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Ͼ62: ТHΞ ЯФББΞЯ

Richard's POV:

I smirked as I poured two glasses of wine and then turned around to walk into the dining room with it. Tonight is date night. I've already made dinner, got us glasses of blood, and now for the best part- the wine. I set it down next to the glasses of blood and lit the candles and chuckled. It's just me and Paris. Louis had run off to Wales while Donnie was growing up- something about needing to take care of some things and not wanting to be here by himself, and my Donnie- my sweet Donnie- is a grown man now. We gave him that house in Canada to live in. Paris eyed me over and gave me a loving look before taking the wine glass and took a sip from it. I sat down in my seat and chuckled as I grabbed my knife and started to cut up my steak. "So~ did I impress?" I asked him playfully. "Next time it's your turn to do all this. I worked my tail off to get these steaks just right."

"You did good," he told me and purred as he eyed me over lovingly. He was about to sit his glass down but snapped it and it broke out onto the table as he got up quickly and tightened his jaw- looking pissed but also slightly amused.

"Paris," I groaned, eyeing the broken glass over. Did he have to break it? "What is it?" I asked him, looking up at him sharply as I calmly kept eating. He grabbed his steak knife quickly and started for the door.

"Someone's here," he told me. "Someone we don't know." I frowned and put my napkin down next to my plate as I got to my feet and took my knife with me.

"Maybe it's one of our friends' friends," I suggested and walked behind him with a small smirk. "They've got you riled up though~ breaking my wine glasses."

"No, he's here to rob us," Paris chuckled out. "I don't think he's a friend's friend."

"Oh~ A robber?" I asked and laughed. "Then let's go greet him," I purred to him and winked. "We'll be such hospitable guests~"

"He'll be lucky to make it past the nest of newborns to get to our treasure," Paris said in amusement. "I like his way of thinking and balls to try to rob us. He thinks no one is home but he has a surprise."

"Can we keep him?" I asked and purred. "We'll turn him and make him ours." Paris grabbed my hand then and teleported us just right by the basement where a man was sneaking around the corner- looking behind him as he slipped behind it and then turned but froze up as his eyes landed on us. He took off running back around the corner quickly. I smirked and went after him quickly, beating him as I snatched his arm and yanked him back to me.

"Hello~ what's your name?" I asked him and exposed my fangs. "Did you think you could come in here and steal from us?" Paris appeared on the other side of him quickly and exposed his fangs.

"Oh- fuck," he yelled out and widened his eyes. "This isn't my house?" He asked and gave a small laugh. "Wow man this is awkward," he said. Paris eyed him over and smirked as he looked over his decked out black thief outfit.

"Noooo, this is our house- Grimm Manor," I told him and smirked. "How about we get you something to drink, hmm?" I asked and started to drag him down into the basement. I think I'll give him to the newborns. Paris followed in amusement.

"Wow this is Grimm manor? I thought it said something different on the gates, my bad," he said quickly and tried to pull away from me. I caught his sweet pureblood scent melted on his cold marble skin.

"So you're a pureblood vampire?" Paris asked in amusement. "Are you from a royal blood line?" He asked curiously.

"N-no. Not like it's any of your business this was a simple misunderstanding. I didn't mean to come into your home."

"No of course you wouldn't want to steal from this manor. You're too smart to be asking for such dangerous trouble."

"Oh, trust me~" I purred at him and smirked before I stopped us on the stairs and then reached over, tugging at his black shirt as I began to casually pick at the hairs on him and groom him. "If you were coming here to steal from this manor, you would have made sure no one was at home... and then you would have stalked this place... but by then you would have known full well that those who come here don't come back out- and if they do, they either come out with a huge smile on their face and us trailing shortly behind them... or they come out with a broken nose and a bloody, torn up back," I hummed out casually. "So~ which is it to be? I think I like the broken nose idea... maybe we'll throw some toes in there for free. What do you think, Paris? Think we should give this thief what he deserves?"