Marius gripped the flailing and frenzied kindred.

Vincent flailed helplessly and yet with a minor miracle, found his fangs positioned over his arm and bit deep, drinking with need of Marius' ancient blood. And yet, not enough to sate him.

As he easily hoisted the creature from its victim, he felt another presence.  This one felt angry. Bursting ( Read more... )

Smug. That is the best word I think to describe him. It encapsulates him. It summarizes and explains him.  It gives him the image of power. That he has the ability to be smug despite his faults. He carries his power with him on his sleeve.

He is oh so very very smug.

And jealous.

And foolish.

And aggravating.

And intelligent.

And blasphemous.

And ( Read more... )

He moves like a predator. Clearly exalted in his form and function. A lord indeed.

I think he would resent me, if he gave me a second thought. He tries to care little, but a sliver of my vitae swimming around his soul changes that. He cannot help but think well of me now, and I think that bothers him more than anything else. He loathes being servant ( Read more... )