The_gladiator
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The last rays of the sun kissed along the grounds of the mansion outside of town, slowly giving way to the shadow and gloom of night. Deep inside the home, in his master bedroom, under the basement, the ancient slept. Slowly as that last ray of sunlight faded the body shrouded by a thin quilt stirred. Golden brown eyes snapped open and he rose from the deathly sleep of his kind.
Andre could feel the first stirrings of hunger gnawing at him, now that he was awake. He couldn’t help the involuntary glance to the other side of the large bed. It of course was still empty. It had been weeks since she had left. His Marina. The name as it filled his mind drew a picture of her. Tall, slender, willowy, if he were to allow himself a bit of whimsy with his descriptors. She had intense blue eyes, and enough curve to satisfy his every desire. She was talented in bed, and more over accepted who he was. Well, she had.
Thoughts of her also brought the anger, as it often did now. How dare she judge him so. He did what he had had to. He could not go back to the days where he was hunted. Kyle had put his very existence at risk. So maybe he shouldn’t have choked the life out of him at a formal Christmas party for his staff, but he needed his death to be an example. The rest of the staff, both for the home, and his businesses needed to understand that such behavior would not be tolerated on any level.
Andre was very old school. Rumors had it that the Sentinels and that infernal Blackstone council that ran vampire society were thinking about taking the vampire race into public, exposing them to mankind. Very few things made Andre thrilled to not be in mainstream vampire society than such ridiculous notions. Vladimir the chief sentinel as well as who ever sat on that bloody council should know better. Nothing good could come of widespread exposure.
That being said, with the advent of new technologies like vlogs and YouTube, it was growing more and more difficult to keep their kind a secret. Andre planned to cling to his anonymity as long as possible, even if it meant killing that pipsqueak in cold blood. He did not realize that Marina’s bleeding-heart would cause her to judge him so harshly for his actions. She hadn’t even given him a chance to explain, though he suspected that it would not have mattered. She couldn’t understand the level of practicality an ancient like he possessed.
It was no matter, he would get her back, no matter what it took. However, for now, he needed a meal. Tying back the long black hair Andre put on his suit and headed into the city. His silent glide took him unconsciously to the piano bar where he had met Marina all those months ago. Wouldn’t it be ironic to meet her replacement in the same place? But no, he was not seeking a replacement for her, he would have her back, no matter what it took. She would not be allowed to so easily walk out of his life. He would have her back, after all things always went his way.
Andre could feel the first stirrings of hunger gnawing at him, now that he was awake. He couldn’t help the involuntary glance to the other side of the large bed. It of course was still empty. It had been weeks since she had left. His Marina. The name as it filled his mind drew a picture of her. Tall, slender, willowy, if he were to allow himself a bit of whimsy with his descriptors. She had intense blue eyes, and enough curve to satisfy his every desire. She was talented in bed, and more over accepted who he was. Well, she had.
Thoughts of her also brought the anger, as it often did now. How dare she judge him so. He did what he had had to. He could not go back to the days where he was hunted. Kyle had put his very existence at risk. So maybe he shouldn’t have choked the life out of him at a formal Christmas party for his staff, but he needed his death to be an example. The rest of the staff, both for the home, and his businesses needed to understand that such behavior would not be tolerated on any level.
Andre was very old school. Rumors had it that the Sentinels and that infernal Blackstone council that ran vampire society were thinking about taking the vampire race into public, exposing them to mankind. Very few things made Andre thrilled to not be in mainstream vampire society than such ridiculous notions. Vladimir the chief sentinel as well as who ever sat on that bloody council should know better. Nothing good could come of widespread exposure.
That being said, with the advent of new technologies like vlogs and YouTube, it was growing more and more difficult to keep their kind a secret. Andre planned to cling to his anonymity as long as possible, even if it meant killing that pipsqueak in cold blood. He did not realize that Marina’s bleeding-heart would cause her to judge him so harshly for his actions. She hadn’t even given him a chance to explain, though he suspected that it would not have mattered. She couldn’t understand the level of practicality an ancient like he possessed.
It was no matter, he would get her back, no matter what it took. However, for now, he needed a meal. Tying back the long black hair Andre put on his suit and headed into the city. His silent glide took him unconsciously to the piano bar where he had met Marina all those months ago. Wouldn’t it be ironic to meet her replacement in the same place? But no, he was not seeking a replacement for her, he would have her back, no matter what it took. She would not be allowed to so easily walk out of his life. He would have her back, after all things always went his way.