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February, 2019
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Vladimir Valentin VII

Invite It is not the first time, or the second, that your veins have appeased my thirst

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Melbourne ☆ Master Cellist/Conductor of the MSOSanctusX
Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ He/Him

Night had well and truly fallen. The heat was excrutiating, and for Vladimir and his dhampiric nature he kept himself inside during the daylight hours as much as possible. The sun was no good to his skin, and when he was out and about, his blood had much work to do in order to keep himself in shape, and at full strength. It was taxing, and as Vladimir lay in bed that night, he could feel his thirst rising. He shut his eyes, attempting to blot out anything else from his senses, but all that served was to augment the hunger within him. Warm, sweet, energized blood. He ran his tongue over his fangs, taking a deep breath in, then out. 

Sitting up in bed, he knew he would not sleep this night. The heat and his thirst were too much for his mind and body to handle.

Vladimir began to pace his room, glancing at his cello before he shook that idea from his mind. No, it was not the time for such - he did not want to alert the other denizens of the home to his presence, to his state of being right now. He let his hands comb through his hair, hold the side of his temples as he grit his teeth. He was stronger than his urges, of course, but that did not mean they were easy for him to fight off. 

He needed fresh blood, and he needed it soon.

Putting on a robe to cover the boxers he wore, Vladimir tied the belt and escaped the four walls of his room that seemingly mocked him for his thirst. A true monster, wanting the taste of human sustenance, but he couldn't help himself. Still, he knew what he needed to do, who he needed to see, if she were awake and would have his company. She had made him promise to seek her out if he needed her help in this way, and he was ready to put himself in her hands. He trusted her. He bloody well loved her at this point, though he had yet to speak such words aloud.

Approaching Améa's door, Vladimir gently knocked, and then spoke quietly, "Améa... may I see you, please?" And then, because it was the safer option, he called out through their telepathy, I need your help.

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Narragyambie ☆ Animal Carer★ Sadrienne
25 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

Améa almost had a tan. It was bizarre to see. Her family were naturally a very pale colour, but being sickly for so long had made it worse. Yet it seemed that even her fair blood couldn't block out the rays of the Australian sun as she worked across the property, and for the first time in her life Améa had a healthy golden glow to her skin. Upon seeing this, Mary had taken to ensuring the girl never left the house without a hat now. Fortunately, Améa was still a stickler about her modest long sleeved outfits and saved herself from getting too burned.

Life had settled in a very pleasant way for her. While she still had bouts of sadness and loneliness, there was plenty enough company to keep them at bay. She missed Zane less every day, looked forward to her days with the animals, with Vladimir. She had begun to learn cooking, even a little sewing from Mary. She was still building up the courage to have that honest talk with Stuart, but it didn't feel urgent. Not yet. Améa felt comfortable and at home here. She couldn't remember feeling like that ever before. Once she had gone so far as to slip up and call Mary "Grandmiere". Whether that was a compliment to the woman, or an insult, she wasn't yet sure. No one had made anything of it, good or bad. 

She was reading when the knock came at her door. Silent and swift as the wind itself, she was at the other side, turning the handle. She knew by the rhythm, the very sound of his bones against the wood that it was him. Instinctively, she knew. It couldn't be any other, and she opened the door with a smile that quickly turned to a concerned frown as he asked for help.

"Yes, yes," she said, ushering him in. Normally she might have left the door ajar for Faireth, not overly concerned by her own privacy in the house and she often slept with  it open. Tonight she closed it behind them, tugging until she heard the solid click of the mechanisms falling into place. Améa did not want to share Vladimir's company with anything or anyone right now, not even her beloved cat. Not even the very space beyond her cosy bedroom. "What is that you need, mine Vladimir?"

Améa stood in the center of the room, watching him carefully. Afraid he might crumble into dust. He needed help, and this meant she should worry. Her heart thumped with sudden anxiety, a thousand and one thoughts of what terrible things might be happening, and still... and still his presence soothed her soul. How was that even possible? To be so worried for someone, and yet so calmed by their existence?

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