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Fantasy Lost Vampire girl (always open)


Samantha gasped, getting up with a small sigh, and then dusting herself off. She looked around. Sylas was gone- which could be a good sign! He might be okay. Or dead. But she was trying to be as optomistic as possible. 


 


She continued to walk out of the woods, before noticing Nicolai and rushing after him. "N-nicolai! W-wait!" She yelled. 


 

 

Niklaus Aston


His eyes turned blood red at the sound of Luke's screams, he started thrashing and growling at the woman rather aggressively despite the vervain



 


Nyx Hazlett


He glared at him, despite the mans smile. "Why are you even bothering with this? Just kill me and get it over with" he taunted, not that Nyx wanted to die, oh no, but mostly because he had a feeling this man wouldn't do it. "You don't know me, or anything about me other than I tried to rob you so why are you so interested?" he huffed in annoyance


 

 
"Or maybe I can scramble around in your brain and find the answers myself... Or maybe erase some... Some like..." Kat smiles and walks towards Klaus and kneels down to him and whispers in his ear, "Down boy... From what I could tell you and him are history..." Kat plays a mind trick on Klaus and to him shes Luke, "Now relax." She kisses his lips and gets in his head as Luke struggles, "Get away from him! Klaus that's NOT me! SNAP OUT OF IT!" @Finnick
 
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Lord Briarwood
He hissed towards Nicolai, eyes narrowing as the paralysed Sylas was hoisted into his arms. Although Briarwood, was of a large, and well-built physique. Which was most likely the cause of trouble for the wolf. "For God's sake-- PUT ME DOWN" The Lord demanded rather defiantly, even with his current condition. Till hearing the sounds of Samantha calling out, whereupon he gave a half-hearted struggle; composed of mostly his head and glaring with an intense and misunderstood hatred for the werewolf whom currently attempted to drag him towards the manor.


 

Nicolai Rumancek


He stiffened at the sound of Samantha's voice only because he was concerned Doctor Asshat was with her "Is he with you?" he demanded quickly but didn't stop walking, clutching onto Sylas desperately despite knowing the man couldn't move for whatever reason. "Not going to happen, but you already knew that" he said as he glanced down at the man and lightly blew some of the dark strands of hair out of his face since he didn't have a free hand, Nicolai's breath unlike Sylas' was extremely warm. Once he got back to the manor, despite the broken windows he took him upstairs, assuming the little pain in the ass angel would follow him. Once upstairs he gently set Sylas on the bed and sighed "What happened to you? Why can't you move? I half expected when I kicked you that you'd rip my foot off" he joked halfheartedly before getting up and rummaging through Sylas' closet for some clean clothes as Sylas' were rather blood stained and dirty.


 

 

Lord Briarwood
"I would've ripped your bloody foot off" Sylas snarled, jade orbs narrowing in distaste. Exhibiting a very bitter side, which had been once buried beneath his manipulation and disguises. Although at the current moment - he had no wish to hold back anymore. "Wyrmwood. It was a side-effect of letting me live - the antidote he administered caused paralysis." Briarwood, aloof and prideful then began to let out a series of long, baritone growls. Each guttural from the back of his throat, as he watched Nicolai gather clothes. "Don't FUCKING TOUCH ME" The first time he'd sworn with such crude wording in front of the other male, and it had the tendons of his neck stand out by exertion and powerful boom of his voice. "I am no crippled, I do not need your care, and I do not want your care. If anyone should dress me, I'd prefer the butler. Do you understand? Or are you too bloody stupid to understand that either?" Sylas sneered. More than influenced by his incapacitation. 



 

 

Nicolai Rumancek


He seemingly ignored the mans growling and anger "Someone has control issues" he commented as he got out fresh clothes and tossed them on the bed before beginning to unbutton Sylas' shirt, sure he'd continue getting yelled at "Now you can lay here and be quiet and make this easier on yourself, or you can continue to yell and exhaust yourself. Either way is fine with me, Also I'm pretty sure your butler and maids are cleaning up the glass. I would rather not disturb them because you're being a control freak" he said plainly as his eyes met Sylas' for a moment before continuing to undress the man "I also need to assess the damage, that is if you haven't healed" he added under his breath


 

 

Lord Briarwood
"I would've ripped your bloody foot off" Sylas snarled, jade orbs narrowing in distaste. Exhibiting a very bitter side, which had been once buried beneath his manipulation and disguises. Although at the current moment - he had no wish to hold back anymore. "Wyrmwood. It was a side-effect of letting me live - the antidote he administered caused paralysis." Briarwood, aloof and prideful then began to let out a series of long, baritone growls. Each guttural from the back of his throat, as he watched Nicolai gather clothes. "Don't FUCKING TOUCH ME" The first time he'd sworn with such crude wording in front of the other male, and it had the tendons of his neck stand out by exertion and powerful boom of his voice. "I am no crippled, I do not need your care, and I do not want your care. If anyone should dress me, I'd prefer the butler. Do you understand? Or are you too bloody stupid to understand that either?" Sylas sneered. More than influenced by his incapacitation. 



 


((I shall sleep- assume smantha is running to catch up :3
 
Samantha run up to them, panting hard, but then managed to smile. "I-I'm alone, don't worry." She continued to pant, rubing her forehead. "Are you two alright?" @HumansArentReal @Finnick
 

Lord Briarwood
Mortified he was being undressed against his wishes, Sylas silently promised revenge in that gaze of his. "Stop. Now. Nicolai." His tone was sincere and sharp, each word cutting and sincere as he offered a steely addition to his intense stare. "The delightful Doctor already healed me, and rid me of any lasting scarring. Something I thought impossible -- so you can let go of me. Or I shall scream and shout bloody murder. This is not right, mutt. Even if I am a monster, this is against MY wishes. MY needs. I am conscious, and as long as I have my mind - I do not want to be undressed by the likes of you. If you proceed to persist, I will show you the same pain that your father delivered to your mother. Are we clear?"


@Finnick
 

Nicolai Rumancek


He raised an eyebrow, seeing as Samantha hadn't yet caught up yet. He leaned in close and smirked "You didn't seem opposed to the idea about 3 hours ago" he whispered, he was going to have fun with Sylas in this state, despite knowing it would likely end in his own demise. He rolled his eyes "You want to stay here in blood soaked clothes? Also getting it all over your bed?" he asked with a head tilt though the males shirt was already completely undone "I don't understand what  you're so upset about, Honestly" he said with a shake of his head "I'm not  going to do anything to you, you should know that" he added with a slightly suspicious glance, continuing to sit on the bed though he paused his actions "Stop playing the tough guy, Sylas. Just let me help you" he said in a more calm, almost begging tone. Perhaps the guilt of leaving, or threatening to was starting to get to him.


 

 

Nicolai Rumancek


He raised an eyebrow, seeing as Samantha hadn't yet caught up yet. He leaned in close and smirked "You didn't seem opposed to the idea about 3 hours ago" he whispered, he was going to have fun with Sylas in this state, despite knowing it would likely end in his own demise. He rolled his eyes "You want to stay here in blood soaked clothes? Also getting it all over your bed?" he asked with a head tilt though the males shirt was already completely undone "I don't understand what  you're so upset about, Honestly" he said with a shake of his head "I'm not  going to do anything to you, you should know that" he added with a slightly suspicious glance, continuing to sit on the bed though he paused his actions "Stop playing the tough guy, Sylas. Just let me help you" he said in a more calm, almost begging tone. Perhaps the guilt of leaving, or threatening to was starting to get to him.


 





 

((Gonna pass out - sorreh ;-;  reply when i can <3
 

Lord Briarwood


"If I had succeeded, you'd be a lovesick pup, following me around and hanging onto each word with utter trust that I was the kind and benevolent Lord Briarwood, everyone expects me to be." Sylas hissed, bearing his teeth which almost managed to snap his cheek after leaning in. Elongated canines with intent to harm. "I don't care what happens, I want to sleep, and I certainly don't need your help. Nor you and your smartass comments. I have dignity and pride, which although you misread, are incredibly important to me." Gazing towards the side, he exhaled, crestfallen and tired. Nine centuries upon his shoulders, making him appear gaunter and even slightly sickly. "Leave me be."


 

 
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Nicolai Rumancek


He narrowed his eyes "You may not be who everyone expects you to be but that doesn't make you a bad person" he said as he got up "That dignity and pride are what's going to get you killed someday" he said while turning  to look at him "Call it whatever you want but 'lovesick pup' is not what this is" he stated before crossing his arms "It's kind of sad, really" he remarked while glancing out the now-glassless windows "Nine hundred years and you still haven't learnt how to accept help when its offered to you, nor allow someone to care about you, and for what? Fear you're going to end up hurting them? Or that they are going to die eventually?" he asked with a slightly raised eyebrow while his gaze settled back on Sylas for the moment "I'm not like them, you aren't going to scare me away." he stated before turning to leave the room


 

 

Nyx Hazlett


He glared at him, despite the mans smile. "Why are you even bothering with this? Just kill me and get it over with" he taunted, not that Nyx wanted to die, oh no, but mostly because he had a feeling this man wouldn't do it. "You don't know me, or anything about me other than I tried to rob you so why are you so interested?" he huffed in annoyance


 





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Talbot Reeves - @Finnick


Talbot sat still for a moment. "Because I do not like taking away your free will. I do not like sending people to prison. I do not like being robbed. I am offering you the chance to justify what you did, show, if not repentance - humor at the slightly horrible turn of events for you, and then I want to offer you a get out of jail free card, along with a sign of goodwill - so as to dissuade violent retort." He sat back, and sipped the tea - smiling lightly.
 

Nyx Hazlett


He frowned slightly, unsure if this man was unusually nice or if he had an ulterior motive. "You're a strange man" he mumbled before nodding "What do you want to know?" He asked as he sighed in exasperation

 

Lord Briarwood
"You'll never replace her. You expect me to just, move on. I BROKE THE WORLD FOR HER. I will see my Delilah one day. I will bring her back." He replied, orbs of green filled with an unnatural insanity. 
He'd gone mad before he even realised it. Searching for a dead woman, long taken by death. 



"I'll bring her back, I'll bring her back, I'll bring her back." Gone from now, was a suave charismatic man, of logical thought and intelligence, but the raw and festering loss that fed off one's heart and led you into a dark oblivion. Sylas would tear apart the very fabric of heaven and hell in search of her. His villainy was founded through love. 


Lovers, writing their own fairy tale. One which ended so cruelly.


 


Do you remember the passage of those blissful days, Delilah, as clearly as I? Your dark eyes bright with tears, your delicate hand in my clumsy, shaking fingers, your trembling lips on the brink of promising me eternity. Promising me completion. That is how I will always remember you, Delilah – a little honey-drunk hummingbird, all speed and colour, entirely innocent of how I planned to break your heart.


 


@Finnick @Xena(?)
 

Nicolai Rumancek


He hesitated leaving after he heard the Lord ranting about some woman. He looked behind him and furrowed his brow "What are you talking about? Sylas" he said as he strut over to him and stared at him, snapping his fingers in front of his face, he could tell something was not right and perhaps the result of whatever that psychotic Doctor did, either way Nicolai didn't like it. "Hey" he growled and made the man look at him "I don't expect you to do anything but you can't start going insane on me, on Samantha" he said while narrowing his eyes as he said her name, then something clicked in his mind though he'd leave it there for now. "Listen to me...Sylvestris" he said in a surprisingly calm tone


 

 
Samantha stood there quietly. Watching intently. "I dont get why you're still pestering him... she whined. "Just leave Sylas alone, Nicolai. We can go to another room, but I think he needs to be alone." @HumansArentReal @Finnick
 

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