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||Greyfell Vampire||Age- 428 Years||Romantic Interests- N/A||Gender- Male||Tags- Rowena||

Aiden watched with an unreadable gaze as his sister sat across from him after she had draped the room in a blissful darkness and lit a single lamp to barely illuminate the lounge. The cold embrace of the shadows once more welcomed his senses seductively as he allowed the atmosphere to calm his sudden stoic disposition. A subtle sigh escaped from tight lips as he allowed himself to grow content within the more comfortable room now, his gaze flickering momentarily to his sibling's movement to do the same as she removed her more restraining attire and allowed her dark bangs to drape freely down pale features, all the while returning his previous teasing with some of her own, which brought forth a few solemn chuckles that echoed deeply from his chest. Rarely did the two get the chance these days to sit so silently, yet openly, alone in each other's presence-- it was a welcoming reprieve, but one that did not last long as he informed her of the recent letter he had received and who was to arrive within a day's time.

All Aiden could do was tilt his head slightly with a faint smile as he enjoyed his sibling's spirited comments about their master and that of their father. Especially of their father. However, Rowena rarely lost her temper so vehemently and Aiden was inwardly alerted as her composure flickered between that of an angry predator of the night and of the young lady Greyfell. It was not an encouraging sign, one that alluded that they were slowly losing their grip on their once controlled forms as he allowed her to fume and curse till she was adequately spent. Her threats and unbridled fury soon extinguished as soon as it came, before she came to an abrupt rest on his own sofa, her once adamant posture of poise and refine now quivering as she hung her head-- unable to make it back to her seat as Aiden's once faint smile now abruptly turned into a serious frown.

The man's once carefree and teasing features had suddenly hardened and turned bitterly cold while thin brows knit into quiet concern as his sibling now spoke in the faintest of whispers. He could hear the underlying fear of madness within her voice as she expressed what he already knew all too well. They were starving to death, it was painful and slowly driving them mad, but sure enough they were beginning to resort back to that first time when they had fed after turning. That moment when reality was blurred with the intense lust for blood. To feed. To gorge. To consume it all...

For a moment Aiden had lost himself on that dark train of thought alone as he felt his predatory being grow eager and giddy at such an alluring prospect that he secretly desired above all else these days. However, such foreboding instincts that were threatening to overcome him as of late were instantly quelled as he drew himself closer to his sibling, allowing long but comforting slender fingers to brush back a strand of dark hair so that he could see her distraught features-- an act he had done many times before when they were young when his sibling was frightened or hurt. "Forgive me Rowena. I have neglected to see just how much you've been suffering alone as of late..." Aiden spoke in the softest of whispers reserved for her alone, "My one duty is to make sure you and the rest of our family is kept safe, and one of those simplest of tasks is to make sure you are never to go this long without feeding..." His voice suddenly grew deep and threatening as he forced their eyes to meet, his gaze alight with something unreadable yet familiar and distant at the same time, "And rest assured, I will make sure to do what is necessary so that you do not suffer much longer."

He paused briefly as his voice continued to murmur in an almost inaudible tone, the previous intensity now fading from his words into something far darker and almost pleading, but with a hint of unease as well. "Rowena... do you ever miss those days of old when..." He stopped, looking away for but a moment before he decided not to reveal his intentions that had been plaguing him so as of late. No matter what the extent of his ambitions were, he could not bring himself to concern his sibling with his personal affairs that he kept so adamantly locked away these days. That was a matter he needed to be kept to himself, despite how much he greatly wished to confide in the other.

It was almost as if the young man were alluding to something much darker before his intense gaze suddenly narrowed into a teasing sly glint. "Sorry, just reminiscing is all-- don't mind me. Now, you know I would never allow you to attend such a prestigious beneficiary without your dear brother by your side? How much do you wish to bet those other aristocrats will be there as well? I'd wager a few of our fellow kin will be also making an appearance. I refuse to have them show me up when you are to be at your finest." It was a poor attempt to change the subject so suddenly, but one that also stated, without outright stating so of course, that Aiden would be there to help his sister tonight and to offer her his full support if things were to go array. "We'll worry about Lord Malcom and our father's visit once we get back, but for now, dear sister," Aiden stood slowly before coming to a stop right before her, his hand outstretched with that usual charming smile of his to give her all the assurance she desired from him, "Let us both get ready for this conveniently tempting hospital beneficiary of yours."

Outwardly Aiden made sure he was the picture of assurance that his sibling could rely upon without fault. However, inwardly the man was combating far darker intentions that he hoped would be quelled for just a bit longer. The recent murders and investigating mortals were of course on his mind as well, but Aiden had made a promise to his sibling... one he intended to keep and make good on his word no matter the cost...

[Little Rebel]

Sophia M. Winslow
the Loveable Newborn.

-Full Name;; Sophia Michelle Winslow
-Nickname;; Sophie
-Age;; 15 Yrs Old
-Species;; Newborn Vampire
-Mood;; Hesitant
-Location;; Post Office
-Tagged;; Elijah Wytherin
-Word Count;; 723 Words

I have been fortunate for good health, He said, accepting her proffered hand. She stiffened briefly as his fingers wrapped around hers, enveloping her small hand in his larger one. The warmth of his light, respectful grip was like a punch to the gut. The pain in her throat flared and with great effort, she forced her smile to stay firm. It wouldn't do to show him her true nature now. Taking a shallow breath-which was weird and kind of uncomfortable since she no longer needed to breath-she lifted her gaze to his. Except he wasn't looking into her eyes. He was studying her gloves with a perplexed kind of look on his face... as if he couldn't figure out why she was wearing gloves. It wasn't cold out; in fact it was pleasantly warm. So she could see why her wearing gloves might be seen as odd. If she was human, she might be breathless with worry. Would he piece together all of her oddities? He was only human, but Lady Neville had warned her of Vampire Hunters. She studied him, then dismissed the ridiculous notion. Even if there were Vampire Hunters, Mr. Wytherin was not one of them. He was too kind, too charming. There didn't seem to be a mean bone in his body. Pulling her hand from his grip, she gave him an airy smile. I got a bit chilly. She explained. He still seemed perplexed, but after an agonizingly long moment he looked up and smiled at her.

With all that's going on lately, it would not be wise to let you wander the streets home alone at this time, He said simply, apparently taking her word for it.

Sophia's lips twitched up, the corners of her mouth curving into an amused smile. She knew he meant well; he was wholly unaware of the danger that he was in. But the thought that she, Lady Sophia Winslow, needed help from a mere mortal, even a male mortal, was hilarious. Even now, after less than a week, she was aware that she possessed a strength no human could combat. If anyone dared attack her, she would laugh in their face, then snap their neck like a twig. No, her reasoning for asking Elijah Wytherin was purely predatory. The scent of his blood was tantalizingly close and her fangs pressed impatiently against her gums as if they too could sense his blood. Shall we, milady? He asks, extending his arm. She runs a tongue briefly over her teeth before flashing him a charming smile. Good; all square, blunt, and human. Her fangs were staying put for the time being.

We shall, she said in that lilting, musical voice of hers as she slid her arm through his. She allowed him to guide her from the post office and out into the gathering darkness. The Townhouse Sophie was currently staying at with her family while their estate was being renovated was only a few blocks away but there were plenty of shadowy alleys between their location and their destination that she wasn't too concerned. As long as her guild didn't get the better of her, she should be able to go home without having to worry about hurting her mum or one of the maids. They walked in silence for a few moments, passing other couples out and about. She could almost imagine she were out on a date with Mr. Wytherin. A preposterous thought, of course. For one, she was a Noblewoman of the Highest Degree, distantly related to the Queen of England. Her destiny was an arranged marriage to some Duke or Prince or other High Class Noble... not going on a date with a New Money nobody who tailored suits for a living. She didn't particularly care what his occupation was; he was making an honest living for himself and that's what counted. But her parents would never allow it. Aside from that, he was also her dinner tonight. No matter how bad she felt about hurting him, it was-as Lady Neville had intoned many times-a necessity. Uncomfortable with the new direction her thoughts had taken, she blurted out the first thing that came to her mind. You are from the American Colonies. Isn't that right, Mr. Wytherin? What's it like there, if I may be so bold?

Victoria E. Warren
the Discarded.

-Full Name;; Victoria Esme Warren
-Nickname;; Tori, Tori Mae
-Age;; 22 Yrs Old
-Species;; Human
-Mood;; Annoyed
-Location;; Greyfall Estate
-Tagged;; Aiden & Rowena Greyfall
-Word Count;; 1487 Words

Tori watched with vast relief as the last customer of the day waved goodbye and exited the small bakery. Closing time. Now, all she had to do was lock up and clean and then she was free. It wasn't that she hated the work she did; she loved the bakery. It was where she had spent a good portion of her childhood, studying or reading or practicing her Violin. It was... home. In more ways than one. She hadn't been born to this life, but this life had chosen her nonetheless and she couldn't be more grateful. Walking out from behind the counter, she flipped the lock on the door then turned to survey what needed to be done. It was methodical work; the kind she liked the best. She had to wipe off the counters, put the extra bread away, sweep the floors, clean the windows, and feet the cat. Even now, Salem the shop cat, wound around her ankles meowing impatiently. Sweeping her thick, chestnut hair back, she tied it into a ponytail and set to work. She filled Salem's bowls with water and leftover soup for his dinner then grabbed a clean rag to wipe down the counters. When that was done, she did the tables so that she could put the chairs up.Next, the floors. She swept, then for good measure mopped them. Technically tomorrow was when she was supposed to mop but it wouldn't hurt to do it twice. Finally, the front windows. She cleaned the insides first, then stepped into the pleasantly warm air outside to take care of the outside. She was so lost in her work, she almost didn't here the soft meow. When it came again, her head snapped up and her eyes swept around in search of the noise. There. The little kitten appeared at the edge of the building, watching her with a hooded gaze. It's fur looked like it might have been white once, but it was impossible to be sure under the layer of dirt and grime. Her ribs seemed to jut out from her sides. Something in the young woman melted and she crouched, calling to the kitten. The little animal skittered back, eyes wary. Tori sighed. Come on, cat. I haven't got all day. Come here and I'll give you a hot meal. She said practically. The kitten backed away again and Tori gave her a stern look. If you run, I'm not chasing you. Now stop this nonsense and come on.

The kitten turned and bolted. Naturally. Despite her warning that she wouldn't follow it, she found herself jogging around the side of the building anyway. She rounded the corner in time to see the kitten disappear down another alley. Quickening her pace, Tori followed, ponytail swinging in time with her steps. Mentally, she cursed herself. Stupid, stupid, stupid! it's just a dumb cat, Tori. Leave it be and get back to work! She silently admonished herself. Sadly, Victoria Warren had never been one to take orders from someone... least of all from herself. She kept going. The kitten took her through back alleys, over fences, and across low, one story buildings. If she hadn't been training with Marty since she was fifteen, the stupid furball would have lost her long ago. But Tori was just as nimble as the bedraggled female and almost as fast. She kept up, managing to keep the kitten within sight for the most part. The kitten dove down another alley, disappearing from sight. Tori charged after her, rounding the corner to see the kitten halfway down the alley and heading for Main Street. Even with the gathering darkness, Main Street was full of people and carriages and if that cat didn't stop, she would be crushed.

Bloody Hell, cat! She snarled, picking up her pace until she was fairly sprinting down the alley. She reached Main Street at the same time that the kitten leaped into the road. She should leave it to it's fate, but she couldn't. She dove for the kitten, oblivious to the horse-drawn carriage thundering towards her. Her fingers curled around the cat's scruff at the same time that the horses spotted her. her head snapped up. Someone-several someones actually-shouted in alarm. A horse shrieked, rearing up in front of her. She fell back with a cry of alarm, her ankle twisting painfully as she slammed to the ground. The man driving the carriage cursed and struggled to control the shiny black animal. The horse finally dropped to the ground and and pawed at the cobblestone, glaring accusingly at the girl on the ground in front of him. Victoria took a shaky breath as the driver slid down from his perch and stalked towards her angrily. Before he could see it, she shoved the kitten into the pocket of her dress. Thankfully, the animal decided she was safest there and didn't move a muscle.

Are you insane, girl? What on earth were you thinking? The man spat. Tori's face turned scarlet and she attempted to scramble to her feet, only to crumble with a cry of pain. Tears pricked her eyes but she forced them back. Main Street had seemed to come to a standstill and the eyes of every noble in the near vicinity seemed to drill into her. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of letting them see her cry. Before she could reply, the carriage door opened and a woman in a Scullery Maid's dress stepped down and hurried forward.

Don't scare the poor thing, Barry. Can't you see she's injured? Come on, help me get her into the carriage. We'll bring her to the estate. She said, giving Tori a friendly smile. The driver, Barry, gave her a horrified look but after taking in the dangerous look in her eye he sighed and reluctantly helped Victoria to her feet. The Scullery Maid got on the other side so that Tori didn't have to put pressure on her injured ankle and they helped her into the carriage. The Scullery Maid slid in across from her and Barry shut the door behind them. Moments later, a whip cracked and the carriage lurched forward. Tori shifted uncomfortablely, looking around the plush interior warily. I'm Mary. What's your name?

Um... Victoria. Victoria Warren. Tori mumbled uneasily. Where are you taking me?

Lord Greyfell's Estate, of course. He would be horrified if he found out we almost killed you with his carriage and didn't bring you back for a proper apology. She explained confidently. Tori stared at her blankly. Lord Greyfell? As in Aiden Greyfell, head of the Greyfell estates? That Lord Greyfell? She started to stammer an incoherent protest but the girl waved off her concerns. Don't you worry your pretty little head, Lady Warren. Lord Greyfell is very polite. Tori stared at her wondering if she had lost her mind. Lady Warren? She wasn't a Noblewoman. Well, okay she technically was by blood, and despite her demure pauper's dress there was something aristocratic in her face. People often commented on how she looked like a Noble woman with her elegant nose, delicate features, and wide, forest green eyes. But regardless of whether she was a Noble by blood or not, she had been raised by a Bread Maker and his Wife.

Miss. She corrected. It's Miss Warren; not Lady Warren. Mary gave her a surprised look, then smiled and nodded politely.

My mistake, Miss Warren. But anyway, Lord Greyfell will insist on seeing you. So you can either come not or he will be forced to track you down. She said with an apologetic smile. Tori wasn't sure whether to believe Mary or not; why would some Noble go through so much trouble to make amends? Surely this airhead was exaggerating. But whether she was or wasn't, she didn't have much of a choice. Whether she wanted to or not, she was going to meet Lord Greyfell looking like she had just rolled in the dirt. Her hair was likely a mess and her dress was dusted with dirt and flour. The latter she could do little about but she managed to tame her hair into a proper Ponytail. The carriage pulled up to the grand estate and Victoria was escorted into a lovely sitting room to await Lord Greyfell. She stood by the window despite the pain in her ankle. She didn't dare sit on the elegant furniture for fear of getting it dirty. After a quick bow, Mary left her and hurried upstairs to the Lounge where Lord Greyfell and his sister often hung out. She knocked on the door before entering and bowed first to Lord Greyfell, then to his sister, Lady Rowena Greyfell.

Lord Greyfell, Lady Greyfell. She said politely, then explained what had happened with the girl and the carriage. When she was finished, she looked up at Lord Greyfell expectantly, awaiting his instructions.

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Rowena Mary Greyfell
roe - vampire - 426 years - relationship; n/a - siblings; Aden Greyfell - allies; WIP - enemies; WIP - location; Greyfell estate - tagged; Aiden & Victoria.
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Rowena breathed in sharply as he brushed back her hair, moving away a little. It may have been her brother but she was not used to such shows of affection, even from her family, and sometimes it was all too much. But she also softened a little after that, knowing as he spoke such reassuring words that he too understood how it felt. Slowly she stood, lightly placing a hand on his shoulder to support herself as well as a sign of thanks before moving slowly across the room, slowly lowering herself into her arm chair.

As he spoke of days of old, Rowena was surprised to hear her brother reminiscing. It was rare that any of them thought about their time before. Rare that they wished to think on it. After all, the times they had grown up with were fraught with more danger than anyone could possibly imagine now. Their land had always been at war with neighbouring kingdoms in search of its wealth. Aiden had been training to become a knight in the Kings court at that time. She didn't remember the name of the man her bother was placed under, but knew that he was a young, dedicated and caring soul would had taught Aiden much. It was a time she avoided remembering as well. A time when she had been shut away to most of the world except for when she had gone riding with her mother under the supervision of their guards. A time when suitors came knocking at her door daily. That was the part she wished to forget. The only thing worth remembering was their mother. A kind and gentle woman. Rowena could picture her vividly in her mind, remembering how she had used to watch them both with fondness as they played in the gardens, her laughter rising up over the bustle of near by market places and blocking them up entirely. The thought made Rowena smile a little before she snapped back to the present. It was not good to live in memories. Especially not ones about their mother. Consciously she unpinned her cabochon brooch and ran her cold fingers over the ruby red stone, thinking.

"you know as well as I there is nothing good in the past to remember," Rowena told him sharply, her cold and emotionless voice having returned, but her eyes still fixed into the depth of the red gem in her hands. She hardly noticed the rest of her brothers words , focus only on the twinkling of red light that shine off the ruby. Snapping back to attention she noticed his attempt to change the subject and straightened a little more, nodding, "but of course. After all, us legendary Greyfell siblings need to keep up appearances. Don't we?" she finished playfully, taking his cold hand in hers and standing. She said nothing more but nodded at his words. He was right in that some things could be dealt with later. And Lord Malcolm and their father stood a much better chance of avoiding her fury if she was fully fed and content enough not to pass out.

She would have then moved off to change but the sound of footsteps and the scent of human blood faintly wafting through the door told her they were going to have company. In quick and cat like movements she had her blouse buttoned up, the cabochon at her throat again and the leather bodice piece back tightly on her tiny waist. Her hair was immediately twirled up neatly and re pinned before she turned her head as Mary entered, turning the light of the lamp up as she went. It had to be Mary of course and the vampire sighed. The intoxicating blood scent of the household maid was not coming from her. That much she knew. Straightening herself a little she looked back to her brother as words were exchanged, explaining the situation before she faked her horror.
"Mary. How could you two be so careless," she exclaimed, looking back one last time to Aiden before brushing past the maid and heading down stairs, her skirts billowing out behind her and the scent getting stronger. She quickly spotted Victoria by the window of the sitting room, the intoxicating smell of fresh blood and injury no less almost unbearable. But the young woman merely smiled, entering with poised but hurried grace.

"Miss Warren. I am dreadfully sorry for the injury our staff have caused you. Please have a seat. No one should be standing in your condition," she explained to the girl, moving herself so she could lightly place her arms around Victoria, leading her to the nearest chair and gently but in a forceful way Rowena pushed her down into it, taking the seat immediately across from her, her eyes portraying worry and concern when really all Rowena was thinking about was the scent of this girl. She was a wounded animal, ripe for the picking and in Rowena's condition she could just feel her fangs trying to push the,selves through. When Victoria moved she could see he curves and veins in the young girls firm and lovely neck. Rowena was now contemplating having this guest for herself before her brother came down, and it was taking all her strength to ignore her strong and intoxicating scent. It was something that Rowena hadn't smelt in a long time and it was driving her close to the edge, "can I get you anything? Tea, something to eat? Anything you would like," she explained to her.

Elijah Zachariah Wytherin
n/a - human/roseblod - 20 years - relationship; n/a - siblings; n/a - allies; WIP - enemies; WIP - location; post office - tagged; Lady Winslow.
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there was definitely something more to this girl Aiden concluded to himself as he let her from the post office and out onto the street. When London used to have usually been busy at this time the streets for now beginning to dim and quiet thanks to the recent string of murders that had been occurring. I need a sprain enough business to important dared venture out now around this time. He ignored he sly and disgusted looks he received from some of the noble men and women as he walked along with her, arm in arm. Aiden knew his place. He was in new money almost considered just a rich lower town member that had decided to infiltrate the high elite of London. And many of the elite were not very happy about it not that he cared anyway he had other things to take care of and worry about than what people thought of him. Unlike most of London is high society Aidan had had to work hard to make a living for himself and get to where he was now. Granted most of that living had been made on the black market and underground in his business of being a 'hunter' but he was not about to tell anybody else that.

Thinking back on it it would almost be a crime in the eyes of some him to be a sporting a woman of such high staying home He straightened a little and then as she talked to listen quietly thinking to himself about what had occurred in the post office and the fact that her hands have remained gloved even in the warm out the weather There was definitely something different about her. Something otherworldly made every instinct in him want to run like it was an animal being selected for the hunt That as a hunter he had learnt to suppress these feelings and instead he thought quietly about the silver dagger that he always kept on his person The simple weapon was tucked away underneath his suit the cold metal pressed against his back as he moved. Silver was the weapon of choice for most hunters as it seemed to kill off anything in its path whether it be farm vampires or werewolves. He sensed in Sophia that there had been a change in her behaviour since he had been alone with her and they had left the post office wondering towards the more deserted part of town so that they were alone. If this young woman was one of them she had another think coming and she thought that she can get an alone to feed off his blood Aidan even pond the thought that she might have been the culprit behind the mass killings that had been occurring over at more he realise that she had been with him at the times of one of the killings as she waited for her brother to have a suit fitted. And then she had been very human. Even if she was in new born she was not capable of being that uncontrollable that she went on such a bloodlust. When Sofia again asking about his life back in America he turned to look at her and smile charmingly his eyes lighting up almost as he tried to pick up the persona that he was just really want to go home instead of considering whether or not he might have to kill her.
"Well America is much different to London I must admit. There is none of this hustle and bustle, everybody trying to get in anybody's business but then again there is some think about London that makes me feel at home again. You see I was born in London before my parents decided to move to America. My father got a job as one of the high ministers in America controlling all the context that will being sent over from the prisons here," he explained to her simply is not tomorrow before he began to unbutton the front of his suit but because he was rather warm and then she did decide to attack him it would be easier to grab his silver weapon from behind him if the suit was unbuttoned.

then you can have one of the towns along the districts unlike the main streets it was barely lit and shadows cast your figures over anything that moved. It was an airy place not to see the bustling lower town busy and full of people instead it was eerily quiet and no human figure dared move about in the dark street. Every sense in the Hunter's body heightened as they moved into the darkness. After all if you was right the darkness was the vampires domain and therefore it would be Sophia's domain as well. And he was not about to lose his life to a new born when he had much more important things to discover, such as who was really behind the killings in London and whether or not his hunch was right in that most of the London elite what actually the cold blooded killers he sought to defeat all his life.

[Little Rebel]

Sophia M. Winslow
the Loveable Newborn.

-Full Name;; Sophia Michelle Winslow
-Nickname;; Sophie
-Age;; 15 Yrs Old
-Species;; Newborn Vampire
-Mood;; Sad
-Location;; Town
-Tagged;; Elijah Wytherin
-Word Count;; 379 Words

Suffice it was to say, Sophia Winslow was thoroughly charmed by Mr. Wytherin. There was a sharp, confident, and intelligent air about him that most men of nobility lacked. She found it fascinating. As he began to speak of the Colonies, she drew them to a halt but this time it wasn't because this was an ideal place to take a bite out of her escort. It because she truly was interested in what he had to say. Well America is a lot different than London, I must admit. There is none of this hustle and bustle, everybody trying to get in everybody's business but then again there is something about London that makes me feel at home again. You see, I was born in London before my parents decided to move to America. My father got a job as one of the high ministers in America controlling all the context that will being sent over from the prisons here, he explained, facing her. He began unbuttoning his suit jacket and she was reminded of how warm it was. The gloves seemed to chafe at her arms. Giving up, she tugged them off carefully and slid them into her small handbag. She leaned closer with an intrigued smile. She opened her mouth to speak, then froze. This close, the scent of his blood was overwhelming and without thought her fangs snapped down. She jerked back, clapping a hand over her mouth.

Oh, dear... she mumbled, voice muffled by the hand covering her mouth. Indecision flashed in her stormy blue eyes as she looked at Elijah. It was getting late; she had places to be. She could easily pick off someone at the benefit her mother as dragging her to tonight. Decision made, she stepped forward and placed one hand on Elijah's shoulder. She met his eyes and hoped it worked, though it was anyone's guess if it would. When she spoke, her fangs gleamed in the light of the crescent moon.

Elijah, I want you to leave. Go home and don't look back. Lock your doors. Now... before I do something I regret. She commanded. She dropped her hand and waited to see if it would work. Lady Neville had said some humans were immune to vampire mind control.

Victoria E. Warren
the Discarded.

-Full Name;; Victoria Esme Warren
-Nickname;; Tori, Tori Mae
-Age;; 22 Yrs Old
-Species;; Human
-Mood;; Annoyed
-Location;; Greyfall Estate
-Tagged;; Aiden & Rowena Greyfall
-Word Count;; 255 Words

She wasn't alone for very long before a woman with short brown hair and captivating eyes swept into the room. She was beautiful in a long, elegant gown that made the dress Tori was in look like rags. Lady Rowena Greyfell, no doubt. Rowena Greyfell was Lord Greyfell's younger sister and, according to the gossips, the bell of the ball. Beautiful, polite, proper... the perfect imitation of a Proper, English Lady. But that was all she was; an imitation of what young Lady's should be. Miss Warren. I am dreadfully sorry for the injury our staff have caused you. Please have a seat. No one should be standing in your condition, Lady Greyfell said, ushering her towards a seat before she could muster a protest. Tori found herself pushed down into the seat with surprising force. Lady Greyfell was stronger than she looked. The beautiful noblewoman took the seat across from the peasant girl, her gaze filled with worry and concern. Worry and concern that Tori didn't deserve.

Can I get you anything? Tea, something to eat? Anything you would like, she asked, the picture of a perfect hostess. Aghast, Tori finally found her voice and shook her head.

Oh, no milady! It was all my fault, truly. I was careless. You don't have to do anything for me. I'm not even sure why Mary brought me here. She said with a sheepish smile. Suddenly, she was kind of glad she had been raised by the baker and his wife. She didn't fit in here.

[.:Moon Shadows:.]

Rowena Mary Greyfell
roe - vampire - 426 years - relationship; n/a - siblings; Aden Greyfell - allies; WIP - enemies; WIP - location; Greyfell estate - tagged; Aiden & Victoria.
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"please. It is the least I can do to compensate for my maids incompetence," Rowena explained. She felt possessive of thing young, delectable smelling girl. So much so that she hoped her brother wouldn't come down and apologise either. Rowena could almost feel the pulsing heart at this distance, her pupils dilating in excitement for a moment before she consciously stopped them, looking to Victoria and giving a soft and gentle smile. It was well rehearsed and practised, but came and appeared so naturally to the vampire she didn't realise she was doing it half the time . Rowena examined the situation carefully as Mary wandered in. She shot the maid a look over her shoulder, which lead to Mary's quick exit from the room.

"my brother will wish to apologise as well, but please, at least allow for us to drop you home on our way out tonight. It is the least we can do, and you should not be walking around on that leg," Rowena continued, rising from her chair and moving across the room to pick up a little stool, carrying it back over before gently propping up Victoria's leg. She could feel the pain and aching in her finger tips and it only drove the fact that she wanted to dine on this girl even more.

[i won't post much until bena posts their reply, so that Aiden can be in this interaction too.]

Elijah Zachariah Wytherin
n/a - human/roseblood - 20 years - relationship; n/a - siblings; n/a - allies; WIP - enemies; WIP - location; post office - tagged; Lady Winslow.
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So I have been right she is one of them, the young man sighed internally to herself. The young woman was a vampire in the cold reality interest of this reality of their situation and being together alone in the deserted Street was not convenient or very safe for anyone around Her at this point. Him included but he was not afraid. She may have been a newborn But the young man couldn't really tell that she had control over his mine or was at least trying to. He smirked, placing his warm hand over the top of hers. Cold, like had expected, ending volts of freezing electrical currents through his body. The glimpse of her flashing. Ivory white fangs proved his suspicions. Vampire.

"they say that a vampire is only as good as their ability to stay hidden. No wonder most of the trouble makers I am contracted to exterminate are newborns," he explained to her simply, moving her hand off his shoulder. His practised mind and reserve meant that unless she had been what vampires considered an 'elder' she would have no control over his mind what so ever. Elijah was not afraid of her, despite knowing he should be. Any fool should be afraid of vampires, creatures that feasted on the blood of their former kind. But hunters were not trained to think like that. And from a long line of hunters, Elijah was almost immune to the fear he should feel from being in such close proximity to a vampire, "your mind control will not work on me Sophia. Shall we continue. I am sure Lady Neville will be anxious for you to return home before dark," he said, his dark green eyes staying firmly fixed on her. This could go one of two ways. Sophia could either be confused and continue on with him or fly into blood lust and attack, in which case he would have no choice but to fight back to protect himself. He was hoping her inexperience would pay off and that she would merely agree to continue on with him.

The young man had no idea that he was descended from the Blood Rose lineage, nor that his blood was enough to drive a vampire crazy just for a single drop of it to touch their lips. He only knew that he was a natural magnet most of the time for the city's dark inhabitants, which made his work very easy. He only had to wait before his victims found him, and then they'd be dead. Slowly but surely he stepped closer into Sophia's space, looking down at her, his dark eyes swimming with confidence and calm. The proximity was so close that he could feel her breathing on skin, as she desperately tried to contain herself from attacking. "you will not attack me this night Sophia. Nor do I wish to kill you. Can't we maintain that mutual agreement? Becuase I have other problems to deal with in this city, and I am not talking about tailoring suits." Elijah finished firmly, grasping one of her wrists, their bodies angled at a view so that no passerby could see the interaction. After all, Elijah could be thrown in prison for laying a finger on a noble woman like Sophia, but noble or not, a vampire was still a vampire to him.

[Little Rebel]

Sophia M. Winslow
the Loveable Newborn.

-Full Name;; Sophia Michelle Winslow
-Nickname;; Sophie
-Age;; 15 Yrs Old
-Species;; Newborn Vampire
-Mood;; Shocked, Hopeful
-Location;; Town
-Tagged;; Elijah Wytherin
-Word Count;; 464 Words

He isn't leaving... why isn't he leaving? Sophia thought to herself, alarms seeming to go off within her head. Elijah was just standing there studying her with an appraising look on her face. When he spoke, in the deep, rich voice of his, he didn't sound surprised or even scared. He sounded... calm. They say that a vampire is only as good as their ability to stay hidden. No wonder most of the trouble makers I am contracted to exterminate are newborns, he says without batting an eye. He briefly lays a warm hand over hers, electricity seeming to leap from his fingers to hers, before he removes her hand from his shoulder. Your mind control will not work on me Sophia. Shall we continue? I am sure Lady Neville will be anxious for you to return home before dark, he adds, smiling expectantly.

For perhaps the first time in her life, Lady Sophia Michelle Winslow found herself speechless. Lady Neville had been right. There were vampire hunters out there... and one of them was standing right in front of her. She didn't want to believe it. Not of the sweet, unsuspecting guy she had thought she'd been with. But here they were; and she was terrified. She didn't want to die. Though perhaps death would be kinder. She wouldn't have to hurt people anymore. She might not kill people like sone vampires did, but biting them still seemed... wrong. When it became clear that she was not going to speak, he continued. You will not attack me this night, Sophia. Nor do I wish to kill you. Can't we maintain that mutual agreement? Becuase I have other problems to deal with in this city, and I am not talking about tailoring suits.

His voice was firm. Confident. He believed she wouldn't hurt him and she desperately wanted to believe it to. He grasped her wrist in his large, warm hands; his fingers are so long he could probably hold both of her slender wrists in one hand. He moves closer, invading her personal space. Idiot. Didn't he realize that he was flirting with death? Didn't he realize that ever fiber of her being was focused solely on the pulse beating steadily at his throat. Sophie sucked in a sharp breath and closed her eyes tight as the urge to attack surged. Run. Run you idiot! Don't just stand there! Her mind yelled at Elijah. He didn't listen.

You should run Mr. Wytherin... Elijah. You could be signing your death warrant just to walk me home. She warned. But even as she said it, she opened her eyes and gave him a small smile. Why aren't you afraid of me. Any smart person would be and you don't strike me as a ninny, Elijah.

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species: vampire
title: countess of warwick
tagged: sophia, elijah
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The shell fishmonger and supper house located at 40, Haymarket, was, as usual, heaving with people. Even if time was continuing on and night was slowly falling, the streets around the National Gallery and even as far stretched as the other side of Covent Garden were so full of people that a starving Vampire would have had severe difficulty in restraining themselves. Luckily for Lady Neville, Countess of Warwick, she had fed around a day or so before and had no need to restrain herself fully. Like her fellow nobles the Greyfells, she had many mortals in her service and many of them knew of her truth self, and allowed her to feed a little on them to keep herself healthy. It was a perk that came with her lifestyle and her title, and one that Elizabeth had always fully exploited. Over the years it had become somewhat easier to control how much she fed and how often. She could control herself more than she had ever thought possible, especially as her kin had been struggling in recent times. Especially now as the drained, empty husks of people, both men and women, completely healthy, were being found on the streets.

Slipping past the crowd at Quinn's, Lady Elizabeth pulled the hem of her pale skirts up to miss the worse of the dirt on the cobbles and edged around the edge of the crowds. According to society, she really shouldn't have been walking anywhere anyway. She would have paid a great sum of money to see her dearly-departed parents' faces at the sight of her walking through the busy streets when she should have been in a carriage (or in their view, a litter). Then again, she would have paid to have been able to enjoy a delicious oyster supper once more, without the food making her stomach churn. Walking away lest she be tempted despite the risk, the female wove her way across the street, adjusting the parasol on her shoulder as she did so. Elizabeth had no real reason to be out and about in the streets, but she had not wished to stay at home and had instead gathered her shoes, parasol and bonnet and headed out for a walk. Covent Gardens were pleasant enough, but before long she decided it would be best to return home, for it would be suspicious not to, not with everything that had been going on. There was always a chance that if she was spotted by a Hunter too late he - or she - would see her for what she truly was and that would be the end. Besides, she wasn't on her own any more.

She had a newborn under her care now.

Sophia might not believe it, but the world was no less dangerous for their kind now. In the past they had been more free, but disease and war had never been kind, especially as some Vampires could easily have lost their minds surrounded by the death and blood. Now instead they had to be careful of hunters and other similar dangers. It might not have been the brightest idea she had ever had to turn Sophia, but that was in the past now and Sophia needed tutoring, she needed a mentor for now.

Turning around the corner, Elizabeth was surprised by the fact that Sophia was there, and accompanied by a man whom she did not know, not well. Mr. Wytherin was well known for his skills and his tailoring business, but Elizabeth had never been in need of him, and as such had only ever seen him in passing, or heard about him from court. Heading closer, the woman offered a slight, tiny curtsey to the man and smiled warmly at the younger woman at his side.

"Mr. Wytherin," she said kindly, and turned her attention to the woman at his side, "Sophia, my darling! I expected you back home hours ago. Come, we must return home; we have a beneficiary to attend," Elizabeth pecked the fifteen year old on each cheek and held her hand lightly with her own. "I do apologize, Mr. Wytherin, but we really must be going." If they were lucky there might be a cab which they could hail to make their journey quicker. The smell of rose-and-chocolate rose in a haze around the man and Elizabeth did not trust him in the slightest.

[.:Moon Shadows:.]

Elijah Zachariah Wytherin
n/a - human/roseblood - 20 years - relationship; n/a - siblings; n/a - allies; WIP - enemies; WIP - location; post office - tagged; Lady Winslow, Lady Neville.
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"I have danced with death many times before my dear I'm not afraid to dance with you either,"[/b] he told her calmly and confidently. He was not about to run from a girl let alone a new blood who could become prey to one of her own kin as she could to the human many streets this late at night. And they were not gentlemen either. And Elijah was first and foremost a gentleman who would protect and fight for Sophia with his life is necessary despite what she could do to him.

"I am not most people Sophia to the contrary I am unlike most people we will ever meet," Elijah explained to her firmly, wrapping her arm on his agin and loving off down the street once more, moving with pace and purpose towards home, turning his head to look down at her as they moved with pace along the street. It only became apparent that they were being followed as he moved to reach a hand behind his back to grasp at the dagger he kept there. "I know you are a vampire and possess strength that I do not, but keep walking. Some of your kin would not give a second thought at burying their own fangs deep into your neck. Especially at this time of night," the man whispered lowly to her. A newborn would stand no chance against old-blooded vampires.

As people Bega to move past he stepped away, shifting back to his normal and calm demeanour, bowing his head as Lady Neville, "of course my lady. I was merely escorting Lady Winslow home. I shall leave her in your very capable hands. Until we next meet Sophia your company has been a pleasure," he told her simply before stepping away and disappearing into the near by crowd, not wanting to mess with Lady Neville. Usually, he figured that a new blood would have a carer. Lady Neville was a powerful one to have too, and he was not cool enough to stand around and reveal himself. Sophia would do that for him.

[Little Rebel]

Sophia M. Winslow
the Loveable Newborn.

-Full Name;; Sophia Michelle Winslow
-Nickname;; Sophie
-Age;; 15 Yrs Old
-Species;; Newborn Vampire
-Mood;; Disappointed
-Location;; Town
-Tagged;; Elizabeth Neville
-Word Count;; 376 Words

Lady Elizabeth Neville appeared with a suddenness that would have had Lady Sophia jumping out of her skin if she were not accustomed to the silent comings and goings of her mentor. The pretty blonde curtsied before Mr. Wytherin but the warmth in her smile was directed at the young woman under her care. Despite herself, Sophie felt pleasure bubble up within her, despite the danger Mr. Wytherin was in. She smiled, her teeth dull and human once more. Good. There didn't seem to be any danger of her attacking her friend anymore and for that, she was eternally grateful. Mr. Wytherin, the blonde vampire greeted kindly before shifting her gaze to Sophia. Sophia, my darling! I expected you back home hours ago. Come, we must return home; we have a beneficiary to attend, She said, giving the younger girl a peck on each cheek and holding her hand lightly in her own. I do apologize, Mr. Wytherin, but we really must be going. She added, giving Sophia a light tug. Sophie started to protect but Mr. Wytherin spoke first.

Of course my lady. I was merely escorting Lady Winslow home. I shall leave her in your very capable hands. Until we next meet, Sophia, your company has been a pleasure. He said, before stepping away and blending into the crowd. Disappointment crashed through the red haired girl as she watched his lean figure disappear. She had wanted to ask him if he would be attending the benefit as well. He might not be very popular among the high class, but she had seen him at enough balls to know that he still got invited to events like these. But he was gone and now she would just have to wait and see. Turning, she smiled at Lady Neville.

I do apologize, milady. I didn't mean to worry you. Time simply got away from me. She said, not saying a word about the fact that Elijah Wytherin was a Vampire Hunter, and that he could have easily killed her had he wanted to. Instead, she gestured for the older Vampire to proceed her. Shall we? I fear I am dreadfully unprepared for the Benefit. I could change and fix my hair. And eat... She added silently to herself.

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Elijah Zachariah Wytherin
n/a - human/roseblood - 20 years - relationship; n/a - siblings; n/a - allies; WIP - enemies; WIP - location; streets/his townhouse - tagged; OPEN.
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The young man didn't go far through the crowd, just far enough to be away from the two high class women before he paused to watch them both, re buttoning his suit jacket now that the potential danger of Sophia's attack had passed. He watched them keenly, but his eyes rested firmly on Sophia. She didn't seem to say anything about him, which made elijah wonder about her even more.

She was such a peculiar new blood, one of the few he had met with any form of self restraint. She had genuinely appeared not to want to hurt him. That was rare in her kind, and rare for him not to have to fight a newblood off. With his interest perked he stayed where he was, thinking to himself, a figure in the crowd. He had indeed been invited to the benefit, and he had considered not attending. But now he knew he had no choice. He would have to go and see what more he could discover about this newblood and her kind in London nth at and the high society had been abuzz due to the possible attendance of both Greyfell siblings, someone Elijah really wanted to pin down and talk to if he could get the chance. Now he would have to attend.

Pushing through he crowds of people at the market he finally reached the edge of the throng, passing a few young ladies who chattered amongst themselves exactly as he smiled charmingly at the, as he passed. He headed for home, which was near this end of town. His town house was relatively simple, but neat and tidy, well kept and very distinctively him. It was more modern in its design. He pushed open his front gate quietly, heading inside. His butler was the only me,her of staff he kept, and he would be busy running errands still at this time. Elijah headed upstairs for his study, sitting down at his desk to contemplate events of the evening as he gazed at the benefit invitation on his desk, still considering whether he should go, despite everything in him that told him he needed to. Elijah was not really in the mood for a night of judgement but then again, he needed to find out more about Sophia. His mind was made up. He was going.

[i am contemplating lowering elijahs age, as I think, if we decided to tiny that him and Sophia could have a potentially romantic relationship, and it was not uncommon at the time to have younger women marry older men. I might lower his age to 20 if you decide you might want to explore this possibility. And after all, a. Hunter and a newblood would be very interesting and shocking for the vampire community and the underground world of the hunters

EDIT: Elijah's age has now been changed from 26 to 20 so that there is a smaller age gap between him and Sophia. Tiny and I have discussed this and think it is a good idea to have a possible romantic relationship here...]