I along with most of the others chose to come along to show our solidarity with our Lords. We are a newly formed clan and we need to show to others that we are a well oiled unit. Plus of course some were curious.
I was not one of them. I am probably one of the oldest here and not many of their names are new to me. I know most of the history surrounding the main players. Over the centuries I have absorbed much knowledge. It pays to keep informed.
One of them I am not overly familiar with I notice keeps looking over at me. That might be because I keep looking at him. He is quite attractive and by smell I can tell he is family to Dragos whom I do know of. The troubled brother I have heard of perhaps.
I reach into my jacket and take out my cigarettes. The silence and tension in here is a little over done. I take one out and pop it in my mouth then from around it I speak. I have had enough of all this. I hold the pack out. "Anyone else?"
A few of his own clan members take him up on it but none of my own. I look at Dragos telling him I could learn from his touch. He tilts his head and narrows his eyes at me. He knows I not only just want to smoke but I am curious.
I push off the wall and take an offered cigarette, my fingers slightly touching his. Nothing - perhaps he is bored with all of this. Placing the smoke to my lips I ask, "You have light yes?"
My eyebrow goes up slightly at his very thick accent as I nod my head yes. Yes I would say this is Vadim the troubled brother. I put the packet back into my jacket pocket and take out my lighter, strike it and hold it out to the tip of his cigarette as he pops it in his mouth.
He draws in, his eyes looking up at mine, his hand curling around the back of mine to hold the flame steady, then once lit he pulls back and blows out a stream of smoke. I light up and do the same then toss the lighter to Stefan. "Your brother.." I motion with my hand towards where Dragos leans against the wall watching us with an odd expression in his eyes. "Is he in pain?"
I choke on the smoke I was exhaling and laugh at the same time. Looking back at Dragos I see what I expected, he does not approve. Turning back to this magnificent find I smile.
"I do not conduct myself the same as my brother," interesting he knew but then again the vampire's sense of smell is strong, "he would prefer to observe where as I," I look him up and down, "would rather interact."
Holding out my hand I bow slightly, "Vadim Rudakov."
Dragos is telling me to back off that this is not the Dating Game. He amuses me so.
I reach out and take his hand giving it a gentle squeeze. "Ahhh yes. It is my pleasure..." Then I introduce myself. "Boudewijn, but you can just call me Bed." The corner of my lips curl into a smile. "I much prefer it."
I release his hand and draw mine back as I look around the room. I can see the curious glances of the others watching us. "Seems we have quite the audience."
I smirk at his nick name, I very much prefer it as well.
Looking back at my brothers and his I feel right at home. I am used to being the center of attention, usually for all the wrong reasons. An audience makes it all the more fun.
"A shared smoke and polite conversation is not what any of us had in mind when we agreed to accompany our Lords."
I notice the quirk in his eyebrow and shrug a shoulder as I take a drag, "I do not mind an audience, you?"
I smirk as I take a draw on my cigarette. "That depends on the particular audience." I motion with my hand once again around the room. "This one is too tense, too uptight, no joy in them. They seem an unfriendly lot."
I point towards the closed doors our Lords disappeared through. "The reason of course being behind those doors." I shrug. "But to me they are just doors and until they open I see no reason to dwell on what goes on behind them."
I look back to him and smile. "My Lords have not forbidden me to consort with the enemy." I chuckle softly. "And what better way to know your enemy but to consort. Wouldn't you say that is sound logic?"
I lean in and smirk, "Consorting with enemy is good. I very much like your logic Bed."
Looking to Dragos I smile and chuckle as he shakes his head slightly looking very much the picture of decorum. "I know the past of our clans, but do not see why we should be enemies."
Looking into his eyes I once again try to get some sense of him, but again nothing, "You are very strong my friend, not an easy one to read... a challenge. I like that."
Just as I finish my sentence however raised voices are heard through the thick double doors the hide our Lords from our view. Many of the members of both clans stand and tense ready for anything.
I blow out a few rings of smoke, "Such passion among us."
I look to the noise behind the doors. I will not speak ill of either of our Lords. I hope that soon this will be behind them and they can see past their differences to the well being of the clans. Divided like this it weakens them, but side by side our two families would be quite a powerful alliance.
"Yes, family involves so much passion." I glance back to him. "Especially between brothers." I shift my gaze back towards the arguing. "Sometimes it is hard to see past the intensity of this passion to what can so easily be lost."
I sigh softly as the noise seems to settle down then look back to Vadim. "I know where Lord Kenta keeps his wine..."
His words strike very close to home, I wonder if he knows just how close.
I smile at his mention of the wine, "We are like minded indeed. Perhaps we can set example for our brothers."
Also with some wine in him perhaps I can get a better feel for him. I like him very much. I would not appreciate having to keep my distance from him. I do hope our Lords realize what is important.
I smile broadly at him. "Then it is an example we shall set."
I know Lord Kenta, like Lord Gaspard keeps an extensive wine cellar. Unlike the latter Lord Kenta is a gracious host and would not mind too much me appreciating his collection by sampling it.
With one final look around the room I look back to him as I push off the wall and drop my cigarette into a nearby ashtray. I smirk softly at him. "Follow me." With that I walk out through the open door leaving the tension of the room behind. In just a few seconds I feel him step up beside me.
I look at him quite conspiratoraly. "I feel so naughty sneaking off like this but what is life without some adventure, yes." I gesture around us as we walk. "Plus it would be such a waste to not enjoy the magnificance of this place. Lord Kenta has exquisite taste."
I cut my eyes to him. "As such I find it hard to believe you have not been a guest here before." I smile and look away.
I am too to be honest. Although Lord Kenta is not known for having trouble makers in his mist. From what I have learned over the years Lord Kenta likes to stir up trouble himself.
The entire palace speaks of sensuality and romance. Many of his members are sitting about and each is very attractive in almost all are in some state of erotic pleasure.
I look at Bed, "I have not made myself... available to Lord Kenta shall we say. But the atmosphere is very much to my liking. You have been guest before yes?"
I cut my eyes to him as we come to the top of the stairs that lead down to the lower levels. I give a small cheeky smile. "I do know where the wine cellar is."
With that I start down the stairs. "And that it is cool and dimly lit but quite cosily laid out." I chuckle and glance back over my shoulder at him as I take the steps a couple at a time. "Like I said Lord Kenta has exquisite taste."
I leer at him, "I very much like Lord Kenta... his taste is indeed exquisite."
I watch him as he chooses a wine, uncorks it and pours us each a glass. The candle light reflecting of the deep rich mahogany walls sets a feeling of arousal, or perhaps it is just Bed.
Sitting on a plush sofa I run my hand over it's soft velvet cover, "Such indulgence," I look up at him as he stands before me and hands me my glass, "should not be wasted no?"
The wine hits my tongue and it is almost as satisfying as ward rich blood. I must get to know Lord Kenta better! I close my eyes and let the sense of the wine wash over me then open my eyes and look at Bed.
Sitting down my glass I take his from his hand meeting his eyes with their arches brows, "Remember I like to partake, not merely observe."
Placing his glass next to mine I slip my hand behind his neck and lean in taking in his scent I moan softly and speak Russian, "Come together in seas of pure passion," I place a kiss on the corner of his lips, "sliding back against flesh melting into oceans of inhibitions eroding away," I pull back and look into his eyes, "come crashing into me inside..."
I was not one of them. I am probably one of the oldest here and not many of their names are new to me. I know most of the history surrounding the main players. Over the centuries I have absorbed much knowledge. It pays to keep informed.
One of them I am not overly familiar with I notice keeps looking over at me. That might be because I keep looking at him. He is quite attractive and by smell I can tell he is family to Dragos whom I do know of. The troubled brother I have heard of perhaps.
I reach into my jacket and take out my cigarettes. The silence and tension in here is a little over done. I take one out and pop it in my mouth then from around it I speak. I have had enough of all this. I hold the pack out. "Anyone else?"
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I push off the wall and take an offered cigarette, my fingers slightly touching his. Nothing - perhaps he is bored with all of this. Placing the smoke to my lips I ask, "You have light yes?"
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He draws in, his eyes looking up at mine, his hand curling around the back of mine to hold the flame steady, then once lit he pulls back and blows out a stream of smoke. I light up and do the same then toss the lighter to Stefan. "Your brother.." I motion with my hand towards where Dragos leans against the wall watching us with an odd expression in his eyes. "Is he in pain?"
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"I do not conduct myself the same as my brother," interesting he knew but then again the vampire's sense of smell is strong, "he would prefer to observe where as I," I look him up and down, "would rather interact."
Holding out my hand I bow slightly, "Vadim Rudakov."
Dragos is telling me to back off that this is not the Dating Game. He amuses me so.
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I release his hand and draw mine back as I look around the room. I can see the curious glances of the others watching us. "Seems we have quite the audience."
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Looking back at my brothers and his I feel right at home. I am used to being the center of attention, usually for all the wrong reasons. An audience makes it all the more fun.
"A shared smoke and polite conversation is not what any of us had in mind when we agreed to accompany our Lords."
I notice the quirk in his eyebrow and shrug a shoulder as I take a drag, "I do not mind an audience, you?"
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I point towards the closed doors our Lords disappeared through. "The reason of course being behind those doors." I shrug. "But to me they are just doors and until they open I see no reason to dwell on what goes on behind them."
I look back to him and smile. "My Lords have not forbidden me to consort with the enemy." I chuckle softly. "And what better way to know your enemy but to consort. Wouldn't you say that is sound logic?"
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Looking to Dragos I smile and chuckle as he shakes his head slightly looking very much the picture of decorum. "I know the past of our clans, but do not see why we should be enemies."
Looking into his eyes I once again try to get some sense of him, but again nothing, "You are very strong my friend, not an easy one to read... a challenge. I like that."
Just as I finish my sentence however raised voices are heard through the thick double doors the hide our Lords from our view. Many of the members of both clans stand and tense ready for anything.
I blow out a few rings of smoke, "Such passion among us."
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"Yes, family involves so much passion." I glance back to him. "Especially between brothers." I shift my gaze back towards the arguing. "Sometimes it is hard to see past the intensity of this passion to what can so easily be lost."
I sigh softly as the noise seems to settle down then look back to Vadim. "I know where Lord Kenta keeps his wine..."
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I smile at his mention of the wine, "We are like minded indeed. Perhaps we can set example for our brothers."
Also with some wine in him perhaps I can get a better feel for him. I like him very much. I would not appreciate having to keep my distance from him. I do hope our Lords realize what is important.
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I know Lord Kenta, like Lord Gaspard keeps an extensive wine cellar. Unlike the latter Lord Kenta is a gracious host and would not mind too much me appreciating his collection by sampling it.
With one final look around the room I look back to him as I push off the wall and drop my cigarette into a nearby ashtray. I smirk softly at him. "Follow me." With that I walk out through the open door leaving the tension of the room behind. In just a few seconds I feel him step up beside me.
I look at him quite conspiratoraly. "I feel so naughty sneaking off like this but what is life without some adventure, yes." I gesture around us as we walk. "Plus it would be such a waste to not enjoy the magnificance of this place. Lord Kenta has exquisite taste."
I cut my eyes to him. "As such I find it hard to believe you have not been a guest here before." I smile and look away.
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The entire palace speaks of sensuality and romance. Many of his members are sitting about and each is very attractive in almost all are in some state of erotic pleasure.
I look at Bed, "I have not made myself... available to Lord Kenta shall we say. But the atmosphere is very much to my liking. You have been guest before yes?"
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With that I start down the stairs. "And that it is cool and dimly lit but quite cosily laid out." I chuckle and glance back over my shoulder at him as I take the steps a couple at a time. "Like I said Lord Kenta has exquisite taste."
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I watch him as he chooses a wine, uncorks it and pours us each a glass. The candle light reflecting of the deep rich mahogany walls sets a feeling of arousal, or perhaps it is just Bed.
Sitting on a plush sofa I run my hand over it's soft velvet cover, "Such indulgence," I look up at him as he stands before me and hands me my glass, "should not be wasted no?"
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I slide the bottle out of the rack then uncork it and pour.
Such indulgence
I walk over and stand in front of him and hold out the glass.
should not be wasted no?
The light from the candles reflects in his eyes as I smile at him and he takes the glass from me. "No it should not."
I sit beside him making myself comfortable then hold my glass up towards his. "A toast to indulgence then it is."
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The wine hits my tongue and it is almost as satisfying as ward rich blood. I must get to know Lord Kenta better! I close my eyes and let the sense of the wine wash over me then open my eyes and look at Bed.
Sitting down my glass I take his from his hand meeting his eyes with their arches brows, "Remember I like to partake, not merely observe."
Placing his glass next to mine I slip my hand behind his neck and lean in taking in his scent I moan softly and speak Russian, "Come together in seas of pure passion," I place a kiss on the corner of his lips, "sliding back against flesh melting into oceans of inhibitions eroding away," I pull back and look into his eyes, "come crashing into me inside..."
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