"Well, well, well."Footsteps echoed eerily across the foyer and out of old mortal instinct, Krolock's chin tilted across his shoulder as if to hear it better. "You've brought you little toy home. Bravo."
The Vampire turned fully to see his son leaning lazily against a pillar above him. His electric green eyes burned brightly down upon Krolock making him shiver at Herbert's uncanny beauty that still caught him off guard even after a century.
"That I did. I certainly hope you haven't teased a lick of her." The jest was light, but underneath roared a dark growl that had just mused passed his lips. Hebert remained nonchalant.
His son ran a finger down the side of his jaw, the nail leaving a ghost trace against his skin. "No... but she does smell delectable. I can almost hear the blood pumping to her heart through those veins..."
Krolock narrowed his eyes. "Herbert. Come down here."
Visibly, the younger creature bristiled. But he came, slowly. The candlelight shimmered across his dark vest that was embedded with tiny black diamonds. Herbert was paler than the white shirt he wore beneath which was buttoned to his throat and adorned with a silk pitch neckcloth. That pale skin was transparent up close... spiderwebs of blue and purple veins trailed across his jaw, neck, hands, and below his eyes.
"Good God!" Krolock hissed, baring his fangs. "When was the last time you fed?"
Hebert, too, bared his own set of fangs, "I am not just Reborn, Father, I am capable of eating when I need it."
A moment of thick silence past.
"A week." his son whispered weakly.
In a flash, Krolock sunk his fangs into the vein in his wrist, drawing the vital fluid. "I've just eaten." He said. "It will still be warm."
Wordlessly, Herbert took his Father's arm and began to slowly drink the liquid that sparkled like rubies on the surface of his skin. Hebert was tender. He was always gentle.
"I simply cannot stand the taste of doe blood," he explained softly, wiping his mouth after he had finished. "And I won't sink low enough to drink from rodents."
Krolock sighed, "Dear heart, you fine tastes are too expensive." he paused. "And dangerous."
"Why do you defend them?" Herbert groaned exasperated. "They are not like us. We are better."
"We are not better than Man," He responded slowly, long fingers cupping Herbert's jawbone. "But we are not bound by human morals. That is why we can kill, Liebling. If there was a chance for us to be redeemed to Heaven then we would allow our bloodlust to kill us. But what does that matter now? So we shall feast."
Those emerald eyes were boring into him again. "Then let us feast, Vati."
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Truly, he hadn't meant to come across his Father's Infatuation.
Herbert had innocently meandering the halls of his humble abode when he ran- quite literally- into a woman.
"Oh!" the poor thing stumbled back, tilting her head to see him. Herbert's jaw went slack. She was beautiful: chestnut ringlets, flawless, ivory skin, and striking golden eyes. And very, very young.
Herbert's sharp, green eyes drifted down her neck and to her thin night rail that was as pure as snow... "I- I'm sorry--" She gazed at him curiously.
"Hello." He snapped, his tone frozen cold. "Who might you be?"
Hebert prefered his lovers to be male, but he was not un-attracted to the feminine gender and there was something about that rose blossom blush that graced her cheeks made something in his stomach rumble.
"Sarah- Sarah Chagal."
His eyes were wide in realization. In a beat he took her hand in his own and pressed it to his lips. "A pleasure, Sarah."
The blush deepened.
"And.. you?" Sarah breathed. He noticed her lips were stained red, naturally. As if every drop of blood had risen to her cheeks. He made the mistake of breathing in her scent....
"Herbert," Hebert said. "Herbert von Krolock."
This time, realization crossed her features. "Are you... related to the Graf ?"
He chuckled, "My father."
Sarah blinked once. Twice.
"Your father?"
"Yes."
"Your father isn't anything like my father."
"Well I should hope not!"
"How can you possibly be his... son? You can't be too far his junior!"
Hebert laughed, "You know what we are, don't you?"
Sarah tilted her head up.
Oh, what he wouldn't give to take a bite from her now..... his senses sharpened and suddenly he saw goosebumps erupt on her velvety skin...
"Of course. I am to become what you are." But her confidence swayed, and she studied him. "You are very handsome, Viscount von Krolock."
"Hebert, please," He flashed her a fang-full sneer of a smile. Herbert could hardly processes her words, his mind was blank, all he could comprehend was that this was Sarah and she was beautiful.
"Herbert." The Rose purred.
He held out an arm for her, "May I have the pleasure in giving you the tour?"
Sarah's golden eyes clouded and she suddenly stepped back from him. Her finger tips shook and her breaths became shallowed, "I- I was hoping... to speak with Graf von Krolock."
Speak with him? Ha!
"I am afraid he is... detained for the time being. Allow me to take you back to your room?" Hebert cocked and eyebrow at her.
Sarah shook her auburn curls. "No. T-that is... thank you, Hebert. You've been so awfully kind. But I know my way."
He pulled back, unfazed. Outwardly. "Ah. Of course."
The honey delicious smell seeped into his tongue...
"I shall see you tomorrow, then, for the ball?"
Sarah smiled.
His stomach rumbled.
"Yes, I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"May I claim a dance?"
A giggle. "Your Father wouldn't like that. I'm to dance the twilight away with him."
"Oh, come Sarah. Dance with me, hmm?"
"... alright."
"Do you truly like my father enough to keep you from other partners?" He sneered again.
Sarah nearly sneered back. But she still trembled. "I said yes, did I not?"
"You hesitated, bloom."
"Yes. I like your father very much."
"Do you love him?"
"And if I did?"
"I'd say you're too beautiful to love him."
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