Alexandriv Maskov's Story

Alex came out of his room, yawning. He had just woken up. He would always wake up later than the others. He was so much different than the others. He usually wasn't respected as a Vampire, which was fine with him. He didn't need to be. He didn't care really. It never bothered them. Alex walked off down the hall, hoping to get some breakfast, and saw Kryos. Alex smile at him kindly. "Good morning, my lord." Alex always treated Kryos like a king. Alex would do anything to please him. He did allow Alex to stay in his house, so Alex felt like he was eternally grateful for his kindness. If you would call it kindness.

Kyros turned around when his name was called. Seeing Alex, he nodded his head in greeting. "dobroye utro." he replied in Russian. "How are you this evening, Alex?" He asked the male. Kyros liked the vampire, and appreciated his respect and gratefulness. Alex had done everything in his power to stay on Kyros' good side, staying out of his way, keeping his distance from Vila, following the rules without complaint. Kyros definitely favored the vampire.

Alex sighed quietly with relief seeing him in a relatively good mood and replied to his question. "Oh I'm fine. I'm just a little tired." Alex rubbed the sleep from his eyes to then ask him, "How are you?" Alex felt his fangs with his tongue, which was generally a bad habit of his. He sometimes cut his tongue on his sharp teeth accidentally. Today he was lucky and got his tongue away without a scratch.

"I'm fine, thank you., just a bit frustrated from the amount of work that was just placed onto my desk." Kyros answered. He did have much to do, but since he had woken up only an hour ago, he didn't want to deal with it right now. "Did you not sleep well?" he asked, noting the dark circles under the vampire's eyes. He looked particularly tired. "Perhaps you should go back to bed." He suggested. "Though you might wake up during the daylight hours, which is never fun." Kyros said absently, turning his head. He had the strangest feeling that he was being watched.

"Actually, yes." Kyros answered. "I need someone to find every report of a missing tourist in Russia for me. I need them printed out, put in a folder organized by date and on my desk by tomorrow night. Do you think you do that, Alex?" he asked. He was glad to have some help, relieved that he didn't have to do this, because he simply didn't have the time.

It took Lucian but a few minutes to locate the throne room. After all, he HAS been a resident of this castle for at least a year now. The young vampire got to the doors quickly and went in, only to find Kyros still conversing with another vampire. So, he waited near the doorway, standing still until their conversation is done. After all, 85 would be rude of him to interupt a conversation, especially when one o the people talking is the lord of the castle.

Elizabeth bowEd her head slightly as Alex the vampire walked by and looked at her. She peeked from where she was from behind the wall at master kyros and Lucian. She blushed when she saw Lucian and went back behind the wall near the doorway to the throne room. She sank slowly to the grounder back against the wall and sighed nervous shed get into trouble with the master somehow.

Gwyneth glared at her bird before continuing on her way. Moonlight decided to fly back onto the clock and perched herself on top of it. Gwyneth glared at her before continuing on her way. "It won't be me that gets killed if you annoy the master again." The bird leapt from his perch and followed after her. Gwyneth was approaching the Throne room when she bumped into a blond vampire. "Watch where you're going." She told him, her icy stare watching, waiting for his reaction.

Rory was sitting in the dungeons, a few more of the wolves had come back from their patrols, some actually went to sleep but not Rory and his friends, they were up for some good hearted fun in the form of a drinking game, with the alcohol Rory stole from the town. The more they drank the louder and more rowdy they got. Sparring and laughing seemed to making the most noise.

Gwyneth could hear the commotion from where she was and quickly left the blond vampire, running to the dungeons to see what was going on. She stepped inside and 2 of the werewolves had shifted and were sparring. Gwyneth noticed the few bottles of vodka and beer that lay around. "Oh my god." She whispered to herself. She whistled and they all stopped and stared at her. "What the hell is going on her?" Her icy stare concentrating on the black furred werewolf. They all backed away from her and into a corner, like they were hiding from her, "Good, now go to sleep like them." She pointed to the sleeping werewolves and her stare lamded on each one of them at least once, but it landed on Rory the most, only because he was meant to be the most in control of the werewolves. 'Disappointing and pathetic.' She thought to herself.