'𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸.'
A powerful coven of vampires had ruled over vampires for aeons with their iron fists.
With three Kings ruling, surely there would need to be at least one Queen?
The Kings each had a wife, of cours...
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ARO THREW HIS HOOD OVER HIS HEAD, as he arrived into the busier streets of Paris he noticed that sheets of snow were soon to fall upon the town. The icy air failed to nip at his marble skin, the cold didn't bother him as he charged through the frosty streets of the rimy city.
He had come alone, telling his brother's that he was visiting the Tarasque Coven and that he should be back soon. He wanted to bring her home and didn't want to bring false hope to his family that their Queen may come home with him, but oh how he hoped she did.
He had not caught of her scent anywhere, it was strange, in certain areas his vision was filled with a blinding light that he did not know the source of.
Although, he figured that he should at least visit the Montmorency's, perhaps they could even help him with his search. The thought suddenly had him picking up his pace towards downtown Paris, where he was hoping to find the Coven that resided in France. He rolled his eyes as he noticed a young girl kissing a man, only to slip her hand into his back pocket and swipe his wallet.
Soon enough he found himself in a small alley-like streets, unpolished cobbled roads made it seem stuck in another century, alike the family that owned a home down here. His heels of his shoes clicked against the road, his hood representing itself as a cloak of invisibility to any whom may spot his figure.
The sign above the front door swung in the wind, the squeak of the unoiled metal was like a screeching sound loudly grating against his sensitive eardrums. He did not choose to go in through the new bakery section, he instead chose to walk down a small gap between the building and another in order to find the door into the backroom of the bakery; this was where the rubbish was taken. Giving a few urgent raps with the his icy fist, he waited patiently for it to be opened, and it soon was. Behind the door stood Mr Montmorency, his old-fashioned pipe was resting against his lips as he left the sour expression to rest on his face, even when acknowledging that it was one of the Kings that held the rules in front of his face.
'Mr Montmorency, I am here to have a conversation with you regarding your coven, may I?' Aro smiled, not speaking French as he knew the Montmorency's understood English perfectly fine, he ended up gesturing with his hand, as if asking for entry, Mr Montmorency replied with a gruff grunt of approval and waddled off up the creaking oak staircase, Aro followed, closing the door behind him and taking a more collected walk up the staircase, yet as he walked nearer the building, he felt like his chest was alit with flames, as if he was burning from the inside out. As he approached the landing, he took in the living room that was still near enough the same as it was when he had visited them what seemed like aeons ago. Before perching himself upon an old, patched up armchair, he removed his cloak and placed it over the back of the armchair.
'Where is your Missus?' Aro enquired innocently, his eyes taking in every action the man in front of him preformed, from the light licking of his lips to the way he shuffled around in his chair
