RP with Sophie

May 15, 2005 23:42

Klaus bounds off to who knows where and I decide to first visit my bedroom before seeking out Sophie. Poor Sophie. Naive and so young still. She needs to be taught. I regrettably was not there to teach her things and apparently Nosferatu was too incompetant to take my place ( Read more... )

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ms_metternich May 16 2005, 04:51:28 UTC
I beam when I realize Vlad is here. He looks absolutely adorable.

"Master? You're home! When did you get in? Greta said you would be gone for another week or so. I've missed you."

I want to hug him but he looks rather upset so I don't. I'm a little worried. Did I do something wrong?

"Yes sir, what do we need to have a talk about?"

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xanderlucard May 16 2005, 05:01:39 UTC
I sit in the large black leather armchair across from the couch and cross my legs. She's not a business rival, so the usual ways of intimidation are out. Instead, I just watch her for a moment. I can feel that she's worried, which is good.

"Have you been hunting while I was away?" I ask gently. An easy question to start off with. I keep my voice even and unthreatening, though there's a certain anger rising inside.

If what Klaus thinks about her draining but not killing her victims is true, then I have problem that needs to be dealt with as soon as possible. I pray it's only a handful and not an entire legion.

That would be bad.

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ms_metternich May 16 2005, 05:14:57 UTC
Interesting question. I wonder why he is asking such a thing. He has never really asked me this type of question before. Did I do something wrong?

"Master, I really have not been hunting very much lately. Since you left this most recent time, I have hunted maybe four times."

Actually I think it was closer to three. I hope he doesn't think I am starving myself. No, I went out and found some bottled blood like that which Otis had in the icebox. Handy drink and it makes a wonderful pigment.

"I have been too busy painting and performing, so I was drinking quite a bit of bottled blood. Not the most pleasant stuff to drink, but the artist in me wanted to take over and for a while I could not be bothered by hunting. I did some paintings for you, they are up in my room. You will like them I think."

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xanderlucard May 16 2005, 05:34:43 UTC
Three or four times. So I would have to deal with only a handful of rogue vampires. Thank the devil for small favors, then.

"Sophie, when you drink from your victims, do you drain them completely?" I lean forward, hands folded and resting on my knee. "And if so, do you kill them? Sever their heads from their bodies?"

Still calm, still gentle. My temper is boiling just below the surface. This is an annoyance for which I've cut my vacation short. Sacrifices to be made, Vlad. Sacrifices.

Sacrifices for incompetance. And there would always be plenty of that in the world.

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ms_metternich May 16 2005, 05:57:59 UTC
I wonder why he has taken such a sudden interest in my hunting habits. I blink and get a very puzzled look on my face as I start to think back to the victims I have recently tasted ( ... )

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xanderlucard May 16 2005, 06:13:58 UTC
"I see ( ... )

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ms_metternich May 16 2005, 06:39:51 UTC
I stare at him and blink several times in succession. Rogue Vampires ( ... )

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xanderlucard May 16 2005, 23:56:31 UTC
"No."

I stand, brush my slacks off, despite the lack of fuzz, and look her directly in the eye.

"You will stay here this evening and read through my notes. Journals thirty-three through forty-two contain information about taking fledglings. Journals ninety-eight through one hundred and seven are about the destruction of one's enemies and how to properly dispose of... food. I will take care of these things myself, as it's my own lack of parentage which has caused this mess."

I wait for her acknowledgement.

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ms_metternich May 17 2005, 00:10:24 UTC
I open my eyes and I notice that he is staring at me. He has beautiful eyes.

"Yes, sir."

I am so doomed. I was going to practice the viola tonight, but this is more important than anything else. I will make him proud of me if it kills me.

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xanderlucard May 17 2005, 00:13:53 UTC
"Good."

I move across the room and stop in front of her. Frowning, I crouch down and look up at her, cupping her chin in my hand. "This is not entirely your fault. Learn from your mistake."

Then I leave in order to prepare myself for that evening.

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