ROLEPLAY HQ - vampiric-touch

Tw: Death, violence, potentially distressing sexual content, substance abuse

Nothing helped his hunger. He found himself wandering the streets with the abandon of a drunk, the faces passing without much thought. Nothing felt real. Nothing felt solid. The frost had been churned down to mud crusted with ice that shattered and crunched beneath his boots. His hunger burned and yet, as much as he ate, nothing sated. It was pointless gluttony; hunt, feed, vomit, hunt, feed, vomit. Again and again and again over several days until he couldnt bring himself to eat. He spent his money at the gambling dens. He was mugged for his coat and waistcoat. His shoes. He gave it all away without much provocation. A fire in the center square pulled the majority of attentions and he joined the thronging crowd, half stumbling through as a drunk. When he was pushed, he fell, caught by a being of light in his eyes.

The Casino was well visited this evening, as always. The big crystal chandelier on the ceiling in the center seemed to enlighten these big luxurious halls. Lively chatter filled the whole room, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes hanging in the air and penetrating your sense of smell. People gathered around the different tables for Roulette, Blackjack, Poker or any other kind of Gambling. The thrill and excitement that lingered in between these walls was what people always returned and longed for. The Winner takes all and the Loser gets nothing but a mountain of debts. In a bit quieter corner near the bar sat a man in a round with three other men at a table, enjoying a nice round of poker with stacks of chips scattered in the middle of the table. They didn't know that the younger man with blonde hair had a Royal Flush in his hand until he placed his cards open on the table for everyone to see. "Aww Goddammit Laurent! You won again?!" shouted the man dressed in a black suit. "Seems like today the pot is all yours my friend. Well played as always" another man congratulated him while patting him on his shoulder. "Yes yes lucky me indeed." Laurent gently smiled as he reached for the chips that now belonged to him. On some nights like this he won, some nights he lost, but his bets were never high enough to get him in trouble. With his next win he was always able to make up for the loss of another night. He didn't have to cheat to win either. His skills in card games were good enough to keep a simple game enjoyable. As he lifted himself from his seat he downed the last sip of his Martini and threw his brown long coat over his shoulder reaching for the bag of chips. "Gentleman, I'm afraid this was my last round for this evening. I wish you all a pleasant evening and may the luck play into your cards".

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After the man said their goodbyes, he went off to the entrance where he handed the Waiter his stacks of chips. While he counted thm, Laurent couldn't but steal a glance under the short skirts of the waitresses walking around in the Casino, serving drinks to the customers. A moment later Waiter handed him an envelope filled with his win. After making sure that it contained the right amount, Laurent put it well secured into one of the pockets in the inside of his coat. He nodded to the waiter one last time before exiting the Casino. The streets of Orleans on this cold winter evening were lively and filled with people, most of them dressed in rather festive clothes to celebrate something. After all, Orleans was known for its Gambling Halls and nightlife. He began to make his way through the busy streets as he came across the central square where a cheerful crowd had already formed around a bigger fire. As he made his way through the crowd he wasn't quick enough to see the Drunk that stumbled into his way. Before it was too late Laurent bumped into him causing the Stranger to lose his balance and hit the snow covered cobblestone with a groan. "Oh I'm so sorry Sir. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Here let me help you up" With his last words he held his hands out to the strange man covered in snow and dirt, waiting for him to take his hand.

He fell holding his head in a long nailed hand, splashed with mud and blood. Laurent could see he wasn't a normal vagabond. He wore fine trousers, though they were black with wet filth, and a button down with pearl buttons. His dark hair was ropes with dirt and blood and wet. He let Laurent pull him up and his hand was ice cold. "It is alright." He said gently straightening up. He stood easily to 6'2", wide shouldered and thin waisted. "I apologize I wasn't looking." His voice was soft and underlined with an accent. Dark eyes took some time to focus and he lifted Laurent's chin, chuffed softly, and stepped past. I can't hear his thoughts. He can ignore me. Interesting. He shook out his head groaning softly at his migraine. He had no sense where he was anymore. He was hungry but couldn't focus enough to hunt.

@Mauve Mj <here we goes>

The Man's appearance didn't match his odd behavior at all. He was a bit taller than Laurent with his 5'11 when he was back on his feet. His clothes were of good quality but they were covered with dirt and filth. He couldn't just be an ordinary drunk that you saw in every side alley and he couldn't overhear his accent as the man spoke only a few simple words. Although Laurent always kept a keen eye on his surroundings, when the dark eyes of this Man met the gaze of his own blue eyes he didn't notice his swift movements until his cold hand slightly lifted his chin up before he chuckled and stumbled on his way. There was something about this man thought Laurent to himself as he watched the man slowly stagger away, but he couldn't explain what it was that fascinated him. Was it his dark eyes, his long dark, but hair or was it the accent? Maybe all three but the fact that his hands had an alarming cold temperature and that he seemed to collapse any second worried him. He couldn't just let this man go without knowing that he would be alright. He had enough time to spare to help him find a Doctor. @Vox

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And so Laurent went after him quickly as the Stranger began staggering his way through the crowd. When he caught up to him shortly after he gently put his hand on the Stranger's shoulder. "Are you sure you're alright Sir? You seem quite shaky on your feet. Are you perhaps sick? Should I show you the way to the Doctor?"

He let Laurent pull him along by the arm. Has he always been leading me? he blinked following without Laurent holding him. He felt his teeth ache They both rounded the corner down another main street, the two walking together. Laurent could feel him staring, walking a half step behind. "Whats your name?" The strange absence of thought coming from Laurent made him feel odd. The world was always constant stimulation. Sounds were always loud in his ears... the fires eating away at wood, ice crackling beneath boots. Chattering of people and their stream of thought. Hungry few steps further Sexy cunt in the window Drunk. Wanna go home. From Laurent, silence. A pure silence he barely remembered from life. It made him stare and get lost in it. A glorious retreat from it all, his beauty making it all fade away. His fingers brushed the back of Laurent's hair, unpercepted by the human. Soft... "You're kind to help me. I'm quite lost..." @Mauve Mj

When the Man didn't answer his questions Laurent perceived the Silence as a yes and began pulling him along by the arm through the crowded streets, corner by corner to one of the few Doctors Offices in the Area. As they walked he felt the man's gaze piercing him from behind, but he didn't care. With all the noise and music from the streets going on Laurent didn't catch the question for his name and just kept walking with a remaining silence in between them. He chuckled a bit at the next words. "Indeed you seem to appear quite lost. But don't worry, the Doctor is right around the corner." When they finally arrived at the door to the Doctor's Office, there was no light in the windows and the blinds were already rolled down. Dammit was it closed already? For some reason Laurent had ignored the fact that it was already late and that some stores were closed at this late hour. "HELLO? ANYBODY THERE?" he called, while knocking on the door a few times. When no response came he had to rethink his plan. He couldn't just bring a drunk and unknown Man into his home and especially not with the amount of money in his pocket. But even when he was only acting, his cold hands were alarming. "Seems like they're closed already. I have a First Aid Kit at my place. It's not far away from here and you could warm up there. Would it be alright if you accompanied me Mr…?" he asked the Man, hoping to get his name. He felt quite foolish at taking this unnecessary risk, but something about this man just made it worth taking the risk. @Vox

"Onyx. Ivanov." He looked passed him at a pickpocket who was loitering, "I am new off a boat from Europe. Got rather turned about." He trailed off lightly still watching the man. "It'd be wise to get behind me." He glanced backwards behind him, noticing others who were closing off their path.

"Aye! You're gonna give us your win, boy!" The ruffian licked the flat of his knife, two others closing off their path out from other directions. "Move out the way big man. 'Less you wanna get cut!" He, without fear apparently, waved the knife in Onyx's face.

He chuffed softly at the apparent lack of fear gently lifting a hand to nudge him backwards, shifting to put Laurent to the wall and himself in front. Mine.... He heard one of the men yell but he didn't process what was said. He caught the knife on his forearm, cleaving to the bone, and pushed it aside without even a flinch. He caught the first about the throat and felt it snap, him dropping choking for air. The second caught a punch across Onyx's face, snapping it aside, before he kicked the man's knee backwards feeling it shatter. He stepped over him and grabbed the front of the thirds shirt. He slumped in his hands before he had a chance to even play and Onyx let him slide from his hands. "Ah... well..." he looked down and only then noticed his arm. Not enough blood to heal... that... that hurts. he wobbled and put his back to the wall to breath, cradling his arm. "Are you alright, sir?" He asked softly staunching the bleeding wound for what was left in him.

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@Mauve Mj

Onyx Ivanov. The man's name seemed rather peculiar to Laurent. At the same time the strangeness and rarity of his name fascinated him. Before he could say anything else he noticed the men that already began closing in around him and his company, pushing them into a darker corner of the street where they just went by. He let his guard down so much that he didn't notice them earlier. He was even more surprised when Onyx put himself in front of him, shielding him from the upcoming danger. Laurent was well able to defend himself and he was gonna protest at the weak man's attempt, but then the ruffians already approached him. The fight happened quickly. In fact, it happened so quickly that Laurent just stood there, watching with slightly widened eyes and holding his breath in a mix of shock and confusion how this Stranger fought for his own sake that he didn't ask for. Although Onyx seemed rather weak and sickly, the brute force and his swift movements behind his shaking feet was terrifying. Only when he leaned against the wall beside him Laurent saw the blood dripping from the deep slash on the man's forearm. "I am alright Mr. Ivanov but that wound tells me about you otherwise." He reached into one of his pockets, pulling out a white cloth and handed it to him. "Here, use this to stop the bleeding a bit until we arrive at my place. You have my Thanks for busting me out of this inconvenience." @Vox

"You're helping me. Consider it slight repayment." He held the handkerchief to his arm, following without much else said. He eventually let go once it closed enough to stop bleeding. "I mightve ruined this a bit..." he noted holding the rag in two fingers. The aching pain in his arm sharpened himself up enough to realize what he was doing. He's so close to me... he noted a half smile crossing his lips. They passed into the Grove of trees, the tunnel of blankets casting long shadows over the road. Once the chatter of the city was behind them, he caught up to walk by Laurent's side. "You live out here so far away?" He noted, looking down at Laurent. I can hunt safely out here I suppose... I can't accidentally hurt him... he looked up to the shadowed trees above.

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@Mauve Mj

The streets got less and less crowded the more they distanced themselves from the buzzing nightlife in Orleans. Laurent and his new companion kept walking along the side of the main road before eventually getting off and following a smaller sideway in between some large trees. At some point when Onyx apologized for ruining his white handkerchief. "It's alright. You can hold onto it a bit longer if you want" Laurent answered before he kept walking with this mysterious stranger behind him. It was a beautiful night, the half moon stood high and illuminated the path between the trees with the stars peeking through between the branches and leaves of the trees around them. The night was peaceful but somehow Laurent wasn't able to find his inner peace while Onyx was following him. He knew too well that this situation was quite dangerous with this man behind him that he didn't even know, but after what happened and with the bad condition that Onyx was in, he couldn't just leave the man standing at the side of the road. Onyx seemed quite surprised about the location of his home. Laurent was sure that he might've had expected something else. "As much as I like the hustle of the city, I find it quite relaxing living in a quieter area where I can be all for myself." Laurent replied to his question with a calm voice. "And look, we're almost there" he added as the outlines of his home peeked through between the dark trees. @Vox

When Laurent turned to look where Onyx had been he wasn't there. His footsteps had gone silent and at the inevitable spin of confusion, his back hit into Onyx's chest. An arm crossed over Laurent's chest beneath his arm, holding his hair in a tight grip to pull his head aside. His teeth sunk through Laurent's skin with a soft pop and sting. His side went redhot, flooding down, his body sinking down into Onyx's arms. Laurent could barely focus enough to realize what had happened, Onyx's pulls at his throat an odd sensation. A tugging sting then soothing down, his tongue crossing over to rub away the pain. Laurent's muscles barely supporting his weight, Onyx let go with a soft gasp, blood staining his teeth, keeping Laurent upright in his hands. He lifted Laurent fully into his arms, strengthening steps silent as he kept towards the house. Wiping his lips on his arm he paused for breath, then kept moving. His heartbeat was unbelievably slow againt Laurent, a quiet beat every five to ten seconds rather than the endless cacophony in Laurent's own ears. "Almost there... don't talk. Save your strength." @Mauve Mj

Laurent had only looked away for a brief second before the man had vanished from the side where he was just standing a moment ago. He didn't perceive any rapid footsteps. He was just gone. Laurent did a quick turn around himself in Confusion, trying to figure out where the man was. He took a step back, still trying to figure out what's happening before he bumped into the chest of Onyx behind him. How did he got there so fast Laurent thought before he wanted to confront him in a serious tone. "Hey what's-" he couldn't even finish his sentence before the man's strong hands wrapped around him swiftly, holding him close before Laurent's head was pulled aside. What followed was a painful sting that pierced his shoulder, letting him groan in pain. Laurent was unable to move, pinned against this man's chest. The pain in his shoulders burned like a raging fire, spreading across his whole body before after a while it translated into something else. The burning flame turned into something numb, quiet and peaceful. It was something warm, something comforting. As the inner peace overcame Laurent, all the strength in his body seemed to vanish. His legs didn't have the strength to keep him standing on his own anymore, and so he collapsed against Onyx's Chest where two strong arms picked him up like a groom would carry his bride. "What did you…do to me?" He managed to form those weak words that were barely a whisper. White spots started to dance in his field of vision as the world around him was swallowed more and more by the shadows. @Vox

"I said hush." He said gently, grip tightening on him. I messed up... he sighed softly looking down at the unconscious man in his arms. He brought Laurent into his own home, finding what he really hoped was the man's bedroom. It was the largest in the house so he assumed.... He tossed aside the blankets and set Laurent down into them, sighing softly and stroked his cheek with a thumb. Strong pulse. He'll be fine. he told himself to try and pause his worrying. He tugged at the laces to the man's shoes and slid them off, setting them down to the side. Careful, he took off his coat and vest and the neckerchief, gently folding them and leaving them on a seat in the room. Content he wouldn't overheat or choke in his sleep, Onyx covered him with the blankets. Laurent woke alone in his home. The night felt like an off kilter dream, and for a while one could believe it had been so; only a dream. His neck ached but carried only a rippling bruise no different that those visiting the party houses that filled the lanes. His shirt collar was flecked with blood and a slight fever seemed to imminent by his temperature... @Mauve Mj

Laurent found himself awaking in his bed the next morning. As he slowly regained his consciousness he felt the terrible headache that split his skull when he tried to sit up. He quickly laid himself back onto the soft pillows with a groan. Questions started to pop up in his mind. How did he even get here? Did he drink too much? How did he made it to his house? The memories of the previous night seemed totally jumbled when he tried to recall them but at some point they were gone. He remembered how he was in the Casino, how he won and made his way through the streets, but he couldn't recall anything further. How strange he thought while trying to lift up once more while rubbing his neck. He quickly stopped when he felt the pain of a bruise that marked the left side of his neck. Did he bump into something or did he visit one of the Whore houses in the city? They were certainly almost as popular as the Gambling Halls but Laurent would usually distance himself from such establishments with some minor exceptions. Besides the lack of memories, the headache and the bruise, there was something else. Scraps of a dream about an acquaintance with a strange man came into distant view, the man's name missing of course. He couldn't recall what happend in the dream but the blurred image of that man haunted his thoughts before Laurent passed out on his bed for a second time and awoke as the sun already started to set again. His headache was a bit milder now as he then slowly got out of bed to heat up some water for a tea before heading back into his room to get dressed properly. He was still a bit weak on his feet and he probably shouldn't go into the Gambling Hall tonight and rest, but he did it anyway. From the Closet besides the huge wall that was filled with all sorts of books, he grabbed a fresh white bluse to wear under his vest, some fine Grey pants and some black polished leather shoes. When he was all dressed he went back into the kitchen across the hallway, grabbed h

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is tea and went back into his room, watching the sunset inbetween the trees from the huge glass windows besides his bed while taking small sips of his tea from a very delicate cup. When the sun vanished behind the horizon he went down the stairs, threw over his long black coat before heading out back into the crowded city, the win of his previous night still in his pocket to place bets with. The familiar smell of smoke, parfum and cigarettes hung in the air as always when he entered the great Hall. He greeted the Waiter at the entrance with a nod and exchanged some money for a stack of chips before heading to his favorite quiet corner for a nice round of poker. As he made his way through the crowded hall he stole some quick glances under the short skirts of the waitresses walking past him until the tables came into view. He spotted a round of some familiar Gentleman that had already begun with a round. Laurent couldn't wait to test his luck this evening but he almost froze in his step when he saw the stranger sitting at the table talking to some of the men. Although Laurent couldn't recall having this man ever met before, something felt not right. Yet he pushed this feeling away as he walked directly towards the table. "Good Evening Gentleman." He greeted the men at the table as he took his seat across the table from the Stranger, keeping his eyes on him at all the time, trying to recall where he had seen before. "I see we have some new company. Have we made our acquaintance yet?" he asked in a bit more serious tone than his greeting from before while glancing at the man in front of him while he placed his stack of chips in front of him on the table. @Vox

He was introduced as a prominent man from Europe, and he raised a glass in greeting. Fleeting images from the night flashed behind Laurent's eyes; the grass. The crackling of frost. A slow drumbeat in his ears. It more felt connected to the man than a memory. A hallucination triggered by his eyes. Mr. Ivanov spoke with an audible accent that made some of his words guttural rolls, and he seemed to take a moment to translate some speech back and forth between Russian and English. He set a cigarette back between his lips, and with a practiced flourish shuffled the cards. He could make them walk across his fingers like they were weightless. "Mr. Ivan this is Laurent. A frequent player." "A pleasure." "Ivanov was just tellin' us of his travel across Europe." "Indeed. So... I found myself on a ship at knife point..." Laurent found himself barely able to listen, Onyx catching his eyes. Are you feeling alright, Laurent? his voice echoed in Laurent's head. Onyx smiled, focusing on one of the cards in his hand. The world slowed as if moving through water, a film pausing between frames. Smoke curled from his cigarette and the flame of a lighter stopped mid spark. He set down the draw deck neatly arranging its cards I wish to have a conversation, a brief explanation of my side. I sadly misappropriated my state of health and took advantage of you. Onyx plucked a card from one of the other players hands replacing it with a poorer one. When Onyx found the man had been cheating by double drawing, he punched him in the face. The frozen man didn't respond... Has your memory returned yet. I went a bit far. I was worried you'd die before your door...

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@Mauve Mj

Laurent's eyes were fixed on Mr. Ivan's and as he started talking the man locked his own gaze upon Laurent's. His words became hollow and distant with the only thing to focus on being his dark eyes. A sharp pain shot in his mind, making his eyes widen as vivid images flashed before his eyes. The dark night, the men, the cold frost beneath his shoes and… It was only for a brief moment that all these memories flooded his mind but it was enough to make him break eye contact with him, now looking down at the chips in front of him. He tried to hide his confusion and understanding of this being what happened last night, what was only meant to be a dream. Are you feeling alright Laurent? His gaze snapped back to him as his words rang through his mind seeing the mischievous smile playing on his lips. How was this even possible? His lips weren't moving but yet he heard his voice crystal clear. The world around him seemed to slow down, more and more until it almost completely stopped with the only exception being somehow him and Mr. Ivanov. Both of them were able to move at normal pace while the scenery around him was almost completely frozen. Laurent watched the way he played the cards with ease and it didn't even bother him that he just punched that frozen man. To him it was rather fascinating how the face of the man twisted in a weird way, the print of Mr. Ivans fist still on his cheek. Although this whole situation made him curious some part if him tensed up, more alert towards that dangerous man. He nearly killed him yesterday and he wouldn't let him get too close again even though some part of him already knew that this thought was foolish. "What are you?" he asked in a serious tone when his voice stopped, his fists clenching together while he stared at this odd man and not wasting any more time with this very straight forward question… @Vox

A Vampire. he adjusted his cards lightly in his fingers before he lost control. The world sped back to time and the man who got punched, his head snapped back but the blood burst from Ivanov's nose. He brought a handkerchief to his nose and teeth as the others debated what had happened in the brief stop. The moment of blank misunderstanding in their minds. "I apologize. I have a blood condition, genetic you see." He smiled disarmingly as the cheater fled from the table trying to remember what he did to his jaw. He washed out his mouth with his shot of liquor and ordered another, whispering in her ear quietly and slipping her a tip. "Oo I see you sir. Our darlings are cream of the crop." Mr. Terris grinned tapping the table in front of Ivan who chuckled softly. "Not quite my intent. I like my drinks a certain way and few places rarely provide." He smiled to the girl who delivered his liquor before falling into conversation about the game. He found he'd always been able to talk even if he truly didn't give a damn. Humans gravitated towards people they found a fascination. He kept an eye on Laurent, mildly concerned of his passive acceptance of the situation. Onyx licked his teeth, bleeding gums still tainted by the humans taste. Interesting human.

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@Mauve Mj

Vampires. Undead immortal beings that say to feast upon the blood of the living. They're only able to wander the world at night, despising the deadly sunlight. Those legends were written in a book that Laurent had read a long time ago but he could remember most of it. It all made sense now. The time that had stopped, the previous night, it seems like he stumbled upon him when the Undead was desperate for someone to feed on. This gesture of good will had him almost killed the night before. He watched the time speeding up around him again, the face of the cheater flying back and the other player's looking around themselves in Confusion, trying to figure out what just happened. But Laurent had only eyes for this Undead sitting across his table, watching him smile and play with his potential prey but he wouldn't let himself fool from him again. Yet some part was still drawn to him, a small part that was curious about this mysterious being, fascinated by the mysterious powers that he might possess. He wanted to see it all, but he also knew that being this close to a Being like him would bring his own life in Danger again. But what had Laurent to lose? His life was boring, meaningless. He lived alone in a big house, spending most of his time in Gambling Halls as a player with average skills. "Say Mr. Ivanov, what is this certain way you prefer your Drinks? I might as well give it a try." he asked in a calm tone, his eyes locked on the man as he spoke with a slight smile. He was certain that if he was really a Vampire and requested a certain red substance infused with his Liquor, he would decline giving him a true answer on his seemingly innocent question… @Vox

"You know very well what I'd prefer. Lambs is best though it can be hard to acquire at a young age." He smiled softly, most thinking he was referring to wine considering what was brought to the table. He sipped it with a soft sound sound of enjoyment, "Mnm. Though I am partial to white wine as well." He flicked his card down announcing he was out for the round, happily sitting with his glass. He found it amusing the way Laurent was staring... near would make him blush if he had the capability. He sucked his teeth silently watching the game and Laurent debating what he was thinking. The people's thoughts around him were so loud and then this silent man fell into his lap. But the distrust was slightly obvious. He lightly showed his teeth, all of them even and flat, pretty and well maintained. Making sure Laurent was watching him he extended his canines. The delicate slight points lengthened longer points, a second set that replaced his first molars becoming more apparently visible. This is going to be fun. @Mauve Mj

Laurent knew very well that he wasn't referring to a wine as it might've appeared at first glance. When you took a closer look at the liquid inside the glass the viscosity was slightly different from the one of normal wine. After he took a sip of his own Whiskey, he paid slightly more attention to the game. With the eyes of this man resting upon Laurent and after what happened he just couldn't really focus on the game. While he was still in the round his eyes wandered between his cards, the other players but mainly he kept a close eye on Mr. Ivan, hoping that his slight staring wasn't too obvious. The Undead just sat there sipping on his lamb blood while the other players were too focused on the game, totally oblivious of the content in his wine glass. His brows raised slightly in surprise as he watched the man's canines grow to a sharp and unnatural length with a sinister grin on his lips, his eyes filled with amusement about this situation. When Laurent was finally able to take his eyes off his teeth he downed the rest of his glass and laid his cards open aside indicating that he was out for that round. "If you Gentleman would excuse me for a second." he said with a calm voice, his eyes wandering over to Mr. Ivan as he spoke before leaving the table to head to one of the restrooms. He didn't really have to go but he needed a moment to gather his thoughts without this man in his presence. Before he entered the restroom he took a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure that the Undead didn't follow him. When he finally was inside he grabbed onto the long sink and looked at himself in the big mirror. He wasn't sweating much but his distress was slightly visible. He knew that the next time the two were alone he might not survive but yet he still longed for another conversation with this man. There was something that drew Laurent back to him. Was it his powers? His Strength? Whatever it was, he needed a moment to calm his mind, to rearrange his thoughts bef

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ore he would talk to him again, planning on how he might be able to survive… @Vox

He watched Laurent leave and sighed softly, suddenly bored without the one to annoy.... He set aside his empty glass, wine heavy with sweet liquor. It looked like blood burnt like liquor and was sweet enough to settle his craving for sugar... perfect drink really... Apparently it'd set off Laurent enough to run away. He huffed tracing a shape on the table top waiting for him to come back. Eventually he got up to wait in the back hall, leaning on the wall. He could smell Laurent inside though it was faint under the reak of filth. "I want to talk, Laurent." He said lightly, talking toward the door, standing to the left of it. "I promise not to hurt you."

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@Mauve Mj

It took Laurent some time to prepare himself again to face this possibly dangerous man once more. He was about to exit the restroom when he heard his muffled voice through the closed door. Laurent was pretty sure his heart stopped for a second with the hair in his neck standing up again. He backed up again with his lower back pressing against the cold sink. Of course he found him. He was his next prey. But why did it have to be exactly him? "What do you want?" He scoffed, asking in a calm but slightly nervous tone, given the situation that he was trapped with no escape. Another bite? he added quietly in his mind. He knew the answer too well… @Vox

"I want to apologize." He said lightly, back to the wall by the door. "I'm aware I frightened you." He talked quiet to try not an overwhelm. "When you found me I hadn't fed for six or seven years. Doing so starves the brain... it's why I was so," he paused, "lost. It's like being blackout drunk you can't think." He explained lightly. "I wasn't in control. But I am now... I'll never bite you again without permission." He swore setting his head back on the wall. He glanced towards the silent door, debating if Laurent had listened or believed him. "Im going to leave now. I'm staying at the girls house <whore house> down the street. Marienettas..." he pushed up off the wall and Laurent could hear his shoes clicking on the floor as he left. @Mauve Mj

He could hear how his steps distanced from the door further and further until they completly vanished. Followed by a long sigh he let himself drop against the wall left from the door. He was a bit surprised by his very polite answer which obviously still caused some distrust in Laurent. Could this man be trusted? Was he telling the truth? Part of him still didn't believed the man's words. He is obviously lying Mr. Ivanov wouldn't just apologize to his prey and let them go when the situation served Laurent to him basically on a Silver platter. But what if he really meant it… Laurent left the bathroom after a while and went back to the table to say his last goodbye's for the night. The cold winter air that met im as he exited the Casino gave his cheeks a light blush. He just wanted to forget that man, but the name of the whore house kept piercing his mind. Marienettas… He had been there on a few rarer occasions with some drunk companions after a few too many rounds and it was also one of the more popular ones in the city, known for their beautiful and talented women. And just as he was intending to return to his home he found himself in front of the bright front Doors of the house "Marienettas". Driven by the curiosity and a possible dangerous change he entered the huge and illuminated entry hall. With the smell of cheap Parfume and cigarettes in the air he saw men with well dressed women sitting in their laps, kissing and laughing while some women dragged their Clients into some more private chambers for some more intimate work. "Juhuuu~", "Mr. Belenois! <3", "Hello there Handsome" he heard the whores cat calling from one of the bars as he walked up to the reception. "Good Evening Miss. I'm looking for a certain Mr. Ivanov. I believe he resides in one of your hotel rooms at the moment." he greeted an older woman at the register with a gentle smile hoping that she would give him the right number to his room. "Up the stairs, second floor on the right." the wom

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an replied In a bored tone while lightening up a cigarette, not paying any more attention to him. Laurent nodded a quick thanks before he went up to the staircase to which the women had pointed at. Upstairs he stood in front of the door to the room where he would meet the Undead once more. He took a short moment to gather himself before he was foolish enough to knock on his door… @Vox

"It is open." He called lightly. The inside was kept dark, large swathes of dark curtains covering the wide glass windows. Smoke curled about him on the couch, the tip of his cigarette glowing in the dim light. A half dead fireplace cut out the cold. He was stretched out on a lounge. His undershirt was unbuttoned to the base of his sternum, the white cotton offsetting his pale skin and midnight hair. Someone was asleep in his bed, but it wasn't a dress set over the back of the chair. A waistcoat and trousers were left on the floor with a pair of boots. He let out a breath of smoke, red eyes skimming to the side to look at Laurent. "Done hiding in a washroom, Mr.Belenois?" He drew out the name, though not to tease. He needed to slow down the speech to say it correctly. It gave him a sarcastic tone. "Drink?" He held up a bottle, "Promise its wine." He winked, pouring a small glass of white wine and held it out with a delicate hold on the stem. "Sit. Discuss with me." @Mauve Mj

The room was dark when Laurent entered. The thin smoke of cigarettes hung in the air with Mr. Ivanov laying spread out on the lounge besides the bed. Laurent's gaze wandered through the dim room that was only lighted by a almost burned down fire in the fireplace. He noticed the clothes, that clearly belonged to a man, laying on a chair with the owner sleeping inbetween the sheets. "I didn't know you already had some company Mr.Ivanov" Laurent replied in the same mocking tone as he spoke the name, slowly seating himself on the couch that was still empty, facing him. He took the glass of white wine that he was offered, keeping it in hid hand before he would actually take a sip. "Why did you want to talk to me again besides your apology?" He asked in a bit harsh and serious tone, trying not to let himself bother from the man in the bed, his eyes only locked on the Undead in front of him… @Vox

"A bellboy. Enduring. Like a puppy that loves despite the sting of the whip." He sunk back into his lazy pose, head back looking at the ceiling while he smoked. "I find you fascinating. Considering the mass response to me is terror." He finally answered in response, putting out the glowing tip of his cigarette on his tongue with a hiss. He tossed it to the bowl of cigarette remains, looking over when his guest mumbled in his sleep. He got up to check on him, smiling softly as the other played with his hair as Onyx bent over him. "Иди спать, глупый мальчик..." Onyx said softly tugging down the curtains to leave him to sleep. He slid back over the couch to relax again, head propped up on his fingers, watching Laurent. "You have questions. I can feel them. Ask, or you might burst..." he waved a hand gently picking up his glass of wine to sip. @Mauve Mj

Laurent watched every move of him curious as the Undead laid on the couch across him. With his marble skin he almost looked like a statue that came to life and Laurent blushed a bit as the man put out his cigarette with a hiss on his tongue before getting up to look after his other visitor. Laurent was surprised by how gentle the Undead was with the man in his bed. Mr. Ivanov mumbled something towards the man in a language that he himself couldn't understand before he tucked him back in. It almost seemed like he actually cared about him. When he sat back down onto his couch Mr. Ivanov watched him close again with his head resting upon his hand before reaching for his glass. Laurent wouldn't just burst out with his questions like a little kid, but the man was right. He was curious indeed and, so he believed, the main reason why he followed the spider into it's web. "It doesn't happen everyday that one stumbles upon an Undead like you Mr. Ivanov, if that is even your real name." Laurent said in a relatively calm voice while taking his first sip from his own glass. "I've only read about your kind in books and fairytales, never thought I would meet one… up close." He paused in between his last words as he unintentionally reached for his shoulder rubbing the still bruise on his neck. "For how long have you been like… this?" he continued, gesturing up and down to Mr. Ivanov with his free hand from his shoulder. @Vox

"I can't fully say. A good portion of time I was spent underground. Earliest I remember when I left was 1720 or so." He picked up another cigarette, lighting it. "You'll likely never stumble onto another in the wild that'll leave you alive. It is... poor behavior to do so. Especially if you remember it." He set his head back again, smiling softly. "And my name is Onyx. I can't say if my name was that as a human but I was named that by my predecessor." He smiled softly, "Ivanov is a basic name. Common. Like Smith or Doe. Easier to hide I suppose." He rolled a hand lazily. "I'm overall heading north, aiming for the ice. I've always wanted to see it." Gently he sat up, bare feet skimming across the carpet. A woman knocked at the door and Onyx greeted the small group with a smile. Laurent felt the pause again, able to identify it this time, Onyx kicking the boys clothes beneath the bed. He leaned on the edge of the bed post, arms crossed, making sure the girls stayed away from the bed. He was a gracious enough host, keeping the girls laughing and entertained. They always did rounds of the building to try and get clients. He stepped away from the bed once the girls left, the bellboy terrified at being found in a man's bed. He had to be 19 or so, bruises peppered down his arms, "Sir you promised no one would see!" "Laurent's in no position to judge pup. It's fine. As I said." Onyx reassured and laughed softly as the lad fled.

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Laurent watched the Undead talk while taking another sip of his wine. A part of him was fascinated by just his mere existence and he knew too well about his twisted luck. "Onyx is a rather peculiar name, but I have to admit that it has its charm." Laurent nodded, leaning back into the couch still keeping a close eye on him while Onyx spoke with a rather soft and charming smile. Their little conversation was suddenly interrupted by some of the ladies that worked at this establishment. The way the man greeted them at the door seemed rather friendly and unbothered before a slight eruption in the air made the hair in Laurent's neck stand up. He must have used his time stop again because the clothes of the boy that were placed on the chair just a moment ago and clearly visible for him to see, were gone and only peeked a bit from under the bed. As Onyx blocked the view on the bed with his massive slick body and broader shoulders, the boy slowly awoke from his sleep, only to seek more cover inbetween the sheets. The boy glanced with wide eyes at Laurent with the tone in which he spoke with Mr. Ivanov seemed rather angry and hurt as he pulled the clothes up from beneath his bed to leave. "What a pleasant way to end the evening." Laurent let out a long sigh watching Onyx over his shoulder before taking another sip of wine. "Are there any other abilities you possess besides being able to seduce innocent bellboys?" he scoffed a bit, testing how far he could lean himself out of the window without wanting to sound too mean. "No offense to your choice of lover or anything" he added quickly afterwards, wanting to make sure that Onyx wouldn't misunderstand him, raising his one hand in defense. Besides, he still wanted to know what mysterious abilities lay inside of an undead, nearly immortal being. @Vox

He swiped blood from his nose cleaning up, "Shall you become a bellboy?" He chuckled softly, tossing his coat on the bed. "When you live so long you get tired of pretending. I am a faggot, and damn happy of it. Besides most men are so damn repressed they come crawling back to me." He grinned lazily, organizing a suitcase on the side of his bed. "I can pause like you've seen before, and choose who pauses and doesn't. It is very exhausting on me however so I do not use it unless I must. Or I need a conversation..." he smirked softly, "I can hear thoughts and communicate through them. However I cannot hear you." He waved a hand to the left of Laurent, "sound..." in front of Laurent, "No sound..." and to the right, "Sound." He noted with audible confusion. "Heightened hearing. Scent. Sight. Strength. Speed." He listed off lazily. "What else do you need?" Flopping onto the bed on his chest he groaned landing. "I thought Russia was loud, but this place is deafening." @Mauve Mj

"Thank you for the offer, but i have to decline" Laurent chuckled at his probably not so unintentionally sexual offer while watching him walk over towards his bed again He listened in fascination while Onyx organized his suitcase on his bed, watching him from over the back of the couch. "Hmm I see. Most of the legends are true then" Those were all abilities every mortal would desire to possess. Laurent was a bit surprised when Onyx mentioned that he was silent compared to everything around him. He was no one special, so why him? "People are drawn to the big city like moths into the light. Everyone tries their luck here, most of them failing but the hope and the thrill of living on the edge and with the big success seeming in close reach gives them the kick." he answered while also relating in a strange way. If it wasn't for the peace and quiet of his own home, he would've probably gone mad too. "Welcome to Orleans Baby." he chuckled, watching the man drop onto the bed and spread his arms slightly in a mocking embrace before taking another sip from his glass. @Vox

He groaned softly, holding his head gently. "Так чертовски громко." He half rolled sideways to watch Laurent over his arm. "So. What do you want mm? Locked into an addiction already?" He raised an eyebrow. His eyes were dark in color, denoting his hunger. Healthy seemed to be a brilliant scarlet and darkened as he lost strength. "I'm going to be heading out soon. So either you're coming with me or you're going to go home." He lazily sat up wiggling his toes in the carpet. @Mauve Mj

Laurent scoffed at his question but it also got him really thinking. Why was he here? Why did he visit the Gambling Halls? What was he doing to his young live? He was only in his early 30s so why did he seem so stuck here? "I'm not sure, maybe i am." he said in a calm voice but it had a small hint of somewhat sadness. "I grew up not far from here and the house i live in is pretty nice, nothing that you see too often these days. I guess i'm just stuck here, trying to make my live a bit more exiting until I take my last breath." He watched him sit up on his bed, groaning in exhaustion like he had a massive hangover. "What, need help picking out a new bell boy?" he chuckled giving him a slightly teasing smirk over the back of the couch. Laurent felt how he got more comfortable around Onyx now since that joke just slipped out of him before he noticed, hoping that it wouldn't offend him. Tho some part of him already had this weird gut feeling that this suggestion of him might not be the true reason... @Vox

"I need a bit more than bellboy. I've got 6 or 7 years of nothing to make up for. I hadn't eaten the whole time..." he sighed softly, rubbing his face. "You wouldn't have someone you hate more than life itself would you?" He chuckled softly then followed it with, "I tease." He bent and pulled up socks and his shoes, neatly lacing then sliding over spats to cover them. "If you'll excuse me, I have walks to take." He tugged on his coat and gloves, black hair tumbled in soft curls about his shoulders. "I'll be returning here. But it may be a few hours or so." He said lightly. @Mauve Mj

Laurent knew that his gut feeling was right. Onyx was about to head out to seek out his next victim. "I know none, unfortunately for you. Although I could imagine that some Gentleman at the Casino would rather like seeing me dead on the floor with a bullet through my skull." he replied in a bit more serious tone. Talking about killing someone in such an easy matter felt odd but it seemed to fit too well into the conversation. After all, they were discussing possible murder and he was telling the truth. An accident like this on an evening where he would be lucky wasn't so far off and it could end his life way quicker than expected. He watched Onyx getting ready to head out while talking. "Then let me accompany you. Sitting around and waiting seems way too boring. Besides, I'm curious to see what you can do with those powers of yours" Laurent answered with an unexpected confidence in his voice and downed the last sip of wine before getting up to grab his coat besides Onyx. Laurent's imagination started to run wild as his mind started to paint a clear picture in his head. Onyx kneeling on the floor, covered in blood, bent over the pale and limp body that he was holding with his teeth sunken into the victims neck as the pulse got slower and slower… He shivered a bit at those thoughts but something was just too fascinating about this picture and a part of him wanted to see how it became reality… @Vox

"Walk with me then..." he smiled gently, hands sliding into his coat pocket. At the stairs, he looked across the floor below them. His pale red eyes focused, pupils tightening to cat like slits. Pretty women. ...Need a drink... Where to go tonight? he closed his eyes, mind falling through the layers to start refining his search. Damn prick always wins on the table he's got to be stuffin' aces. I'll catch him tonight. "You're playing a table tonight." He stated lightly glancing back to Laurent. "One believes you're cheating." He chuckled softly. For being such a large standing man few gave him a glance. In fact it felt most were completely avoiding even a passing look. He treaded through a sea of people without opposition, a warship of his own making. With Laurent trailing behind, he led down to a game table and tugged out a seat for Laurent. "Good evening gentlemen. Mind we sit?" Onyx smiled, sitting himself. Big foreign bastard really thinks he's gonna keep up? "Absolutely, join join. We'll deal you both in." The gentleman smiled biting his cigar. Onyx took one of the smokes for himself, cutting the end to light. Surprised he won't choke on something bitter The man was a prominent casino player, normally winning the big tables at night and running a small gaggle of girls. Onyx let smoke out between his teeth picking up his cards, not knowing a thing about the game. He was relying on a human which he didn't care for doing, but he was an interesting human. He glanced to Laurent out the corner of his eyes. "Hope you don't mind gents my friend assists me play. Being a foreigner we play dice much more than on the paper." He let his full accent drop, making him near unintelligible. His smile made their main target uncomfortable. Fucked up teeth... @Mauve Mj

He followed Onyx out of the room, walking behind him as he stepped beside him to the railing of the stairs, gazing upon the open floor below them. Laurent caught a slight glance of the Undead's eyes focusing on what was happening down there. He tried his best not to stare at his sharp, marvelous profile while he stood beside him. When Onyx spoke again out of nothing, Laurent's mind snapped back into reality before clearing his throat "Umm sure, Why not. Funny that someone perceives my average luck as cheating." Laurent could only chuckle and raise a brow at the thoughts of his potential prey. Laurent followed Onyx down the stairs, walking behind him through the crowd of customers of the whore house. People seemed to glance at them from the side while also avoiding staring at them. When they arrived at the table Laurent got his first real glance at his opponents. Some men were sitting around the table, one of them swarmed by a group of women in particular. He took the seat that Onyx tugged out for him besides his own seat and took a hand of 5 taking a look at his Cards. "What game are we playing Gentleman?" Laurent asked, looking at the man that had multiple women at his shoulders. "We were just playing a simple round of Mau Mau. I assume you are familiar with the rules right?" The man answered in a cheerful tone while taking another pull from his cigar. "That I am indeed." Laurent slightly smiled at him, watching the Dealer put an open 6 of hearts in the middle of the table after Laurent placed a small debt to the pot on the side. He had two hearts, an Ace of Clubs, a Queen of Spades and an 8 of Diamonds, a very mixed hand. Mau Mau was a game about getting rid of all the Cards from one hand as fast as possible by matching the played card the color or symbol to the card that lays in the middle. If you're unable to do so you need to draw a new Card. Before playing the last card from your hand you have to say Mau and when the last card is played you have to