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Fantasy Lost Vampire girl (always open)


Niklaus Aston


He sighed before shaking his head in response "I'll be fine" he said though he probably did need a shower he just didn't feel like joining Luke. He then flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, looking rather exhausted



"Are you sure? I can wait..." Luke layed on the bed next to him and sighed, "And what about sleeping in the bed together...? I promise I'll keep my hands away... And I will keep my hands to myself."
 

Lord Briarwood
"I wouldn't mention such lewd comments in front of good company," Briarwood stage whispered, a grin growing across his angular, sharp features. Clearing his throat, Sylas interlocked his fingers and gave a mocking gaze, "If you can't tell the difference between 
fae and angel, then obviously working a shower is expected to be harder than it seems." Reaching into his breast pocket, and retrieving the leaf, he dropped it down the collar of the wolf's shirt. "Have a present." Clicking his tongue, the Vampire rather suavely and extremely eloquently, sauntered off towards the staircases beginning. 


 


After all, he'd abandoned the angel and had no idea where she'd vanished to.


 

 

Nicolai Rumancek


He blinked, his face turning red at his comment before looking at the gift and smiled a little more with a shake of his head "You're a dick, Sylas" he called towards the stair case before having a maid show him to his room. Once in it he shut the door and stared at the shower, it was older than he was used to and honestly- he wasn't entirely sure how to use it. He furrowed his brow "I'll show that lord" he said as he turned it on, after much finagling he got it the right temperature and stepped in.


 


Niklaus Aston


He glanced over at him when he laid on the bed and frowned a little, rolling and propping his head up to look at him "No really go shower, I'll be fine" he said quietly, feeling guilty all of a sudden. Once he heard the rest of Luke's sentence he blushed at the thought though he'd usually ended up sleeping with Nicolai anyway "I don't mind...." he mumbled shyly. Wow. a shy vampire.


 

 

Nicolai Rumancek


He blinked, his face turning red at his comment before looking at the gift and smiled a little more with a shake of his head "You're a dick, Sylas" he called towards the stair case before having a maid show him to his room. Once in it he shut the door and stared at the shower, it was older than he was used to and honestly- he wasn't entirely sure how to use it. He furrowed his brow "I'll show that lord" he said as he turned it on, after much finagling he got it the right temperature and stepped in.


 


Niklaus Aston


He glanced over at him when he laid on the bed and frowned a little, rolling and propping his head up to look at him "No really go shower, I'll be fine" he said quietly, feeling guilty all of a sudden. Once he heard the rest of Luke's sentence he blushed at the thought though he'd usually ended up sleeping with Nicolai anyway "I don't mind...." he mumbled shyly. Wow. a shy vampire.


 




Luke kissed his lips then got up, "Alright..." Luke took off his clothes then headed in the shower. Once he got in he turned on the water and closed the curtain. Then after maybe about 20 minutes he got out and wrapped a towel around his hips and walked back to his room and searched for some clothes.
 
Dr. Wyrmwood Scott & The Messenger 


From High above the trees the sound of a Helicopter cutting through the air could be heard. As the sun was setting far away behind the clouds, it made the jet black thing look like a raven out for a late afternoon hunt. Inside Eris was sitting at the controls, flying the craft expertly. Her previously bloodied figure had been cleaned and healed - if not on the inside - at least on the outside. The tenderness left in her bones did not distract her though. It lent her focus and clarity. She would not disappoint him again. On the horizon, she spotted the manor home of their host for the evening. "Five minutes ETA, sir." She murmured into the mic, knowing that he could hear her well enough,


Behind her, where the carrier area normally would be - was a comfortably decorated seating area. The tinted windows offered a cool shade to cover the black leather covered interior. In one of the chairs, sitting backwards in a comfortable manner - sipping at a delicate red he could not resist when packing up his gift - Wyrmwood could not resist feeling at his new face, nor playing with his now short hair. The glasses too were slightly unusual, but he found them amusing all the same. His new form simply reeked of well meaning, reluctant genius. He was also rather proud of the tea stain he had 'not' noticed on his lab coat's lapel - or the fact that his tie had a few crumbs on - smelling even now like the ginger snaps they originated from. While he chuckled at himself, he rolled his shoulders, which now looked less like that of a warrior, and more like that of a scholar - rounded and slightly bent - as if from years of study. "Very good." Gods... even the voice sounded pleasant. This evening was going to be fun.


The chopper neared the manor, and started to descend near the closest patch of open grass - being one of the well manicured lawns. As it set down, He got up and buttoned his blazer, waiting for Eris to open the door - and for their host to recognize their presence.


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Niklaus Aston


In the time that Luke was in the shower Klaus ended up falling asleep, looking rather peaceful which was rare for him, despite everything that'd happened that day. When he heard Luke emerge however his eyes flew open and he stared at him, blushing deeply at his appearance "You couldn't take clothes in with you?" he asked as he stared at  the towel


 

 
"I didn't think you would mind... That much." Luke smirks at Klaus, And whats the fun in that?" 
 
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Niklaus Aston


[SIZE= 14px]He grumbled in response, his face while he couldn't exactly blush obviously showed embarrassment. He kicked his shoes off and crawled under the covers "Just put some clothes on, stop trying to seduce me you heathen" He complained half-heartedly[/SIZE]


 


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"Aw come on you know you like it..." Luke jumped on top of Klaus in the bed and smiles hugging him, "Come on Klaus!"
 
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Niklaus Aston


He grunted when he was jumped on and just stared up at him with an unamused look "Nope" he said as he reached up and messed up Luke's wet hair with a devilish grin "I have no idea what you want  from me, Lukeybear" he whispered the last part all seductive like


 

 

Lord Briarwood
As Samantha chirped her greetings, the Lord, turned about with a smile. "Ah, Samantha dear, how are you? I was showing Nicolai upstairs. Gave him some clothes to wear, and make him ... well to make that man look 
respectable'll take more than the resources I have." Massaging his temples for a moment, Sylas paused. "If you need a shower or clothing, I suggest you talk to the maids. Perhaps get that wing of yours looked at and properly medicated to prevent disease - if angels can contract such things of course -" As those words, left his lips, Briarwood glanced towards the windows; withdrawing the pocket watch from within his waistcoat to check the time. "Ah, and here is the man of the moment; but if he ruins my bloody garden, I'll murder him with my bare hands." Turning once more towards the angel, with a small smile, Briarwood patted her shoulder. "I've got to vanish and entertain another guest. Please, do as you feel fit, and join when you're ready. Or maybe not at all." Sylas, at that point, continued to quickly, run back up the staircase and into his room. Exchanging his clothing for another set, and washing the smudges of mud off his features - left from the battle between them, and the monstrous creature. 

Jogging down into the welcoming hall of the manor, which was filled with grandeur and somewhat awe astounding architecture, as was the tradition of country estates - Sylas appeared to be immaculate. Even when still buttoning up his jacket, and running a hand through his thick, charcoal locks. Prematurely streaked by white. It was a curse, of the better kind. Managing to seem regal in anything. 



 


As the sun was low, disappearing beyond the horizon, Briarwood was confident to step out the manor and towards the helicopter which had landed. Eyeing the grass beneath the aircraft with disdain. It was clear, the gardeners had a morning's work ahead of them. "Ah, lovely to finally meet the man behind the letter. You know - I thought you'd be taller." Only seconds into meeting and the Lord had already dosed them with his dry sarcasm. If anything else, it would've seemed charming. Broad shoulders, squared up to the bespectacled figure, examining him intensely. Without fault. 


 


Holding out his hand to shake, Briarwood gave a tight-lipped smile. "Lord Sylvestris Briarwood, yet I believe you already knew that. In any case, please - call me Sylas."


 


 



 


(It deleted my post seconds before I finished - sorry for the wait, I had to rewrite *^*)
 

Nicolai Rumancek


It had taken Nicolai a good 20 minutes of scrubbing the dirt off his rather hairy body to be considered clean, even so there were likely some darker spots on his face where the essence of dirt lingered. Once he was done he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist, glaring at the clothes in distaste, mostly because he wasn't used to  this type of clothing. He pulled on the pants and started buttoning the shirt, blushing as he asked a maid to help him with it because he kept doing them in the wrong spots. Once that was finished he left it untucked, feeling slightly more comfortable that way despite knowing Sylas would likely disapprove. Wait, why did he care what Sylas thought? He shook his head as he fixed his hair slightly and started down the hallway to find him, though only seconds afterwards heard a helicopter outside and blinked "Must be that girls master" he said quietly, mostly to himself. He stood at the top of the stairs gazing down at the front door while awaiting them to  come in, fully planning on glaring at them from afar.


 

 

Samantha smiled and nodded, before rushing up the stairs, before walking over to one of the maids that she found, and asking politely for help. The maid nodded with a smile, brining Samantha to a room. Of course, Samantha got new clothes to wear for the dinner, and the maid was kind enough to help her with her hair and such. 

 

Lord Briarwood
As Samantha chirped her greetings, the Lord, turned about with a smile. "Ah, Samantha dear, how are you? I was showing Nicolai upstairs. Gave him some clothes to wear, and make him ... well to make that man look 
respectable'll take more than the resources I have." Massaging his temples for a moment, Sylas paused. "If you need a shower or clothing, I suggest you talk to the maids. Perhaps get that wing of yours looked at and properly medicated to prevent disease - if angels can contract such things of course -" As those words, left his lips, Briarwood glanced towards the windows; withdrawing the pocket watch from within his waistcoat to check the time. "Ah, and here is the man of the moment; but if he ruins my bloody garden, I'll murder him with my bare hands." Turning once more towards the angel, with a small smile, Briarwood patted her shoulder. "I've got to vanish and entertain another guest. Please, do as you feel fit, and join when you're ready. Or maybe not at all." Sylas, at that point, continued to quickly, run back up the staircase and into his room. Exchanging his clothing for another set, and washing the smudges of mud off his features - left from the battle between them, and the monstrous creature. 

Jogging down into the welcoming hall of the manor, which was filled with grandeur and somewhat awe astounding architecture, as was the tradition of country estates - Sylas appeared to be immaculate. Even when still buttoning up his jacket, and running a hand through his thick, charcoal locks. Prematurely streaked by white. It was a curse, of the better kind. Managing to seem regal in anything. 



 


As the sun was low, disappearing beyond the horizon, Briarwood was confident to step out the manor and towards the helicopter which had landed. Eyeing the grass beneath the aircraft with disdain. It was clear, the gardeners had a morning's work ahead of them. "Ah, lovely to finally meet the man behind the letter. You know - I thought you'd be taller." Only seconds into meeting and the Lord had already dosed them with his dry sarcasm. If anything else, it would've seemed charming. Broad shoulders, squared up to the bespectacled figure, examining him intensely. Without fault. 


 


Holding out his hand to shake, Briarwood gave a tight-lipped smile. "Lord Sylvestris Briarwood, yet I believe you already knew that. In any case, please - call me Sylas."


 


 



 


(It deleted my post seconds before I finished - sorry for the wait, I had to rewrite *^*)



Dr. Wyrmwood Scott & The Messenger 


The Doctor looked at the Vampire, and gave him a smile that came off as abashedly earnest - having noticed the well hidden ire at the grass. Eris took out a Cooled metal case, in which there was a bottle of 200 year old Champagne. She stood silently, smiling with fondness at her master. "Ah... sorry about that. (he took the hand and gave it a respectable, if slightly meek shake) I would have teleported, but I seem to have come down with a rather bad case of magical depletion. The product of not sleeping I suppose..." He gave an awkward laugh, to which Eris Interrupted him. "I have told him - he needs to sleep more. I am glad to see you looking yourself again, Lord Briarwood." She dipped her head in his direction. "Nah... How could I sleep when there was such a mystery for me to solve. (He shook his head, as if realizing he was being rude) Ah! Dr. Wyrmwood Scott! It is a pleasure - and Yes - I did know your name. It is only proper to know one's keeper - even when said keeper remains unwitting of said keeping." He snickered, as if overcome with his wordplay. "I recall a gift being proper... my last bottle of  the 1825 Perrier-Jouet. Looking at your home, I fear even it might fall short though." He started patted the case lightly with his left hand, while the right rubbed his chin as if in deep consideration.
 
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Lord Briarwood


His hand almost engulfed the males palm, shaking in greeting of one another. Sylas, using a sturdy, firm grasp which displayed more than etiquette but a certain stubborn sturdiness that would be the reason for traversing hell and back to protect. "Oh please, its just grass after all. No matter - I'll have it sorted. Although a car would be adequate" Sylas politely chuckled, releasing himself from the hold eventually. 


Turning now, more upon the messenger, Briarwood sighed and nodded. "I don't think hunting mythical beasts should really become my newest hobby." Shrugged the Lord, humour evident in his tone. "Well, Doctor Wyrmwood - it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Narrowing his jade orbs ever so slightly towards the play of words, Briarwood placed a light hand upon his shoulder. "Certainly an ideal and thought about gift - no doubt. I'll have the staff serve it alongside the supper. In the meanwhile, would you care to accompany me inside?"


 

 
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Lord Briarwood


His hand almost engulfed the males palm, shaking in greeting of one another. Sylas, using a sturdy, firm grasp which displayed more than etiquette but a certain stubborn sturdiness that would be the reason for traversing hell and back to protect. "Oh please, its just grass after all. No matter - I'll have it sorted. Although a car would be adequate" Sylas politely chuckled, releasing himself from the hold eventually. 


Turning now, more upon the messenger, Briarwood sighed and nodded. "I don't think hunting mythical beasts should really become my newest hobby." Shrugged the Lord, humour evident in his tone. "Well, Doctor Wyrmwood - it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Narrowing his jade orbs ever so slightly towards the play of words, Briarwood placed a light hand upon his shoulder. "Certainly an ideal and thought about gift - no doubt. I'll have the staff serve it alongside the supper. In the meanwhile, would you care to accompany me inside?"


 




Dr. Wyrmwood Scott & Eris 


Wyrmwood nodded his head, and started walking towards the house. As they walked, with Eris walking a few steps behind them - she Spoke up in an abashed manner. "AH - yes, a car would have been. But Alas, I was not sure I would be able to find it." - Wyrmwood scoffed, before stopping to look at the roses - smelling deeply - before speaking - "Yes, I am afraid that she is hopeless with directions. I have to point in a direction - as the crow flies - and if she can not make it, she tends to get lost. It was faster as well... a godsend, as I detest travel." He chuckled again, his eyes roaming the house - taking in all the entrances, the windows, the the sigils on the doors, - the smell from earlier having given him a good idea of who and what resided in the home. He looked over at Eris and she dropped her head, blushing abashedly. He then looked over Briarwood again and spoke "How long have you been staying here. I am aware you've been here for quite a while - but clearly far earlier than I." His brows rose inquisitively.
 

After thanking the very polite maid, Samatha rushed down the stairs, her eyes closed, her wing cleaned, and her face bright with a smile. "Sylas, the woman upstairs was so ni-" She paused, opening her eyes and growing red with embaressment. "Oh, hi! You must be the 'master' persona from before, right?" 


 

 

Nicolai Rumancek


He watched as Samantha rushed past him and down the stairs before smirking at the girls embarrassment, finding it rather amusing. He sighed and straightened up as he came down the stairs "I see our guest has arrived" he said as if he actually lived there. His navy slacks appeared a little too long and his shirt was untucked but kind of gave him that 'Ruggedly handsome' appeal. He tilted his head a little bit at the 'Master' person, he was surprised as the man was not nearly as cryptic looking as he'd imagined "Why don't you introduce us, Sy?" he asked with a cheeky grin in the Lord's direction


 

 

Nicolai Rumancek


He watched as Samantha rushed past him and down the stairs before smirking at the girls embarrassment, finding it rather amusing. He sighed and straightened up as he came down the stairs "I see our guest has arrived" he said as if he actually lived there. His navy slacks appeared a little too long and his shirt was untucked but kind of gave him that 'Ruggedly handsome' appeal. He tilted his head a little bit at the 'Master' person, he was surprised as the man was not nearly as cryptic looking as he'd imagined "Why don't you introduce us, Sy?" he asked with a cheeky grin in the Lord's direction


 




After thanking the very polite maid, Samatha rushed down the stairs, her eyes closed, her wing cleaned, and her face bright with a smile. "Sylas, the woman upstairs was so ni-" She paused, opening her eyes and growing red with embaressment. "Oh, hi! You must be the 'master' persona from before, right?" 


 




Dr. Wyrmwood Scott & Eris 


While waiting politely for their host to introduce them, the Doctor stared at the wolf - taking in the few traces left from the earlier encounter. He looked, despite his pathetic attempt to seem confident - like a fragile little thing. For a moment, The doctor's eyes widened and he saw all he needed to see... the slight shock - possibly at Wyrmwood not appearing as expected, then there was the shoulders - kept up with intent, clearly some underlying psychological distress. The clothing, while clearly trying to make it seem as if he were comfortable in it - did not fit him. Both physically and psychologically. In fact this entire place put the boy in a distressed state.  The smirk at the angel and the sarcasm were mere tools to hide insecurity. It took almost all of his strength to not lick his lips... he did so love breaking fragile things.


His eyes moved towards the angel - looking far less damaged than before. Such a prize... such a body. The potential. He felt the spittle gather in his mouth, and he had to swallow it down in fear of it trickling over. Delicious. He would just need to find a way to take it from her... but that's never been a problem in the past. Time, intellect, effort, and patience. Fortunately He had an infinite amount of all of them. He could wait. for now. He smiled at her in a polite way, clearly telling her that she need not feel so alarmed.


  @HumansArentReal @Finnick @Xena 
 
(I am just afraid of freaking you people out. I am trying to write a psychopath.... But we have to wait for the Lord to do something I guess.)

((Well, we can always try to do just Samantha nd the master)) 
 

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