by web. » Mon Oct 21, 2019 12:59 pm
Nikos Galen | cismale | 177 | vampire member | location; the manor | tags: Valerie Jin
Nikos had been visiting the mansion just to pick up a few trinkets from his room. Although he was still part of the coven, he did not live with them. He found most of the members to be too boring, too dead-- and oftentimes, too young. Sure, there were older vampires than him in the coven, but a lot of times they were turned at a younger age than him. Since their body freezes at that point- so does their minds. He would rather spend time with the humans in his bar, who pretended to be 'forever 21'. It was easier than having to sit and listen to the blood-drinkers, whose only good blackout drunk story came from 200 years ago. He hated the back in my time... stories, only because he lived back then. What was so great about the 1800s, the 1900s? Nothing- it was just injustice after injustice, homophobia, racial discrimination- most of the vampires in his coven were lucky to be white, lucky they didn't have to hide as the world around them changed.
So he was a little less than apprehensive when it came to spending time at the manor. He loved the furniture, the antiquity of it- but the annoyance he felt when spending time with the coven was enough to make the aesthetic worthless.
He drew a line in the dust off of his desk with his finger, snorting as he brushed it off his hand. Fishing in his pocket for the key, he unlocked the tortoiseshell lockbox on his desk and carefully opened it. Inside was a variety of things- valuable pens, sealed envelopes, carefully folded letters- all of which were a ruse. They shouted 'take me, take me! i'll fetch you a pretty penny' which was their only intention. Carefully placing his thumb on the left side of the box, he pressed a switch and removed the bottom panel carefully. In the base of the box, now revealed, sat a small red leatherbound journal, with gold embroidered letters that read 'Galen' across the front. He picked it up, opening it carefully to look over the scrawls of french before smiling to himself. The book was filled to the brim with poetry, all of which was written by his mother, all of which was beautiful in every way. It was one of his most prized possessions, but it was not what he was coming to the manor for. Placing the book carefully on the desk, he picked up the one thing left in the box- a small gold locket adorned with a ruby, with a matching gold chain. It fit delicately in the palm of his hand, and he ran a thumb over the ruby before opening it. Inside were two pictures- one, a portrait of Emilio Vernon, the Italian servant of his mother, his former lover- and another, a portrait of his mother.
Raising it to his neck, Nikos put on the necklace and hid the small locket under the collar of his dark brown shirt. Adjusting his leather jacket, he smoothed the fur lined collar of it before placing the book back the box and shutting the compartment. He locked it quickly, pocketing the key. Running a hand through his hair, the vampire stepped out into the hall and shut his door.
It was then he heard the echo of a voice, one he did not recognize. He stopped, listening in the direction it came from. They were downstairs, but that was all he could tell. No heartbeat, nothing of that sort- so, a vampire. Either they were a member of the coven, which was the most reasonable explanation, or it was a huge coincidence that a lone vampire made its way into the heart of coven territory. He decided on the most reasonable choice.
"Hello?" He called back, making his way down the staircase into the main hall. It took him less than a minute to get back to where the sliding glass doors were, and he stopped as soon as he saw the young vampire holding a bloodied arm. "Jesus, what happened to you?" he chuckled, keeping his distance from the stranger. She didn't look confused, which probably meant she was a part of the coven, and from the looks of it- she was newly turned. Or recently turned, at least within the last year. He didn't approach or make any motions to get a first aid kit, he just stood watching her with slightly narrowed eyes.