"Forever shall the wolf in me desire the sheep in you."

Do you have a name?" the Chamberlain asked her. He had the signs of nobility: the dull yellow eyes, the pale complexion, and most of all, the perpetual sneer. She held back a shudder.

"Taerry, sir," the young lady murmured.

"Listen close, girl. Don't give them your name unless they ask. Don't call him anything but My Lord or Master and her My Lady or Mistress. And if you ever want to see your family again, do everything they ask. Are we clear?"

"Yes sir," she replied, and the Chamberlain turned away without another glance at her, shutting the door as he did. Taerry allowed herself a few furtive glances around the bedroom as she sat on the very corner of the bed. It was filled with extravangances she didn't even know existed. She noticed silk sheets and curtains, tapestries centuries old and still vibrant, furniture carved from ancient fir trees imported from half the world away, and a tall mirror coated in pristine silver. Taerry knew she was out of place as she looked at herself in the mirror, huddled small and dirty in her wool gown.

"Pretty, aren't they?" A melodious voice rang out in the gloom. Taerry was looking in the mirror, but saw no-one there. She swiftly turned back with a startled yelp.

Dressed in tight-fitting leathers and silks, sensual yet ready for whatever it was she had to hunt. Indigo was a sleek, perfectly-formed predator. The most destructive of her weapons were her eyes. Large and heavily lashed, with bright blue irises. A deathly glance,  mesmerising, captivating, drawing her in with their sultry gleam the more she stared. Eyes that were not only watching but analysing and calculating, while piercing past her in search for her deepest sins. And then she winked, and Taerry couldn't help but shiver.

"I .. oh, yes.. I've never seen such finery."

The door opened suddenly, drawing her attention sharply to the man who entered. He made the rest of the room seem as ordinary as the dirt on her boots. He was handsome in a way she had never seen before in the weary folk of her village or the arrogant nobles that lorded it over them. With one piercing eye and a tall, sleek frame, he looked like he stepped out of an earlier time, when men were one step removed from the gods themselves. And he carried himself the same way, with an air that simply acknowledged the rest of the world as belonging to him with no need to prove it.

Taerry felt all the smaller when he stood facing down at her. "Hello child. Don't be afraid," he said. "I'm sure you have heard all sorts of stories about us."

"No, milord."

He smiled. "We saw you working in the field, my dear, and asked for you to be brought here. Living in the castle, as we do, can be very isolating. It is not good for rulers to forget what their people are like. What's your name?"

"Taerry, milord."

"And have you a family, Taerry?" he asked, putting a hand on her shoulder. She started involuntarily at his touch, and his eye narrowed sharply. "I asked you not to be afraid, Taerry."

"Do not be afraid, little dove." Indigo purred like the panther she epitomised. Sleek, raven huntress soothing the prey before the strike.

"Milord, Mistress I'm not, it's just... I've not been with a man before. Since mother died and my father sent the suitors away so I could help the little ones, I mean."

"It's not so bad" Indigo smiled a teasing grin, looking to her Sire with a longing that few mortals could comprehend.

He grasped her other shoulder now, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Ah, Taerry, relax. Forget about that now. You don't need to worry about suitors or your parents any more."

She wanted to protest, but she saw the menace in his eye. "Yes, Milord."

The shame was almost unbearable as the pair began to softly seduce the quivering maiden. She had not lain with a man before, and certainly hadn't considered a woman! After a while, she let her mind wander, imagining that she was not being taken in this noble's bedroom, but rather in her own humble, flea-ridden bed, and that this man and woman were not her liege-lords, taking royal prerogative, but her husband- and the maid.. what?! .. Oh gods help me, this is so wrong but I ..

Suddenly she let out a sharp gasp of pain. "Master, stop!" The pain in her neck intensified and she felt her blood pour down her neck. She cried again, thrashing around, desperate to get away. She sought Indigo's eyes, those beautiful blue orbs but they held no solace, as the last thing she saw was those eyes approach and another sharp pain further down, then a warm, wet feeling as her lifeblood started to fade. The man and his companion gave no response to her plea for mercy. At last she fell silent, and the world faded to black around her.

The Chamberlain met them as they were leaving their bedroom. The door was opened just enough to show what was inside. On the bed behind them lay a young girl, her skin drained of all color, lying in a puddle of blood. Nikolai wiped his mouth. Indigo smiled that bewitching smile.

"Is she still alive, Milord?" asked the Chamberlain greedily.

"As much as she ever was. Do with it as you will."

The Chamberlain wondered why the lord and lady played with their meal so, after all, it was only food.

Nikolai glanced sharply at the Chamberlain, as if reading his thoughts. "If you are around until the end of world, you won't have lived a day in your life with that attitude. Food is to be savored, and there is no flavor quite as exquisite as a maiden with that heady mix of emotions as she's plucked."

"Yes, m'lord" He offered sheepishly.

~When the darkness falls, and the snow takes hold, the sun will fade and the land will grow cold. There are shadows in the night, that even monsters' fear, the whispered name on the wind is von-Rhauvyr.~

As tall in undeath as he was in life, Nikolai tips the measuring rule over six and-a-half feet. A swordsman in his days as a mortal man in Umbra, he was infused by his Sire with magical blood when he was Embraced.

His skin is soft, smooth and pale. An eyepatch over one eye disguises what should be there. A bright, icy blue following you with an ageless wonder is the other.

His manner is old-fashioned, his accent a deep, rich slavic lilt. He is always polite, always a gentleman. He just wants your blood. What could go wrong?

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(( Nikolai and his progeny welcome any rp-fuelled vampire interactions {including but not limited to} - Hunting/Hunted prey, Nemesis/Allies, Seduction particularly by a pair of vampires that like to share their meals. XD ))