Dracula [Nyuchanxx and Koe-chan]

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Shamus "Shay" Ghallager

Age 23

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Name: He changes it all the time to keep up with local trends and to avoid questions/ be inconspicuous, doesn't tell anyone his real name, current name is Vincent Moore

Age: according to his birth certificate which he falsifies every half century or so, 31

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"Damn!" Shay cursed as he sprinted across the cobblestone street, his briefcase held over his head in an attempt to stave off the pouring rain. The wind whipped violently around him, his hair fluttering and his black woolen press cap nearly flying off of his head. His feet splashed though puddles as he ran, the water soaking through his trousers and chilling him to the bone. It was almost impossible to see with the combination of fog and the heavy downpour, and he rapidly blinked water out of his eyes, squinting as he tried to fight his way through the wind. A gasp escaped him when he slipped, and he staggered in an attempt to maintain his balance. His briefcase fell out of his hand and he thrust both arms forward, catching himself on a nearby lamppost that was as dark as the sky.

 

I should have waited at the station, he lamented, taking a moment to catch his breath before bending over and picking up the briefcase. His entire body was shaking due to the cold, and his clothes stuck to his skin quite uncomfortably. But how was I supposed to know a storm like this was on its way? He hurried past the lamppost and took refuge under the overhang of a small store, leaning against the stone wall and sighing heavily. He used the back of his right hand to wipe the water from his eyes, his briefcase held tightly in his left. "Why is London so damn hard to navigate?" he muttered, his Irish brogue thick and noticeable with his irritation. He had left Ireland for a job opportunity at the newspaper Daily Mail, a popular British newspaper. He had hoped to further his career in journalism, but that seemed highly unlikely, as he had been wandering the streets for hours and he had a feeling that he had been going in circles.

 

I couldn't find the boarding house or the printing station, he thought, dropping his briefcase to the ground before crouching, placing his elbows on his knees and resting his chin in his hands. His forest-green eyes stared into the street mournfully, watching as the rain flowed down the street in a miniature flood. I should have listened to Colin and bought a map. He closed his eyes and tilted his head so that he was in a more comfortable position. His straight black hair stuck to his forehead, and his pale skin had turned even whiter with the cold. "I suppose I should just wait it out," he murmured. He hadn't seen another living thing for hours, and he doubted that he would find anyone out in this weather who could give him directions. Not to mention how late it was; it was almost midnight.

 

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Vincent walked through the rain letting the water pour down his face, through his hair and drip down his coat. He turned his face upwards towards the sky and breathed in the fresh scent of the rain, that was something he missed these days. These days he never just walked outside and enjoyed the rain, the cold night breeze and the light of the stars above him. A smile tugged at his lips before he quickly suppressed it and dismissed the thought. Ifnhe thought like that he'd become a romantic and romantics died. Simple as that.

 

The breeze shifted slightly and his tongue slipped out, tasting the air. There was nothing out tonight. The rain kept them all hidden in the warmth and dry of their burrows and nests away from the damp night. Although...he frowned. There was something there. For a moment he considered not bothering with it and just to continue wandering aimlessly before dawn. But actually he was bored and why not peruse a lead. Checking the wind direction Vincent turned and made his way towards the scent.

 

The area became more populated, at least in terms of housing. In reality no one was actually around. All of those people were fast asleep in their beds, not caring for the outside world or the night life of nature. As he walked down the unlit streets the taste of the air became stronger. There before him crouching on the ground was a young male with encaptivating green eyes and hair of the darkest black. But those eyes were what really caught Vincent's attention. Few people had eyes like that, it showed a good lineage, good blood, rare blood. He licked his lips wetting them before standing before the male.

 

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice deep and soft. It was a dark, mysterious voice that people can't help but be attracted to, almost as if it dripped thick dark syrup, the type of syrup you find is too strong but you want it anyway. "Do you need a place to spend the night? It's dark and raining out here after all and I wouldn't want you to get ill or hurt." The irony of the statement madenuim want to chuckle but he kept it inside him, suppressing the urge and instead painted a picture of worry and anxiety upon his features.

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Shay lifted his head when he heard a splash come from further down the street, and his eyes widened when he caught sight of a tall, elegantly-dressed man approaching him. His first thought was, What is a man like that doing outside in such horrible weather? The man's clothing and mannerisms obviously pointed to a noble or high-class upbringing. His second thought was, Why is he coming towards me? The young man quickly scrambled to his feet, adjusting his hat and straightening his overcoat. He brushed the slick hair from his eyes before looking up at the man, ignoring the embarrassing fact that the man was several inches taller than him. "Ah, um, I'm fine," he replied, his accent still heavy after what he had been through earlier that day. He put on a small smile, but his exhaustion was evident in his slouched shoulders and breathy manner of speaking. "I'm new here, and I just got a bit lost."

 

He found himself staring into the man's eyes, unable to look away. They seemed to glow in the darkness, gleaming a vibrant, entrancing blue. Shay couldn't help but silently admit that the man was quite handsome. The man's voice, too, captivated him, and he subconsciously took a step closer. He was completely unaware of what the man in front of him really was, or of what he was doing to him. Most legends describing vampires were incorrect: vampires did not burn in the sun, did not fear garlic or crosses, and would not die from a stake to the heart. They could only be killed by beheading, and while holy water was usually enough to incapacitate them, the ancient, more powerful vampires were hardly affected by it. Their supernatural abilities were also quite different from what the stories told. In addition to their enhanced speed, strength, and senses, they had many manipulative powers. Hypnosis was possible with only a single moment of direct eye contact. Their voices could function as a siren song. When they drink blood, their fangs inject a sort of venom into their prey that serves as a sedative. And a lesser known fact is that their saliva has healing properties, and they often lick the wounds of their victims to hide the evidence and keep the hunters guessing. Most common vampires drain their prey and leave them to die, but some more stable vampires have found it amusing to keep a human as a pet until they grew tired of them.

 

"Do you need a place to spend the night? It's dark and raining out here after all and I wouldn't want you to get ill or hurt." Shay blinked, the question rousing him from his semi-trance. He looked away and sighed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

 

"I arrived in London by train this morning. I've spent the whole day trying to find the boarding house I'm supposed to stay at, or at least the printing office for Daily News. But I never thought the streets would be so confusing!" He laughed awkwardly, his pale cheeks flushed a light pink color in embarrassment. He must find me a total idiot.

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Vincent nodded. The was going to be far too easy, it was actually almost boring. Still, boring was better than starving. Smiling and starting to make his voice more hypnotic the vampire extended his hand towards the others "I know, it's hard finding your way around here. I struggled when I first arrived." He spoke the truth. It had been hard when he came here, most of the time he ended up having no idea where he was but only know where home was. It was like a homing instinct he had in order to prevent himself being killed somehow. But more than that, the reason he said it was to gain the others trust. He knew that by creating a link he could get the other to come with him but that link had to be the truth. Well he told himself it did. When one lives loing enough lies get boring. It's more exciting to find a way to tell the truth in a way to manipulate someone.

 

"How about to come with me, my home is warm and dry, there's a free bed and the fire is lit." He smiled "we can try and find your office in the morning. I'm sure I know where it is." Vincent shifted his weight slightly as the rain continued to soak through his clothes. He was sure this was an easy catch but maybe the man would be interesting for a while and they could talk and he could drink more of that beautiful pure blood that he could smell even from their seperated distance, even though the other was not bleeding. He could smell it coarsing through the veins and hear it pulsing across his body. His fanhs started to lengthen but he quickly stopped them and thought about something different that would make him want to eat.

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The young man's green eyes widened in surprise, and a flicker of uncertainty crossed his gaze. Very rarely did anyone express such kindness, and he had never heard of a high-class man making such an offer to someone as low-class as Shay. His pale lips turned down slightly, and his instinctual doubt was enough to momentarily release him from the vampire's spell. "Um, that's very kind of you, but are you sure?" He looked up at the taller man warily, his head tilted slightly to the side. He studied the man's expression carefully, searching for any sign of deceit. The vampire was experienced when it came to manipulation, however, and Shay was unable to tell if the man was lying. Will he really help me? Their eyes met, and the Irishman felt a shiver go through him upon seeing the almost predatory gleam within the man's eyes. I don't know...

 

The man was smiling, and from Shay's point of view his smile seemed genuine. And wasn't he standing outside in the middle of a rainstorm, holding his hand out to him in offering? Whether the journalist had managed to convince himself that the man was trustworthy, or whether the vampire's soft voice and piercing eyes had somehow affected his judgement, Shay shook his head and gave the man an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me, wasn't it? Thank you for helping me." He bent over and picked up his briefcase, the handle slick with water. "My name is Shamus Gallagher, but you can call me Shay. It's easier." This time his lips parted in a playful grin.

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Vincent felt himself losing control of the other and quickly put on an air of generosity and kindness. It worked the other seemed to be trusting him. Inwardly he smiled and congratulated himself before placing a hand upon the others shoulder and saying "Come with me, you can stay at mine for the night, there is plenty of room and you can warm yourself up." He smiled as he lead the way through the pouring rain "My name is Vincent Moore, but of course you may call me Vincent." He picked the way through the trees down a small track that was verging on being fully flooded and Vincent had to try and find his way avoiding all the puddles. As they approached the mansion the vampire pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the front gate. The gates swung open upon silent hinges, this wasn't a movie after all and Vincent hated the stereotype that vampires homes were always in disrepair with squeaks and creaks everywhere one turned. No, he kept his home in pristine condition and everything was kept in perfect working order and was beautifully cleaned.

 

He lead the male through the courtyard which had beautiful box hedges grown into the shapes of animals and people, a fountain stood in the middle producing a slight tinkle of water. The rest was too shrouded in darkness to see. Walking up to the front door he unlocked the heavy bolt with a intricately made key before letting the oak swing open and turning the lights on for the human. The lights lit up a beautiful staircase and thick carpets in the hallways, candles hung in a chandelier above their heads but it was currently unlit. There were tapestries on the wall that looked anciently old but were beautiful and told of times long past and customs long forgotten. Vincent closed the door and removed his shoes "This is my home, now how about I show you where the bedrooms are and the bathrooms and you can pick one."

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The man, Vincent, had very long legs, and Shay had to work to keep up with him, his own strides hurried as he walked alongside the taller man. "Nice to meet you, Vincent," he replied, his right hand holding his black cap to his head while his left hand gripped the handle of his briefcase. "And thanks for letting me stay with you for the night. I owe you one." The rest of the short journey was silent, as both of the men focused on avoiding puddles and squinting through the heavy rain in order to see where they were going. When they reached the mansion, the Irishman's green eyes widened in awe and he stopped for a moment to study the architecture. Never before had he seen such an elegant house.

 

"Wow," he breathed, following Vincent through the iron gate and into the mansion's courtyard. Not only was the building beautiful, but it was also extremely large. "Do you live here by yourself?" he asked, his head turning from side to side as he observed the intricate hedges and the detailed fountain. He couldn't help but think it would be very difficult to live in such a large place alone, with no one to talk to.

 

The inside was just as pristine as the outside, if not more so. Shay let out a sigh of relief at being indoors, and he took off his hat, resisting the urge to squeeze the water out of it, which he would have done if he had been in his own home. The air was warm, and the gentle light of the candles, which cast shadows on the walls, gave the house a welcoming feel.

 

"This is my home, now how about I show you where the bedrooms are and the bathrooms and you can pick one." The young man slipped off his shoes, placed his briefcase against the wall, and hung his soaked hat and jacket on a hook by the door.

 

"That would be great." He smiled again at Vincent, his green eyes bright with gratitude and his wet, black hair glistening in the light of the candles. He was looking forward to changing out of his soggy clothes and into something more comfortable.

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Vincent nodded, "At the moment it's just me here, I was married but she was ill and died." He kept it short not offering much, only enough for the other to begin to trust him through his own judgement rather than Vincent's voice convincing him to trust. Leading the way through the house Vincent climbed the staircase that ran up either edge of the entrance before walking towards a bedroom with an on suite bathroom. Opening the door he revealed a warm room with a fireplace opposite the bed, the fire was already lit and was roaring. A pile of wood sat beside it ready for when the embers burnt low. "I hope this will be okay for you, there are some clothes in the cupboard that you can help yourself to." The vampire gestured to the ornate wooden sliding doors that occupied one wall of the room "The shower is through that door so feel free to freshen up and I shall make some food for you before you sleep." He smiled and turned to leave. "The living room is the third door on the left, just down from this room." Giving a smile Vincent left.

 

He shut the door gently behind him and walked away humming contentedly to himself. Heading to his own room the opposite side of the corridor Vincent quickly showered and changed into some light sleeping clothes and pulled a crimson velvet dressing gown on. His wet hair damped the black collar but he didn't mind that much, velvet didn't tend to get ruined by water anyway.

 

Going downstairs he made a warm bowel of soup and buttered some bread for the other before pouring himself a glass of wine. Taking a sip he observed the rich deep flavour of the red and nodded contentedly before putting the food on a tray along with his glass and another and the bottle of red wine before he made his way upstairs towards the living room where he set the try down on a table. Lighting some more candles he turned off the main electrical light, he didn't like that harsh light very much, candlelight was far nicer. He sat down on the sofa and picked up and old book and started reading as he sipped at his wine.

 

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(Please forgive that this has taken me so long to reply, I have been quite busy, sorry.)

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{It's no problem, I can't be on every day either ^^ And also, I apologize if I forget to mention this, but the roleplay takes place in the mid-1800s}

 

Shay frowned upon hearing about Vincent's wife, but he remained silent despite his urge to clap the man on the shoulder and console him. They weren't friends, nor even acquaintances, and it wasn't his place to comment. He did, however, turn his attention back to the decor of the home, this time searching for any traces of his wife's presence. There wasn't much, and he wondered if Vincent was trying to forget her. Somehow, that didn't seem healthy. But, again, they were strangers, and it wasn't his place.

 

When they entered the guest room, the young man's green eyes widened for the umpteenth time that night. It was almost the size of his house back in Ireland. Wow. He must be from a really prominent family to have this much wealth. Shay wasn't well-versed in knowledge of England's hierarchy, however, and he didn't think such information was important anyway. All that matters is the man, not his family. "This is more than enough. Thank you," he replied, flashing a smile at Vincent before beginning to explore the room. He was so distracted that he didn't hear the door close as the vampire departed.

 

After becoming accustomed with the layout of the room, he went into the bathroom and stripped, using a towel to dry himself off. It was softer than what he was used to, and for a few moments he couldn't be sure if it was actually working or not. Once he was dry, he returned to the bedroom and opened the dresser, rummaging around until he found a simple pair of black trousers, a white button-up shirt, and black socks. He pulled them on and made his way over to the door, but stopped just as his hand touched the handle. He quickly reentered the bathroom, ran a brush through his wild hair, which had begun to stick out strangely due to the rain, and then made his way to the living room. He saw Vincent sitting down, and he looked around awkwardly before joining him with an unsure, slight embarrassed expression. How was he supposed to act with someone like Vincent?

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(Oops sorry, I was trying to remember but I couldn't actually work it out in the end! This is only just before dear Mr Thomas Edison created the light bulb then!)

 

Vincent didn't bother looking up as the door opened, he could smell that it was his guest and he hadn't finished the page yet. As the other sat down he finished the page and shut the book. Picking up his glass he took a sip and offered "There is soup there for you, I hope that is okay." It had been a wile since he had eaten human food, it was only really when he had people living with him that he did, so he wasn't entirely sure if he had done it right after so long. But then it was only soup, it was pretty hard to get it wrong.

 

The vampire looked at the other and nodded approvingly at the humans attire, at least when given good clothes he could choose good looking and appropriate ones. Noticing that the fire was running low he got up and put another log onto the fire before he brought an oil lit lamp and lit it on one of the candles. Placing the lamp on the table next to Shay he went and sat back down before taking off his glasses and placing them on top of his book as he sat down and asked "Could I possibly offer you some wine?" noticing the others awkwardness and trying to get him to relax a little more.