anise letting out a much calmer breath. Thank god.. She walked over to meet her sister half way, squeezing her twin's hand softly for reassurance, before helping pick leaves out of her equally dark hair, "Woods?" She asked quietly, "You forgot the meeting entirely, didn't you?" She primped her sister as best she could without being rude, turning back to face the four noblemen, "M-my apologies.." She stumbled for words, "It's.. uhm.." She bit her bottom lip as she thought, "Part of Alice's process." At least all of them were present now. The meeting could continue as scheduled.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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ImageOlivia's eyes were fixated on the twins, surprised at their closeness her eyes widened but hoped nobody would notice. She also had a brother, though he disappeared when she merely a child they had never been that close; for a moment she wondered if siblings were supposed to be like that but was almost sure they weren't.

She was still waiting by the door when Demetri noticed her presence "Oh~ One of the doves have arrived!" he said with notable enthusiasm. Livy did not say anything as she took the liberty to look at Demetri sparing no detail, it was obvious Demetri had his charms, though Olivia couldn't quite understand his personality.

Olivia turned her gaze to Bishop now, her eyes blinking in curiosity meet Bishop's golden eyes; the contrasting personalities between the twins sent a shiver down her spine somehow. Bishop did not make her weary as the other brothers, instead he inspired curiosity to the young girl. "Right on time my dear, kind of." Olivia eyed at Demetri as he gave her a smile, a smile which was enough to give her goosebumps, Livy managed to smile apologetically and nodded. "You're the first to arrive, please, take a seat" continued Demetri now urging her to take a seat.

Olivia followed Demetri's wishes and sat down not too far from were they were seated, her eyes now shifting to the eldest, Castiel. His cold personality was somewhat... unsettleling to Livy, it made her weary and cautious of sorts. Yet again, like his brother's his looks were perfect, a bit too perfect to Livy's taste... inhuman would be almost too fitting. It didn't take long before her attention was caught up by Angelo, yet again someone who puzzled the young girl. His appearance gave off a wild-like feel, almost as if alluring while at the same time intimidating, something unexplainable yet to her. In whole truth, every single one of the masters was an enigma to her. Sure some intimidated her more than the other, yet every single one was as mysterious as the other. She listened as Demetri went off on chatter about hunting when she was distracted by Anise's arrival. Livy let out a sigh in relief, it was always better when the other girls were there with her.

Anise greeted them and apologized for being one minute late, soon enough she asked about Tanzy and her twin Alice; Olivia couldn't help but wonder the exact same thing. She secretly prayed they would arrive soon in hoping the meeting could be adjourned as fast as possible; even better if they made her cook something. Soon enough Tanzy arrived, Livy let out another sigh of immediate relief, Tanzy immediately asked if anyone would like any tea and Livy mentally scolded herself for her unprofessionalism. It was obvious that Tanzy was almost if not the one with most experience of them all, Livy secretly hoped Tanzy would not mind if she were to ask her for some advise later on.

Alice was the last one to arrive, she wasn't wearing her uniform and instead some military outfit with trail of an adventure of some sorts. Inevitably, Olivia let out a small laugh at her friend's appearance, it was for almost a split second before she pinched herself to stop but still she wouldn't be surprised if any of the gentlemen noticed. She moved her head facing the ground hoping she'd be forgiven for her attitude, but she was more apologetic to Alice. She then remembered she was still sitting down, she eyed all of the girls and mentally apologized to them, she could hardly imagine it would be fair to the others if she were to be sitting down as if she was a guest in the house, while the others stood.

Softly and without making a fuss Olivia stood up from the seat and joined the others. Almost as if protecting Alice, she stood in front of her. She smiled to Anise before she looked at the four gentlemen before her, "forgive my intrusion, but may I ask why we were summoned here?" Livy said hoping they could forget Alice's incident, hoping that if someone were to get scolded it would be her, even so she couldn't hide her nervousness as her hands began shaking in fear. Of course, she needed the job to pay her dad's growing debt but she also knew she was not the only one in need out of the other girls.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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ImageEmptiness lurked in the eyes of Angelo, as he glared at his younger brother pouting toward him. He wished to avoid this same scene so early in the morning, as this was a reacquiring attempt. Demetri would pout and if Angelo denied the young child would constantly assault him with his constant whimpering and protest about how anti-social he is, and that he doesn't spend enough time with them.

And to Angelo all this didn't matter in the least bit, but hearing it over and over again wears one down. A silent sigh passed his lips,"Why not?" With a wave off his hand Angelo shooed the thought away no longer wanting to hear about such tiring things.

Angelo listened to Demetri stating his reason for being obnoxious, and this caused Angelo to let out a rare snicker, "I agree your the only one of us who doesn't have his head screwed on enough to use the ability of common sense so early in the morning."

Angelo was no longer in the mood to talk, as he had become exhausted. Even if it wasn't no more than a few sentences Angelo wasn't a talkative person. Since to him the must tiring activate one could do was speak. To confirm this fact, he drifted into a light slumber, ignoring the others and there tedious conversations.

Even while he was slowly dozing off he kept his perfect posture in tact, allowing the back of his hand to softly support his cheek, Angelo let the weight of his head to fall upon his hand. If one knew Angelo they would understand that him sleeping during a meeting, wasn't anything new. It wasn't like he was trying to be rude toward anyone in particular, this was just his personality.

The lingering smell of freshly brewed tea filled his sense of smell, slowly lifting Angelo from his light slumber. His eyes looked on with irritation at the arrival of maids, one he spotted coming in lastly. She wasn't dressed as a maid, but some military outfit. To a certain degree it amused Angelo, though his facial expression told a different story.

After watching them all for a period of time, he became bored once again. Sighing he lifted himself up and straightened his back slightly, falling into a comfortable position. He stared at the ticking clock, hoping that this meeting would hurry up and finish. He couldn't stand being in this room with so many people, it bothered him greatly.

Angelo was in deep thought when he heard a small voice. Sending a glance over to the blonde haired maid, Angelo looked over at Castiel,"Everyone is here Brother, can we begin?" Angelo said this in a flat tone. Without a reply he resumed his anti-social tendencies, once again tuning everyone out.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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Castiel could hear her heartbeat before her finger’s wrapped around the brass knob. His sapphire gaze darted to the door just as it opened and he narrowed them ever so slightly. Those piercing eyes followed Alice as she settled herself at her sister’s side, noting her lack of uniform bitterly though it didn’t show on his face. He tore his gaze from the twin only to have them dart in Anise’s direction as she spoke. He could hear her heartbeat going aflutter, sensing her unease through the organ’s frantic rhythm, but he made no move to comfort her. He’d excuse the tardiness this once; it was merely their first day. He usually wasn’t mercifully, nor would he be after today, but this was going to be the last time they displayed such an act—he’d assure that—so he wouldn’t dwell on the flaw in their performance, thus far. Upon Angelo’s question, Castiel nodded curtly before pushing himself onto his feet; poise and calm.

“Very well,” he began, deep resonating voice rumbling through his chest with authority. It was evident through the sheer confidence in his baritone speech that he was weighed down with age; it was the voice of a man that has seen far too much and has grown weary of life itself. “I’d like to assure you, dear brothers that my decision in allowing these women to house in our estate is a sound one. It has been brought to my attention that in satisfying our hunger, some of us have an unhealthy tendency to cause a bit of chaos in the process. Therefore, I took the liberty of providing us with a personal aid and a close source of sustenance.” Castiel shifted his bright gaze towards the twins, seeing as they were the most mischievous of the bunch, especially Demetri with his violent past with feeding. He turned his attention to the women, his luminescent hues sizing all of them up out of habit. There was no hunger within the depths of his irises, but instead a spark of faint intrigue. He wondered if his decision was a burden on their lives. He didn’t much care, but it would have been interesting to pry into their minds simply to see what made them tick.

“I have summoned you ladies because I believe in order to do your job with the utmost perfection, you must first understand what you are up against. My brothers and I are not your average lords. In fact, we are not human. Our hunger can only be sated by the essence of humans for we are of the vampire origin.” He allowed the information to hang in the tense air as he stared them down unyieldingly. “I am fully aware that this is a surprise for you lot, but I must remind you that once you agreed to work under this roof; you committed yourself to my brothers and me for the rest of your lives. There will be no running from us, loves.” He narrowed his eyes, his fangs poking pass supple lips. “And if you try to, I can ensure that you’d regret said decision. Do I make myself clear?”

With that, the eldest Santiago tucked his white fangs back into his gums as he laced his artisan fingers behind his broad back. He approached them with his stoic barrier separating himself from the girls. Castiel addressed them as a unit as he inspected them individually. He started with Olivia, peering down at her lethargically. “Whilst in the Santiago walls, you will adhere to a strict set of rules and regulations. Seeing as each of my brothers will be picking a maid that is to their liking, I expect you to follow not only my rules, but theirs as well.” He absentmindedly twirled a strand of Olivia’s golden hair around his forefinger, his hard gaze softening in whimsy. He had always had a soft spot for hair, especially longer hair. He enjoyed running his slender fingers through the silky strands.

Snapping out of his reverie, Castiel straightened up and pulled his finger away before moving to Tanzy. His eyes connected with hers as he spoke, “Rule one: you will obey your master and your master alone. He will be your top priority. Secondly, you will not enter any of my brothers’ quarters without permission, myself included. You are also forbidden to go into the forest adjacent to the castle.” His gaze flitted to Alice as he coolly made his way towards her. He could smell the earth on her flesh for it was mingling with the sweat on her brow. Her attire alone was a beacon of defiance. He nearly smirked, but he stopped himself. She was going to be a handful, he could tell. “Though I hold no qualms towards your finding solace in the outdoors, I will personally make it my business if this particular rule is broken.” His eyes bored into her, daring her to break the rule; promising pain through mere eye contact. “Also, you’re expected to remain in uniform when in the presence of the vampires, unless your master says otherwise. Do you understand, dear Alice?” As pleasant as his voice was, his empty expression and his icy eyes were enough to get the menacing message across.

Anise was the last left for Castiel’s assessment. He allowed his thumb and forefinger to toy with a lock of her raven hair. He liked the texture more than he expected. He idly played with it as he spoke, “You are forbidden to go into my study along with any of the rooms that are adorned with locks, that is unless I bid you to.” Castiel looked up from the hair before he looked Anise in the eyes. Her unease was still evident not only in the beating of her heart, but in the depths of her amber hues. She had a reason to be nervous; he didn’t fault her for it. “Lastly, the curtains are to remain shut during daylight. You may open them at nightfall.” He leaned closer to Anise, allowing her hair to slip from his fingers as he moved to whisper in her ear. His lips brushed the helix ever so gently as he whispered, “I highly suggest you keep an eye on your twin sister, love. We don’t want you being the only Deloper in the castle, now do we?” A small malicious smirk adorned his face, morphing his calm visage into a cruel masterpiece. This look went unseen as he pulled his apathetic mask back on once more as he stepped away from the young girl. “If any of these rules are broken, you will be punished how ever your master sees fit. Constantly break my rules and I will kill you myself.” He turned his back to the maids, regarding his brothers.

“All I ask of you, brothers, is to respect each other’s decisions and keep your hands to yourself. We keep from feeding on anyone else’s maids. That aside, I urge you to enjoy my gift.” He glanced over his shoulder at the maids offhandedly adding, “I took the liberty of drawing up your schedule for today. You will find it in each of your quarters on your desks.” Castiel seated himself beside Angelo, resting his temple on his knuckles as he gestured to the women. “That concludes our meeting. Brothers, you may pick your maid, but Tanzy belongs to me.”

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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ImageDemetri pouted as his twin silenced him with two mere words, but complied with his wishes nonetheless. He wasn't sure why he was keeping it such a big secret. Is he afraid his maid will notice~? He thought to himself amused, a sly smile crossing the flame haired male's thin lips. He watched his brother have his flirtatious fun. Hmm, I guess Bishop's getting into spirits, even though he wanted a butler instead.. He chuckled aloud, a bit eerie to say the least considering nothing humourous had been said. He was having conversations in his head? He snapped from his thoughts when he heard his twin's voice complimenting his own maid, despite his affections for Angelo's. That's a good boy Bishi~ Demetri thought to himself, "Oh she thinks ahead! I like that! Very well done." He commended Tanzy, green eyes glittering in appreciation, nothing more, for now, "I'll have one too if you don't mind, but I'll mix it myself deary." Demetri had much finer, complex taste. It was very difficult for him to find a chef or stylist who could get his needs -exactly- right, thus he normally did many things for himself.

Demetri noticed the shiver in Olivia, another perk to being a vampire. We seem unnerve her.. I'll take note of it.. His green eyes stared at her, but not in the same manner Bishop's gaze would scan the girl. Demetri was fascinated that she had the courage to stare. She's going to be an interesting little dove to say the least. She really did had a refreshing appeal to her. Such a beauty.. but then again, all of them are~ <3

Angelo finally agreed to go hunting, making the youngest clap with childlike enthusiasm, "Splendid~!" He sang merrily. He couldn't recall the last time they'd all went hunting together, but the small fact that Castiel brushed the offer under the rug, made him slump a little, despite being a noble whom had quite a reputation to uphold, which only worsened as Angelo teased him, "You scorn me, dear brother." He held his chest, gripping towards his still heart as if Angelo had wounded him, "The ice is thick with this one.." He said in a raspy, false weak tone.

Demetri's childish antics however came to an abrupt halt once Castiel began the meeting. He sat up, letting go of his brother as a more serious air seemed to swallow Demetri whole. Or perhaps it could have been the fact that Castiel was slamming the majority of "unhealthy tendency to cause a bit of chaos in the process." towards him. Demetri couldn't deny that his past was coated in a thick layer of blood and chaos. Demetri just closed his eyes, a smirk finally crossing the more friendly Vampire's lips, "Guilty.." He sighed, doing nothing more to explain himself to the maids. Once his lime eyes opened, he began chewing on his lip. The girls had no idea who they contracted themselves to. Castiel, as perfect as he tried to come across was arguably more demonic than himself and Bishop combined. They were at least honest about their own sins, Castiel hid his own with deceit and calculation. Though he stopped keeping score years ago. Arguing amongst each other just wasn't in his interests anymore. It was futile as catching smoke with your bare hands.

He'd grown bored with his eldest brother's speech, thus he ignored the rules towards the maids. Demetri proceeded his observations by leaning back in the couch, eyeing Alice, then back to Bishop. He was worried for them both. Alice, almost the exact replica of her sister Anise, sans the shyness and violet eyes, intrigued him. She reminded him of his brother, what with her fiery spirit and whatnot. I like her. I want her. She's mine. As quick as his thought's came, he decided which maid he'd make his own, "Got it.." He replied to Castiel, only catching his vague words. Brothers, respect, hands.. something like that.. Demetri snickered to himself quietly, maintaining the best pokerface he could muster. Though, there always was some kind of grin on his face. Maybe it was his own form of a straight face. Demetri never was good at typical.

Demetri snapped his fingers, and as the action ended, his index pointed at Alice sharply, "Mine." It was the only words he spoke, but it was enough of a claim he supposed. She reminds me of Bishi.. His thoughts grew warm and fuzzy as he thought about his upcoming days with the maid. She'll make a decent replacement for when I can't see Bishi~ <3

Demetri also had secondary motives. If he took the wild card, it kept her under his protection. She'd need as much of it as she could get. Castiel was surely the oldest, but Demetri was also the most possessive. He could be aggressive as well when it came to someone touching what's his. He walked over to her, and bended on one knee, taking Alice's hand, looking up to her, "I'll make you a deal deary~" He chimed in a happy tone. Though his facial features soon grew sincere, "Humor me once in a while with nourishment and company, I won't ask anything else of you.." He spoke in a soft, gentlemanly voice, "Do this, and in return.." His eyes grew more serious, "I won't let anyone, or anything hurt you as long as I remain on this earth. Including myself." Then he kissed her hand tenderly, "I promise on my immortal life."

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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ImageAnise smiled back to Olivia, whispering a small, "Thank you.." just loud enough for her to hear, hoping the Masters of the house wouldn't. Though unbeknownst to her, they could hear it even better than Olivia could. The question the blonde asked directly afterwards was in Anise's head too, and she subconsciously nodded in agreement with her. Why are we here? I could be more useful elsewhere.. she trailed off thinking of her personal to-do list. She couldn't help but feel in debt to Olivia. She'd discuss it with the blonde at another date however. She had to remain professional at the current time. It seems we've all got each other's backs.. that's good.. It warmed her heart to have allies in such a lonely place, especially so far from home. She missed France vaguely now and then, despite all the sour memories it held for her.

Her eyes shifted to the white haired brother, out of the four she hadn't become acquainted with..Angelo? That was his name right? She'd just go with Lord or Sir to be safe if she approached a situation where addressing him became necessary. He perked her curiousity the most. He spoke so little and seemed to hate everything. He looked like a bear trapped in a small cage. Poor guy.. I think he's out of his element.. Why is Castiel making him stay here if he's uncomfortable? She raised her gaze to make eye contact with Castiel once he chose to overlook her sister, smiling appreciatively, "Thank goodness.." she sighed under her breath.

She kept her mind alert as he began the meeting. Not human? Is this.. a joke? Her violet eyes widened in shock. The timid girl's eyes scanning his features as best as she could. He didn't seem like the type for needless humor.. so what was he playing at? As the word vampire crossed the eldest brother's lips it made sense.. she hadn't seen them eat hardly at all in the past week, they only awoke in the evenings.. She suddenly felt dizzy. Her gaze shifting between the four brothers nervously. Agreed!? We signed nothing.. It was.. "There will be no running from us, loves." She ceased her thoughts instantly, assuming the terms of the agreement mattered little to none to the blonde. He's.. surprisingly sadistic.. He's.. scary.. She was trembling as she listened to the rest, despite her legs wanting to dart herself out of the room, her mind reminded her it would be unwise, deadly even. She swallowed hard, gripping her dress in attempt to control her fear. Stop shaking.. The sight of fangs only verified his announcement. Mother.. what have you done?

Her eyes didn't leave Castiel for a second as he moved to Olivia. Picking? It made her feel slightly at ease, but it was hardly enough to matter. Follow the rules.. Check. She made mental notes towards a survival guide. He was touching Olivia so intimately, not like the strangers they truly were. Is he going to pick her? Anise thought, slightly hoping he would, but the other half of her wouldn't wish it upon the girl who'd stood up for her sister. Then he moved to Tanzy. The first rule seemed like a repeat, but she spoke nothing of it aloud. Don't enter their rooms.. Self explanatory. Anyone with a brain would stay at a careful distance if they had a choice. As he grew closer to her sister, Anise almost spoke, biting into her lip hard enough to make herself wince. She was the coward of the two, but Alice was her twin despite that. It was like breathing to protect her. Her body even jerked towards them, but she didn't lift her feet. No.. Anise.. He's the master of the house.. She clenched her jaw in irritation. The first time it'd crossed her face since she'd arrived. Castiel was the first to get under her skin notably.. well figuratively speaking of course.

Her eyes met his as he finally reach her. Before she would have fled for space, blushed, possibly. An overwhelming mixture of fear and anger kept her in place as he began to fiddle with her hair, "Understood my lord.." She stated in a flat tone. It was still quieter than average, but louder than she usually spoke. My stomach is in knots.. Please move.. please.. She was using every ounce of her energy to hold her nerves together. She wanted to cry, hit him, run, and protect Alice all at the same time. Though she had no power here, she was helpless. All of them were. The four of them were at the mercy of the four brothers, as much as she hated it.

As she expected him to withdraw, Castiel grew closer, much to her surprise. Don't move Anise.. Please don't move.. Don't make him angry.. When he whispered his threat in her ear, the words caused her to react without thinking. She took several steps back, her small hands clasped over her mouth firmly to silence herself. She was soaked with fear. Whatever Castiel said to her, the raven haired girl was near tears as a result. Her eyes darted around nervously, finally landing on the floor. He's.. I can't.. I can't do anything about it.. He could.. She was nearly hyperventilating from panic. Alice could be taken away from her that easily.. Like cutting off a loose string..? She'd spaced out during his warning to his brothers, and his claim of Tanzy. The events in the past few minutes proving to be far too much for her.

However she recovered enough to catch that Demetri claimed Alice, meaning Castiel hadn't. Demetri promised to protect her with..his life? It put her a little at ease, allowing her to slowly lower her hands from her face, looking between Angelo and Bishop nervously. Which would choose her? Did Castiel? She'd missed it in her distress. Shoot..

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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Tanzy smiled at Anise, thinking the ebony-haired girl adorably cute and innoccent looking. As much as she wished to enjoy the other girl's food, she knew they were not yet permitted to touch the table settings or the warm food waiting to be served.

Bishop was the first to request some tea, and Tanzy nodded in his direction, beginning to prepare him a cup. His voice was rather suggestive if she were to pinpoint the tone, or at least flirty and seductive.

"As you wish Master Bishop." she said simply, otherwise refraining from any comment, pouring in two spoons of sugar. She handed it to the male carefully, then stepped back to be beside the other maids.

Tanzy's eyes scanned the occupants of the room as they gathered, appraising them in her mind.
Bishop was certainly different from his twin. He was somehow intimidating, though Tanzy did find his emerald eyes to be exceptionally attractive. The twin brother, Demetri, was definately the most outgoing of the four, and oddly childish. And yet, Tanzy almost found that a bit creepier than Bishop, because was he truly that good-natured and jolly, or was he just psychotic?

The older two brothers were quiet by comparison, and both were about as much of a mystery to her as the other. Angelo looked irritated as he opened his eyes to her and the other maids, and Tanzy huffed in her mind. They hadn't done anything to him. She couldn't guess as to why he appeared to be annoyed or tired.
Castiel, the oldest, was the most unreadable. Try as she might, Tanzy never could get more than a glimpse of his expression. As attractive as his brothers, Castiel was also somewhat intimidating, though she had no idea why the brothers made her think such a thing.

Tanzy then returned her attention to her fellow maids. She liked them well enough, though she knew the least about Anise's sister. She never seemed to run into Alice. Each of the girls had a cute air about them, and she thought of her own siblings when she saw them. They worked hard, and they all made her feel a tad protective of them.
Not to mention, she itched to do their hair for them.

Tanzy's thoughts were interrupted as the meeting began, Castiel's voice commanding everyone's full attention.

His words earned a puzzled look as he began, his assurance to his brothers seeming, unusual to say the least. Sustenance? Something seemed off here, and the young woman almost felt like interrupting.

Words failed her once he addressed her and the fellow maids, brownish eyes widening at what she heard. Vampires? It was impossible, unfathomable. And yet...it did explain a few things. Like why the masters never went out during the daytime. Why they seemed to have no appetite regardless of what was cooked or by whom. Why they looked perfect, and dangerous.

Tanzy swallowed hard, eyes now following Castiel completely. She knew without him saying so that they were trapped for life. No way would they be allowed to leave and live after being told what their masters were. She would never see her family again...

The young woman stood very still, a shiver going down her spine, seeing those blue eyes meet hers as he sized them up. The oldest seemed to like the other's hair, and passed her by without further inspection. Tanzy made not a sound the entire time, wondering which brother would be her personal master when her name came from Castiel's mouth.

Eyes turning to his form, a look of blatant surprise could be read in her features. Her? The head of the house picked her?!
Tanzy was completely caught off guard, perplexed as to why he had chosen her. For one, he seemed more interested in the others. Second, she wasn't even aware he knew her name or paid her any mind. Tanzy's mind swirled, trying to wrap her head around all of this.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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ImageAlice could only muster a half smile at her approaching twin, the concern and relief plastered onto the younger’s features bringing about a certain bliss to the eldest. ”Woods?” floated out Anise’s tone, a hushed, knowing quality to it. As a response to prove her sister’s accusation to hold truth, Alice skittered her slate-gray orbs around the drawing room, tapered fingers absentmindedly assisting with her other half’s grooming. Hm…….as I thought, they are all in their uniforms. Way to go, Alice..way to go chided her inner voice, the tone akin to a lighthearted scolding one would receive from a parent. Exhaling a soft sigh, the twin finally returned her focus back to Anise and the question directed at her in a rather secretive manner. "You forgot the meeting entirely, didn't you?” Drawing that sheepish grin into a smirk, the military-oriented maid raised her shoulders before returning them to their natural position, an air of blatant disregard evident from her disinterested tone. ”Yeah… I guess so.. time just..kinda..slipped away from me.” Roughly shoving her delicately crafted hands into the cavernous pocket of the jacket, that smirk diminished slightly in an attempt to look solemn, her sister’s hasty explanation directing attention back to the youngest. , "M-my apologies.,.."It's.. uhm..Part of Alice's process." fumbled Anise’s carefully chosen words, that telltale sign of thought via the biting of her lower lip indicating her nervousness. I have a process now..?

The deep resonating voice of the eldest jerked Alice's wandering attention from the occupants to Castiel, the conductor of this particular gathering. Heaving yet another sigh, this time of bored origin, Alice casted another glance over at Anise, the twin who was standing at attention as if her life depended on it. I wonder how long this will take..? pondered the maid’s inner voice, gaze still focused on her sister’s profile. ”....for we are of the vampire origin.” jerked the disinterested girl’s attention back to reality, breath hitching at the word “vampire”. W…..w..what…?! Is he s-serious…?! A j-joke..this has to be a joke…! mulled her conscious, panic initiating a frozen sense throughout her body. Eyes, now wide with horror, meticulously surveyed the other maids for their reaction before shifting to the apparently-vampiric gentlemen, heart nearly stopping. Ever since a child, despite her love for the supernatural, the eldest twin possessed a fear of vampires...their very mention enough to make her go into shock. It wasn’t until Castiel flashed his fangs that reality sunk in, heart slowing even further. Instinctively, the maid drew her attention downwards, typically relaxed posture now rigid, eyes unblinking, mouth slightly agape. V….v..vampires...they are..v..amp….ires.. trailed off her thought, the idea of a coherent sentence vanishing. It wasn’t until the speaker took pause in front of the shocked girl that she found her fire once more, that the shock was, temporarily, overpowered with protesting fury.

“Though I hold no qualms towards your finding solace in the outdoors, I will personally make it my business if this particular rule is broken. Also, you’re expected to remain in uniform when in the presence of the vampires, unless your master says otherwise. Do you understand, dear Alice?” rang out his falsely pleasant voice, a clash of power evident. Raising her gaze to meet his own, both challenging another and equally as icy, Alice began to debate on which response would cause the least amount of trouble, before sending him a frigid nod, eyes telling a different story. Me? Not going into the woods…!? We’ll see about that….as far as I’m concerned, your rules and uniforms can go to hell..! seethed her conscious, venomous glare trailing him to her sister. Instinctively, those tapered fingers curled themselves into a tight fist, knuckles turning white from the tension, as the vampire reached out to lightly toy with a lock of Anise’s hair. Get your hands off her..! hissed her conscious once more, the intensity of such thoughts almost trying to reach him.

The second Castiel moved away was the second Alice turned to Anise, a mixture of terror and fury burning within her stormy gaze. ”Are you alright? mused out her hushed whisper, concern almost tangible. It was then that such concern was broken by a single word, a word spoken in the voice that Alice had learned to mildly detest over the course of a single week. ”Mine.”

Eye now slightly enlarged with surprise, Alice flickered her gaze over to the red-haired vampire, disbelief almost as clear as it was when they had announced their vampiric blood, before refocusing onto her scared sister. The look on her face only meant a single thing: ignore him. However, Demetri, apparently, didn’t receive such a message as he shifted from his twin’s side to pause at Alice. Bending a knee, his own hands gently encasing her own, the noble chimed out in his infuriatingly happy tone. "I'll make you a deal deary~ Humor me once in a while with nourishment and company, I won't ask anything else of you.. Do this, and in return..I won't let anyone, or anything hurt you as long as I remain on this earth. Including myself. I promise on my immortal life." Closing his speech, Demetri tenderly pressed his lips to her skin.

The first reaction was a blush. The second? A rather quick, forceful slap to his cheek before rapidly drawing her hand back to her side, voice just slightly quivering with a mixture between anger, disgust and embarrassment. ”Y-You idiot..! Like hell I would- I mean...this is absolutely ridiculous!”

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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"How dare you?" Bishop snarled as the human known as Alice lay hand to his brother. He was on his feet in mere seconds of the incident, towering over the girl with a menacing growl, raising his own hand to reprimand her. But he hesitated, knowing there would be consequences for killing one of the maids on their first day. Instead he put both hands on her shoulders, holding her in place as his gold eyes bore down into hers with malice. "I hope you run, I really do, it only drives me crazier to chase down my prey. I'll drain you dry and let the others watch as I tear you apart, piece by piece."

Bishop squeezed her shoulders harshly before releasing her, turning to face Demetri and then his elder brothers. Waving a hand he scoffed, brushing past his brothers and the maids to exit the drawing room. The vampire slammed the door shut behind him as he paced into the hall of the great house, running both of his hands through his hair. Looking back at the room he growled, adjusting the collar of his shirt before walking away, up the stairs and to his room. Bishop threw open his door, storming in, prowling past his bed and other furniture to his balcony, opening the two double doors. The cool air of the night touched his equally cold skin, embracing him with a new calm.

Leaning over his balcony he looked out over the property, clenching his teeth together as his white knuckled grip left gouge marks in the wood railing under his fingernails. "Little rat," Bishop hissed to himself, the wind caressing his cheek as he hung his head and breathed hard. He should have punished her for raising hand to his twin, you mess with one you mess with both. Demetri was too afraid of Castiel's wrath to have lashed out as he had. Oh how he would've loved to see the human girl's face as he sunk his ivory teeth deep into one of her veins. To feel her rapid, fearful, pulse dull and slow until he cleansed her of mortal life. Bishop's mouth watered, throat burning with thirst, lifting a hand to his neck as he growled.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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ImageAngelo didn't particularly enjoy this part of the process. Not because he felt bad for the maids or anything, but this is the part where he has to pick a scared and frightened maid, and much to his distress deal with their nervous glances and trembling eyes. It was also during here that all the bad things would begin.

So annoying.

Hearing his brother address them, instead of the maids, woke Angelo from his thoughts. Sitting in attention he kept his pervious posture, but was more attentive. The air around him became serious, though he kept his facial expression the same: Bored and Uninterested. Though it wasn't evident Angelo did hold great respect for his elder brother, therefore of course if it was him speaking he would be on his "best" behavior...if he had one.

One could easily figure out the personalities of the four brothers...well, at least the ones they chose to show. Castiel obviously being the voice of reason in this family, it didn't even take a single word, just one glance silenced any protest.

Bishop and Demetri had their roles in the family, also. The word twins had no effect on their personalities, as they were two different people. Bishop having the ideas while Demetri was the one to carry them out. It wouldn't be surprising if Angelo were to go outside at night and find a trial of bodies just lying there. Knowing, Bishop and Demetri are the culprits. The two always come up with outrageous ideas, despite the consequences. Those two together are just to much.

Now Angelo on the other hand was more of the brute strength. Though he is intelligent and can be very calm, it can't be denied that he has a limited amount of patience and a abundant amount of strength.Such an odd family, yet they fit perfectly together.

Turning his attention back to the matter at hand, he noticed the maids nervousness. Somewhere in Angelo's cold eyes, showed a small spark of pity for the maids. And to his knowing he saw the sight which he had expected.

Tanzy standing there shocked, Twin one retaliating, Twin two on the floor trembling, and the blonde haired maid. Angelo glanced over at her. She seemed to be standing there trembling quietly, which was a surprise since Angelo expected her to fall to the floor crying.

A small smirk was visible on the vampires lips as he walked toward the blonde maid. Binding over, he crept close to the maids shoulder and sniffed her.

His smirk seemed to only spread as he took in her scent,"And here I thought you would be disgustingly sweet. But you actually smell decent." His face returned to its normal coldness in a instant.

Glancing over at his brothers he pointed toward the maid,"Do not touch. This one is mine."

Staring at Olivia, he looked her over. His scanning was interrupted by a monstrous growl. The scene before him was unbelievable but at the same time understandable. Watching Bishop leave, Angelo glanced over at Demetri,"I don't want to get in the middle of this, but...it would be good if you spoke to him...without the maid."

Turning he looked at Castiel, "I'm going for a walk in the garden. I'll be back for dinner." Turning around he passed the others, but stopped at Alice.

Bending down he whispered quietly in her ear,"Watch yourself. Don't you understand, the one in danger here isn't you, but your sister?" He glanced over at the other twin who was still on the floor.

Looking back he kept his voice in a still whisper,"She's Bishop's maid, and your precious sister. Are you starting to get the picture? Listen, I could care less about what happens to either of you, but I don't wish for my younger brother to dirty his hands on something so worthless. So I believe it's in everyone's best interest if you apologized to the twins."

He laughed coldly at Alice, "Though I wouldn't apologize to Bishop at the moment. If you value your life, that is".

Even when laughing, his voice was cold and uninviting, leaving no room for questioning. It was true that he could care less about them dying, but he knew very well that if Castiel found out that Bishop killed someone...again, it wouldn't end well. And he rather spare himself from being a spectator of the two brother's "conversation".

Speaking a little louder, his ruby globes glared into her eyes, sizing her down, "This is your reality now. I advise you to learn your place Little Miss Maid, remember it only takes a few seconds to snap a neck like yours." Wrapping his hand over her neck, Angelo gave her one more glance than walked away.

"Come on Blondie. Your coming with me." Making a motion with his hand, he called toward her. And without waiting for a reply he walked out of the room toward the garden.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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”Y-You idiot..! Like hell I would- I mean...this is absolutely ridiculous!”


ImageDemetri fell backwards, having not expected the blunt force of the woman's hand across his cheek. His green eyes were blinking, looking at her in utter shock. He just placed his hand to his cheek. He was at a complete loss of words. She.. She slapped me.. He'd never been hit by a woman before in his entire life. He broke out in intense laughter. It wasn't the expected reaction, but it was the only one he had at the moment. Her fire and bravery were something he definitely admired. Slapping a vampire like that? Golden.

Though his amusement was short lived, for he hadn't ever expected the next scene to play out. "How dare you?" Before he could respond, his older brother had Alice by the shoulders, giving her a warning that he'd very much like to kill her. His cheerful eyes soon grew serious. Mine.. He mentally hissed in protective rage. Demetri stood up, dusting his clothes off and opened his mouth to scold his twin, but before he even had a chance, his brother fled the scene furiously. Well that could have went a lot better.. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, still a little shaken. All of Demetri's pride was slapped off his face!

He nodded to Angelo as he approached him with his wise council, he knew he'd have to speak to his brother before he caught Alice in one of the many dark hallways, without Demetri. Bishop was definitely more prone to violence than Demetri. It took a lot of stimuli to bring out the violence in him. Prominently, blood.

"Thank you for the advice, dearest brother." He smiled gratefully, " I indeed plan to speak with Bishop." Then his eyes watched his second eldest brother approach his maid. He ran his tongue over his fangs. He wasn't about to have her harmed again in front of his eyes within the same five minutes. He could hear what Angelo was telling Alice without even straining, so he just stood there calmly, allowing the warning. She does need to get it in her head, Bishop very well could take his anger out on Anise.. they do look so much alike.. I won't be able to do anything to stop him from it no matter how much she'll beg me to..

Demetri flashed his fangs slightly as his brother's hand wrapped around Alice's neck. The flame haired man was always fast to get attached, but this was possibly a new record. The fact that Alice, in his eyes, was an extension of Bishop, only made matters far worse. He walked over to Alice, dragging her to himself and wrapped his arms around her protectively. His grip was like iron, unbending, though he didn't squeeze her hard enough to make it physically uncomfortable for her. He leaned his head down to her ear from behind, "Please don't fight me on this deary.. I'm trying to protect you.. whether you like me or not is irrelevent.." His voice was softer, pleading, " I was a man before I was a vampire, let me be one, if only just this once. You're in a castle full of men that want you dead.. Think of your sister if it aids you in your endeavors." He looked to Castiel, his own warning in his eyes, "Hands to ourselves, deary..? Hardly. " It wasn't chipper like he spoke to the maids, this was a warning. It wasn't clear, but it got his point across. If this happens again.. YOUR maid will suffer the consequences. He thought sadistically. Demetri had nothing against Tanzy and her beautiful pink locks of hair, but it would be a message to his brothers.. A message to Castiel for not managing them.

I'm not going to watch the three of you touch her without consent.. She's mine.

He took Alice by the hand, gently dragging her out of the room. He left Tanzy, Anise, and Castiel to themselves in the drawing room. He spoke not a single word, and after her hitting him the first time, he hoped Alice would learn hitting him had no effect. It didn't hurt, it just felt like painless pressure on his face. He kept his pace quick as he went through the winding halls, gently pushing her into her room, "Let me speak to my brother before you leave this room.." He kissed her forehead tenderly, but it was more like an elder brother instead of man and woman. Before she could reprimand his actions, he was gone.

Demetri continued down the hall, until he'd reach Bishop's room. He debated knocking, but decided against it. A little fun would possibly cheer him up. He crept inside with Vampiric stealth, snaking his arms around his brother's torso from behind once he'd reach the balcony "It didn't hurt.." He assured him, squeezing Bishop in a tight hug, "Please overlook her.. She reminds me of you.. That's why I picked her, Bishi." He closed his eyes as he explained his reasoning calmly, "You left your maid back there... No doubt she's equally terrified of you and Castiel now." He let go of his twin, standing next to him, playing with his own hair instead of Bishop's for once, " Imagine the roles were reversed.. everyone threatening to kill you to my face.. We're not much different than they.. Gender and Race.. that's it."

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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Image"we are of the vampire origin.” said the eldest taking a pause. It took longer than a minute for it to sink in Olivia's head, she stood motionless with eyes wide open unable to move; the only sign that she was still alive being her trembling body which no longer responded to her will. Her eyes then meet Castiel's who's gaze pierced her through every corner of her body, he moved closer now taking a stand of her hair into his hand while she immediately closed her eyes tightly in outmost terror.

She was only able to breathe again as soon as he moved along with another maid. As soon as he did, he continued explaining their duties meanwhile Livy listened carefully, almost as if memorizing every rule he said. Livy knew it was a matter or life and death now and her shivering increased, even more of a reason why she gazed at the four beautiful deadly creatures; she took her time in figuring who'd be the one who frighten her more before she came to the conclusion of Castiel & Angelo. Her head felt as if it was burning up, wondering 'What have I gotten myself into?'
followed by the question that hurt her more'What have you done papa?'.

Tanzy was the first one to get chosen out of the four, not really surprising to her considering she was the most experienced of them all. Olivia couldn't help but to feel bad for her, but feel somewhat relieved that he had not picked her. After that it was only a matter of seconds before someone else picked. Livy looked carefully to the three remaining brothers who on her eyes, would decide their respective future in the mansion.

"And here I thought you would be disgustingly sweet. But you actually smell decent." Said Angelo as he moved closer to her shoulder sniffing her. Livy did not move as she was startled, she simply stood still and looked in horror, almost as if in shock. "Do not touch. This one is mine." he announced to his brothers while pointing her.

Demetri was next in line, it appeared as if Alice had made an impression on him as he claimed her his and vowed to protect her. Olivia somehow found comfort for Alice in his words, of course she couldn't say she trusted him or anyone else but hoped he'd at least keep the girl safe.

It wasn't until Alice slapped him as her response to his proposal that Livy truly felt as if they would be dead before the next sunrise.It was as if everything that happened next was a nightmare she couldn't quite make sense of, she looked at Bishiop threatening Alice while making inhuman sounds, almost predator-like, sounds that Olivia doubted she would be able to forget in a lifetime. He exited the room in a haste and Livy wondered in horror if he'd take it out on Anise being her twin. It was about then when she had finally come to the conclusion that all of them were just as dangerous as the other.

She eyed Angelo as he also came closer to Alice, though she could not quite figure out what he had said to her she knew he was surely threatening her as almost all of they had. Her morbid thought had only been confirmed after Angelo grabbed Alice's neck, her eyes widened up again; although It was even more surprising when Demetri came to her aid and defended her defying Angelo. Finally Livy turned her eyes away in fear. She felt terribly for both twins but even more so for Anise, she believed she would only carry her sister's recklessness weight on her shoulder, perhaps Bishop would vent out his anger out on her. She let out a small smile to Anise again in trying to reassuring her, "it's going to be okay" she whispered to her hoping she could believe her, because Livy could not quite even believe it herself.

It wasn't until she heard Angelo's voice calling for her that she forced her body to move again, "Come on Blondie. Your coming with me." he said as he exited the drawing room. Olivia followed, noticing that a few others had also taken their leave.

She followed Angelo obediently, keeping a distance she deemed appropriate and unable to stop her trembling hands. "Are you... going to kill me?" she managed to ask in a barely audible whisper stopping behind Angelo. She looked at him directly, feeling a hot tear stream down her face. In truth, it had been about a few years since she last cried or even as much as shed a tear, she couldn't quite remember why or how but all she could remember was how much she tried hard in staying strong for her dad and for herself. She immediately cleaned her tear and looked at Angelo; frightened down to the core no doubt but if she was to be murdered she would at least want to look at her murderer in the eyes before she drew her last breath.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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If he were still alive, the vein in Castiel’s temple would have been throbbing in annoyance. The eldest Santiago waited patience from his perch, surveying his brethren as they staked claim on their humans. It had gone as expected, that is, until that tenacious little wench had the gall to lay a hand on his brother. Castiel’s eyes instantly were alight with irritation; a malevolent storm of greys and azures swirling within the nadirs. The rage in his eyes was the only indication of his distaste for the situation. He gave Angelo a small nod in acknowledgement, watching his younger brother take his leave before bothering to arise from his seat. He approached the exit with that unwavering apathetic expression on his porcelain face. He ran his tongue over his ivory fangs as he passed Alice and his brothers.

“It goes without saying that Alice is strictly your responsibility, Demetri. Despite your ownership of her, brother, I will see to it that she does not disrespect my family and my authority. One more outburst and I will not hesitate to put her down. You have been warned.”

The fire in his heated stare dwindled slightly as he turned to Bishop, “I do hope you are gentle with sweet Anise, Bishop. She’s a terribly shy one. I should know; it is what made me almost want her to be mine, after all.”

With that hanging in the air, Castiel took his leave whilst gesturing for Tanzy to follow. He meandered into his study, casting his cape aside as he seated himself in the armchair in front of his desk. He regarded his maid with a cryptic stare, idly toying with his bottom lip out of sheer habit. “Despite popular belief,” he sighed. “I will not work you to the bone, Tanzy. In fact, I will barely need you. So, you and I will rarely see one another. Your sole purpose here is to feed me when I am hungry, nothing more, understood?” He ran his slender fingers through his blond mane, utterly jaded. “I will ask very little of you. Therefore, you will have ample time to yourself. I expect you to be here when I call and to do what little I ask to perfection. That aside, you may do as you please whilst abiding by my rules. Now, if you please, prepare my bath. I’m in need of relaxation.”

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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Image"F-fine.." Anise told her twin, not making eye contact. How was she supposed to tell her sister that her life was in danger? That Castiel threatened her life to her face? Then she heard Alice snap at Demetri. Anise shot to her feet, eyes widened when she realized Alice hit one of the brothers, A-alice... Anise thought nervously, wondering just what would happen to her sister..

Bishop went to attack her and Anise clenched her eyes shut, she couldn't watch them hurt her, "Please don't hurt my sister!" it was the closest thing Anise got to a shout, but knowing he raised his hand at her sister, she'd plead with anything to keep her alive. Her tone was pleading and desperate. When she didn't hear Alice scream, Anise opened a single violet eye, sighing in relief when he settled with just grasping her. Thank god..

“It goes without saying that Alice is strictly your responsibility, Demetri. Despite your ownership of her, brother, I will see to it that she does not disrespect my family and my authority. One more outburst and I will not hesitate to put her down. You have been warned.”

Anise was terrified when Castiel voiced his threat allowed. She gritted her teeth this time, biting down on her tongue. Alice isn't a dog! She isn't something you put down when it's disobeying you. She is a person! How she wanted to say it to his face, but she was far too intimidated by him. She did however accidentally slip out, "Alice isn't a dog.."

Though what Castiel said next, made her regret saying anything at all. “I do hope you are gentle with sweet Anise, Bishop. She’s a terribly shy one. I should know; it is what made me almost want her to be mine, after all.” He almost picked her!? She felt a cold chill run through her, the thought of being alone with him was enough to give her nightmares for a week.

Then Bishop exited the room. She was still trembling, but she'd woken from her shocked daze, it was at least progress. She walked over towards her sister, but Angelo made it to her first, whispering something before wrapping his hand around her throat. It was terrifying just how big his hand was to her sister's frail throat.. She bit her bottom lip, frantic, but then Demetri came to Alice's rescue, just like he promised. He's not such a bad guy after all.. She closed her eyes, placing both hands on her heart. If Alice is safe.. I'll be okay.. She could feel herself calming down.

Alice smiled to Livy, it was weak, but the fact she was responding showed that she was going to be much better, "Thanks Olivia.." She replied gratefully, "It's nice knowing I have a friend.." she whispered to the other girl. She waved Olivia off, seeing as Angelo willed her to follow him.

Her sister escaping the room was proof that she'd be in good hands, well the best in the castle at least.. Anise could live with that.. So I'm with Bishop... She swallowed hard at the realization, knowing he wouldn't be very happy with her. Alice already gave her a rough start. I'll just have to work with the hand I've been dealt. She left the room by herself, seeing as everyone left her in the drawing room alone, scared and confused. She wandered around for a few minutes, until her stomach growled in protest. I guess fear worked up my appetite.. Anise hesitantly went into the dining hall and picked up her plate. She wasn't all that eager to eat with the Masters of the Castle anymore. She leaned on one of the counters eating her breakfast slowly. It was simple eggs and bacon and bread, but it was enough to fill her stomach and silence it's whining. She assumed she'd need the energy what with Bishop being allowed to drink her blood whenever he wanted and the fact she still had to perform her maid duties. What am I supposed to do with myself? Wait all day for Bishop to give me something to do?

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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ImageOlivia waited patiently for Angelo to answer to her life or death question. She held firm to her ground though her fear was most noticeable. She looked as he turned around to face her, at first he looked as if he was annoyed by her question. Perhaps her demise was far too obvious and the question had caused him annoyance, she never did look away though. Because of it she was then able to notice a small smile curling on his lips, and confusion almost took over the young girl.

Angelo moved closer now allowing her to look at him in more detail, he slowly allowed his hand to rest in her head gently petting her. Olivia’s eyes widened once more as if they hadn’t done so enough for one day. It was as if that day’s surprises were never ending .

"I'm not going to kill you."
Angelo finally said allowing Olivia to take a deep sigh of relief. She had to look to see him at the eyes once more, Angelo was much taller than her, and with a swift movement he wiped her tears and with his other hand continue to stroke her golden hair. Olivia was most surprised at his touch, she didn't find it intimidating or threatening; instead she found it quite reassuring.

"I'm not really one to comfort others. So I honestly don't know what to do in this situation." Angelo explained now looking away, "So...don't cry...I don't wish for you to waste all your energy over this matter. I know it must be a huge shock, but you will get use to it." In truth those words alone were enough to bring her comfort.

Angelo went off in explaining his own rules, the rules she’d have to abide to as long as she was to be his maid and once again Olivia took mental note of everything. He explained that she would have to feed him with her blood whenever he needed, some other involving his room and lastly that she was to remain with him wherever he was. Olivia nodded letting him know that she understood perfectly what he meant by every one of them. She was most tempted to ask him if his bite would hurt her as much as she thought but something inside of her stopped her from doing so.

"That is all, if I have anymore I will make sure to tell you ahead of time...and... You might not believe me when I say this, but...I will protect you. You belong to me know, so I won't let anything or anyone harm you. So in a way, as one would say in this situation. You can trust me...Great now I sound like Demetri." Had Olivia not been in a still very stressed out mood she would have laughed at his last remark for now she let out a genuine smile. Nobody had ever looked after her before, it was always her looking out for others, looking out for her father, looking out for her friends, and looking out for herself. As strange as it seemed, and despite he had just practically told her he would feed off her, Olivia believed Angelo’s words. She finally nodded with a small smile and turned her gaze downwards.

Olivia didn't turn her gaze back to Angelo until he urged her to close the door and sat by him. She immediately followed his instructions and closed the door behind her. She remained by the door for longer than she thought, mostly because she was almost hypnotized by the beautiful melody that Angelo was playing. Before the beautiful music stop Olivia finally joined him, taking a sear nearby him looking as his hands moved with grace.

"It's beautiful" she finally said drifting off for a few moments into the feelings the melody made her feel. It wasn't until she remembered what Castiel had said about them being vampires that her mood changed from relaxed to alarmed. She waited for a little longer before she allowed her curiosity to take over. She waited for a moment looking sideways, almost hoping that nobody else could hear her, "is it going to hurt?" she asked awkwardly not being able to take her mind of Angelo feeding off her. "When you... feed" she paused again looking at him in the eyes with a flustered and frightened face imagining the whole scenario.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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Tanzy gasped at the slap, not out of concern for the brother, but out of fear for the girl. Even though she wasn't very familiar with Alice, she didn't want any of them to be harmed. She felt as if it were one of her own siblings putting themselves in danger, and stepped forward as if to intervene. She never got the chance, seeing the brothers give a harsh warning to the sisters. She felt her heart speed up, fear for them welling and growing by the second.

Demetri surprised her though, following through and holding Alice protectively. He seemed sincere in his desire to keep her to himself and safe from his brothers. It was at least a relief that Alice went to someone who didn't seem to be enraged by her attitude. Even so, Tanzy prayed the girl would be careful.

Castiel's voice reminded her of the meeting, and of what she now was. His threat to put down Alice was a harsh one, and Tanzy felt empathetic of the twins, silently agreeing with the soft voice of Anise that her sister was no dog, no mere 'pet'.

Bowing her head to the other maids and mouthing a gentle 'be safe' to them, she obediently followed Castiel, waching him in silence as he spoke. He confused her. He even admitted he would've liked Anise. So why on earth was she the one standing before the head of the house? Tanzy tried to ignore the nagging feeling. She knew she had no reason to pry into other's business. And yet...

"Why? I-I mean, why did you choose me Master Castiel? I do not understand. You clearly like the others more, especially dear sweet Anise. I didn't even think you knew my name. So why? Why pick me?" she asked, unable to contain it at least this once.

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"Why? I-I mean, why did you choose me Master Castiel? I do not understand. You clearly like the others more, especially dear sweet Anise. I didn't even think you knew my name. So why? Why pick me?"

Castiel bit his bottom lip, his pearly fangs brushing against his pallid flesh. This gesture was a sign, an indication that he was becoming irritated with her questions. He never particularly liked questions, especially coming from the help. That gesture, however, was the only warning. He slowly raised his gaze to Tanzy, allowing a long period of silence to thicken the air as his icy aura made the atmosphere seem to throb like a frantic heartbeat. There was tension. That was evident, but it was mainly his annoyance radiating off of him in vibrant waves. It was nearly suffocating.

“Hm,” he hummed, nonchalantly, leaning into his chair and peering his down at her. “Interesting.” He mused over this a moment longer, measuring his next sentence before uttering the words. “I do believe I gave you an order, yet I do not recall it requiring you to speak. Perhaps I was not clear when I explained your position to you. You are here for convenience alone. Do not assume that in my choosing you, I saw something special. Now, if you are going to ail me with tedious questions then the only thing you’ll be of use to will be my garden because your decomposing corpse could make for lovely fertilizer.” He leaned forward, glaring her down as he did. “This is the last time I will repeat myself, Tanzy. Prepare my bath. Silently. That is all.”

Castiel said nothing more as he busied himself with lighting a candle, his piercing gaze now falling to the manuscript on his desk. He picked up his quill continuing the document, filling the parchment with his memoirs.

Living on this earth is becoming a burden...I've grown weary with every rise of the moon. I find no joy in waking anymore. Am I jaded? Yes. Hundreds of years, I have roamed, but never have I found something to live for other than my family. My brothers are why I'm still breathing, however, I can't help but wish it would all end...

He stopped, staring down at the parchment with empty eyes, running his hands through his golden locks. He wanted to die. For years, he's wanted to just give up. Behind his stoic persona there was a man with little to no purpose. And as he sat at his desk with his memoirs resting on the surface, Castiel thought to himself and reflected on his life thus far. He's struck fear into thousands of hearts, killed countless men, dominated, and pillaged, but what did he have to show for it? Granted, he had the castle, but material things lose their value with age. He had long ago come to the conclusion that life has no meaning. It is an intricate web; a trap that only snares the weak. And Cas could feel the visceral veil encasing him, leaving him motionless.

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Tanzy took a tentative step forward as Castiel got ready to speak, looking curious and attentive.

The response, however, was much more harsh than she'd expected, and her heart jumped, eyes widening. The young woman swallowed hard, frozen to the spot. Her puzzlement was dwarfed by a stronger feeling, fear. She felt a cold chill of actual fear jolt her at the ease with which his words came, his clear warning.

Tanzy knew he didn't think she was special, surely not. But she had merely wanted to know what made him decide on her, if he didn't care one way or another. A small part of her wished to defend herself, but thoughts of the other maids, and more importantly, of the family they made her think of- -floated in her mind. That's right, she had come here of her own free will to make money for her family. Her parents tried so hard, and ever since she was old enough to go out on her own, she had offered her services to others, usually for short periods. If she was dead, if she angered him, her family would suffer for it.

Placing her hands in front of her neatly, she bowed her head and shoulders forward. It didn't matter what she felt, or how she feared what he could do. She would have to make do..and accept this as her new fate.

"Understood. R-Right away Master Castiel. Forgive me sire....for forgetting my place."

Tanzy straightened, heading to the bathroom of the master. As she began to fill the bath with warm, clean water, she eventually began to hum softly out of habit. Furthermore, it distracted her when she was distressed as an added bonus.

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Castiel hunched over his desk, reading over his memoirs. He stored them in the confines of his desk before rising to his feet. Pushing his armchair in, Castiel busied himself with tidying his desk just how he preferred it, and then exited his study. Nonchalantly, the eldest Santiago meandered towards the bathroom, where he expected to see his bath prepared and ready for him.

As he made his way gracefully through the various corridors, his sensitive ears twitched at the soft melody of the grand piano. Raising a brow, Castiel followed the sound, assuming that it was Angelo who was the cause of the elegant rhythm. He usually found solace in his brother's pianist abilities. Whenever an issue arose and he was in need of relaxation, he'd bid his younger brother to sooth him with his melody.

He leaned against the entryway, going unnoticed as he caught sight of both Olivia and Angelo getting on quite will. The vampire cocked his head to the side, his blond locks shrouding his effervescent eyes. He nearly smiled himself when he spotted the tug on his younger brother's lips. Perhaps his efforts in pleasing his family was not completely in vain. In less than an hour, the precious golden haired servant had already managed to make Angelo smile more than he ever could. The sight warmed his frozen heart a tad.

Despite being distant and cold, Castiel's love for his brothers was something that could not be measured in wealth. He put them before himself on multiple occasions; going hungry just so they didn't have to. Everything he did, he did for them, whether they knew it or not. They were the only reason he hasn't killed himself yet, after all.

He felt a barely visible smile settle onto his alabaster visage, his eyes going alight with the small dose of jubilation bubbling within him. He made a mental note to thank Olivia for giving him this gift; the gift to seeing Angelo actually look pleased.

Wordlessly, Castiel drifted off, leaving the two to their business. He was silent in his departure, moving as swift as mist. It did not take him long to arrive at his main destination. He entered the bathroom, his gaze falling to the steaming water in the bathtub. He barely sparred Tanzy a glance as he disrobed; kicking off his shoes, ridding himself of his tunic, and stripping out of his trousers. He stood bare; the expanse of his back hiding the lean, taut muscle underneath the layer of marble flesh. Castiel was shameless, not bothering to hide any part of him. It wasn't because he was cocky, but because there was no sense in doing so. He glanced over his shoulder at Tanzy with his usual empty expression. "Stay."

The eldest Santiago slipped into the bathtub with a soft sigh, resting his head against the porcelain edge as his arms bracketing the sides. He relaxed into the soothing water, running his tongue over his aching fangs. When was the last time he fed? He couldn't remember...his hooded sapphire orbs flashed to his maid, beckoning his towards him with a quick motion of his hand. "Come," he cooed, gently. It was a larger contrast to his previous harsh tone with her, but what he was about to ask of her was going to inevitably frighten her, so he was mindful to be gentle...for now.

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Tanzy stepped back from the tub, the steaming water looked inviting, and she wished she could enjoy such a luxury. For someone like her, bathing was for cleaning only, and water didn't need to be toasty to do that. Tearing her wistful gaze away just in time to see the head of the Santiago estate, Tanzy bowed her head, stepping clear for him to enjoy.

Tanzy assumed he wouldn't get in until she left, and turned to crease and hang one more towel in perfect form before declaring the bathroom atmosphere perfect. She froze upon seeing her employer stripping before her very eyes, rendering her cheeks a bright red. She covered her mouth as she let out a soft gasp and squeek of surprise. The young woman swiftly looked away, not wishing to be rude or indecent. It seemed she'd have to wait and let the master bathe before fixing the last towel. She turned towards the door, hand on the knob when the cool voice reached her ears, bidding her to stay.

Even more confused than before, Tanzy slowly released her hold on the doorknob, turning to face the tub, head down so as not to look upon Castiel. The mere thought of him being so exposed made her cheeks burn, and being in the same room alone did nothing to help. She was about to ask why he wanted her presence, but the memory of his earlier warning effectively wiped any notion and gall to do so. Tanzy nearly lost herself in her thoughts by the time Castiel required her attention.

Swallowing hard, Tanzy gingerly approached the tub, careful to not look upon her master as she did so. What could he possibly want? Had she done something wrong? Was he going to scold her? But his voice sounded much more..unthreatening than before, almost gentle.

"Did you need something Master Castiel? Is it not to your liking?" she asked, stopping a half foot from the tub.

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Castiel sighed, utterly content with relaxing this the steamy water. He peeked an eye open at his maid's question, regarding her indifferently despite noting the flush of her cheeks and the hanging of her head. He was old enough to know the signs of innocence. No experienced women would avoid staring at his physique. He found it...endearing. Purity was rare; a dying breed. To witness someone actually attempting to preserve said purity was admirable in his eyes. So as he looked up at her rosy cheeks, he felt the small urge to smile. He didn't do it, but it was a tempting action.

"You've never seen a nude man before, have you?" He closed his eyes, running his tongue over his lips as he added, "Precious. Almost admirable," offhandedly, as if he were talking to himself. A sadistic part of him wanted to taint her purity, but his civilized side sated his carnal need. He opened his eyes, consuming her with the full force of his heavy stare as he reached out for her, his fingers gently tangling in her soft pink hair. The strands were like silk against his fingertips. "From here on out, you will no longer have your hair bound in my presence. I'd prefer if you allowed it flow freely past you shoulders."

His fangs stirred in his gums and his throat began to dry the longer he dragged out his hunger. His bright blue eyes began to cloud over, becoming stormy, growing dimmer. They slowly shifted to an intimidating grey. He could hear her heartbeat, reminding him of a hummingbird's wings flapping against the wind. He could smell her warm blood dancing in her veins, so inviting and clean; just like her purity. Castiel released his loose hold on her rosy locks. "I'm famished," he grunted, his voice becoming huskier as his hunger grew in intensity. He essence was singing to him, begging for him to take it. "I need to feed, Tanzy."

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Tanzy bit her lower lip, feeling unusually bashful as he so blatantly noticed her inexperience. It was true she'd never seen a man nude, but not out of any lack of interest or aversion to the male species. She had simply never had the time to think about a relationship or go out and meet potential suitors. In secret, she was a romantic, and hoped to eventually find someone to be with. She had all but felt that daydream slip away upon realizing there was no leaving the estate alive.

"N-no, of course I haven't...." she answered softly, her heartbeat increasing in tempo at the closeness and his voice. She could feel his eyes on her, and was torn between hiding and questioning him. She did neither, but did let out a soft gasp as he suddenly touched her hair. Her eyes finally opened, daring to meet his eyes as she tried to understand this cool, cryptic male before her. His request, or rather- -order, further added to the curious and uncertain look in her eyes. "Allright....Is this better Master Castiel?" she asked, removing the ties in her hair and pocketing them.

Tanzy felt a sudden chill as the blue eyes began to shift before her, turning into a grey color with an intense look. Her cheeks grew a deeper shade of pink now at the tone of his voice, eyes wide as she noticed the drastic changes in the male's body language and behaviour. He wanted to feed from her? But he was still bathing! And she wasn't even ready for this! She swallowed hard.

"N-n-now Sire? Surely after your bath I could better help you.." she stammered. But once more, his warnings to not only herself, but the others echoed in her mind. In the end, she doubted he'd let her avoid him. Besides, for her family....

"Will it...hurt much sire?" Tanzy asked, holding out her arm, wrist upturned. Perhaps he could take a blood meal without biting into her neck?

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Sleep—it’s a luxury that I, for one, have forgotten long ago. Sleep is for those that have time, and though I have ample; it feels like it’s slipping through my fingers like liquid. Perhaps I’m just too cynical for my own good…perhaps it’s because I’m just exhausted in regards of my mental state. Or perhaps, I’m losing my mind. The latter seems more plausible to me, to be honest. What sane man, let alone vampire, would live this long? Most would think that I’d be pleased with my life, thus far. Why wouldn’t they? I have power, wealth, and fear on my side. However, it’s not all just lollygagging. Everything I do, I do for them; my brothers. After the demise of our parents, it was left up to me to pick up the pieces of this family. I have sacrificed my happiness just to ensure that they could live without want. To end my life would be the only selfish act that I’ve ever done. There were times where it had crossed my mind. I’d be awake, as per usual, and I’d be watching the sun’s light spill through the window as I hide within the shadows…and then I’d get the urge to just walk into the light. Before I even motion to do so, I’d imagine what it would feel like; I could picture the bubbling of my flesh, smell the revolting stench of burning meat, and hear the pained screams coming from my own mouth…and yet, as I allow my imagination to roam free; I feel a sense of peace despite the agony. It’s as if, I’ve finally earned the right to rest. I reiterate, perhaps I’ve gone utterly mad…

Castiel returned his quill back to its inkwell as he stared down at the parchment without an expression on his face. He leaned back in his armchair, closing his eyes as the faint melody of rain colliding with the earth sounded outside those very walls. He hadn’t slept. He never really did anymore. There was too much to do; too much to plan. Sleep was just in the way. The stoic vampire dragged a slender fingers through his wheat-colored curls, sighing in a mixture of tepidity and utter exhaustion. The dark circles underneath his oceanic hues were protuberant, contrasting with his ashen complexion; expressing his inner weariness. Castiel tuned into the sharp, distant sounds that surrounded him; from the faint crackle of the castle settling into the damp soil to the soft patter of the rain. Focusing, he allowed those sounds to consume him. This was as close to sleep as he was going to get any time soon; just listening and becoming one with the noises. It forced his body to relax, no longer tense and erect, but instead somewhat slouched and unperturbed. In this state of tranquility, Castiel was able to “dream,” at least he liked to call it dreaming since he hasn’t truly dreamt in over eight hundred years. It was really just replaying memories; events that he missed or wished he could change. In this case it was the former. With the soft tune of raindrops, Castiel slipped into the past, feeling that sense of calm that he rarely experienced. Soon the rain outside morphed; spilling into his memories as he thought of his childhood.

It was a rainy night, much like the current weather as Castiel’s small feet pattered against the cool, polished marble floor. His cheeks were rosy from the cold and his golden locks were tousled; haphazardly facing multiple directions as he meandered throughout the estate in boredom. He remembered whistling a tuneless rhythm that he could have sworn he heard before and-…

An abrupt tap on the door of his study broke Castiel’s concentration. His eyes snapped open and he—once again—sighed. Sitting up until his posture was perfect. His serene expression hardened considerably and his muscles instantly tightened. He could smell the sweet perfume of her essence through the wooden barrier. “You may enter, Tanzy.” he said, gruffly.

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Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago

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The young woman splashed some cold water onto her face, forcing herself to further awaken from her still somewhat sleep-addled mind. She dried her face off, making sure everything was crisp and in place. She may not have been able to sleep well the night before, but she should at least look as if she had.

Tanzy sighed as she looked into the mirror, dressed and ready to begin her day. Her hands reached back to put her hair up, but she recalled Castiel's instructions and let her hands fall back to her sides. This was going to take some getting used to. Deciding she was awake enough to present herself, Tanzy checked herself once more in the mirror before heading out, stifling one last yawn.

She was still somewhat overwhelmed by the night before, learning her master and his brothers were vampires. Being assigned to be master Castiel's personal maid. Him telling her he needed a drink. With her thoughts and concerns all bubbling inside, she had tossed and turned most of the day. It seemed as if she had just managed to drift off into some semblance of actual sleep when the rain roused her.

Tanzy took a deep breath to steady her nerves and compose herself before knocking upon Castiel's door. She didn't even turn the handle until he granted her leave to enter. She stepped inside and closed the door quietly, hands folded in front of her, lying flat on her skirt.
"Good evening Master Castiel. Will you be needing anything tonight? Or shall I clean house instead sire?"
her voice betrayed none of her uncertainty. She had a feeling it would take a while to fully adjust to and accept her masters were the undead.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago

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ImageAnise awoke early to find a letter from Bishop on her face, literally. She sat up, blinking at the speedily written text;

Anise,
I had to leave for a while. I'll be back soon. I'm leaving you in Castiel's care for now, but don't let him bite you while I'm gone. I didn't get that taste I asked for, so I intend to be the first and only to do so.

Sincerely, Bishop


Anise's eyes widened in shock, a sound of disbelief escaping her lips, "What?!?! Castiel!?" She'd squeaked out, covering her face with both hands. She'd sat on her bed sulking for several moments, hoping, praying, that she was just having a nightmare. She had to serve the man who threatened her sister's life? What was Bishop thin- Then it hit her. He's punishing me? He knew I'm scared of Castiel.. He's punishing me for Alice.. that has to be it. She wanted to cry, but she knew if she didn't get prepared for her day soon, one of the brothers would check in on her. She slipped out of her nightgown and put her maid outfit on, tying the corset with a bit of a struggle. She closed her eyes before looking in the mirror, brushing her hair out before putting her bonnet on. She checked herself out in the mirror one more time before sliding on her stockings and shoes hastily.

She quietly closed the door in case someone was still asleep, jumping as a clash of thunder outside took her by surprise. She placed her hands on her chest, calming her racing heart. She didn't want to proceed with a flutter. The last thing she wanted was to tempt him to take a bite and break his own rule. Without further distraction, Anise began her journey to Castiel's quarters once she'd composed herself. It feels like a journey, like I'm entering the Dragon's lair.. Every step felt like a mile as she approached, letter gripped in her hand nervously. She wished she could rip it up, escape.. but she doubted fleeing for the woods would get her very far. She wasn't Alice.. she'd get lost in no time.

A gentle hand knocked on Castiel's door, "Lord Santiago..?" She called into his room from outside formally, "Lord Bishop left late last night..I've got a letter.." Her voice was hushed as usual, but she assumed he could still hear her. They seemed to have acute senses.. Besides, if he didn't.. she could at least say she attempted to inform him. She'd just return to freelance maid duties..without getting bitten.. well until someone noticed Bishop's disappearance.. Shoot.. I'm getting scared again.. You can't do this Anise.. Though the thought of having to listen to his every whim.. and how am I supposed to stop him from biting me!? He's a vampire.. if he wanted to.. Bishop is crazy! I can't fight his brother!

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago

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A look of indifference was plastered onto Castiel's face as he surveyed Tanzy. He noted the luxurious length of pink hair that cascaded over her thin shoulders with a whisper of a smile. It pleased him to know that he no longer had to repeat himself where Tanzy was concerned. She learned quickly. Good, now if she ever made a mistake, he'd know that she was capable of improving. He's expect more from her, here on out. He parted his lips to speak, but his nose twitched before he could form a word. The sweet scent of essence wafted in his nostrils and he nearly groaned in appraisal. He recognized that aroma and he arched his golden brow before Anise rapped her knuckles softly against the polished wood.

I wonder why our little Anise is choosing to grace me with her presence, he thought, idly as her rapid heartbeat fluttered in his ears. She's frightened...this ought to be interesting.

"Enter, love."


She obeyed, timidly entering the study with flushed cheeks. "Lord Santiago..?" He didn't respond, simply regarding her dully. "Lord Bishop left late last night..I've got a letter.."

"Bring it forth, he sighed, beckoning her with a dismissive wave of his hand. Once the letter was in his possession he began to read it. It didn't take him long at all, seeing as he's been reading manuscripts and literature for centuries. "So my brother has left you in my care, has he?" he said as he placed it on his desk and rested his temple on his knuckles. "Very well. I will respect his wishes in spite of his sudden, unmentioned disappearance." There was a bit of annoyance in his tone due to Bishop's leaving without notifying him prior to his departure. He would have went on a rampage looking for him, assuming the worse and making people pay. As expected, his irritation was not shown on his face.

"Like I told Tanzy, Anise, I will rarely ask anything of you since I prefer to do my own work. And since I am unable to feed from you, you will be of very little use to me...however," his lip twitched a tad. "I want you to assist Tanzy in her duties." Once again he opened his mouth to speak, but Angelo's voice carried itself to Castiel's ears. He stood without question, his light brows furrowing in curiosity. He walked out of the door quickly, muttering "Excuse me" as he took his leave.

Within a minute, Castiel was in the meeting room, his azure eyes falling on his fair-haired brother. "Why have you summoned me, Angelo?"

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ImageWhen Kat saw the man approach, her heart soared. Someone to help her, someone to tell her where she was and what she was doing there. She had simply leaned against the door and watched him, her hand on her neck, rubbing the wound that had long stopped bleeding. It throbbed to the point to where it made her vision blurry, so she blinked quiet a few times to focus on the mans face. Her eyes narrowed slightly. He was gorgeous. Was she dead? No, she couldn't be. Her body hurt like hell and it was cold.

"Seems you'll be staying with us." He spoke, and her brows furrowed together, confusion showing her in crimson eyes. He had to have seen it but he let her in the house. When he left, she went about taking her shoes and socks of, setting them aside and started to remove unneeded parts of her clothes in hopes to dry a little faster. The man left without a word, and she didn't think he was coming back.

Before she knew it, she was surrounded by warmth with a cloth so soft. She brought it to her face and breathed into it to warm her nose, gasping slightly when she was lifted. She looked at his face again before she rested her face against his neck. Kat realized she wasn't being a little too invasive in his personal space, but she was freezing and would have taken any kind of warmth.

"I'm sorry for the mess." She said gently when he gave her reason to carry her. Even after the man had set her down, Kat didn't take her gaze from him. He looked... familiar.

He was one of them! He was exactly what she had been researching for years. She waited before he sat down before she got off the loveseat, the blanket falling away and she quickly slipped over to him, and before he had a chance to stop her, she attempted to poke at his mouth, pushing up his lip to see if her suspicions had been right.

She tore her gaze from the male the moment the other had entered the room. Her heart quickened the slightest bit. Not in fear or anxiety, but in curiosity. He was perfect. His features were flawless just like the other. That lead her to one question... If they were what they were, why wasn't she dead? If her hand had made it to Angelo's face and hadn't been removed, she would have dropped it only know before going back to her seat for the blanket, waiting to hear what they had to say.

At least I have a home, right? Even if I am sitting on my death.. chair. The thought made her chuckle the slightest bit to herself. She found exactly what she was looking for, and the knowledge of her proof that she wasn't insane pleased her.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago Character Portrait: Katerina Rosario Character Portrait: Bishop J. Santiago

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Stalking silently back towards the estate, Bishop inspected himself once more. It wasn't so much for the human occupants as it was for his brother's sake. Deeming himself clean and proper, he slipped inside, keeping to the shadows as he did so. He had no desire to bring undue attention to himself.

Taking the cellar in the back, Bishop entered from the door at the top of the cellar stairs leading to the inside. Eyes scanning the corridor, he carried himself off towards the bedchambers when he paused, sensitive ears picking up the voices of Angelo and Castiel. Debating but a minute, the younger vampire approached his elder brothers with his trademark grin.

"Am I missing out on something brothers?" Bishop inquired, sauntering into the room without a care. He paused upon seeing a buxom young woman with pale hair and a curious gaze. Giving her a once over, Bishop deemed the woman unimportant and instead turned his gaze to Castiel.

"I'm able to take my little Anise back. Where is she?" Bishop asked, knowing his brother preffered to do things himself and thus, probably found it more troublesome to look after both humans. The elder twin figured he might as well make use of his new little maid. Maybe she could clean or entertain him? Besides, he still hadn't had a taste of her blood yet. He nearly licked his lips at the thought, imagining what her face would look like as he sank his fangs into her pale flesh.

Noticing Demetri wasn't among them, the male had an inperceptible twitch. They were never away from each other very long. Furthermore, that little tart his twin had picked needed to be checked on. If she touched his brother..if she gave him any trouble..he'd tear her head from her shoulders in a heartbeat.
"Demetri up yet?"

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Tanzy was relieved Castiel found nothing offensive about her so far, and though she hadn't been given instructions to do so, decided she may as well clean until he gave her a more specific chore. Turning to face Anise, the young woman felt sorry for the ebony-haired girl. She seemed so scared, and now she was being juggled between her master and the head of the house. Not to mention Anise and her sister had been threatened multiple times. Poor thing must be so frightened.

MAnaging to smile, Tanzy took a bucket of cleaning supplies she had carried with her, offerring for Anise to take something. "I'll be cleaning. If you want, would you like to dust? Or would you rather polish? Or orginize the wardrobe?" she asked, wanting Anise to pick whichever job she wanted.

As Castiel left, Tanzy waited a few moments after he was out of sight before speaking softly to the girl. "Are you allright? Not hurt are you? Do you need anything?" Tanzy felt compelled to look after the other maids. They made her think of her own siblings, and she could see they were more obviously scared than even she was.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago

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ImageAnise barely kept her wits about her the entire time. Ever since the Santiago men revealed their true natures, Anise couldn't help but be a little jumpy. She closed her eyes, repeating poems in her head to calm her nerves. She knew what the letter contained, so as he read it, she could let herself focus on relaxing her racing heart. She knew Castiel could hear it, extract entertainment and joy from her fear. She didn't want to grace him with the pleasure of finding her torment amusing. She'd had a crush on him since her arrival, but all she felt now was disoriented. He was tyrannical, conspiring, and just plain diabolical. Despite everything, she still stole admiring glances.. Something enticed her about Castiel when everything else in her mind told her to withdraw her feelings. She knew she had more to worry about, but she couldn't accept how betrayed she felt. All the men put on fake faces for an entire week. She felt emotionally connected to them before, and now that the lies were on the table, she wasn't sure she could accept it. Looking at Castiel, Bishop, Demetri, and Angelo felt unbearably tedious. Everything she was accustomed to in life turned out to be complete bullshit. Vampires were real, what else was out there in the real world? Werewolves and ghosts too?

She felt her stomach tighten in more knots than she cared to count as Castiel began to assess the situation and manage it. What would become of her if Bishop neglected to return? Would they kill her? Would she be stuck serving under Castiel forever? She refused herself the right to look over to Tanzy however, knowing if she did, Castiel would see the pity in her violet eyes, because she truly did pity the rose haired female. Though Tanzy was stronger than her, maybe Tanzy wasn't handling it as horribly as she would have.

Her stomach unwound itself after she received certainty that he wouldn't feed from her. Help her with her work? Gladly! Anise thought, Castiel's assurance letting her reach a state of solace, even if only for the moment.

As soon as Castiel left, Anise reanimated almost instantly. The dark haired girl smiled over to Tanzy, finally finding the strength to answer her questions, "I could dust and organize the wardrobe.. I never was that good at polishing.." She laughed nervously. She looked up to Tanzy in a way. She had an elegance that Anise knew she, herself, lacked.

Anise also grabbed her hand softly to guarantee her honesty, "I promise I'm alright.. Bishop left before he fed on me.. Are you alright..?" She asked her with equal worry, glancing away, "Alice is my main priority, she's my twin.. but I still look to you and Olivia as sisters.. we work together.. and we were all each other had last week, now that we know the truth, it's even more relevantly so.." She withdrew, seeing as Castiel was absent she figured they could clean and converse. If he returned to the same scene, he'd surely be furious. They couldn't waste time. She grabbed Tanzy's feather duster, lightly running it over Castiel's wardrobe, "His room is so big compared to Bishop's.." she stated in awe, "Is...is he cruel to you..?" she dared to ask Tanzy. She had to know the other girl would be alright in Castiel's care.

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Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Katerina Rosario Character Portrait: Bishop J. Santiago

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Castiel barely noticed the fair-haired human seated at his side. It wasn't until the flutter of her heart graced his ears. He looked down at her, arching his golden brow curiously. He absently wounded his forefinger in a lock of her hair, musing over the unique shade it was. It shined under the pad of his finger, resembling effervescent snow in moonlight. "Care to explain to me why a new human is currently in my presence, Angelo?" he asked as he toyed with the lock of hair around his finger. His attention wasn't pulled away from the silky strands until his absent brother finally decided to grace them with his presence. Castiel allowed the hair to slip from his fingers as he narrowed his eyes at Bishop.

"Am I missing out on something brothers?"

"Yes, brother," Castiel said, tightly, his bright eyes darkening with his anger. "You just so happen to miss the opportunity to inform me of your absence prior to your departure. I would have gone mad looking for you had your maid not given me the information posthaste. You're lucky she is competent, lest I would have hunted your arse down." He rubbed his hairless chin with a empty expression, but rage in his gaze as he pointed towards the corridor. "I left her in my study with Tanzy. She's most likely cleaning and whatnot. But seeing as I am not Demetri's keeper, I regret to inform you that I know not of his conscious state. If he is, he better be in the castle. The next time you wish to venture out into the world, let me know first. You have no idea how many heads I would rip off if I even thought you were in harm's way, you bloke."

He spoke each word gravely; his eyes boring into his brother's form as if it could cut through him.

Sighing and softening his grim features, Castiel turned his attention to Angelo, "Bishop's stupidity aside," he huffed. "Pray tell, who is the girl?"

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop J. Santiago

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Bishop frowned, feeling a stirring irritation begin to rise. Had it been anyone besides one of his brothers telling him off, he'd have torn them to bloody shreds for daring to speak to him in such a manner. Being called stupid would have earned them a long session of torture beforehand. As it was, he simply scowled at his noticeably angry older brother. He knew that look in Castiel's eyes.

"Your concern for my well-being is most thoughtful and appreciated brother. However, you needn't worry so much. Nothing is taking me down without a fight, and you know how hard I fight." Bishop remarked, turning to leave with a small, casual salute to his brother.


With his hands sliding into his pockets, Bishop silently stalked the halls, this time headed towards the brother's rooms. He was just about to reach Demetri's room when a whistled tune reached his ears, followed almost instantly by the sight of the little tart in question. Feeling quite pleased at the timing, he wasted not a second. With the grace and suddeness of a tiger pouncing on it's prey, Bishop grabbed Alice by the wrist, feral eyes boring into hers.

"Well well. Look at you. Only one night gone by and you think to still disrespect the head of this house? Perhaps my brother wasn't clear. You obey all of his and Demetri's rules. You will look the part unless told otherwise."

Leaning in closer, Bishop's fangs came into clear view as he let out a malicious grin. Time to put her in her place.
"Don't forget my little one...your dear sweet sister belongs to me. You do anything to disrespect or in any way pose a threat to my brother, the one who will suffer in the end will be her. I may just...slip and break a rule of my own..or be too rough." Bishop meant it as well. If anything happened to Demetri, he'd make Anise and Alice pay a thousand fold.

"I trust..we understand each other better now, hm?" Bishop purred with a sadistic smile, releasing Alice as he continued on towards Castiel's quarters without a backwards glance.

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Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Katerina Rosario Character Portrait: Bishop J. Santiago

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ImageSoundlessly reading, Angelo flinched as he felt the female's cold hands fall upon his lips. Without hesitation she opened them, examining his teeth. Angelo could easily see the visible excitement in her eyes, but he didn't care. If it wasn't for her slick body and the fact that Castiel had entered, who was demanding his attention, he would have ripped her arm off. But with a low growl, Angelo calmed himself.

"Why have you summoned me, Angelo?" Upon hearing his Eldest brother's voice Angelo spoke up,"Well-" Cut short by an unforeseen interruption. Bishop had entered the meeting room, "Am I missing out on something brothers?" Angelo didn't really understand what his younger Brother had meant until Castiel answered him bitterly.

Maybe it was the fact that Angelo himself had went outside the castle without permission, that made him flinch by Castiel's words. Thus causing Angelo's resolve to not tell his brother of his...absence, even more of an issue. Pondering over how he should explain the situation in the most discreet way, so that he wouldn't get in trouble, Angelo stayed silent allowing his brothers to talk.

Awakening from his thoughts, Angelo turned to his brother, "Pray tell, who is the girl?" It took a minute for Angelo's thoughts to slow down. The thought of speaking of the council caused such irritation, that Angelo could no longer hide his burning glare at the female. If she hadn't been sticking her nose into things she shouldn't have, Angelo wouldn't have trouble his Elder Brother over this useless mater.

Angelo debated on this thought for a while, if he should have just killed her after reading the letter, so his brother wouldn't have to deal with such...useless garbage. But if he had it would also only bring trouble to Castiel, so either way keeping her alive for the time being was the best option. Setting his book on the table, Angelo pushed himself off from the chair.

Walking toward his brother, Angelo had grasped the Council's letter in his hand and passed it to his eldest brother. "They left her at our doorstep. It seems the Council had given us an unwanted creature to take care of. The letter explains everything about her and the reason why they left her with us. In my opinion I think everything in that letter is trash, they just thought it convenient to cause trouble for you...Especially after Mother and Father died."

Angelo's last words were cold and bitter, holding a dark meaning in them. Angelo has always felt this way, of course he thought highly of his Brother, and for the council to take advantage of Castiel, made every ounce of bitterness that has stored up for these centuries boil to the surface.

After a moment Angelo realized he was showing to much anger and let out a sigh, to calm down is rage. "Sorry. I didn't mean to show something so unsightly. Please ignore my last words Brother. That was inappropriate of me." Angelo let Castiel take the paper and seated himself in the nearest chair. Letting his head fall in the palm of his hand, he awaited for his Brother's words.

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Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago Character Portrait: Katerina Rosario

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Castiel’s slender fingers grasped the stationary with little interest. He listened as he opened the letter and read its content. Once again, there was no emotion on his chiseled visage as he beheld the elegant scrawl on the paper. He quirked his brow, a habit that has been becoming more frequent over the past few days. He said nothing as his brother expressed his disdain towards the council’s decision; in fact, he was almost as irate as his sibling, but he neglected to show it. He never did. Emotions were meant to be buried, for they clouded one’s judgment and blinded them from what was really important. So, like the nobleman he was, Castiel buried his unease and buried it deep underneath the pile of tattered memories and suicidal notions. It became just another addition to his mountain of suppression. The flash of distaste left his icy eyes just as quickly as it came and he was once again looking lethargic and uncaring. He toyed with his bottom lip idly as he slowly returned the letter onto the polished surface of the table. His sharp fangs scraped against his dulcet lip, bruising the flesh slightly as if he’d just been passionately kissed. He was thinking, measuring his words like you always did before uttering the words.

“Tis a troublesome time, Angelo,” he said, his cerulean gaze falling on his brother’s lithe frame. He watched the anger slowly fade from his pallid countenance; the lines in his forehead smoothing out and once again becoming blemish free. “There is no need to apologize,” Castiel nearly smiled, finding Angelo’s concern about his workload rather touching. It were moments like these…moments when his family acknowledged his wellbeing and showed their concern. He favored those moments because it reminded him that everything he did for them was worth it in the end. “Worry not, Angel. I will handle this despite my disdain for the matter. I appreciate your apprehension.” He had to admit, of all of his siblings, he was closer to Angelo than any other. He understood him better than Demetri and Bishop ever could.

His sapphire hues shifted to his new tenant, wiping the whisper of a smile off of his face as he regarded her apathetically. As soon as their eyes connected, she began speaking and he hung onto every word, sizing her up by her demeanor and the weight of her tone. He didn’t interrupted although he was growing weary of with her constant droning. He waited for her to finish her little spiel before he decided to respond.

“Quite frankly, love, I could care less about what you’ve been through or who took what from you. I care not about your fear, your determination, or your name for that matter. To me, you are nothing more than a pain in my side from the council. The fact that you’ve already felt the need to explain yourself has deterred me because I don’t like when my food talks.” He leaned forward slightly as his pleasant voice emitted his harsh words. He tilted his head a tad, his golden strands falling alluringly over his eyes. He made no move to push them away as he continued. “I feel neither sympathy nor empathy for you. If you were hoping for a pity party then consider yourself disappointed because no one in this room particularly gives a damn. Now, allow me to explain what’s going to happen from here on out. I will not kill you simply because it would be a waste of precious time—much like your being here—and I just had these floors polished. You will work to live. As soon as I deem your usefulness within these wall obsolete, I will dispose of you without hesitation. Remember that you are indeed expendable and the fact that you don’t “fear” me will not keep me from expecting perfection from you. Bear in mind that you don’t have to fear me, but you will respect me and my family. Fail to do so and I won’t kill you immediately. I’ll simply make you wish I did.”

Castiel straightened his posture, glancing over his shoulder at Angelo. “I am aware that your Olivia has been ill stricken. Therefore, she,” he gestured to Katerina dismissively. “Will be under your watch until your maid is well again. Enjoy, brother.”

Just as Castiel was about to take his leave, the door swung open, revealing his youngest brother. “Demetri?” he asked, brushing his forefinger over his bottom lip as curiosity began to settle in. Something was amiss…he could sense it.

"Cas, we have..a slight turn of events.."

Before Castiel could fathom a response, the door opened further. Behind his brother stood a petite blonde woman with eyes that shined like crystals under the bright gleam of the sun. He stopped worrying his bottom lip, narrowing his eyes at the stranger. He listened for a heartbeat, but her chest was void of any notable rhythm. There was no pulse running through her veins and no soul within her vessel. She was a vampire. Interesting.

“We are not a bloody boarding house,” he muttered in frustration as anger burned in his bright eyes. “What the hell is another vampire doing in the castle? She’s certainly not from the council judging by her apparel. So what bloody purpose does she have here?”

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Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago

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Image” I thought we taught you better than to gawk at people, little sister. My eyes are up here, you little pervert. We're siblings. Gross.” As the words left his lips, Mirabelle shook her head and closed her eyes, letting out a light laughing sigh. ”I Just can’t believe you’re still here. After so many years, I didn’t think I’d find you. I thought you’d guys be long gone and in place would be sons and daughters.” She paused with a smile on her face.

”I’m more than happy that I was wrong. I’ve missed you… So much.” Truth was, she hated her family for a long time. Not even days later, they had declared her dead and stopped looking. For the next eight years of her human life and the countless years of her immortal one, the noblewoman had a past that she dare not speak of. A past that no one needed to know, not even her brothers. There was an ease in her still heart that becoming the animal she was, the scars of her human past were gone.

"Cas lied to us!?" The sudden outburst surprised her, making her eyes widen the slightest bit and she quickly reached forward to cover his mouth, like a child would do in fear that he would spill her secret. ”If you tell him I told you, you’re going to regret it!” She threatened and narrowed her eyes at him, but she had a spark of playfulness glow in her blue hues as the corners of her mouth fought a smile.

The rest of their conversation let her body rest at ease, enjoying the memories that it brought. If only they could take time back, not it seemed that they had more than enough. She supposed it really wasn’t how much time you have, but what you do with it. Her brother’s have built an empire in their town. She could only imagine what losing father had done to her oldest brother. He was now the man of the house, the one that she expected to take care of the rest of them. How she respected her brother.

”I guess, after living through many life times, you just grow tired. I bet he’s not even wed.” She said gently. Her hand reached out for her brothers, and her soft, dainty fingers laced with his as he lead her through their home. The fact that Demetri had remembered her favorite color made her smile, and she playfully tugged in his hair to remind him why that was her favorite color.

When she saw her other brothers, butterflies filled her stomach until Castiel spoke. When the anger in his voice was vented towards her, she fell back in to what she knew for a long time – Mirabelle bowed before her brothers, dropping her gaze to the floor and dipping her head down. “It is I, my Lord. Mirabelle.” It was a quite tone, one with nothing but respect for their eldest. “I didn’t mean to disrupt your home.”

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Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Katerina Rosario

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ImageKaterina narrowed her eyes the slightest bit when he spoke to her, but she forced herself to focus and to relax her face. They were all alike, every bloody vampire. They didn’t have a care for those who weren’t them - didn’t care that they destroyed the soul of a human being. Her heart started thumping in her chest, her adrenalin beginning to wear off. She couldn’t tell if her heart raced for fear, or for anger. Hidden behind her hair, her ears grew bright red and her cheeks flushed. It wasn’t until he spoke of respecting his family when something hit her…

Immediately she dropped to her knees and bowed her head. ”Forgive me, my Lord, for I have forgotten my place.” When it all came down to it, she was still just a common woman, and they were noblemen. They were important and irreplaceable. They were the ones who paid for good seats for the plays in town, while she sat with the common people. Had she’d forgotten her place in the square where other people could witness, she knew she would have been beaten for it. They would have used her to make a point.

Katerina refused to respect the part of him that saw her nothing more at food, but respected his family and where he came from. Perhaps it should have been the other way, since this way there was purpose for her, food or not. Her actions caused her to drop her rank from the common woman to a servant. She didn’t care much, and would have done it for the sake for her sanity. Katerina would have made the same choices. Even now, the curiosity drove her. She would do her jobs and what they asked of her, because in return she got to study them. She was able to watch the way they moved, how they spoke. She felt like she would quickly experience how the fed and what it took for them to live. That part made her cringe, the pain in her shoulder reminding her so. Katerina was going to figure out their weaknesses and their strengths. She was going to find a way to protect the rest of the people, one way or another. It may take her years, and she may not live to see it through, but Kat gave herself a purpose, and that's all she needed to keep going.

Not again did she speak and she kept her gaze low, looking at the new comers out of the corner of her eye. How many of them were there? A house full of men – no wonder they were so uptight. The human girl listened to the new voices, her brows furrowing as there was finally the voice of another woman. There seemed to be a light sense of calmness flow through her, and allowed her rigid body to relax in the slightest bit but she dared not move. Perhaps the combination of royalty and vampirism was more deadly than she believed. There was no humanity left to these people. The years have taken more than their toll and left them emotionless.. or it seemed.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop J. Santiago

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Tanzy jumped as Bishop entered, watching cautiously as he came up and addressed Anise, not a shred of interest directed towards her. That was all well and good, but she still worried about Anise. Thankfully, Anise so far seemed to be handling the situation much better than before. Waving farewell to the maid, Tanzy resumed cleaning the closet, deciding mentally to do the floors next, since Anise had so kindly helped her finish the dusting. She began to hum as she worked, getting into a steady rhythm.
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Bishop headed towards his quarters, able to feel the fear radiating off of Anise as he led her down the halls. He did notice the significant change in how she was handling her fear, the ebony haired girl keeping her composure and not hiding in debilitating terror. Good girl. Bishop was pleased she had some backbone. He liked the fear, but it would've been no fun to have a maid who was too scared to do anything or even talk to him. She was scared, but not running,and that's all he needed.
Nodding in confirmation as Anise apologized and recognized how silly her question had been, the male glanced over his shoulder to see her fair cheeks burned a lovely shade of red in embarrassment. Chuckling slightly, he turned away to hide his grin. She was so innocent and precious. He could feel and see her struggle with the new term, only amusing him more.

"Good girl. I like that you learn quickly. Unlike your sister.." Bishop scowled for a moment, but then shrugged the thought of destroying Alice aside. Even he wasn't about to deliberately go against his eldest brother.

Upon reaching his quarters, Bishop gestured Anise to go inside. Despite saying he didn't need to feed yet, he couldn't help but linger his gaze upon Anise's fair, tender looking neck. He licked his fangs lightly, managing to control himself. So long as she didn't run from him, he wouldn't lose himself.

"Now then, let's have you clean my room for me. You may start with the bookshelf and then work on fixing a few buttons and tears in my clothes." he decided, slinking into a chair as he pulled off his coat, draping it oer the back of another armchair.

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Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago Character Portrait: Katerina Rosario

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ImageDemetri blinked as he felt a small hand over his mouth. He let her have her fun, but after a few moments the taller vampire leaned his head out of her reach, "Still taller than you Mi-ra~" The red haired male boasted. He felt a sense of serenity as he found himself playfully smirking down at his little sister. It'd been several years since he'd had a moment like this. A moment of true happiness. Bishop was great, better than great.. but the loss of the youngest made everyone quite cold. It left the family incomplete. If they failed to protect their kid sister, what else would they fail? Even as immortals they never found her.. after two centuries they'd all presumed she was dead. Letting himself thoroughly enjoy the moment, his green eyes began to glow in a mischievous manner,"This looks like it's going to be a wonderful I owe you, doesn't it baby sister?" He chimed childishly, as if not a single year had passed since her disappearance. He wondered if she was as easy to manipulate as she was when they were children, "Let's play a game.. It's called What would you do to keep me from telling good ol' Cassie~!" He laughed as he waited at the door. Then he pretended to wince "Threats aren't very becoming for a young lady, dear sister." Though he blushed and messed her hair up as she chose his hair to symbolize her reasoning for her color of choice, "G-geez.." He mumbled flustered. Though it didn't last very long, it never did with him.

"Wed?" Demetri snickered, holding his stomach, leaning on the doorway as he wiped his eyes, "Castiel's a stick in the mud these days, at best." He covered his mouth, like child caught saying a swear word, but Demetri knew his eldest brother could hear him. It was needless to say that he enjoyed ruffling a few feathers now and then.. The house would be dreadfully boring without Demetri's shenanigans after all! He was simply doing his family a service, keeping everything fresh and lively.

Though Demetri was plagued with laughter once more as Castiel voiced what his reaction gave off. He didn't even recognize Mirabelle. He slid down the doorway, clenching his side in mild pain. While he wasn't bound by human limits, didn't have to breathe, Demetri hadn't laughed this hard in ages. Not since a transvestite hit on Angelo and Castiel...

"Oh dear.." He stood again, wiping his clothes and clearing his throat. Once his stature was recomposed, Demetri began again, "Excuse my informality.." His lip twitched, daring to laugh again, but he didn't allow himself, "You can't recognize our baby sister? Maybe you're getting cataracts, dear Cassie." He teased, holding in his amusement, however, the seriousness in his tone was growing strenuous for the typically humorous male. He simply had to find release somehow, unluckily for Castiel, today that meant it was by taunting him, "Have you been feeding properly?" His last question drew genuine concern, despite his previous annoying banter. Demetri cared for his brothers, in his own, unconventional way. He also felt the most useless, so he joked about everything in attempt to keep his brothers spirits up, even if it meant some ill wishes thrown his way now and then.

Though his teasing ceased once his eyes fell on Kat. Demetri's entire disposition switched in the blink of an eye as he strolled around Castiel smoothly, slipping over about a foot from Katerina. He gave a graceful bow, green eyes looking into her crimson, "How rude of me.. I'm Demetri Santiago, and I am quite pleased to make your acquaintance.." He purred, giving her a sly smile, "Welcome to Castillo de la Muerte.. I hope my elder brothers haven't been.. too rough.." He straightened himself out, definitely referring to Castiel and Angelo. Though he wasn't standing long. Soon after he rose from his bow, Demetri bent down on one knee, taking Katerina's hand in his own and kissed it tenderly, "Who might you be, deary?" He asked Katerina with curious emerald orbs. Then he remembered something. He closed his eyes, attempting to channel his wishes to Alice, biting the inside of his cheek. He could only channel his thoughts to a human that he's fed on.. His eyes flickered annoyance, but he just shouted it instead, "Alice~ I dropped a wine glass outside of my bedroom, be a dear and clean that up for me!" He rang through the Castle. Castillo de la Muerte...certainly never held a dull moment. Everyone here was so...odd..

Then his eyes widened as he remembered something, "Don't forget dear brother.. we were asked by the Council to hold the annual Vampire-Human Masquerade ball. It's to be held in the grand hall in a mere three days..." He looked to Castiel, then to Angelo, "I won't allow either of you a minutes rest unless you attend.."

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Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago Character Portrait: Katerina Rosario

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Castiel’s bitter face hardened as the girl introduced herself. There was no sign of joy, no enthrallment, not even a glimmer of happiness upon this life changing revelation. Within the depths of his eyes, something inside Castiel shattered. He could hear his brother’s mockery, but it was merely an echo; Demetri was far away from him just like everything else in the room. If he were still human, his face would have been rosier than that of his garden. However, the only thing that visibly warned everyone in the room of his indignation was the shifting tides in his icy gaze. It was a look that could freeze hell and set fire to villages. How dare she! His mind was reeling, processing everything that was said, computing the sentence until he couldn’t anymore. How dare she mock the memory of our sister… He snapped his heavy gaze to Angelo, motioning for him to escort the Katarina out of the room. He watched the two leave, waiting for the maid to be out of earshot before cutting his eyes to the imposter.

“How dare you,” he seethed, his anger now showing uncensored on his usually stoic visage. It was a terrifying sight. His nostrils flared; his eyes were wild torrents of cerulean and steel, like the ocean during a destructive storm. There was unadulterated malice radiating off of him. He was this close to killing her and not asking questions, nearly crushing her skull like the bug she was. “You insolent, impertinent, sack of shit. You have the gall to approach me with an obvious lie? Are you dense? I ought to rip your heart right out of your filthy chest! How bloody dare you! My sister is dead. She died long ago and for you to disgrace her memory…” With the speed and grace of an ancient vampire, Castiel gripped her neck and brutally slammed her against the cobblestone wall. He held her there, his lips against her ear as he pressed his weight into her, insuring that she’d barely be able to move a muscle.

“What is stopping me from painting your blood on this wall, hmm?” He could hear Demetri’s movement before the younger vampire could take a step.

“I love you, brother, I really do, but I swear to God, Demetri, if you take one more fucking step, I will not only end her life, but I will fling your arse across this parlor without hesitation. Stay back!” He barked this without looking behind him, for his eyes were furiously boring into the intruder’s whilst his senses were on red alert, awaiting any indication of movement on his brother’s part.

“My sister was stolen from this family as a human, you fool, as a child no less. There was no possible way she could have escaped and lived on her own. We searched for her…for decades we hunted, but she was nowhere to be seen. She is dead, he hissed, venomously. “Now, I will give you one more chance to accurately state your business or so help me, your tribulation will be my pleasure.”

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Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago

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ImageWhen Demetri left her side, her gaze fell solely on her eldest brother, watching the way he moved. When he motioned for everyone to leave, she paid no attention to anything but her eldest brother, simply moving to the side to let them through. Even while dead, she could feel the sensation of her heart hammering in her chest, her breath catching in her throat. She would have given her soul right then to know exactly what it was her brother was thinking – but then she didn’t have to.

It wasn’t until he spoke that he body stilled completely, not even air expelled past her lips. Her fingers curled into her hand, nails digging sharply into her palm as she fought the urge to smack him. No one man of the family ever talked that way around her or her mother. A foul word never left their lips in their presence. I’ve been called worse. She reasoned to herself to keep her calm, to keep her stoic. He was just afraid, upset.

Angry. It wasn’t until he pushed her body so hard up against the wall that the air finally expelled from her lungs harshly, an unwanted groan going with it. Her hands came up, one hand wrapping around his fingers, the other wrapped around his wrist. His body made her ache and she struggled the slightest bit as another unwanted groan passed her lips. Mirabelle tried her damnedest to stay still, but the pain that made her throat throb created the reaction to get away. She had been held down like this too many times in her life time, and it didn’t make her fear him – it simply brought the memories back that she had struggled so hard to keep away and in that instant she hated him for it.

Those blue eyes narrowed for a moment as they filled with hatred, boring into him with as much passion as she could muster. Her instincts told her not to say a word, not to anger him but this was supposed to be her brother. Cas’s words of searching for her should have made her soften – should have made her cry knowing that they did care that much about her.

She spoke in a voice so low that only they could hear. ”I am dead.. I was taken to God knows where…” She growled in a huff and struggled to get her bearings, pulling at his hand so that she could get in another breath to speak. “… where they graced my body with slave bands so not a soul would look at me. So not one would listen to my pleas and bring me home.. I was hidden and beat when someone saw my face..” The fight against her brother’s hand stopped because he only seemed to tighten when she fought, but the anger in her eyes didn’t falter and she met his gaze levelly. Mirabelle had no intentions to tell them what happened to her, but she needed her brother to understand why she couldn't come home. “I was the girl you promised to keep her secret when I would beg you to hold me throughout the night because I was afraid of the dark. It was me you told that would keep me safe from my nightmares.”

The tears in her eyes finally revealed themselves and she hated herself for it. She had taken Demetri’s warning that their brother wasn’t the same, but nothing prepared the hatred she saw in Castiel’s eyes when he looked at her. It broke her heart. She choked on the next breath that caught in her throat. ”It was my hair you played with when mom was with dad on business..” It was then Mirabelle completely stopped fighting and gentleness returned to her touch. Her body ached as he threatened death. ”I have no reason to lie, and you have no reason to believe me… But whatever proof you need, I can give it to you.”

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Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago Character Portrait: Katerina Rosario Character Portrait: Bishop J. Santiago

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ImageEverything was moving to fast for Angelo to comprehend, it wasn't even a second after Castiel decided on making Katerina Angelo's personal maid for the time being, when his younger brother entered the room with an another female.

The difference with this one was that she was a Vampire, and the announcement that she was their long lost sister just made it worse.

The room seemed to spinning, but Angelo didn't even have time to speak before his elder brother sent him a gaze so alarming that he couldn't help but obey. Sending shivers through his lifeless body, Angelo recalled that same look only a few number of times.

Bishop, Demetri, and Angelo had went out at night during their younger years as vampires and were attacked by some strangers. But before any of the intruders could touch them Castiel had came to their aid in full speed, that was the day where Angelo understood his brother was to never be angered.

Angelo had never been so frightened in his life, it wasn't because of the intruders, but how his brother looked. He seemed like another person, not their level headed brother, but a fearsome vampire who had the eyes of a monster daring one to cross him.

That day Castiel had sent the three inside so Angelo never knew what had happened, but he could guess. When Castiel returned inside, he was as calm as ever, but the difference wasn't hos attitude but his appearance. He was covered in wet blood.

The memory made Angelo flinch, quickly taking the human out, knowing this wouldn't end well. As he was leaving he spotted the one who claimed to be their little sister. His eyes widened slightly as he spotted the necklace around her neck...That necklace. Before he could confirm his suspicion, Caetiel glared them out the door.

Angelo flicked his tounge in irritation. If that was, that necklace, then she was telling the truth. But before Angelo could do anything he had to take care of this Human. In full speed Angelo took off toward Olivia's room.

Arriving, he knocked with urgency. Once opened he pulled Katerina inside, and turned toward Olivia who looked confused. "I'll explain later, but watch this girl." Without farther explination he disappered out the door.

There sister was always a sour subject, so it was probably going horribly wrong in the room. Opening the door his thought was correct. The girl was being strangled by Castiel. Not daring to move any closer, Angelo slipped into the room quietly. Taking a breath he spoke,"Wait Castiel. She might be telling the truth."

He saw his brother's piercing glance and continued, "She's wearing That necklace. If she really is Mirabelle, she should be able to tell us how she got it."

Angelo wasn't one to easily believe in others. But that necklace was a special gift all the brother's got Mirabelle for her birthday , her last birthday before she disappeared. It was custom made so it wasn't possible for their to be a replica. So if that was really their sister she would know this.

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Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago

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ImageDemetri held his place in the center of the room, shifting his weight apprehensively. Despite his frantic mind, Demetri heeded Castiel's warning. He chewed on his cheek, silently awaiting Castiel's verdict. Fighting Castiel would only cause Mirabelle to die quicker. As fast as Demetri was, he wouldn't reach his sister in time to salvage her from his eldest brother's wrath. His green eyes kept to the floor, "You think I didn't nearly rip her throat out with my bare teeth?" He retorted in a childish mumble, like a child responding to an angry parent. He was no longer smiling, or singing. This was a moment where even Demetri couldn't pretend to be careless.

His eyes softened as Castiel's speech returned several unwanted memories to Demetri's mind. He tried to shake them, to no avail. Countless nights screaming Mira's name into the night, killing sprees in attempt to find their baby sister.. Their mother crying herself to sleep. Demetri remembered every second of it. Why? Because he was always right there. He was there, holding their mother while their father was at work, telling her jokes and attempting to lift her spirits. Demetri took it upon himself since her disappearance to be the optimist. None of his brothers held a shred of optimism between them, not a single thread. He knew that it meant being detested, hated. Though a single smile from any of his brother's faces was enough payment. He didn't expect any thanks, or praise.

Demetri crinkled his nose a bit at the reunion. He was a hopeless romantic and everything, but this whole situation since he'd awoke had been a little too dramatic. Every bone in his body ached to return to his quarters and nestle up in his bed, to simply forget about the current events. He rubbed the back of his neck as she recollected memories in her struggle to reconcile with the eldest. After all this, I'm definitely getting a drink.. The red haired male frowned to himself. He was exhausted. He also had a disgustingly sweet taste in his mouth as she reminded him of Castiel's human years. Even Demetri had grown much darker since his time as a mortal. He simply tried to hide his darkness, give off the impression that humanity was easier to embrace as a vampire than it seemed. It was a pointless endeavor, but Demetri continued nonetheless. He didn't want to face that he wasn't human.

He felt an ounce of relief as Angelo returned, smiling to him. I owe him one, I'll have a drink with him later. Taunts excluded. He thought to himself. Demetri looked to Angelo, then to Castiel, "As much as I'd love to continue.. I've got a maid that has been left unaccounted for. I'm uncomfortable with the time frame, so if you'll excuse me.. I'll take my leave through the opposite exit." He informed them, attempting to avoid triggering Castiel's wrath furthur, and bowed to his brothers formally, giving Angelo one final glance before turning on his heels, "Thank you."

Without a second glance back, Demetri strolled out of the room. I hope little sister is tougher than before.. He smirked to himself, before gracefully shooting up the staircase. He looked around, taking a long whiff of the air before licking his fangs. Found her~ His vampiric speed shot him through the halls, a blur at best until he was right next to Alice, "Did we get lost little Dove?" He reach forward to caress her hair. Her scent was seducing his nose, teasing his gums, but he held his composure. He'd have to feed within the next two days, else he wouldn't be able to trust himself around the poor girl. He rubbed his temples, a headache growing from his hunger. It was torturing him really, "There's a mess outside of my room.. we've a new guest and she startled me.. Be a deary and clean it up for me..?" His voice was lower than usual, almost too soft to understand. He closed his eyes, letting out a long breath, "Forgive my sloppiness."

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Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago

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Castiel's mental stability was being tested. He could feel himself unravelling at the seams. His mind was telling him to be patient, to try to understand what was happening before reacting, but his heart was clenching within the confines of his chest. He could feel his emotions rising to the surface; all of his fury, despondency, and distress that he had buried for hundreds of years were finally quaking like an avalanche just waiting to happen. He was trembling as he looked Mira in the eyes. He remembered exactly how his sister had looked at him all those years ago and despite the hatred that flared up in her azure gaze; he could see the little girl that used to confide in him…the little girl that made him good. He saw it—all of it. All of the late night talks, the brotherly words of wisdom, and the moments when they’d just be content with being in one another’s presence without speaking words—it all crashed into his mind as Angelo surged through the door, alerting him to stop before he did something drastic.

Castiel’s jaw tightened as he tried in vain to control his emotions. It was all just hitting him at once. He had to shut his eyes to bring those sentiments to rest. He had to bury it. He had to be strong for his family. He had to avoid feeling a thing. Feelings were dangerous…they could ruin you. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat as he slowly loosened his hold around Mira’s neck. He opened his eyes; his expression morphing into his mask of eternal indifference. He didn’t manage to rid himself of the emotions, but he was now numb.

He pushed his face away from hers as he held her down and looked at the trinket around her neck. He remembered the day they gave their sister the necklace and how pleased she looked. Being the only girl in the castle, the brothers cherished her. She had been Castiel’s little princess.

“Well then,” he said, tensely. “Explain. Prove to me that you are who you say you are.” Underneath the terseness of his voice, his tone was pleading. He needed her to be Mira. His Mirabelle. He needed this more than he’s needed anything—even blood.

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Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago

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Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago

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ImageMirabelle watched every emotion flash through his eyes as if she were watching a movie. It was in that moment that she realized Demetri had been wrong. Castiel wasn't different, he was just guarded. Cas had been that way for a long time and she always tried to get something out of him, most nights settling for half a smile. Mira's breathing was ragged as the locked gazes for what seemed to be for eternity and the hatred completely left her face. She heard Angelo come in, but she wasn't really registering what he was saying. She was too focused on who was in front of her.

Mirabelle's body relaxed when he loosened his grip, so her hands left his hand and she cupped his face. Her right hand slipped back a little farther so that her fingers could curl into his hair, and she pulled his face back to hers, touching her forehead to his. She could feel the pressure around her neck tighten as she pushed her head away from the wall, but it didn't matter. She made him look at her again while she clenched onto him. Then she did what she hadn't done in centuries - she kissed his nose. Mirabelle always kissed on the cheek when she thanked her brothers, but with Cas she always kissed his nose since most times he wrinkled it at her and gave her a smile.

"You don't really need proof, do you." She whispered in a tone so low she could barely hear it herself. He had to of known it in his heart that it was her, but she continued anyway. "It was for my birthday." She said in a tone so that both of them could hear but she still couldn't move her gaze to see Angelo. Her fingers tightened in his hair, but she didn't pull. She simply held onto him as if someone was going to take her again. "All of you went to go pick out for me the day before and you set it on my pillow for me to see when I woke up. All of you were standing there, and gave me a bit of a scare." A smile broke out across her face as she was remembering it. The necklace meant so much to her. When she was taken and it was ripped from her neck, Mira kept in her mind exactly where it was and who took it from her. When she was changed into a vampire, she went back and killed him for it. Mira wouldn't have traded that necklace for her life.

"Cassie... She breathed and the tears finally spilled over, staining her cheeks. Her eyes searched his, begging for a chance, begging for him to believe her. She then moved her forehead from his and pulled herself to his ear. "I promise I won't tell them you were scared. Your secret is safe with me." She repeated to him what he would tell her the nights she came into his room. Mirabelle felt comfort with all her brothers, but Cas had been the one she felt safest with and practically spent every night in there with him.

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Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago Character Portrait: Katerina Rosario

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ImageAngelo let out a sigh of relief, "Finally over." Staring at the two siblings Angelo let out a smile smile. After a moment he came to the conclusion that he should get back to Olivia and Katerina. "Sorry, I have to exclude myself from here." Without waiting for a reply he exited the room.

Walking down the halls, he had finally reached Olivia's room. Knocking on the door, he entered to a surprising scene. "Why are you on the ground?" Angelo asked this in a monotone voice, not really caring for an answer.

Glancing over at Olivia he noticed her complexion wasn't as bad as he had anticipated."It seems you aren't dying. That would have been troublesome." Angelo smirked at Olivia speaking to her in a manner one would address to a small child.

Steading his vision outside, he noticed it was still raining, and the sky had became darker. So it was probably sometime in the afternoon. Moving his attention over to Olivia, Angelo studied her for a minute,"I'm sure you two have already made introductions." He said this while pointing toward Katerina.

"Anyway. Starting from today onward she is going to be a maid here. Since she is going to be in my care for now, I need you to show her around. And, don't worry about tending to me today, I'll call for you laster, so just show this child around." Pausing for a while, Angelo calculated his thoughts, reading his next words. After a moment of silence he stared down at Katerina.

"Listen up. You are going to be a maid at this house, form now on. I don't want any trouble out of you, since your already on thin ice." He waited for her to take the words in, than continued. "Also, in this house there are rules which, must be followed. If broken you will be either punished or killed."

Angelo looked Katerina in the eyes, his ruby orbs studying her,"Rule one: You must obey your master, which is me at the moment. I am your top priority, keep that in mind. Secondly, you aren't allowed to enter any of my brothers' and sister's quarters without permission, there are five us. Four brothers' and One sister.

Stopping, Angelo took a breath,"You are also forbidden to go into the forest adjacent to the castle, anywhere else is allowed. If this rule is broken I will kill you personally. Understood."

Without waiting for a reply he continued,"Do not enter the Eldest Brother's study, the one with blonde hair. This includes any rooms that are locked, unless Castiel, himself, says otherwise. Lastly, keep all the curtains closed during the morning. You can open them during the nighttime." Angelo felt like explain this took to much energy.

But he knew that this maid in particular, needed to know them. "Besides the rules you have heard, I have rules of my own. You becoming my maid, and the fact that I am a Vampire does mean you supply me with your blood whenever needed. But. Since, I have Olivia you aren't needed unless she is unwell like today."

He went over the rules he had given Olivia in his head, repeating ever one perfectly,"Secondly, whenever entering my room you must never go past the doorway, unless given permission. If you hear music coming from my room do not enter until it has finished. Thirdly, touch nothing in my room without permission from me. Fourth, wherever I go, you must go with me as well. Of course you are allowed breaks in between are meetings. Though today I want you to follow Olivia around, so you can get use to this castle, so the fourth rule won't start until you have finished looking."

Parting his lips he took a breath,"That is all, if I have anymore I will make sure to tell you ahead of time." Walking closer to Katerina, pondering on something as he stared at her.

Getting closer, Angelo bent down in front of Katerina glaring her in the eyes,"Unlike the rest of the maids, I am going to be watching you very closely. If you dare to break any one of these rules, or if I found out you have caused trouble. I won't hesitate to get rid of you. Understood." Angelo's voice was extremely cold, holding no room for complaints.

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Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago

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The array of emotions that overtook Castiel entire being was something that couldn’t be described in mere words. So, I will not attempt to try. What I will do is vividly illustrate the quarreling of thoughts that burdened his brain like a sickness. It was maddening really. For centuries, he imagined his sister’s agony; a small fragile being completely demolished by the merciless world around her. It kept him awake at night. It was the reason he stopped sleeping to begin with. The images of her lifeless azure eyes staring up at him, scolding him for not being there, for not protecting her. Her lips pressed against the tip of his nose and his mind went back to the night of her disappearance…the tears spilling from his eyes as he watched his only sister being ripped from her family. Instantly, he pulled away, pushing the memory out of his head as he slowly dropped his hand from her neck. His fingers brushed against his sides as he backed away, his gaze never fleeting.

It took him a minute or two to collect himself, gather his bearings, to speak. He just didn’t know how his world could be crumbling around him in such a short amount of time. Swiftly, the eldest of the Santiago vampires squared his shoulders as he parted his pallid lips slightly. “Welcome home, sister,” he said, formally, maintaining his distance. It was all too much to handle in one sitting. He needed time, time to cope and think and reason. He needed time to accept her. “I will send for a new wardrobe for you and your bedroom is just as you…left it. Seeing as you are without a maid, I will also take the liberty of hiring a butler to be at your beck and call.” He offered a curt bow before quickly making his escape. He moved like the ghost he was, drifting and blending into the shade. A roaring thunder cracked through the ominous sky outside of the castle as Castiel stormed into his study, slamming the door behind him. He completely ignored Tanzy’s presence as he turned on his heels, inhaled, and shot his marble fist out; the stone of the wall crumbling to rubble at his feet. He breathed heavily as he rested his forehead against the cool wall. He inhaled and exhaled rapidly, steadying his emotions, reining them in and hiding them underneath the rest of his misery.

“Leave my room, Tanzy. I am in need of solitude.”





With his cloak trailing behind him like a shadow, Castiel waltzed into the main parlor his marble and gold mask in hand. There was a powerful air that surrounded him, shrouded him in pure unadulterated strength. He looked confident, unconcerned, unperturbed, and completely in control. Elegant fingers caressed the face of his mask, pressing it against his chiseled face and obscuring it from the world around him. The parlor was glittering in gold, crimson, and black, alight, and effervescent in scheme and granger. Castiel was pleased with Demetri’s work thus far. There were merely a few small details to see to. “Demetri,” he sighed, watching his brother speak to the chef in hushed tones. “I presume tonight’s festivities are in order. The ball is to begin when the clock strikes eight, so your time is rather short. Our guests will be arriving soon enough, so pray tell how I may be of assistance, dear brother.”

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Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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Tanzy froze at the sudden wrenching of the door, seeing the master of the house storm into the room without a glance towards her. He seemed more unreachable than ever before, and his fist colliding with the wall earned a flinch from the maid, eyes fixed on him when she heard his cool voice reach her ears. She almost wanted to ask what was wrong, instinctually protective and concerned when someone seemed unhappy, a habit she developed after being the eldest and helping to look after her siblings. However, Castiel's tone as well as his demeanor, the aura about him, told her enough. Her mind reconsidered the foolish notion of trying to talk to him, and so she simply bowed her head, picking up her bucket of supplies.

"As you wish master Castiel." she said softly, her gaze lingering on his form for a second more before taking her leave.





Tanzy found herself looking around at the elegant decor, the polished floors, and all the visible furniture with a critical, careful eye. Tonight was a ball, and she felt even more pressed than usual to ensure everything looked perfect. Spotting a slight smudge on the grand staircase, she hastilly scurried over with her cleaning cloth, remedying the situation with haste. Once more she glanced about, only briefly noticing Castiel and Demetri before the drapes over one of the windows caught her eye. She once more hurried over, fixing a crease in the fabric so it lined up perfectly, neatly, crisply. This finished, she checked herself over, smoothing out the white apron of her maid outfit. She checked the rest of her uniform, making sure nothing was out of place or, heaven forbid,-stained. Of all days to look proper, today was it.

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Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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ImageThe following days were blurred in Demetri's mind. Business over the masquerade certainly kept him on his toes. Of course being the eldest, Castiel handled the official politics of the matter. Though Demetri took it upon himself to direct the decoration, the buffet, and all the finer issues. It wasn't always so, in his younger years Demetri didn't involve himself in the formal affairs, but the flaws in their presentation irked him, he'd find himself making adjustments to the entire setup, unable to enjoy the party due to his picky taste towards interior design. As years went by, Demetri simply volunteered, preferring that he just take the task upon himself beforehand. Once he'd started Demetri became almost unstoppable. He was the Picasso of decoration. He'd just finished picking out the flower arrangements as the thought brought a smirk to his face. He thought back to the box he'd left on his maid's bed. She'd surely be furious, though she had little choice but to wear the dress..and the corset. It'd be amusing for him to say the least. Well worth the verbal and possible physical abuse Alice's wrath would bring upon him behind closed doors. Thankfully she's not strong enough to actually kill me. Demetri mentally chimed in relief, chuckling aloud, earning several awkward glances from the human assistance he'd hired.

Demetri was already clad in his tuxedo, not a single wrinkle in his attire. He tugged at the cuff of his coat, admiring his attire. He was wearing a black top hat, to accompany his standard black tuxedo. His mask held in his free hand loosely. He'd wanted an orange one, but he just couldn't find a style that matched his exquisite taste in such short amount of time. He had no choice but to begrudgingly settle for the red and gold one in his hand. Demetri sighed a bit as he thought about his compromise. It wasn't in his nature to compromise, it went against his whole genetic makeup. Santiago's didn't compromise except for another Santiago. He had a reputation to uphold however, so he wasn't about to complain about his mask, or give evidence he was displeased with it. As he realized the deadline was approaching, Demetri went ahead and slipped his mask on. He crinkled his nose as he adjusted the material. It was a bit ill fitting, though he knew it couldn't be helped. All masquerades were dreadfully uncomfortable for one's face after all. After reaching maximum comfort, which honestly speaking, wasn't at all, Demetri swept himself over to a nearby mirror, adjusting his hair. He'd opted to slicking it back in a refined manner. none of his usual wild strands hanging loosely around his face.

Just as he'd turned around to scold one of the kitchen boys, his eyes fell on his older brother. Emerald orbs examined him, giving him a slow once over before grinning. Castiel's hair was always their mother's pride, though it was always defiant to her attempts in arranging it. He nearly snickered at the reminiscent memory of their mother's attempt of taming the blond's hair. "You look dignified as always." Demetri commented, tapping his chin. He could tell that Castiel attempted with his hair, though his endearingly unruly hair was naturally curling behind his ears. He'd definitely ruined his attempt before anyone else even witnessed his hard work by running his fingers through it. Castiel was always messing with his tresses afterall. Though it's probably what made him the most approachable among the brothers. His hair suited his hard facial features, giving him a false inviting appearance.

You give up a lot for our happiness, for that I thank you brother...

He smiled a bit, "Well you could.." He trailed off, looking around the room, attempting to locate a task "Help me pick out the second serving of wine. I chose red, Bordeaux to start things off, but I'm having trouble picking which is going to be the followup and which the beginning drink.." He frowned to himself. How he loved the earthy wine. The thought of it's blueberry and vanilla accents and strong finish made his mouth water, "Château Bourbon La Chapelle? Or perhaps Château Biac, Cuvée Felix de Biac?" He then remembered he should possibly explain the difference, considering the were all from the same industry, "Château Bourbon La Chapelle has a flinty, earthy and smoky character. It is then combined with floral notes and hints of raspberry, oak and spice." He informed the eldest, but proceeded in offering him a small sample glass. Describing a taste and actually tasting the substance were entirely different. "Now, Château Biac, Cuvée Felix de Biac.. has more of a nutty and silky quality with notes of berries, blackcurrants and spice." He held the second testing glass as he awaited his brother's opinion.

"The help has the rest under control I assume." Demetri smiled contently, "All we have to do is oversee thanks to this years brilliant teamwork. Did you pick out your little dove's costume for tonight or did you choose to let her choose?" He quirked an inquisitive eyebrow, taking the moment to jab at the eldest. He typically left Castiel alone, but the opportunity was right in front of him, he couldn't pass it up. Demetri awaited an answer, before his mind wandered elsewhere, like how his twin was handling the situation. He seemed to be under a lot of stress and due to his current duties, he had little time to give Bishop. He just hoped that his brother would be stable enough to enjoy the festivities. His eyes caught movement by the drapes, snickering as he noticed the maid 'fixing' things, "Is she even going to enjoy herself tonight?" He added in amusement, "I don't see how she could. That's the whole reason I volunteered was to avoid doing just that."

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Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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Image”Hmph..jerks… kicking me out of the kitchen like that! Well, I’ll tell you something, Mr. ‘I’m-the-best-chef-around’; I bloody live here!” fumed Alice’s rant, a venomous glare directed at the oak door that was currently being slammed shut to, effectively, bar the maid from the kitchen...more specifically, the delicacies that were lined up on the exposed counters. Letting another huff of indignation to escape her, a slew of hushed curses soon accompanying the annoyance, the girl’s focus drifted to rest on the ruby-red apple clutched protectively in her right palm. A small smile quickly replaced that scowl at it’s sight, that tongue that poked from between her lips in mischievous accomplishment telling the story; she snatched it right under the culinary personnel’s noses. At the memory, a chuckle filled the hushed corridor, bare feet springing into action.

Sluggishly dragging the exposed flesh of her soles against the sleek floorboards, Alice half-heartedly tossed the gem of a fruit up into the air before, without effort, snagging it. ”I wonder how Anise is doing..?” mused her spoken thoughts, a curiosity and loneliness giving the words life. After all, she hadn’t really found the time to be with her sibling (more like Anise couldn’t) and it was starting to eat away at their bond. Subconsciously repeating the toss and catch with herself, the maid’s eyes focused to the decor of the hall. Hm… kinda drab.. I don’t suppose Demetri arranged it.. was the inner assessment, that ghost of a smile lifting into a titled smirk. Suppressing a yawn, Alice, absentmindedly, trailed a a few fingers just shy of her right cheekbone, a slight frown diminishing that smirk. Those 3 birthmarks, the ones in the shape of tear drops, weren't hidden for the first time she arrived at Castillo..after all, concealing them with makeup usually happened AFTER she had gotten dressed...and seeing she had, literally, just rolled out of bed, there was no time. Giving a shrug of her shoulders, she made a mental note to hide it later. However, just as her mind was beginning to drift, a rush of cold air brought her to a rude reality check. Dressed in nothing more than a mere tank top of midnight and cropped cargo shorts with a thigh-reaching hem that bordered on the scandalous, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that her flesh textured with goose bumps. Though would she ever swap her usual for something warmer and more practical of their climate? Never. Because, in this particular outfit, all Alice would ever have to do is slide on her combat boots and call it good….could she do that with the expected feminine nightwear and leap out a window? Hardly. ”Damn….I thought vampires were cold enough...so why are they freezing us out?” mumbled her complaint, head shaking and causing the wild mane to briefly catch movement.

Before any notion of time could register, Alice found herself outside of the door that served as a the gateway to her room. Exhaling another soft sigh, boredom consuming her attention once more, the maid silently slipped through the threshold. That boredom was, regretfully, shortly lived as a certain box caught her eye; pristine white in a rectangular formation that occupied the length of the twin bed, it was neatly secured with a black satin ribbon, a folded card sitting atop. Eyes narrowing in suspicion, the girl’s gaze flickered around the room in caution before landing back on the alien object. Raising the apple to her mouth, Alice sunk her teeth into the fruit’s flesh before shifting a cautious foot forward. Pausing, she tore a section off with her teeth, chewed it and swallowed before repeating the whole process. After the fourth turn of this cycle, the stalling finally coming to an end, Alice clutched the apple between her jaw as both hands meticulously unravelled the posh wrapping. Lifting the card, index finger of the left hand flipping it’s cover, those narrowed eyes grew into slits seeing Miss Alice Delopar elegantly scrawled in black ink. Heartbeat now slowed to a dramatic pulsation, the maid carefully set the card to the side as both hands, shakily, grasped the lid’s edges. Please don’t be what I think it is. Please don’t be what I think it is! fervently prayed that inner voice, a pleading terror evident in the tone. Immediately, the apple dropped and her complexion paled. The cause for this? Inside the box, neatly folded, was the god of girly dresses; voluminous amounts of dusty rose material, fabric roses in a shade darker, black ribbons and white lace. Taking a horrified step back, Alice went into a reaction similar to one that a person who had just discovered decapitate kitten heads might have. Mother...of frills…! What…. is...this thing?!” gasped out her words, each syllable leaking with shaking terror. Hesitating, the girl grasped the material between her thumb and index fingers, almost as if it would singe her if given full contact, before giving a quick upwards jerk, effectively removing it from the container. Hidden underneath, much to Alice’s dismay, were the heels, a corset, petticoat and bonnet. Mouth now agape with unspeakable shock, Alice peered inside the space before poking at the corset, hand receding with remarkable speed. ”What..is..this torture device?!” pieced together her voice, that terror from before only increasing. Demetri..he did this! whispered her inner voice, narrowed eyes sharply retraining to the address card. Storming forward and snatching it off the bed, Alice took off at a running speed through her door and into the parlor.

”Demetri…!” came her echoing growl of annoyance, eyes latching onto his stature on the main floor, Castiel next to him in conversation. Fists crumpling the paper in rage, the maid stalked over to the banister before promptly mounting it, side saddle, and sliding down it’s length. Jumping off as it’s end approached, Alice stalked over to the conversing vampires, barefeet making a soft padding noise against the flooring. Taking a pause at the ginger’s side, face a mixture between being pissed off and shocked, the maid unfolded the card before holding it up for him to see. ”W..what is t-this, Demetri!? F-..Frills- They were everywhere! Pink, Lacey, Flouncy...R-r-roses! And t..torture devices! I don-don’t even know what it wa-was! Is this your idea of a joke?! Or a p-perverted habit?! You...you can’t expect me..t-to wear that!” fumbled out her words, distressed frustration, anger, shock and embarrassment giving light to the flustered gestures and protests.

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Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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Castiel silently surveyed his brother’s formal attire. It was no surprise to him that Demetri had been able to clean up quite nicely. Castiel on the other hand was not as fashionable or savvy in the art of appearances. To him, it barely mattered, but this was a formal event, meaning he had to put forth effort. He had attempted said effort with his hair, but it merely ended in shambles. In what started as controlled parted locks were now untamable wisps that curled and quivered on his scalp. There was no use trying to maintain a presentable hairstyle, not when his refused to cooperate. He settled for the tousled look, carelessly running his fingers through the feathery gold strands before deeming himself respectable. With his demeanor as strong as ever, Castiel glided over to his sibling’s side. He sampled the various wines as bided, leaving the decision up to his sophisticated palate. As he indulged in alcoholic beverages, Castiel listened to the whimsy in Demetri’s voice. Parties were never Castiel’s cup of tea, but he’d relent and allow one to take place just to hear the happiness in the young vampire’s voice. He gestured to the glass in his hand, “Château Biac will do quite nicely. It’s my personal favorite.” He turned around, waving the kitchen boy off, absently as he placed his wine back on the platter and intertwined his fingers behind his broad back. He glanced down at Demetri, his lip quirking fondly in knowing that tonight’s masquerade would more than likely be going rather smoothly. “Splendid,” he said dully. “I believe I’ve endured enough headaches for one lifetime.” However, his unnoticeable smile quickly vanished at the mention of his maid. Instead his blond brow quirked, studying Demetri’s face for a moment before speaking. It puzzled him why he insisted on calling the help little doves. He found the title rather ridiculous, but he humored his brother nonetheless, “I’ve arranged for a professional to provided her with an array of garments and accessories within the confines of her quarters. I simply don’t have time to contemplate the fashionable presentation of my maid. I chose to leave the decision to her alone. She has much to choose from and what she doesn’t pick will be kept for her and the other maids in the off chance we may host or take part in another formal event.”

His disinterested gaze fell on his fumbling maid, sighing as she straightened the curtains without being asked. He truly admired her dedication, but it was becoming troublesome when she continuously cleaned and moved Castiel’s belongings about. Still, watching her scramble around was both entertaining and dare he say somewhat endearing. “Unfortunately my ‘little dove’ is under the impression that I want her to constantly scrub and polish every aspect of this castle. I don’t understand how I’ve managed to make her think such a thing, but I simply allow her to go about it. Just the other day, I caught her alphabetizing my library and polishing my door knob without my asking. When I inquired that she take the rest of the day in leisure, she insisted I let her finish. I had to threaten her to put the cloth down. She’s a dedicated human, I’ve concluded, but I plan to steer her attention away from work just a tad.” He shot Demetri a flash of a wicked smile before it quickly disappeared.

Just as he composed himself, Castiel’s ears perked at the sound of a rapid heartbeat and stomping feet. That only meant one thing, “I assume your maid is not pleased with her attire, brother.” It nearly made him smirk to see Alice marching towards them as if she were entitled to something. It was cute, to say the least. Like watching a mouse, maliciously approaching two massive lions that could easily turn her skeleton into toothpicks. She watched her splutter, indifference evident in his bright eyes. He nearly rolled his eyes at her, but instead he settled for giving her a bland unblinking stare. “Are you done, love?” he said, monotonously, tilting his head in mild amusement. Oh Demetri really chose a spitfire. The last time he and Alice saw one another, he had promised—not threatened—he’d snap her skinny neck in two if she stepped out of line again. She was teetering on the edge of said line at the moment and Castiel was dying for her cross it, to give him an excuse to make her wish she didn’t complain. It’s been a while since he’s tortured and he had to admit that he had missed the screams and the feeling of blood between his artisan fingers. She just had to take that one step over the edge and she would be his for the spanking…I mean, taking.

Sadly, as his excitement heightened so did his bloodlust. His bright cerulean gaze shifted to a dark menacing grey and his pearly fangs arched in his gums. He quickly inhaled, smelling Alice’s alluring aroma and his mouth watered. He couldn’t feed from her…he couldn’t do it. So, he shot Demetri a quick look, telling him through eye contact that he was in need of sustenance. “It seems in all my planning, I’ve neglected to maintain a healthy regimen,” he bit his bottom lip, revealing one polished fang. “I will be taking my leave, brother. I wish you luck,” he cut his eyes to Alice, giving her a look of apathy. “You’ll need it.” With that, he departed, stuffing his fists in the pockets of his trousers as he coolly walked away. “Pins and needles, Alice,” he quipped, brushing past her and as he did a smirk adorned his pale visage, but it went unseen.

In his exit, Castiel’s hunger clawed at him like a beast being kept in a cage. It was irritating, but he managed to keep himself at bay. The only indication of his carnal need was the swirling vortex of shiver and steel in his hues. He zeroed in on Tanzy, smiling sadistically as he approached her without her knowing of his presence. Swiftly, he was behind her, his slender fingers wrapping around her wrists to cease her idle cleaning. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke from behind, “I need you, Tanzy. Come; let us go somewhere private, shall we?”

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Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago

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Tanzy had just been about to relax for a moment when who else but Alice slid down the railing of the grand staircase. The staircase she had polished herself. Looking on in mortification, the young woman 'eep'-ed and scurried over, cloth in hand. Wasting no time, she bowed her head to the fellow maid and the masters of the house before re-polishing the railing, completely focused on her task.

Getting into a rhythm, Tanzy began to hum softly as she worked, completely unaware of the male behind her, advancing towards her. At the feel of his fingers on her wrists, she let out a soft gasp, dropping the cloth in surprise. She thought she could compose herself before looking too flustered, but such hopes were immediately squashed at the feel of warm breath at her ear; the calm, cool voice of her assigned master.

The result was instantaneous. The blood drained from her face, only to shoot right back up into her cheeks, turning the female a bright cherry red in the face. The maid bit her lip, cursing herself for being so easily startled. Shivers traveled down her spine as Castiel's hot breath tickled her sensitive neck and ear. Did he somehow know those two spots were the most sensitive spots on her?! She bit back a whimper, daring to peek over her shoulder at the male. What could he possibly need in private-?

Seeing the look in his eyes, she recalled the first time she'd seen him look at her that way. It had been a while, and he hadn't drank from her since then. So he was hungry. There was no avoiding it she supposed, but she still was a bit scared of being a meal. Taking a deep breath, she nodded.

"O-Ok. You don't want m-me to finish first?" she murmured, suddenly self-conscious of how close he was.

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Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago

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Castiel held back a smirk as her bright cheeks captured his attention. There it was again; that glorious purity shining through that determination. It was a precious sight, one that he knew he’d never grow tired of. His fingers removed themselves from her wrists moved to place a strand of pink hair behind her ear. “I think the railing could last without you, love.”

He trailed his hand down to hers, grabbing hold of the petite digits; he led her away from the others. She trailed behind him as he walked with purpose and hunger illuminating his eyes. They weaved through an overabundance of corridors until Castiel was sure that they wouldn’t be disturbed.

Swiping his tongue over his lips, Castiel gracefully came to a standstill, slowly turning to face her. In a blink of an eye, he had Tanzy in his grasp; her back pressed against the cobblestone wall and her chin gently being caressed by his thumb and forefinger. Castiel was leering down at her, a look that could be mistaken as lecherous, but was merely feral desire for the crimson essence that was flowing freely through her fragile veins. He could feel her quivering under his touch, causing him to actually smile a tad. “You’re shaking, Tanzy,” he breathed, leaning down to run his bottom lip against her sensitive neck. He found it all so alluring, to say the least; the way she shuddered and breathed. He decided to tease her further, poking out his tongue to taste the pallid crook of between her shoulder and collar. He smirked against her, brushing his fangs there just because he could. He had always enjoyed playing with his food, watching them squirm under his hand before he finally indulged. He took his time with Tanzy, finding her fear and anxiety utterly adorable. He was not opposed to the fear in her ruby orbs; in fact, he urged it on, listening to that pulse beat quicker with each brush of his lips and fangs, feeling her skin grow flustered beneath his artisan fingers. “Heavenly,” he whispered in her ear like a lover, grinning sadistically as he did.

It was all a sick game to Castiel, seeing as it was the only time he actually played games. He found a deep-seated pleasure in it; after all, it was the anticipation that excited him the most when it came down to it. Feeding was all fine and dandy, but it was watching the prey slowly lose their resolve before finally succumbing and craving his sweet bite. He loved it most of all when it was a pure soul under his boot; a soul that has yet to be tarnished by any other man or beast, a soul that could belong to him and him alone. That was what made Castiel so domineering and intimidating. It wasn’t the wealth, the power, or the vampirism, but that need to take what hasn’t been taken and possess what has yet to be possessed.

“Last time I was unable to feed from you properly,” he said, huskily in her ear. “Now, I have you all to myself.” Castiel tilted her chin up more ever so slightly, his eyes on the blue pulsating vein that seemed to call to him. It was like a siren, beckoning him to have a taste the wine of everlasting life. However, despite the amusement Tanzy’s trembling body provided, he wouldn’t be able to hit an accurate angle if he didn’t stand still. He liked toying with her too much to accidentally kill her. No, he’d wait until she failed. Currently, he had to calm her—slightly. “No need to fear, Tanzy,” her name sounded like verbal sin as he said it. “My bite will not induce pain, but pleasure. A pleasure so erotic that you’d be looking forward to our next,” he flicked the shell of her ear with tongue. “Session.”

Without further reassurance, Castiel tugged at the collar of her attire, pulling it down to reveal her milky shoulder and with one more smirk, he descended, biting into her vein with a mixture of a moan and a growl. It was better than he remembered—her blood, so rich and velvety. He almost moaned again. The hand on her chin was now encircling her waist, pulling her flush against his body. He held her like one would a courtesan, finding it rather appropriate for such an intimate transaction. Tanzy’s blood flooded his mouth and he gulped it down with the utmost greed, only pulling away when he thought she was on the verge of fainting. Crimson painted his pale lips and he sensually licked it away like a satisfied predator. He delved back into the fray to lap up the last her essence with languid strokes of his tongue before finally pulling away completely. He breathed heavily, feeling stronger and powerful—a feeling that could only be described as endorphin induced. Biting into his palm, Castiel held it to her lips, “Drink, it will heal you. When you’re done, I want you to go back to your chambers. There will be an abundance of gowns and jewelry awaiting, pick whatever you see fit and then prepare for this evening’s ball. Throughout the night, I insist that your actually enjoy yourself, Tanzy. No cleaning, arranging, or organizing of any sort. Consider this a night off.”

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Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago

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Tanzy was given no time to protest or even think, led away down the corridors of the castle until none of the hustle and bustle for the ball was in the least bit evident. They were far from anyone, and the thought of being utterly alone with Castiel was both embarassing and frightening. Assuming this would be a quick affair, she moved to hold up her wrist when she found herself pushed against the cold stone walls. He had moved so fast she hadn't even realized what was happening, her pulse quickening at the feel of his nimble fingers holding her chin. The young woman opened her mouth to speak, but no words came, too surprised and flustered.

She couldn't tear her gaze from his, the hungry look making her tremble in spite of her vain efforts to remain calm. Was it possible he was hungry enough to drain her completely? The thought did nothing to ease her nerves. Just as she was wondering if he could tell, Castiel's comment answered for her. She figured as much that he'd notice her quivering. But, what surprised her was the smile. Was he actually, possibly...smiling? The expression looked good on him, and she would have commented as such had she not been staring up in trepidation at the vampire.

Where her face had gone pale out of fear, the husky purr of his voice coupled with his choices of words caused Tanzy's face to once more burn a bright rosey red. She didn't think she could blush so hard, but by the time he mentioned her liking the bite, her face felt physically hot to her. His hot breath and his tongue on her skin earned a whimper, shudders snaking like electricity down her spine at each breath, each touch. Dammit, why was she so sensitive?! Tanzy bit her lip, nearly breaking the skin as she tried to calm herself.

"M-M-Master Castiel..." she squeeked timidly, only to gasp as he sank his fangs into her sensitive neck.

While the initial puncture stung, it seemed to only last a second. Tanzy was amazed to find she wasn't feeling pain as expected. She lifted her hands to cling to Castiel's shirt without realizing it. Her legs trembled beneath her, and she bit back a soft whine. What was wrong with her?! Why didn't this hurt? Why was she like putty in his grasp right now? She let out another soft cry as he pulled her closer, holding her to him like a gentleman holding his beloved. Not unlike her fantasies of finding her own 'prince charming' as it went.

As she was released, Tanzy held herself up somehow, leaning against the wall shakily for support. Somehow catching his words, she was brought out of her muddled and fuzzy thoughts upon seeing Castiel bite his palm, offering it to her. Drink his blood? Tanzy looked from the palm to Castiel, a question in her eyes. After a moment of hesitation, she slowly cupped his hand, lifting it to her lips. Her eyes avoided him as her blush came back, the woman swallowing hard in uncertainty. Nevertheless, she gingerly held her tongue out, tentatively accepting the crimson liquid.

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Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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"That little brother of mine, really is full of surprises. I can't believe him, that little-" Angelo paced the piano room with cruel intentions. Of all of the things his lovely younger sibling could have created, he had to make it an event. And not just any event, but a ball. A Ball filled with large amounts of people, which required him to talk, smile, and forcibly be around them. Angelo never did well in large groups of people, he could barely stand meetings, which only consist of his siblings and the humans.

Angelo truly wished to just go hide somewhere, anywhere. So why hasn't he? Well, it isn't like he hasn't tried, but its just Angelo has hidden so many times during these kind of events, that his dearest brothers' have figured out every single little area were Angelo takes joy in stashing himself away in, and seals it off.

He does have other places outside of the castle, but Angelo has already calculated the outcomes of each endeavor. And each ending turns out the same, Demetri or Castiel find him. For example if he would to escape through the back of the castle, while no one was looking, than take off into a run toward the town, it would seem he would be home clear. No. They would most definitely catch him before he could even step out the back door.

It wasn't like Angelo was completely reluctant to attending the ball, since it was obvious he had dressed up. His clothing consisted of a simple tuxedo that contorted and fitted to his form. A single red tie being the only outstanding color, the remainder of his appearance was doffed in a grey shirt, a black jacket, pants, gloves and formalized footwear.

Of course Angelo was naturally tall, but his outfit added even more height to his figure. His mask caused his bright ruby orbs to glow brightly, making them the most noticeable features on his person. There wasn't anything magnificently different about Angelo, nor was his attire outstanding. But the simplicity of his all black mask and choice of clothing gave a very seductive and alluring impression.

Leaning against the open window, the night breeze brushed past Angelo, as he let the light of the moon cover him. Closing his eyes, Angelo glanced over at the music-box beside him. He had brought it with him since he felt stressed and haven't heard its music for a good while. Opening the lovely trinket, a soft melody filled the room. Consuming Angelo in its beautiful sound, drifting his thoughts away even for a second.

Though once the sweet music ended, Angelo's worries surfaced. He felt like all his thoughts would suffocate him, and he needed a way out. Rushing out of the room, he went over his options. He needed a place to hide, or at least a place where no one would look. Walking down the corridors hastily, his thoughts only worsened as he noticed the elegant food and well prepared decorations.

Leaning against a wall, Angelo steadied himself. He was really bad with parties, and it may seem rather ridiculous, and even pitiful. But Angelo felt sick to his stomach. He didn't hate that his little brother was happy, but it was just that Angelo always had bad experiences with balls. Hearing the rambling of his brothers', Angelo looked up with glaring eyes, but a hint of desperation could be found in them. They seemed to be engaged in a conversation, which Angelo didn't really want to enter. Than a thought popped into his head. I could hide there...

Taking off, Angelo paid no attention to anyone, escaping to the one place that no one would think to look for him. Knocking on the door, Angelo waited for it to open. There he was met by a small blonde haired girl, Olivia. Without being invited inside, Angelo entered and seated himself in a chair near the wall. Without a single explanation or word, he let out a sigh. Though his appearance was dazzling, his expression was rather childish.

Angelo noticed that Olivia was already wearing the dress he had chosen for her, and her shoes and mask were set aside. He had to admit the outfit, fit her well. Pushing the thought aside, Angelo glanced into her eyes, the usual lifelessness was replaced with a begging child, asking for comfort. His usual arrogant words filled with no concern and teasing intentions, could no longer be found. And he seemed more earnest,"Let me hide here, please. Just until the guest arrive. I have no where else to go."

This seemed like weird behavior for Angelo, and it may have been, but this was exactly how he got Castiel to do most of the things he desired when they were littler, so you could say it was an old habit. Whenever he was younger, and Angelo wished to play with Castiel, especially when the elder brother would purposely ignore his pleas, Angelo would cast his eyes filled with sorrow towards him, and since it was only during desperate situation, which Angelo used this attack, Castiel most often obliged to his request. But when it came to parties like these, his eyes meant nothing, and Castiel would still make him. So he no longer bothered to plead for his absence. Now his only hope of peace and quiet was Olivia, for the time being anyway.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago

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Castiel watched Tanzy, his everlasting lethargic look shrouding his face. He felt rejuvenated, but that didn’t matter. The game was over, the initial high was dwindling, and Tanzy was once again uninteresting. He gingerly pulled his hand from her lips, wiping away the crimson that decorated her chin and the side of her mouth with his thumb and licked it away, savoring it. Wordlessly, he straightened his posture as he fixed his attire.

“I will see you at the ball, Tanzy. I hope you enjoy the selections I have for you.”

He departed without further preamble, his long stride echoing throughout the corridors. It didn’t take him long to find his way into the parlor. He glanced at the grandfather clock as he strolled over to the couch on the far wall. He lounged on the sofa, slowly closing his eyes, waiting for the night’s festivities to begin.

As he rested, taking this moment in leisure, Castiel was vaguely aware of Anise's presence. He could smell her from his perch, his nose twitching from her intoxicating aroma. He wasn't hungry, but he would have certainly loved to have sampled her. Her sister, not so much. She didn't hold the same type of appeal as Anise, at least, not in Castiel's eyes. He peeked an eye open, allowing the sparkling cerulean to fall on her elegant figure. He was pleased with her selection of dress. Red like warm blood suited her famously.

Castiel mused over this as he closed his eyes once more and basked in the whirlwind of voices that bounced off of the walls. The flurry of octaves was something he found utterly relaxing. He remained silent throughout their encounter, not bothering to give his two cents because he simply did not care to.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago

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As Castiel pulled his hand away, Tanzy dared to glance up, seeing his usual cool, aloof expression back again. Truth be told, she was a bit sad about that. While he had been extremely intimidating not moments ago, it was still something other than a blank, bored look. And that brief snippet of a smile..what she saw was rather nice. She almost wondered if she had imagined it. Swallowing to try and rid her mouth of the taste of blood, she nodded as her employer gave his parting remarks.

"Y-yes sire..." she murmured to his retreating form, letting out a sigh as she watched him go. Despite how frightening and cold he could be, Tanzy found herself suddenly missing his brief company. She shook her head, chiding herself mentally.

Something was officially wrong with her if she was feeling at all at a loss at his departure. That was just stupid, why would that be a bad thing? Or even something to concern herself with? He just drank from her for heaven's sake!

Vaguely wondering if she was losing her mind, Tanzy headed back to her room, flushing now and again as she pictured his hungry gaze and his toying with her. She rubbed her neck gingerly, still surprised it wasn't a painful experience as she imagined.

Upon seeing the spread of gowns and jewelry, the maid gasped, all thoughts of Castiel gone for the moment. She had never worn anything so lovely before, and she was at a loss. Various colored gowns lay before her, and she felt almost overwhelmed. Suddenly, her eyes caught a gown made of various shades of blue. Touching the fabric, she found herself envisioning Castiel's sapphire eyes. Oh this was ridiculous!

She turned to look at the other dresses, but in the end, she put on the blue one. She did like blue, she just didn't have many clothes that happened to be blue. Glancing over to the accessories presented to her, Tanzy once more banished the vampire from her mind, looking at the selection in awe. After a few minutes, she close a simple pair of pear earrings and a single strand of pearls. She inspected the ensemble in the mirror a moment, feeling far prettier than she ever had in her life. She then picked up a mask from the accesories, trying it on before leaving her room.

Once she was ready, Tanzy decended the stairs, glancing around uncertainly until she saw Anise, among a few other residents. Hurrying over to the girl, she beamed at the fellow maid in her lovely dress.

"Anise! You look so pretty! Did you pick it out? It's gorgeous!" Tanzy gushed, admiring the younger female. Touching her silky black hair, Tanzy looked excitedly at the girl. "Can I do your hair for you? It looks so pretty, I want to do it special for the occassion, and I can do your sister as well if she'd like?"
Tanzy didn't even notice Castiel in her excitement and praise of the other maids.

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Demetri listened to his brother intently, nodding his head. It was a bit too tedious for Castiel, considering the vast amount of responsibility laid upon his shoulders. Demetri gave his brother a warm smile, deciding to give him a moment's comfort. He was the eldest, always making sure everyone else was comfortable, he probably forgot he was capable of relying on others with his own problems. His smile morphed into a smirk however, a delighted chuckle following shortly after Castiel's explanation of Tanzy's devotion to keeping all things dirty outside of the home. I may just have to bring in my German Shepherd.. He thought with a twinkle of amusement. He couldn't ever keep that dog out of mud. It had a knack of finding the horrid stuff regardless of rain. He could live in a desert and Benjamin would still find a way to get muddy, "It's adorable, but I understand your annoyance." He shook his head, massaging his temple, "Mine can open a bottle of wine and assort my laundry, but there is little use when it comes to the typical art of being a maid." He shook his head as he thought about Alice. Although endearingly, he still was growing a bit agitated. He was growing hungrier by the hour, but he knew this awkward connection would end the second he introduced his fangs to her flesh. The expression on Castiel's face brought a quirk to the redhead's brow, another smirk adorning his own features. Though this one was different than the first. It was still amused, but this one was far more menacing. He loved good teasing, and although he'd never been on the receiving end, he'd never heard a complaint from the women Castiel decided to 'torment'. Though Demetri wasn't quite sure if his brother's teasing was torture, they all seemed to both enjoy and detest it equally.

”Demetri…!”

“I assume your maid is not pleased with her attire, brother.”

He winced a bit, but snickered as well. Castiel's next statement brought full on laughter to the red head, as he wiped his eyees of tears. shrugging his shoulders at Castiel, "I may or may not have given her an interesting attire." He explained to his blonde accompaniment. He allowed Castiel to speak to Alice, a bit amused as well with the small black haired girl's anxieties, "You mean a corset, love?" He asked, finally addressing her, eyeing his brother. As he thought about his own health, only one word summed up his carelessness, "Likewise."

As he left the two alone, Demetri tilted Alice's chin up with a curled index finger resting under it gently, "If it's too confusing.." He gently cooed, eyeing her petite frame, "I can always assist you with it..." He smirked, pushing a few stray hairs out of the girl's face with his free hand. Emerald orbs gazing down into her own, "I've been told I'm more than proficient at tightening a corset.." He wanted to see her flustered.. bloody, in his arms.. He nearly licked his lips as his thoughts began turning exceedingly lusty. The blood was enticing, as well as the naughty things the bloodlust made his interest curve towards.

His lecherous thoughts were brought to a halt however when Anise's voice broke his concentration on her twin. He removed himself from Alice's personal space, bowing at Anise, finding her attire a bit ironic. [i]You haven't even had a taste yet dear brother and she's already cloaked in red? Careful, else someone might pluck her from your grasp..[i]

He noticed his brother's return out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't wish to be rude, he was becoming swarmed by the girls, although their conversation was towards one another. He eyed Tanzy, the blue suited her well enough..

"Bishop picked it out no doubt.." He answered Tanzy's question, giving Anise zero time to respond, but he continued more politely, "Yes, yes.. all three of you scurry along. Her hair can't be like that with that elegant of a dress. In fact, would you mind assisting my little dove Alice? She hasn't worn a corset before." He gave Tanzy a gentle smile before carefully pushing Alice towards her, "We don't have much time. I trust you can get everyone finished on time, ne?" He then looked around for Angelo and Olivia, not to mention Bishop, and Katerina weren't in attendance either. He'd caught the scent of his little sister and her doting butler, but he wouldn't rest until he had perfect attendance at the ball.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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Demetri slowly slid his emeralds from training on his sandy-haired sibling to human girl, the latter tapping her bare foot against the chilled marble flooring. With a determination glued to her Master, Alice could feel the annoyance slowly build, every ounce of her stature screaming one thing; ‘I-want-an-answer-now’. Unfortunately, much to her dismay, the eldest of the two vampires spoke first, the lightest traces of a smirk evident. “Are you done, love?” floated out his monotonous reply, his head tilting to one side in a mixture of amusement and, perhaps, agitation. Without warning, Castiel’s typically cerulean hues darkened to a gray, two shades inkier than her own...and to say it unnerved Alice wouldn’t have been an understatement. With eyes briefly widening in surprise before narrowing with animosity, the maid protectively crossed her arms over her chest, a faltering half-step towards Demetri given. And here I was, content thinking they were actually human…. trailed off her echoing inner muse, a shudder and spike of fear raking her small frame at the sight of the vampire’s fangs protruding from his gums. Rapidly tearing his focus away from the raven-haired twin, that monstrous mask vanished from Castiel, his attention now honing in on the other occupant of the conversation. “It seems in all my planning, I’ve neglected to maintain a healthy regimen, I will be taking my leave, brother. mused his reply, a fang nonchalantly sinking into his bottom lip. At it’s full appearance, that spiked of fear ever-so-slightly increased, that worried gaze now flitting over to the bustling Tanzy. I guess I can assume what he means by “healthy regimen”.... god, I just hope she can take it.. Interrupting her thoughts, the sibling continued to prattle on, orbs more of that unobtainable blue and less of that menacing dull colour. ”I wish you luck,” were his next words that incited a quirked eyebrow. Oh my...does Castiel actually possess a shred of compassion and sympathy? Well..maybe he isn't that bad of a gu- “You’ll need it.” shattered that previous thought, a soft growl of agitation being her response. Scratch that…he’s still the same. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Alice ended up trailing his moving figure with her spiteful eyes, expecting him to leave in haste.. however, the eldest sibling wasn’t quite done with tormenting the maid. “Pins and needles, Alice,” was his quiet quipp, eyes instinctively turning to slits at the choice of words. ”Noted...so go run along and find some way to make your outfit even more flamboyant than it already is..not like you are screaming your secret want for attention or anything, strutting around like that.” was the twin’s own soft hiss, a sigh of relief given when he fully disappeared. However, his presence wasn’t fully erased… his words had, somehow, etched their way into her memory.

Flickering her masked scrutiny over to Demetri, Alice couldn’t help but lightly gnaw at the insides of her right cheek, mentally taking note of how tired and strained the vampire actually looked. Is it because.. of that thing he said earlier? Of not eating for as long as he has..? mused her conscious, the slightest twinge of remorse colouring the tone. It wasn’t like she wanted to be fed from..but.. she was never the type to feel joy or excitement in causing others to suffer. "You mean a corset, love? Likewise." was his choice of words, Alice cringing as the latter part confirmed her suspicions.

However, that newly-born sense of regret was immediately banished as Demetri made his move, curled finger gently lifting her face heavenward. "If it's too confusing.. I can always assist you with it..." cooed his voice, jewel of eyes scanning her doll-esque stature. Her eyes widened in surprise, the reaction one that Demetri probably aimed for; flustered embarrassment. Fighting off that rose surely colouring her cheeks, a wave of being powerless washed over Alice was his gaze honed in on hers. "I've been told I'm more than proficient at tightening a corset.." accompanying the words, the vampire brushed away a few unruly strands of hair away from her face.

Thankfully, her sister’s voice broke the stilled trance that the twin was put into, her body reacting in the typical way; ducking away from him before sending a feral growl, a bite at the air occurring. Crossing her arms, embarrassment still flushing her skin, the girl snapped out. "N-no thank you..you pervert! See, if you hadn’t p-put that alien contraption in there, we wouldn’t have this problem!” fumed her initial tone before adding, ”And.. don’t make me bite you! Who is suppose to be the vampire here?!” Spinning on her exposed heels, Alice couldn’t up but have her expression go into one of shock, admiration for her sister’s beauty overwhelming her. Edging away from Demetri, the eldest lightly plucked at the flowy material, a secret smile spreading onto her lips. ”My..you look gorgeous as always, Ani. So elegant… You know, the reason why you were always the princess whenever we played make-believe makes sense now.” fondly gushed the sister, the usage of her twin’s nickname being used. Indeed, crimson looks beautiful on her….but...it’s such an odd choice… assessed her inner voice, her twin’s prattling questions yanking her back to reality.

Jabbing a thumb over her shoulder at the culprit, Alice venomously hissed out with a frown. ”Because, that man decided to give me more of a hideous mass of fabric rather than something wearable! And, darling sister, you always know I’m the embodiment of being ‘proper’”~ floated out her reply, a mock British accent accompanying the light-hearted latter half. Giving a mock courtesy, a titled smirk replaced those downturned corners of her mouth as Tanzy joined, a similar reaction to the one she had earlier being projected by the pink-haired girl. "Yes, yes.. all three of you scurry along. Her hair can't be like that with that elegant of a dress. In fact, would you mind assisting my little dove Alice? She hasn't worn a corset before." commanded Demetri’s tone, shattering the happy little moment the girls had shared. Sending him another growl of exasperation, the raven-haired girl merely bit out before disappearing with the others. ”’Little dove’ my ass..more like a cobra.”

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Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago Character Portrait: Katerina Rosario

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As Mirabelle snuck through the rooms, her eyes caught the white haired girl who sat alone. She looked so small compared to the grand staircase. In the past couple of days, the vampire had grown accustomed to the female, finding her interesting – and the fact that she was so willing to give up her blood helped. A soft gust of breath made its way past Mira’s lips in a gentle sigh before she ascended the stair case and sat herself beside the human. She wondered where Shuu had gone off to and why he was taking so long. He needed to hurry back so that he could take care of what she’d done before anyone else found out. Thankfully she remembered to lock the door this time as she flinched from past memories of shrieks of horror and a rising number of corpse.




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Katerina shifted uncomfortably as her ears grew hot in embarrassment. Needless to say, the pleasure that they spoke of when they fed wasn’t a lie. Katerina was still fully devoted to these creatures, and she was planning on using Mirabelle to do it. Mira seemed so helpless when she first arrived. Like a child looking for approval – so Kat took her chance. This was the reason that she was currently extending her sore wrist out to the female now. ”You look beautiful.” She said with a smile that she didn’t quite feel. Kat was still a little confused about all that went on just a few moments ago.



Long, pale fingers wrapped around her wrist as a frown overcame her features. Mirabelle stroked her thumb over the female’s delicate frame, delighting in the way she could feel Katerina’s blood pulse against her flesh, just beckoning for another taste. ”I wish you would drink for me. It’ll take the pain away, I promise.” Mira whispered to her as she brought Katerina’s wrist to her lips. The tip of her nose brushed the human’s palm and both of them shivered.

”Not even a little bit?” Katerina taunted, her lips close to the blonde’s ear - so close that Mirabelle could feel her breath. There was nothing the vampire could do to stop herself from tilting her head into the girl, using her cheek against Katerina’s to push her head to the side only to force her to show her neck. It was almost a lover’s nuzzle until Mirabelle had Katerina around the neck, nails digging into the human flesh. ”You’re not going to last very long if you forget that anyone of us can kill you without a thought of remorse.” Mirabelle growled lowly, a smirk gracing her pale lips as she could fell Kat’s body tense. Her hand went from Kat’s neck to behind her head to grab a hold of the white silky strands where a harsh yank was administered to show the human’s throat. ”It won’t take long before letting me feed from you is all that you can think about. Before nothing is good enough except the pleasure that I decide you can have.” Mirabelle’s voice got deeper as her eyes got darker.



Katerina didn’t move, didn’t dare to breathe as she was held still. Her eyes closed and she swallowed hard, too afraid to move and fight against the supernatural being, knowing that it would only end in a losing battle. Katerina didn’t know the truth of Belle’s words – not yet. She could feel her lungs burn, but it was only when Mirabelle released her that she dared to breathe. ”Now come, darling. We have guests to greet and I’d like to see my brothers. Kat obeyed and got up where she made her way to the grand room on her own time, watching Mirabelle descend much more quickly.



”Cassie!” She called as she ran over to him, her hand reaching out to disturb his resting frame. She waited for him to glance at her before she spun around with a childish giggle to show him what she was wearing, looking for her eldest brother’s approval. ”Don’t I look like mother?” Mirabelle asked in a tone that showed pride. She always wanted to be like their mother as a child, even now. Before she would let him answer, she leaned in real close and wrinkled her nose. ”And you have to dance with me this time… I promise I’ll try not to step on your toes.”


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He smiled with a brilliance that could never be replicated. The utter joy in his big azure eyes was something that would soon be drained from his entire being with age. However, at the moment, Castiel wasn’t fretting; there were no toils in the manner in which he looked up at his mother and father. His heart was drumming in his chest as he jumped up and down on his little feet. He was simply filled with the childish glee that all children were meant to bask in, and as he was told by his father to close his twinkling orbs, he obeyed eagerly, snapping his cream colored lids shut and smiling so hard that his cheeks were aching and his missing tooth was visible.

This was a simpler time; a time when exploring was his job and laughter was worth its weight in gold. This was a time when Castiel was at his happiest. There were no responsibility hanging over his head and the most he had to worry about was getting caught stealing excess treats before dinner.

Castiel peeked open a blue eye, his gaze falling on his mother’s round, pregnant belly. He grinned wider than before at the sight. His mother had explained to him months ago that his new sibling was baking in there like a tart, and when he or she came out he was obligated to help nurture the child and teach them everything he knew. Castiel had promised that he would love his new brother—he had always wanted a younger brother—with everything he could muster. He’d teach him how to play Kings and Knights, share all his favorite hiding places, and show him how to pick out all the shapes amongst the stars. He was going to be the best elder brother he could be. His mother even asked him what he wanted to name the baby if it was a boy as Castiel twirled her soft tendrils around in his small fingers. “I can name him, mama?” She nodded, placing a soft kiss on his peachy cheek and smoothing out his unruly mane. “Angelo! I want him to be like the knight in my book. I want him to become brave and strong and smart just like Angelo.” His mother nuzzled his hair lovingly, bouncing him on her knee and caressing his head against her bosom. “I think Angelo is a wonderful name, Cassie. And because you will be there for him, I have no doubt that he will be just as brave, strong, and smart as the character in your book.”

ImageNow, today was Castiel’s birthday and the young lad was bouncing with excitement. He closed his eye again, beaming up at the two adults before him. “You got me a present? May I look now, please, mama?”

“Yes, Cassie. Open your eyes.” His lids fluttered open, attention immediately falling on the small puppy wagging his tail in his father’s palms.

“A pup!” Castiel cried out in glee as his father gingerly placed the happy beast into his tiny hands. “I love him! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” His parents chuckled at their son’s joyous reaction; his father wrapping an arm lovingly around his wife’s waist, rubbing her bloated belly with the utmost adoration. She leaned into him, content with the way things were playing out.

“You have to name him, son,” his father said, tilting his head, much like Castiel usually does when amusement strikes him.

The pup licked Castiel’s cheek, causing the little human to giggled and nuzzle him. “His name will be Sebastian. My Sebastian, and I will love him just like I will love Angelo. Because he’s a member of this family now and family is all that matters.” He scratched behind Sebastian’s left ear, still grinning up at his parents. They beamed down at him.

“Never forget that, Castiel. Family is forever. No matter what occurs, we protect our own,” said his father.

Castiel nodded, “Family is forever.”

“Excellent,” the elder man replied with a pat of his son’s golden head. “Now, how about you and Sebastian play in the field.”

With that, Castiel placed his new companion onto the grass and began running with Sebastian hot on his trail.





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He was doing it again—dreaming without sleeping, replaying moments in time that made him feel as if there was hope in the world, but as Mira’s voice called out to him, he instantly snapped back into reality, not feeling rested, but mournful. He missed that day and age; it was an era for the careless and naïve and he loved to revel in it, to pretend that he was back in that field with Sebastian licking at his ankles and nestling against his neck in admiration. Oh, how he missed living and breathing—being human. Unfortunately, that was the past and he’d never be able to see his mother’s radiant appearance or hear his father’s baritone voice booming around him. He’d only see them in his “dreams,” but never feel them. He grew bitter in seconds, disappointed that his happy memory will forever remain nothing more than a memory.

His cerulean gaze zeroed in on his sister, staring at her blankly, resenting her a tad for ruining his temporary bliss. He watched her twirl and a large lump formed in his throat. She did look just like their mother, from the fair-hair to the oceanic eyes. For a second, he could have sworn it wasn’t Mira anymore, but their mother twirling his younger-self like she used to. He blinked three times, nearly flabbergasted from the sight before finally seeing Mira as herself again. He leaned away from her as she inclined, feeling completely uncomfortable. He refused to look her in the eye, afraid to see their mother staring back at him again. “If that’s what you want, sister,” he said, distantly. Since her arrival, Castiel had been having difficulty fully accepting her into their family. He’d been avoiding her, dodging her whenever she attempted to speak to him and on the off-chance that she cornered him, he’d never look directly into her eyes and would give her forced polite replies; he kept it short and sweet, then practically fled the first chance he got. It wasn’t that he disliked Mira or hated her…it was just that she was a painful reminder of what he could never forget and never wanted to remember. Whenever he looked at her, he either saw their mother smiling at him or a younger version of her scolding him for not stepping up and saving her when he knew damn well he could have. She was a symbol of what he could never have and could never fix. “I will dance with you…” It was barely convincing. He stood up with his posture as erect and dignified as ever, his eyes shifting to the grandfather clock—finding any reason not to look at her. “The ball is going to begin rather soon,” he said, curtly. “You should show Demetri how beautiful you look…he’s far more capable of appreciating your apparel than I ever could. I’m simply not one for fashion.”

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Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago

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ImageMirabelle’s breathing faltered as her gaze turned into a stare. Even when she attempted to make it so that she would give him nothing other than her to look at, he still found some way to brush her off – to leave her. Every time he did so, he broke her heart. Mirabelle was ready to bite her tongue, return the friendly smile saved for acquaintances, and leave him for the rest of the night but she couldn’t. When he stood to put more distance between the two, it was when she lost it.

“Damn it, Cassie. Look at me!” She snapped, a cuss word leaving her innocent lips for the first time in a hushed tone to keep it between the two of them. She lifted her hand and struck her palm against his chest, enough to push his shoulder back the slightest bit had he not expected it. Mirabelle was desperate. ”I don’t know what it is that keeps you from me, but I’m tired of it. I can’t give you some smile that I don’t feel and pretend as if everything is okay. You can’t call be beautiful if you won’t even look at me. I don’t like to be lied to.” Her delicate hands grew tense at her sides where her fingers curled into her palms, heavy breathing leaving in huffs through her nose which wrinkled in anger.

It was when she could feel the stinging sensations of tears threatening to spill when she calmed herself, taking her turn to glance away from him this time. Mirabelle inhaled deeply before she once more searched his face, longing to see his eyes which would have been the only thing to give him away. ”I don’t blame you. We both need to move on.” Mira’s tone was a quiet whisper, her voice breaking. She still struggled with the new nightmares that dared to haunt her, and the only way she was going to move on was to let it go. With her brother, she could. Her eyes scanned over his face, only hoping that he would make eye contact with her - just once, and then she would be happy. Just give me some sign that you still care. Something.. please. She pleaded. For a long time, Castiel was the most important person in her life. Sure, she loved every one of her brothers and her family meant everything to her, but it always had been Cas that soothed her and nothing could replace that.

”I want your word that you’ll save me a dance. I don’t care if it’s when everyone is gone and the music has ended. I don’t care if the sun is polluting the sky and everyone has gone to sleep. One dance, and then I will leave you be.” There was promise in her voice, a calmness that chilled her. If Castiel didn’t want to see her, then she wouldn’t make it hard for him but she would have given anything to have her brother back. The little girl in her longed to feel him comfort her in the middle of the night, to see him smile in his attempts to make her feel better. Even if she couldn’t see his face, she just knew.

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Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago Character Portrait: Shuu Tsubaki

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"Shuu, come here my boy." His Master was laying on the couch, he had just woken up from his afternoon nap. He had an old book laying across his chest. His long brown wavy thin hair feel down from his shoulders and to the side of him, his face had a clean cut and his deep dark eyes had a look of mystery within in them.

Peeking through the door he quickly came inside once his Master said to. He had come to check and see if he was awake yet and what he wanted to eat tonight. Lately things have been wrong with the Mater, lately he had become more weaker and started to sleep longer. But for some reason he never told Shuu why. He wasn't sure if he understood what was happening to his Master and it scared him.

"Shuu." He took Shuu's hand and jerked him into his chest, taking a hold of his face. The Masters eyes turned into a painful sorrow look. He had brought Shuu's face so close that he could feel the warmth flowing off his Master's face. He had looked him dead into the eyes. Unsure of what was going on, he touched his Master's hand that held his face. Something did tell him that somehow this was the end. "I have turned into one of them, my boy. But I have not excepted it." He brought his head closer and kisses his forehead., hugging Shuu closer to him, he laid him on his chest, stroking his short white hair. "You have become a grown man and so fast, I trained you tell and I know you will be safe from this world. You will not be harmed by the fait of vampirism. You will live a long but short life, just like you were meant to...." His next words were in a whisper. He whispered a secret into Shuu's ear about who he really was.



Shaking off his old memory, he looked away from the outside and started to walk to were he heard his Ladies voice come from. She was a bit loud. He was already, he wore the mask that was given to him by the Lady. And an outfit that his Master had bought for him in the past, it was meant for gatherings such as balls and get together. They were not cheap clothing either and he wore them very properly.

When he walked into the room, His Lady and Castiel were in a bit of a quarrel. She wanted him to dance with her, but he could tell the look of exhaustion was on his face, he wasn't really into the conversation, but he didn't ignore her either.

Shuu tilted his head down so that he wouldn't stare at anyone, but he stood properly near the door, just like a butler would. He reached up to comb out his bangs that covered his eye, the visible eye that had show, narrowed a bit. He was still trying to push back that memory, but wondered why of all times would that secret appear. At this rate, he wasn't even sure if he was up for attending this thing, but he had to, he was the Butler after all and his Lady did give him the invite to go by giving the mask. So really he had no choice.

He stood there quietly, not helping but listening to them talk, as he waited to be told what to do next.

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Castiel’s gaze didn’t falter from the grandfather clock as Mira’s profanity slapped him in the face and her petite hand shoved his shoulder. The eldest Santiago’s stoic visage seemed even colder underneath the marble mask. He stood still; a statue in both face and body. Throughout Mira’s spiel, Castiel’s jaw tensed; his head rigid, and his entire being radiating bitterness in violent waves and although his frustration was not expressed through his facial expressions, but in his aura. The room just seemed colder the longer Castiel listened to Mira. He couldn’t just move on. He knew he should, but he just…just couldn’t do it. God knows he wanted to.

He tore his eyes from the clock and moved them to the floor. He tried to look at her, to force his ocean blues to meet hers, but he couldn’t do it. He was afraid. He didn’t want to be, but with Mira here, his past was staring him in the face and he hated it, hated feeling trapped and guilty.

“I can’t move on,” he said, slowly in a low and almost menacing tone as he took off his mask, allowing her to see him fully. “You have been gone for over a hundred years, Mirabelle…a hundred years. It felt so much longer to me. I was convinced that you were a decomposing corpse and it killed me when I couldn’t find you. It took over sixty years for me to mourn your loss and assent the fact that you were dead. Now that you’ve returned, you expect me to accept it within the span of two weeks after feeling so guilty for so long? I need time. Time and space…grant me that much. You can have your bloody dance; I care not, but understand this.” He finally looked at her, his cold gaze softening just a tad. “I am not the young lad that you used to know, anymore, Mirabelle, I have changed a great deal and so has our relationship. The sooner you comprehend that, the easier your stay here will be for the both of us.”

Castiel backed away a bit more, “Apropos, the gown does look flattering on you.” He pulled his mask back onto his face, looking more intimidating than intended before he departed, meandering over to Demetri and brushing past him, but not before quickly whispering in his ear, “Try to entertain our sister, won’t you? I need to establish some distance between her and I.” He made his way to the exit to leave the parlor, making a beeline for his study. “Send for me when the ball has begun, Tanzy and not a minute before. I shall be in my study.” And then he was gone.

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Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago Character Portrait: Shuu Tsubaki

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ImageMirabelle’s body grew rigid and her breathing stopped. She held her breath to keep herself composed as he finally spoke to her. She should have been happy that he finally opened to her, but she wanted to scream at his words, cursing the day that no one could have saved her. She pulled her shoulders back and held herself together, much like she did when father would scold her for something she did wrong.

It was only when he took his mask off that she moved, pushing her own up her face to rest on top of her head, removing small, curled blonde strays from her face. Her eyes grew glassy and she stayed silent as he spoke. Slender arms wrapped around the front of her as her hands rubbed her arms as if she were trying to stay warm, but all she was doing was trying to keep herself together. She knew that her disappearance had to be hard on her family, but she had no idea that Castiel had taken it the way that he did. If only she could have gotten away sooner, maybe then things would be different.

It was when he finally looked at her that she felt her entire being shatter. Her entire body shook with raw emotion. Mira was struggling to hold her composure in front of her brother, struggling to keep the appearance of being strong but all she wanted to do was scream out from the force of it. Without a word from her, she watched him turn and leave. It was then she blinked and the tears raced down her cheeks, her body falling into the couch. She looked up as she watched him disappear.

” Te amo, querido hermano.”I love you, dear brother. She whispered after him as she brought the back of her hand up to clean her face, sniffling in the gentlest of manners. She could feel Shuu’s presence, so she pulled the mask back to her face to hide her features, brushing at a few strands of hair to fix them.

”There’s a body in the closet by the kitchen..” She said casually, lifting her gown the slightest bit to remove the key from the stockings that came to her knees. Her voice was empty, her being defeated. ”It’s a grown woman, so if you can’t handle the weight, I’ll do it. Just dump her outside at the edge of the forest. I’m sure the wolves would get her.” She held her hand out flat, the key in her palm. She didn’t look at him, instead she looked to the clock that Castiel had studied. She didn’t feel much like a party any longer, but she would force herself to have somewhat of a good time for the rest of her family.

Mirabelle finally looked over at him and smiled the slightest of smiles to see that he was wearing the mask that she picked out. "You look lovely." Mirabelle said with sincerity. He was rather handsome for a human, and yet he didn't seem to understand that he really wasn't there for his skills as a butler, but to be at her beck and call when ever she needed blood and couldn't go into town to find it. She could feel him tense as her caress, and back away at her closeness so she merely waited for the time that he would grow comfortable. She really didn't want to kill him.

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the conversation took a turn on Cas and he could that him leaving was probably for the better. Once Cas passed by him he bowed his head with his eyes closed, stepping out of the way of the door.

”There’s a body in the closet by the kitchen..” She said casually, lifting her gown the slightest bit to remove the key from the stockings that came to her knees. Her voice was empty, her being defeated. ”It’s a grown woman, so if you can’t handle the weight, I’ll do it. Just dump her outside at the edge of the forest. I’m sure the wolves would get her.” She held her hand out flat, the key in her palm.

"Yes My Lady." He bowed his head taking the head in his hand. It's probably been a while since he got to see the wolves. Already on his first day the wolves liked him, they acted like house pets to him. He found it a bit odd for wild animals to do that. Specially wolves. He had no problem with the orders he was given, a womans body was nothing in weight for him to carry outside.

"You look lovely." Mirabelle said with sincerity.

"Yes Thank you, but you shall excuse me." He placed his hand over his chest, the one that held the key and left the room, not to long after Cas did. Leaving Mirabelle to talk to the others. He was given orders, it was great timing, he didn't want to be in the room with the rest of them anyways. It felt overcrowded and tense.

He looked at the key as he started to walk down the hall and to the locked kitchen. You could smell the body already and the blood that has been spilt. most likely it was another maid. "So this is what you meant in the letter." The letter that he got from Mira's brother warned him about the bodies he would have to take care, and that having him there would be of a lot of help, seeing as Shuu wont be killed easily by them, least not by blood loss.

He looked up at the tall door with the key in the lock. The house was huge, it felt empty even with alot of people inside it. The sound of the opening doors echoed through the place, you could even hear the sound of them being closed behind him. It wasn't hard to find the body and in fact it weight lightly, once the blood was drained from the poor maid. He looked at the maid's face, she seemed like she saw a ghost and had her life taken from her. It was the cost of working with vampires, she should have known that her own life was in danger. Shuu didn't fear the thought of death, he didn't welcome it either, but he expected it. Everyone dies sometime in the future and if this was how he was going to die, if this was how, he would just go with it. Even if he could stop it, I am sure when it came down to it it, to him it wouldn't matter.

As he carried the body outside the sound of the clock started to make it's tole. He paused to look at the place from outside and then kept walking once the clock stopped. The sound of the wolves came rushing in and the circled around Shuu. "Bone appetite. Just make sure even the bones are gone alright?" He patted the wolves heads just before leaving and setting the body down for them to take off with it.

He paused by the door and watched as the wolves fought over the body, taking it away into the woods. He felt bad for the woman, but that is how it is in this world. Some people just got the unlucky end of the stick. He closed his eyes and shut the door, leaning his forehead against the cold wood of it. It felt nice and relaxing, and it made his headache settle down a bit.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago Character Portrait: Katerina Rosario

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ImageAware of Castiel's gaze, Anise shifted in her heels, adjusting her mask on her face and tying it. Even though her hair wasn't prepared, she just felt more comfortable behind the mask. It was like a security blanket of some sort. She spun on her heels at the sound of Tanzy's voice, smiling to the light haired girl. Anise's smile was warm and bubbly, compared to her previous anxious one she'd delivered to Demetri and her twin. Outnumbering the men felt a little empowering, despite how insignificant their growth in numbers actually meant in a statistical sense. Why is he looking at me at all..? She asked herself, becoming mentally unhinged by his gaze.

Amethyst eyes gazed upon her dress, admiration adorning her orbs as she grew excited for the dance as well, "You look absolutely wonderful Tanzy..." She replied breathlessly, turning her head to Demetri as he answered Tanzy's question for her. Well that was a little rude.. She thought to herself, but shrugged it off. It wasn't incorrect. She had no choice in the matter as far as the dress went, "Yeah.. Bishop pic- I mean.." She rubbed the back of her neck, unsure if she was supposed to use his preferred title in his absence. She stood there fumbling for a minute, but decided against correcting herself this time. She doubted she'd be caught anyhow. Bishop wasn't anywhere in sight. He was enigmatic in that sense. She hardly ever knew his location despite the fact he was her master.

She nodded her head at the mention of hair, "That would be lovely.." She added, her cheeks beginning to match the shade of her dress. She'd never met an occasion where she had to arrange her hair, so Anise was clueless as how to even approach decorating it for the ball, "I'm clueless at that sort of thing.." As she began to go on about Alice's, Anise couldn't help but laugh, covering her mouth with a gloved hand, "If you can convince her to allow you, be my guest!" She added, for a moment genuinely happy, as if she were a guest instead of a prisoner in Castillo de la Muerte. The smile soon faded unfortunately as she noticed Castiel practically storm toward Demetri.

She noticed the time as she tried to avoid giving him notable recognition, "We should hurry, we don't have much time. Perhaps twenty minutes total before guests arrive.. Thirty for the fashionably late.." She told Tanzy, about to grab her hand, but she failed in ignoring Castiel, her eyes glancing to the blonde. She convinced herself it was merely due to the fact he stood only a foot or two away from Alice, Tanzy and her conversation. It was true that she couldn't help but enter defensive mode, considering his threat's on the eldest twin's life, but her gaze wasn't entirely selfless either. Her righteous intents were accompanied with minor, but underlying interest. Her gaze was locked on him for a moment as she silently appreciated his choice in attire, but also scolded herself. That mask.. it's.. scarily appealing on him.. Get yourself together Anise.. He's not good for you.. why are you doing this to yourself!? He's arguably the cruelest man of Castillo, Bishop aside.

Literally ripping her attention away to avoid accusations of eavesdropping, Anise shook her head quickly before she reach for Alice's hand as well, "We haven't a choice. If they want us to dance, we dance. If they want to feed.. then we have to accept that.. We don't have any other options. We're the weaker race. We haven't any leverage at our disposal.." She whispered, unsure if the men could hear her or not, but she decided to drag Alice along, but she walked away with compliance, at least for now... Castiel seemed to have departed as well, though it was a relief to her. Something about his presence made her skin crawl. She ushered for Tanzy to follow, realizing she wasn't likely to argue. She wanted to arrange their hair after all and she was far more practical. She felt the same way as Alice. Though Anise's hatred toward her situation wasn't to be mistaken, she just realized that if Alice wasn't shushed now and then that Castiel or one of the other vampires would rip her throat out. She merely wished to protect her elder sister from destruction. She noticed a blonde woman accompanied by a white haired male, human she assumed by his attire and posture, but she wasn't sure anymore.. Who is she...? She's definitely a vampire.. look at how doll-like she is.. She's beautiful.. She'd seen the two around before, but no one bothered to fill her in on their identities and she wasn't the type of girl to pry if it didn't concern herself. I guess if it's important someone will tell me eventually.. She noticed a white haired girl as well, whom she'd witnessed shadowing Angelo along with Olivia, "Hey... Kat? Right? Care to join us...? We're doing some last minute freshening up..." She hesitated, not quite familiar with Kat's name yet. She was a new recruit, so the black haired girl wanted to make her welcome. Their alliance as maids was the only thing keeping her sane, she assumed this girl had to be scared as well..

"Yes, but unless you've got a bright idea of how to rid our Vampire problem, we're stuck obeying them Alice.." She replied exhausted. She couldn't believe the words crossing her lips, in this home it was comparable to treason, but she was too tired to filter her tongue in the presence exclusively of humans. She was honestly starting to scare herself. Would I really not care if they died..? They aren't human..but... they used to be...right?

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Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago

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Image“Try to entertain our sister, won’t you? I need to establish some distance between her and I.”

Demetri nodded to Castiel, giving his shoulder a gentle reassuring squeeze before passing him, "But of course. I'll handle our little nightingale." He whispered back to his brother. The maids, Shuu, and Castiel all departed, leaving him in only Mira and Kat's company if she decided to ignore Anise's offer. He did wish to become better aqquainted, but that could happen any time tonight. Tonight they all were equals. The masks hid all prior insignificant facts. Wealth, human, vampire.. None of that mattered tonight. Not that anyone else seemed to care about what this party symbolized. Demetri loved the idea of equality, he just wished his brothers, sister, and the help were as enthusiastic. He knew everyone in Castillo held a tragic story, no one held a perfect life.. but he wished that everything could be set aside for a single night of fun.

He understood Castiel's anguish. If it was Bishop in Mira's shoes, Demetri would have lost his wits in a matter of seconds. As children Mira and Castiel were almost as inseparable as Bishop and himself. She possibly didn't understand the eldest's pain, but Demetri noted it quite clearly. As he approached Mira, the man's eyes softened, "Sister.. Deary.." He whispered in awe, "Eres muy hermosa.." He spoke to her in Spanish, knowing she knew his meaning. You are very beautiful..

He brushed stray strands of hair behind her ear, "Please excuse Castiel, we are still adjusting to your return..some better than others I suppose.." He smiled weakly, remembering his own grief. His entire room was remodeled after he accepted Mira as dead. He'd broken nearly anything his hands could reach. "I know it doesn't hold the same effect.. but I know if father were still alive he'd simply fawn over you. He'd flog your poor butler with a stick for even glancing at you." He added, a light chuckle in his tone. We aren't all survivors like you dear Mira, some of us are scraping by merely with existence.

"Where'd he run off to anyhow? We can't have his suit getting dirty.. The ball starts in less than twenty minutes. " He explained, before frowning. Demetri hated being avoided more than anything ever since childhood, he certainly wasn't capable of handling it well with age either, "Have you seen Bishop, Olivia, and Angelo by the way? I do believe they're all avoiding me.." He mumbled childishly. Then his eyebrow quirked, remembering a bit of information he mentally noted to bring up. Sure he was distracting her for Castiel, but he had a bit of genuine reason to pester his sister as well, "Castiel gets a dance, does that mean I get one too?" He winked playfully at his sister. He brushed his own hair back, growing quite irritated with his choice of fashion. Is it going to behave this way the entire night? I'm going to have enough trouble keeping Angelo in attendance, I haven't the time for war with my hair.. The mask did little to hold his layered hair in place much to his annoyance. His mind returned to the girls, feeling slightly more tortured and poetic as he allowed himself to feel guilt.

You're our prisoners...yet I'm the one who feels imprisoned today.. My best efforts to make everyone happy always seem to be thwarted.. and despite how perfect today's events are falling into place.. I cannot help but feel a knot in my stomach as if something horrible is about to happen...

"Sister, please remain inside the castle tonight.. don't leave for anything, do you understand..? If you promise me nothing else, promise me this.." His hands were gently caressing her shoulders as he pleaded, "I have a unnerving feeling that something horrible could happen tonight if we aren't careful.." He never was one to keep up with that sort of thing, but had he paid attention he would have realized why his nerves were on edge. The full moon was approaching. Within the days preceding a full moon, werewolves receive a taste of what is to come. Whilst still in their human form, they get a taste of their beast-like power. Their senses increase, speed, strength, everything becomes heightened to ridiculous levels. Albeit a vampire would win a fight with a werewolf one-on-one... a mere bite would slowly finish off the vampire as well. Avoiding harm was crucial. Only a werewolf could cure the bite of another werewolf. Seeing as they are natural enemies, it wasn't a common occurrence for a vampire to receive antidote. Though how could Demetri possibly know that tonight would mark a civil war between Spain's vampires and werewolf population? He was a vampire, not a psychic. His only clue was the sickening feeling in his stomach. Though he mostly blew it off as hunger.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago Character Portrait: Katerina Rosario

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Tanzy smiled at Anise and her sister, only looking alarmed when Alice snaapped at her respective brother. Despite his tolerance of Alice, Tanzy didn't want the younger female to get herself hurt. The young woman quickly ushered the twins towards her, nodding at the 'request' from Demetri. "Y-yes master Demetri. I'll help them with the finishing touches..." she answered as was proper, eyeing him out of the corner of her eye with a wariness and uncertainty she felt when around him.

The atmosphere felt tense as Castiel spoke with his sister, Tanzy trying not to listen, but catching more than she probably should have. She made no comment, simply trying to focus on her fellow maids, her attention drawn to Anise's gaze on Castiel. Tanzy's eyes followed Castiel as he left the room, giing her instructions to fetch him for the ball as he did so. Even as he left and surely wouldn't be paying attention to hear her, she answered him anyway as she always did. "Yes sire...as you wish master Castiel." she felt her cheeks heat up, the memory from earlier replaying itself in spite of her efforts to squash it into the recesses of her mind. She held her neck where the bite was, leading the girls to her room. She didn't pay much mind to the newest maid, having almost no contact with her so far. Probably because Tanzy was too busy being compulsive and tidying things to notice.

As they reached her room, Tanzy took advantage of the many accessories provided for her perusal and possible selection, putting the unchosen dresses aside almost sheepishly. She had neglected to hang them up yet! A first.

"Anise, should we start with you?" Tanzy offered, urging the girl to sit down on a vanity stool.

Working dilligently, Tanzy hummed as usual, finally presenting Anise and Alice with their hair.
"How do you like it? Want me to change anything?" she asked, fully willing to redo the whole style should they but say the word. She smiled at them, giving them a handheld mirror to hold and reflect in the vanity mirror.

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Character Portrait: Olivia Miller Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago

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"the dress...", he knew what she was trying the ask. But he really didn't feel like answering, he definitely didn't want her to think he picked it out specially for her, even though he did. "Will there be many others tonight?" she bit her lip waiting anxiously for him to answer. The way she tried to hide her thoughts, made Angelo smirk, "Maybe...Maybe not. I honestly never pay attention to who enters the party. But don't worry, just enjoy your time. There has only been one time that a Vampire had destroyed the party."

He could feel her curious gaze fall on him, and Angelo turned away from her understanding she wanted an explanation, "Well...the Vampire..was me. It was an issue with Castiel, well an issue that involved him. Me and this guy, his name started with an A, but I can't really remember. We got into a fight and ruined the whole party. Ever since Demetri has never let me live that day down, so you could say that is the reason why, I never protest against these kinds of events in front of him." He could hear a small laugh from beside him, and he couldn't help but send a slight glare.

Seeing she was moving closer Angelo kept his face turned, "Tell you the truth?" she whispered corresponding to his childish demeanor, sitting down on the floor and placing her knees against her chest, before she moved her index finger toward her lips and closed one of her eyes letting out a timid wink, "I am also not a fan of Balls, if it were me I would just cook the meals before disappearing elsewhere." she let out a small smile for a moment forgetting that Angelo was her master and that she probably shouldn't address him as she just had.

Angelo glanced down at Olivia. He could simply guess she was trying to cheer him up, though she was a simple human, he had to admit she had guts. No one has ever address Angelo in such a close manner, as she had just did. But he didn't find it annoying, more...relaxing, if that was the right word. 

The way she spoke to him, made Angelo think of Castiel. How he would always find the young child in some random hiding place, and sit with him. Sometimes he would even join Angelo, abandoning the parties their parents held, to comfort the younger child. Bringing stories of many kinds, and always giving him words of comfort. His favorite book was the story of Angelo, the Knight. He loved it when Castiel read it to him. Those were the peaceful days, that when remembered brought a sharp pain to Angelo's dead heart. Making him feel almost, slightly alive. Those memories the only link to his more humane side. 

The sound of carriages filled the ears of Angelo. Walking toward the window, he saw the people approaching. His ruby orbs held a depression to them, as if Angelo was in deep thought. He didn't smile, but kept a regular frown on his face. His appearance illuminated as the full moon hit him. 

Suddenly Angelo's eyes grew wide, as he noticed the moon. It was full. He flicked his tongue, as he saw the carriages approach. No...they wouldn't do anything...right? Turning to Olivia, his gaze was restored to its emotionless features. He didn't look alarmed, but his voice held a sort of emotion. "Olivia, during this event, I wish for you to stay inside the castle."

Pausing he looked out the window, glaring at the moon, "Tonight, I want you to have a good time. But... If you very feel uncomfortable being around a certain person, you must find me or my other brothers and tell them. Even Castiel, no, especially Castiel. Or even Demetri."

Glancing over at Olivia, he saw that she was concerned. He let out a casual smile at her, "Do not worry. We just have some men who drink to much at these events...that is all." The carriages were almost here, and if he didn't go now, Demetri would track him down, like a dog. "The guest are arriving. I'm going ahead, so enjoy yourself tonight. And thank you for the interesting conversation."

As he was about to leave the room he turned once more towards Olivia, "...The dress...I picked it because it complimented your appearance. So you could say I did it on purpose."
With those final words he left the room.

Walking down the halls Angelo spotted Mirabelle, though he didn't stop to say anything and continued on. Looking around for Demetri, Angelo caught a glimpse of Castiel, through the cracked door of his study, "Brother-" Angelo was about to knock when he saw the expression on Castiel's face. It stopped Angelo in his tracks, making it impossible to say anything. Without a word Angelo glanced downward sadly and disappeared. After a few minutes he finally spotted Demetri, standing next to him, he faced forward, "The carriages are arriving."

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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Tanzy shook her head, secretly agreeing corsets seemed silly, but they were expected. She didn't intend to tie it into a deathgrip, but Alice's struggling had made her overestimate how loose it was until she finally eased up on the strings, checking until she could fit at least a finger between the form squeezing device. She loosened Anise's as well, not wanting the maids to be uncomfortable. Hearing her fellow maid inquire about the lavish assortment of attire, Tanzy nooded, looking a tad sheepish. "Yes, he told me to pick from all of this." she answered.

Despite the earlier smile on Anise's face, the conversation and mood in her room soon seemed a bit uneasy. Tanzy bit her lower lip, wondering if everything was ok.Her worries were soon interrupted by Anise's sudden reply, the girl actually apologizing for not telling Tanzy what she thought. Hugging the girl back, Tanzy shook her head. "No, why are you sorry? It's perfectly allright. I just want to make sure you guys are ok. But yes, you're welcome!" she smiled reassuringly at her fellow maids, beginning to put the acessories and gowns left away. Alice's hair came undone, the female apologizing as she undid her handiwork. Tanzy figured she should have expected as much. "It's allright." she assured the twin, only a slight dissappointment sparked.

She jumped slightly as Demetri announced his presence, causing a ripple of unease in Tanzy's spine. She couldn't quite explain why the vampire twin creeped her out as much as he did, given how 'jolly' he seemed. As he spoke, she said not a word, only aknowledging him as he ushered her out of her own room, reminding her of Castiel as well. Tanzy almost felt insulted that he thought she'd forget a task.
Nevertheless, she followed the other girls. "Master Demetri, I know it is not my place, but if you would be so kind, would the master be willing to close my door on his way out, and not touch my things if possible?" she dared to suggest, hoping this wouldn't earn his anger or result in her family suffering a loss of payment. Bowing, she left.

Tanzy intended on heading straight to Castiel's study, but she stopped as she was about to pass the ebony-haired twins. A few whispers of their conversation reached her, making her pause. She was certainly worried about them, and to be plotting out in the open? Dangerous.
Approaching Anise and Alice, she whispered.

"Careful. It's not safe to speak as such out here. If you plan something, do it later when we are alone. I will be willing to help you in any way I can, but be cautious." she warned before heading off to Castiel's study.

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Upon arriving at the master's study, Tanzy of course knocked first, announcing her presence. "Master Castiel." she called, gingerly stepping inside the door. She knew she should simply announce the party was to begin, then leave the master be. Still, she found herself wondering about before. The smile. The incident with his sister before he retreated to his study. Taking a deep breath, she dared to speak to him.

"Master Demetri says the ball is about to begin, and guests are arriving." she announced, taking a step back and reaching for the door. For all her willpower, her nagging little curious voice in her head was bursting to ask him, despite making it evident he disliked questions.

"Forgive me, master Castiel...If I may be so bold." she began softly, looking uncertain. Somehow she pressed on. "I know it meant nothing...and I know you were simply hungry and toying with me. But even so...I-I liked seeing a smile on your face. It is a nice smile, and I'm glad I got to see it. Tanzy murmured softly, recalling the look in her mind. A good few seconds passed before she mentally computed what she had said. Flushing as she realized she had actually dared to presume he'd care what she thought, she bowed at the waist, apologetic.
"F-forgive me sire. I seem to have forgotten my place again."

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Within his perpetual solitude, Castiel was perched at his desk with his face buried in the palms of his pale, artisan hands. He had long discarded his mask, for it rested on the dark oak, its one hollow eye staring him down like a spectator. The eldest son ran his fingers through his hair, lifting his vivid gaze from the surface to the flickering flame of the candle. There was no questioning the level of stress he was under; Mira’s return, managing the maids, juggling his other daily hardships, and now he was going to have to plaster a hint of a smile on his face for complete strangers for the sake of saving face.

He hated this feeling. Rubbing his face, Castiel shook his head before diving back into the sanctum of literature. He was calm as he read the British works that his father had collected over the years. He had them preserved and never touched them without taking caution, lest they fall apart at his hand. The print was fading, but with his vampiric sight made is easy for him. His tongue peeked out between his lips the more immersed in the book he got.

He hadn’t realized that Tanzy was approaching until she was just outside of his door. He didn’t lift his head as he bid her to enter. "Master Demetri says the ball is about to begin, and guests are arriving,” she said. He glanced up dismissively, barely noticing her new state of dress as he replied.

“Very well,” Castiel began to stand, grabbing his mask as Tanzy carried on. His eyes flashed to her as she made her inquiry about his smile. With raised brows, the blond vampire slowly secured his mask over his pallid face. “I see you’ve become quite bold, indeed. Fortunately, I do not mind a woman that speaks her mind within reason. Your sentiment is vastly appreciated.” A glimmer of a grin changed his expression behind his mask. “Your gown is becoming on you, Tanzy by the way. I’m glad my selections were to your liking.”

He moved towards the exit, offering Tanzy his arm like the gentleman he was. “Come, I will escort you to the parlor.”

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Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago

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For a moment, the young woman feared she and her family would recieve his wrath for her boldness. Tanzy bit her lip, mentally steeling herself for a reprimand or worse, she found herself pleasantly surprised as the pale gentleman's tone sounded calm and normal. A hint of a grin caught her attention, and after staring in awe, she flushed at his words, looking rather happy. She nodded her head, assuring him he was correct.

"I did like the selection. Thank you sire, for the compliment and the escort." Tanzy said, a genuine smile on her face as she approached the door, gingerly accepting the offered arm with her own. She felt immense relief and gratitude towards the cool vampire, letting silence fall between them once more. She of course couldn't speak for Castiel, but it was much more comfortable of a silence than before now.

As they walked through the halls, the maid hesitated a moment before looking over at her employer with a sideways glance. "Thank you as well sire, for tolerating my boldness. I shall try to make sure to not trouble you with it uneccessarily." she murmured softly, truly thankful for having a reasonable master. With that she quieted once more, this time without interruption.

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Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago

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Castiel’s glossy shoes shined in the brilliance of the chandeliers. His face was stern and unyielding underneath his mask, kaleidoscopic torrents of cerulean, silver, and gold stared straight ahead as he guided his little human through the catacombs of walkways and halls. The castle was a labyrinthine of sorts; the halls alone deceptive and torturous when neglected to be mapped out accordingly. Castiel knew this well, seeing as he was once lost in these very vestibules once upon a time. He remembered hearing his frail voice bounce against the polished walls only to taunt him in the end, mocking his cries for help.

Castiel blinked his way back into the present, completely unaware that he and Tanzy had arrived at their destination. The maid was in mid-speech when the eldest Santiago came to and he only managed to gather a fraction of her sentence. Fortunately, it was enough to accurately answer her without her knowing that he had blacked out once again.

“You’re very welcome, Tanzy,” he said, his confident voice now distant. “Run along now, I’m sure Demetri will be eager to scoop you away for a dance or two.”

He carried on, gesturing toward the small orchestra that resided in the corner of the parlor. They began to fill the space with their melody as he practically glided across the room like a shadow. It was a graceful stride, one that Castiel was known for. He seated himself at the head of the dining table, watching as his guests filled the hall like bees buzzing into a honeycomb. With the back of his palm supporting his chin, Castiel found himself watching without seeing and hearing without listening.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago

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"It probably wasn't.. but her neck is better than ours, wouldn't you agree?" She quirked an eyebrow at her twin, shivering at the thought of getting bitten. She'd avoided it up until now, somehow, but she wasn't sure how if the uncanny luck would continue to salvage her from being ripped into. She took her hand over her scarred lower arm, covered by the elbow length crimson gloves. She caressed the spot as a false sense of protection. As Alice asked her about dances, she felt a blush creep onto her face, fiddling a bit, "I don't know.... Depends on who asks.." She mumbled softly. She surely didn't want to dance with Demetri or Angelo. They both scared the hell out of her more than Bishop or Castiel. Those two were direct about their cruelty, the other two seemed to hide their inner nature, making it more terrifying. What if they could be worse? Wolves in sheep's clothing? She gripped her wrist as Alice mentioned defying them once more, "We do have to play our roles well enough to not die before we can escape.. Don't anger the brothers and get yourself killed. Our lives are mortal ones, remember that. They've killed more people than we'll ever meet in our lives."

Her violet eyes widened with fear once she heard a voice behind her, shooting around on her heels, closing her eyes in relief when it turned out to be Tanzy, "Glad to hear you're with us.. just don't tell the other girls, we don't know how much we can trust them with a secret yet." She told the other girl, index finger pressed to her own mouth in a shushing manner. She didn't plan on Tanzy finding out about her fake alliance to escape, she only planned to use it to make Alice feel better.. but now she was forced to play along.

"We'll be more careful, I promise." She waved the pink haired girl off, smiling weakly before continuing down the halls with Alice. Once they reach their destination, "Let's not only survive dear sister, we shall thrive.." She smiled a bit confidently, "These masks are part of a ceremony that makes everyone equals. With them on, it makes it hard to recognize people, so you can't judge them as well." She bit her bottom lip.

"Let's plot when we can.. but I never want to forget to live.. So let's have fun when we can too.." She opened the doors, ushering for Alice to follow, her eyes shifting around the room, the vast amount of people made her a bit dizzy. Which were Vampires and which were human? She couldn't tell at all.. She was looking around aimlessly when she spotted Castiel and Tanzy enter, deciding to make her way toward the two. She wasn't exactly sure where else to go.. She rarely saw Bishop, even though he chose her as a maid.

"I feel so... small in here now..." The rustle and bustle made her nervous, going out of her way not to touch anyone. Maybe she'd be able to reach Tanzy before someone else approached. Though she accidentally tripped on her way, falling to the marble floor. She winced upon impact, "O-ow" but she couldn't even really hear her own voice at the moment. She hastily got up, not wishing to get stepped on, "Alice?!" She called out, wondering if her sister managed to keep up with her in the large crowd. She couldn't see her, and she'd lost sight of Tanzy in the middle of her accident.

She nervously approached Castiel through the crowd, surprised no one had his attention as of yet. When she finally reach open space, she let out a comforted sigh. Although the air about him wasn't quite inviting, she proceeded toward the blond male. She fumbled for a moment, before asking her question, "L-lord Castiel, have you seen Tanzy or Alice.. I lost them in the crowd..." She whispered timidly, eyes widening before preforming a curtsy. Crap, I almost forgot that part..

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago

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Tanzy glanced over at the male as he responded as if on autopilot. A look of concern crossed her features as he seemed to be somewhere else in his thoughts. Had she upset him? No, he made it clear if he disapproved of something. Was he feeling alright? Could vampires even feel sick? Not wanting to disturb him though, Tanzy decided it was probably best to not pester him with questions for now. His demeanor was calm as usual, but he did seem more distracted. Then again, even if something was wrong, what buisiness of hers was it? If it progressed, perhaps she'd muster up the gall to inquire.

Simultaneously cutting off any questions was his instructions to leave his presence and occupy herself elsewhere. While she did feel a tad dissappointed for some unknown reason, she wasn't about to argue. Besides, his mention of his outgoing brother elicted a slightly uncomfortable sensation in her gut. She forced a smile.

"V-very well sire." she replied, curtsying before taking her leave. She would run along as told, but she dearly hoped the happy redhead wouldn't want to dance with her. Thankfully he wasn't yet in sight as far as she could tell.

Somehow managing to avoid dancing with anyone and earning weird looks so far, Tanzy made her way towards the end of the parlor, trying to decide on if she should dare partake in the festivities so casually. And with whom? Perhaps she could mingle with her fellow maids for a while. Deciding this was as good a start as any, she began to squeeze back in, searching the crowd for Anise or any of the other maids. She found her eyes drawn to the dining table, eyes pausing on a quiet Castiel and then none other than Anise! Oh, she was talking with him. Tanzy watched them, wondering if Anise was having an easier time communicating with him than she did. The thought made her feel a tad inferior, despite her mental scolding to not be bothered by anyone else. Anise was so sweet, and so long as Castiel didn't harm her, she had no reason to be concerned or dissappointed! Honestly, such thoughts were rude to the master and her fellow maid.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop J Santiago

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With a feeling of deja vu, the redhead snuck in once more through the cellar, emerging in one of the many hallways of the grand estate. He could smell ever so faintly the spread of food and the steady burning of lamps and candles. It took Bishop a moment to remember that this was the night of the ball. No wonder outside seemed so much busier and less serene than usual. Castiel would certaily be displeased with his sudden disappearance, especially when they had visitors to attend to. Ah well, as he had told his older brother before, he was able to take care of himself.

Silently stalking through the halls, he knew by heart how to avoid detection and stay out of the most likely path his brothers would use. Upon making it to his room, the vampire inspected his person in the mirror to ensure he was cleaned up after his little outing. Deeming himself free of any suspicious marks and smells, he looked through his wardrobe for the evening's attire. Black pants with gold embroidery at the hems, and dark blood red for his suit. A bright red similar to fresh blood underlay the dried blood coat. Gold embellished his outfit, and after adjusting his sash, Bishop surveyed himself once more in the mirror. The male smiled, deeming himself presentable as he put on his mask.

Ready to face his brothers and the ball guests, Bishop strode out towards the main hall and the parlour. He idly found himself wondering if Anise had gone to his brother again as he disappeared. He had left just as suddenly then too. His little maid had asked him why he picked her, only to stammer and fret her little head about speaking her mind and daring to question his decisions. It was an odd mix of amusement and sadistic pleasure to see her worry so much, interrupted by bouts of courage and inquisitiveness. It was endearing, really. But he had left without answering her, letting her ponder the possibilities. He was loathe to say he wasn't one hundred percent sure why he picked her himself. He was pretty sure, but something told him he had other motives as well. Even if this was the case, it was none of her concern.

Finally reaching the part, he let out a low whistle as he took in the decor. Demetri certainly was the artist. Casually sauntering in, his eyes scanned the partygoers for his own little dove as his twin liked to call the help. He smelled her nearby, and after a moment of searching, he caught her standing by the dining table, where his brother was seated at the head, looking unusually distant, even for Castiel. Bishop almost considered inquiring about his health, but he showed no sign of being hungry, more of lost in his thoughts.

Deciding to let it go for now, Bishop snuck up with a grin until he was behind Anise, appraising her in the dress he picked. He had good taste if he did say so himself.

"The dress suits you, I had a feeling it would." he purred into her ear, smirking as he anticipated what was sure to be a charming and amusing reaction.

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Character Portrait: Angelo Santiago Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Dante Ramos

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Dante had sent Annabelle to finish off the remaining straggler. The butler. Shuu Tsubaki. He didn't know much about him aside from the fact that he was a new addition to the house. The maids were fairly accustomed to the place, having been there nearly three weeks now. Shuu and Katerina were the newest additions and possibly the easiest targets left standing. Poor Alice had accepted them quite quickly.. what with her determination to escape and all.. but Dante couldn't allow any survivors. Anyone who knew his pack's secret had to be disposed of. They were far more vulnerable to the humans than the vampires.. As Alpha, Dante held all responsibility of protecting the pack as a whole. He ran his hand through his hair as he noticed Reiji's little speech. He didn't know much about the sibling behind the mask, primarily since the vampire had been in exile for the majority of Dante's life. Interesting.. I can get them as a group in one single swoop. I thought I was going to have to search for dear Mirabelle and Reiji.. He thought to himself in amusement.

Dante slipped out as Reiji continued his charismatic speech, seeing as he had work to do. Castiel noticed his presence and was beginning to put the pieces together. Angelo was absent as well so now was the time to strike. The eldest vampires were separated from the group and it was his turn to strike. The only blood on his hands would belong to Santiago vampires.. The maids would just be casualties in war that the betas would handle. He strolled to the halls until he reach Castiel's study, smiling as he heard the voices inside, "If you're going to linger outside, please do come in." Snapped a cold voice, though most of the anger inside the blonde was kept tidy within his tall frame. I'm getting on someone's nerves quite well.. Dante thought smugly to himself. Not a word came from the second presence in the room, so he knew exactly whom Castiel's company was. Angelo. Angelo was the only sibling who could manage that kind of silence while releasing that angry of an aroma. He could smell the hatred dripping from their bodies. He'd gotten them exactly where he wanted them.

Dante opened the door, straightening out his coat as he allowed the eldest two to bask in his presence, though he realized this was more than ideal for the two men. He removed his mask, crimson eyes trailing the two, "I was right! Behind door number one was indeed Cassie and Angie!" He chirped in amusement, before smirking to the two men, ] "I assume you've discovered your dead pets.." He laughed, his voice lower and far more masculine than his first time speaking to them. He could feel the hatred radiating stronger as he spoke of Olivia and Alice, "I thought you'd be grateful that I killed the annoyance." He chimed in, referring to Castiel about Alice.

"Regardless of my view on her, she wasn't mine nor yours to eradicate. I cannot simply allow you to leave my home after what you've done to my family. The mockery you've made of us cannot go unpunished." Castiel replied in a rather irritated tone. He wasn't as angry as Angelo, seeing as he wasn't close to either maid, but he could not stand by and allow this man to continue his antics any longer. He had his family, his pride, and their reputation to protect. Before anyone could see it coming, Angelo zoomed out at Dante, Castiel's blue eyes widening in shock, for the first time clear emotion showing on his typically stone-like face, "Angelo!" He couldn't even speak the rest of his warning, because before he could even speak, the tragedy was over.

Angelo ran at Dante full force, ready to rip that wolf's head clear from his neck, with his teeth if he must. Nothing could be said to comfort Angelo now. Both Alice and Olivia were dear to his heart and this man disposed of them like they were sick dogs. Actually they were treated worse than dogs, and it made Angelo's blood boil thinking about the treatment, the pain each girl went through. He growled, lunging at the man, grasping at Dante's throat. The wolf barely made noise, but lunged his own hand forward. The sounds were dreadful. The crunching of Angelo's bones as Dante rammed his hand into his chest cavity, the cracking of Dante's neck daring to break, survival was a matter of speed and strength. Though before Angelo could respond, a squishy undeniable sound rang through their ears. Dante's arm retreated from Angelo's chest cavity, blood adorning his arm nearly to his elbow. The blood continued to pour down his arm as he held it up for Casitel and Angelo to see. In Dante's hand was Angelo's heart. Dante beat the vampire to the punch. Angelo was gasping for air before his grip softened and he fell backwards, blood adorning the carpet of Castiel's study. Dante crushed the heart in his hand, laughing before dropping the mess on top of Angelo's chest.

The blonde vampire's eyes flashed a deep magenta as his rage grew within him. It was taking every single bit of his composure to withhold his urge to snarl, to fling himself at Dante as Angelo had done. Castiel went about it much better. He shot for the door, pretending to flee, and when Dante met him, he flung the wolf across the room, slamming him into the bookcase. Dante's eyes widened and he gasped as he hit the ground afterwards, bookcase falling onto the wolf, causing a pained yelp from the man. Castiel looked to Angelo, eyes softening. He should have been there to protect him.. he lost his brother in the blink of an eye..

Though underneath the bookcase, something sinister was going on. The sound of breaking bones erupted through the room, Dante's screams could be heard down the empty halls as he begun his transformation. Castiel stood his ground, waiting for the horrors hidden beneath the would to arise. He couldn't flee. He had to protect his family from this danger. This wolf was far stronger than any wolf he'd ever faced before. The last scream was more of a howl, and the blonde vampire braced himself as the large werewolf shot towards him. The room became a flash of blurs as they exchanged blows, scratching and punching, kicking and biting. Castiel was managing to avoid getting bitten, but his clothes were a mess. The rips in his clothes were abundant, barely escaping Dante's wrath. The equal brawl continued for what felt like hours, before Dante lunged at Castiel and he took his chance since the blonde was growing rather tired. He grasped Dante's ribs and squeezed, breaking as many bones as possible. Though as he did, Dante bit into the man's shoulder, releasing his toxins into the vampire's blood stream, shaking and ripping at the skin to ensure Castiel's demise. Dante fled, limping out of the room. If the others came, he'd be done for. He had to escape and allow himself time to heal. Castiel's hours were limited now that he had been bitten anyhow.

Castiel collapsed to the ground, the stinging of the wound felt unbearable, worse than anything he'd ever felt in his life. The vampire venom that turned him into an immortal didn't even burn his veins as horribly as the werewolf bite. He could feel each individual tissue of skin eroding under this venom's poison. He held in his pain as long as he could but he eventually caved, screaming at the top of his lungs in agony.

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Character Portrait: Anise Delopar Character Portrait: Tanzy McNeal Character Portrait: Castiel Santiago Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago Character Portrait: Bishop J. Santiago Character Portrait: Reiji Santiago

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Glaring at Reiji, Bishop growled low in his throat as the elder male proceeded to contradict him with smug satisfaction, seething at there being any truth to his words. Standing beside his twin, Bishop pointed an accusing finger at the smug prick who dared to rub their noses into any superiority, imagined or otherwise. "Are you threatening me brother? Surely you know better..." he hissed through clenched teeth. Aside from this challenge and a disgusted look thrown his sibling's way, he made no move to retaliate or challange him. He was being rudely reminded of why Reiji pissed him off so much. Bishop could respect him to a degree, but he sure as hell didn't care for his company. Castiel at least wassn't an annoying, self-assured and shove-it-in-your-face asshole. Reiji...was definately someone you could classify as an asshole. A well-presented, sophisticated, deceptively charming, and intelligent one perhaps, but an asshole none the less.

Bishop's gaze only returned to his maid as she forced a smile, telling the asshole in question that he needn't apologize. He arched a brow ever so slightly, wondering if she actually thought anyone bought that blatant lie.
An interesting thing his human was, he had to give Castiel credit for that much. Neither Tanzy nor Mirabelle got his attention, save for a mental snarl at Reiji for bombarding their only sister in such a manner with the sudden information about their family. She could be told afterwards. He vaguely wondered what the hell was wrong with the older brother, his less than kind musings interupted by Anise's pleading voice. Pleading? He couldn't recall her doing that before, especially not in regards to a request. Sure, she fretted for her sister, but she never asked for anything.

Regarding the ebony haired girl with an unreadable expression, Bishop suppressed a smirk, allowing her only a curt nod. "Hm. Very well, I'll see if I can indulge you." he remarked with a shrug, only to give Anise a thoughtful look. "Of course, I will eventually have something for you to do for me. Quid pro quo."