Respect your Elders [open]

[Nikolaos]

It was the way that the gut twisted that first alerted him to his hunger. It did not come as often as it once did now. He had endured enough centuries to rarely need to feed, let alone bother eating normal food. It was a strange thing to think with all the different legends of nosferatu that he would be able to eat things, enjoy the flavors and textures he had as a man still today.

It had been so long. Far long since he had been a mortal man. He was older than almost every other vampire around at that point. He knew of very few who lasted as long as he. He was not even certain if his sire still made her way around. It was not good to think of her. Nor was it to think of the creature that he had unfortunately sired.

He was farther than most could have dreamed to make it. Advisor to the King. Yes they called it Elder, but he rarely liked to think of it that way. It made him feel aged, though he was greatful that another had to deal with the things that he would rather not. Nikolaos had never wanted to be a leader, not even in his mortal life. Back then being the son of a Lord had had its benefits, but being the younger son was better than it was otherwise.

He was within his chambers, sitting before the soft glow of his computer. He had been monitoring various activities in the area recently. He kept an eye on the different things that happened in the town on the other side, as well as the surrounding area. Even the smallest bit of news or rumors was rarely ignored. The wonders of the modern world required him not to leave his quarters in order to figure out what was going on in the world.

The weapons of this age were something to marvel at also. He had managed to find a guy who worked in one of the government branches to help him with some of the harder to get fire-power so that they could have something to truly surprise the mutts with. Nik was not truly as interested in battle as he was in his younger days. Not with all the new toys and advances the humans had come up with. They were seeming to have a purpose other than food lately.

It was almost a hypocrite thought on his part. He had been a human just about nine centuries ago. But something about how he acted had made the creature choose him. He could not completely understand what it was, but it was why he found himself the way that he did.

The light glow illuminated the harsh lines on his face and made his pale blonde hair glow even more. He frowned as he clicked through the different news reports for the day. Nothing interesting at this point. No hint to what could be going on in the other realm. He rubbed a hand over his face then pressed a few keys to turn the electronic piece off.

It was probably time for him to venture from his room so that he could go out and get something to eat. He moved away from his desk in a smooth movement, and started toward his nearby wardrobe. Currently he only had on a pair of dark gray sweatpants, nothing else over his body. His body was almost a little more lean than would be expected of a warrior of old. The old black tattoo between his shoulder blades had been placed on his skin without the latest tools that they had now. It had been just crude ink, and a stick with spikes on it.

Pain was something very few of the newer generation could understand fully.

He pulled out a nice pair of slacks, and a red silk shirt, changing from the sweatpants into that clothing. He grabbed his dark brown trench coat and grabbed a few random weapons. A Bereta, two decent sized hunting knives and a 9 mm handgun were set in different places on his person. Less than he usually carried, especially with the trench coat but he did not expect too much to come in his way that day.

Once he was set, he made his way out of his quarters, locking the door behind him then set off down the hall. It would likely surprise most those he came across that he actually was not in his room. The element of surprise. It never failed to work in his favor.

[Brietta]

Brietta opened her large blue eyes and glanced around her room. She reached over to grab Teddy but he wasn't there. She frantically hopped up and started looking through her covers. He wasn't there. Brietta was at the crying point when she looked down at the floor. The pink and white Teddy was laying there. Brietta figured she must have kicked it off her bed in her sleep. She hopped off her of bed and grabbed the teddy bear in her arms, embracing it in a hug. "And this is why I don't sleep." She grumbled.

She didn't bother making her bed, that was the maid's job anyway. She walked over to her dresser and pulled a black dress out. It was black with white trim. It came up above her knees. Normally she would wear a pair of stockings or tights with her dresses, but Brietta was in a slutty mood. Which wasn't anything un normal for her. I mean, she is Tenerberes' daughter, after all.

She set teddy on the bed and walked over to her dresser. She picked two ribbons out and then her brush. Her brushed her hair a few times and pulled half of it up. Putting the ribbons on after it was pulled up. Her old black ballet flats were the next thing to go on. They laced up about half way below her knee with a black ribbon. The were older and wore but Brietta refused to get rid of them. Her dad even offered to get her a new pair, many times. But for some reason, Brietta was attached to these shoes.

She started to do her makeup. She really didn't need any, but she put it on any way. Her eyeliner was thick and cat like, it matched her very well. Next thing to go one was her smoky gray eye shadow. It showed up very well, next to her pale skin. Once she was done with that, she put her ribbon choker around her neck.

One quick glance in the mirror and she was out the door. She quickly stopped and turned on her heels when she remembered Teddy was still in her room. She ran back in and picked the stuffed bear up. Grabbed it's hand and letting it dangle as she skipped down the stairs.

It was quiet in the castle, which was not normal. She guessed the vampires went to sleep last night. No, Vampires didn't need sleep. But they could sleep. It was a great way to pass time. Because when you're a vampire, you have alot of time on your hands.

She heard a noise coming from one of the elders rooms and she knocked on the door before opening it. She saw which elder it was and gave a slight wave. "Hello, Nikolaos. " She greeted and she walked in. Brietta didn't even ask. She was the princess, and if Nikolaos didn't like it, then he could deal with it.


She sat on his massive bed and tilted her head. "How're you on this fine morning?" she asked. Her child like tone coming through a little bit.

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Sorry it sucks
Here is the Dress
Minus the strange freaky girl xD

[Nikolaos]

It would appear that the pale haired man would not actually get out of his quarters before they were invaded. He could not say that he was completely pleased to have a visit from Brietta. It was not exactly his idea of a good time. He preferred to be solitary more than deal with the rest of his kind. And there was something undeniably odd about the girl.

Still, he was not about to be cruel in any manner. While he delighted in battle, Nik was not in any way a cruel man by nature. He usually was fairly calm and easy to get along with when he wished to be social. He stayed near the closet within his room that housed a fraction of his weapons collection. It was the ones that he used the most and enjoyed the most that were kept within his room. He had hidden others around the castle and within the metal contraptions he owned.

It was hard to say when something would come in handy.

He pulled out a .45 and turned it about, checking the chip idly as the Princess settled herself down on his bed. "Good evening, Brietta." His voice was a tenor with a lightly cultured accent to it. Once upon a time that was a stark and strong british accent, but since that day it had gotten muddled as time went on. This one had a full clip. He set the gun back down and pulled out another, repeating the process.

"I was just planning to go out for something to eat." He left it at that, not offering for her to join him. He was smarter than that. He knew that she would either invite herself along, or she would decide that he needed to join her in some other venture. It was hard to say with the young girl. She was about as predictable as another young woman he knew.

His gaze turned toward the window, out toward the world. He still regretted that mistake with so much of his life. He did not think that the other vampires cared. She was more than willing to play with those that came in her wake, and delighted in torture. In fact she was rather skilled in that art. He watched her do it once, but that was the end of it.

Some things truly are too much for even the most seasoned warrior to handle. He glanced back toward the young woman, closing his weapons closet and pressing the lock to secure it. "What finds you here?"[/size][/font]

[Brietta]

The princess was bored. That was a fact. And going and bothering an elder was the only thing she could do to occupy herself. Brietta rather liked bothering people. Weather she knew she was bothering them or not. Even if she knew she was. The blonde girl could really care less. The annoyed person would just have to deal with it. And if they gave Brietta any lip about it, she would make their life a living hell. And don't think Brietta wouldn't do that. This is King Teneberes' daughter we're talking about. She would have your head quicker then you could spit.

sitting on the Elder's bed, she graped teddy firmly. "good evening, Brietta" Nik said. Brietta tilted her head slightly while swinging her legs back and forth like a child on a swing set. "It's evening?" Brietta asked. "Oh dear. I've slept longer then I thought." Brietta said. More to herself then anyone. She tugged at her dress slightly, pulling it down because it rode up a little when she sat down.

" I was just planning to go out for something to eat." Said Nik. Brietta wasn't hungry, but very bored. "That sounds like a whole lot of fun." Brietta said before continuing. "Where are you planning on hunting?" She asked. There were good spots for hunting in the human word, but if you were looking for just a snack, then the vampiric world would do. Being they had small animals running around in the forest.

Brietta was un sure of how those animals got there and how they lived in Shi falls. The water wasn't good for them and there wasn't alot for them to eat. But some how, they never died out. Thing like this were things that Brietta's empty mind thought about. Not that she wasn't smart. Brietta had 150 years of knowledge, but she just didn't show it.

And it wasn't that whole 'I'm blonde so I'm going to act dumb' act that alot of girls put on. It was simply Brietta's nature to act this way. To act like a child. And nothing any one could say or do would take that away from her.

[Nikolaos]

He had watched Brietta grow up. Having that long of a time to observe and watch someone allowed a person to know what their habits were. He hardly batted an eye at her unique tendencies. It was not his place to do such a thing. She was how she would always be and he doubted that any one could change it. She was the Princess. The next to be ruler of the Vampires.

Part of him actually dreaded that day, but he still held out some hope.

It never took long to be certain he had everything that he would need to defend himself against man and beast alike. Given his age and habits that he had picked up, it was not hard for others to suspect what he was, to wonder and perhaps in ways get a bit too curious. As far as the wolves, they always knew. If it wasn't the scent it was just the feeling they could get from one another. It was hardly a challenge to pick out the otherworldly in others when you knew what to look for.

He glanced toward the window. Yes. It was night. He was not mistaken. Nik rarely was a morning person, let alone a daytime person. It was simply who he was. It was easier to keep things hidden when one went from the one world to the other when it was darker. And to hide what other deeds could be done in not so private corners of the world.

He glanced back toward the blond woman when she questioned him, nodding his head in response. "I have not fed in some time." His answer were always very direct and short. He did not doubt that she'd understand what he was speaking of. A snack would hardly do anything to help him with the hunger he was feeling. No. It would need to be something much stronger than that in order to deal with the feeling that was brewing.

He secured his coat around his body, making his way slowly toward the door.

Now came the question. Did he offer for her to come along with him or did he merely leave? It was not any sort of need to make the Princess happy that made him pause. She always got her way. It was simple like that. No, it was how he had been raised to be polite that stopped him up. It was rude to merely leave. He had little doubt if she wanted to, she would have followed him, but he still felt compelled to do more than merely walk out.

He glanced back to where she was sitting. "Did you need something from me?" He knew the answer was no. Still. Since she was the Princess, it was not out of character to ask it. Her wish was the will of the others. Keeping her happy so that her father stayed happy with you was not a bad idea. They catered to her needs as much as they did his. Keeping them happy kept them alive.

And one as old as he was did not keep aging without looking out for themselves and their health.