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  “No man knows till he has suffered from the night

how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

                                        ― Jonathan Harker

 

 

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Below, you will find an extensive collection of lore considered canon to my roleplay story and world. It is influenced by, inspired by, and taken from various works of fiction as well as real life, including history and current events etc. It is continuously being worked on, updated and refined, containing a compendium of the World of Vampires as a whole and even beyond, including: Characters, History, Politics, Culture, Wars -- and more.


The corruption of the Night awaits, and you are more than welcome to partake in it... or become part of it.

 

 

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  VAMPIRE CHARACTERS

The BridesVirgiliu DraculaMircea Dracula│Erzsébet BáthoryBruno Ikarov││Petar Blagojević│Lady Eleanor│Kakistos

Robin HarkerJayden ThornleyCountess DolingenMaria GoodwinRobert HensworthKarl LuegerMaxLord Ezekiel

Agmundr│Camilla Romanescu│Marie Anette Carlisle│Nicholas Carlisle│Javier CruezaPavel Marlow Andrei Ambrožič

Mama Elaganza││Deiderich Kraus│Nathaniel Renwick│Jelena Santiago│Bahir Pasha│Caelan│Barnabáš│The Father│

Érebos│Frank the vagabond│Balthazar│Katarina Dufwa││

 

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 HUMAN CHARACTERS

Abraham Van HelsingJonathan HarkerMina HarkerLucy WestenraQuincey P. MorrisArthur HolmwoodDr John Seward

R.M. RenfieldSteiner LeichtenbergRalph the taxi driverGiovanni AgostiAndersonRebecca HarrisMaddox

Romenduz Tavala│DoomsayerValeri Dojstov│Abraham SullivanDavid SullivanBlair O'Connor│Mother Anna│

Heliga Birgitta│

 

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OTHER CHARACTERS

  The Dread DoctorsZoltanThe Wendigo of Castle DraculaLa bête du GévaudanOliver HarkerSynovaTimothy Holmes

Anna Darvolya││

 

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 LOCATIONS WITHIN THE WORLD - VAMPIRE, HUMAN, OTHER SUPERNATURAL

 Castle DraculaThe Carpathian MountainsThe VillageCarfax AbbeySeward's Sanitarium││

The Tavala VillageThe City of Enoch││Tomb of Thanatos

Abandoned Building│ │Virgil's mansion │Robin's house│Dracula's Mansions
المدينة الغارقة (almadinat alghariqa, or The Sunken City

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THE WORLD OF VAMPIRES

The TraditionsThe Vampire HierarchyThe MasqueradeDomainsHunting GroundsCommunication amongst the Undead

Pax InmortuaeThe War of AgesLexicon of the DeadThe Modern NightThe AncientsThe Generation Theory

The EmbraceThe Beast WithinFinal DeathBlood Bond BlightsThrallVampire Hunters

Humans loyal to DraculaThe Demeter The IchorFoul Rituals and Dark BeginningsRomanian TreasureAntediluvian

GolcondaPlaguebearer

 

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VAMPIRE ORGANISATIONS

The Societas ImmortaliumThe Sabbat│The Anarch Movement│Malakut│

Children of CaineThe Eye │││The Order

The Night Children│

 

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 THE WORLD OF HUMANS

Humanity and the Supernatural││Vampire HuntersFaithTrue Faith│The Second Inquisition 

 

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HUMAN ORGANISATIONS

 The Department of Paranormal ActivitiesThe Holy Order of Saint Michael 'The Inquisition'The Van Helsing Association

The Arthur InitiativeThe Coalition against DraculaThe Holmwood FamilyThe Harker Family

The Company of ThreeThe Church of Father's Glory The Hunter SocietyThe Order of the Dragon

 

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THE WORLD OF THE SUPERNATURAL 

 

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 OTHER SUPERNATURAL ORGANISATIONS

The Vampires of the East 'Jiangshi'

 

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EVENTS IN THE WORLD - VAMPIRE, HUMAN, AND OTHER SUPERNATURAL

Concordia Immortalium│Failed London Takeover│The Blood Feud

Dracula's absence │The hunt for the Heartstone 

 

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OBJECTS -VAMPIRE, HUMAN, AND OTHER SUPERNATURAL 

The sword of Dracul│Dragon key│The Dracul family ringDe Dödas Huvudbonad (Crown of the Dead)

Quincey's kukri knifeStaff of RaHeart StoneMysterious boxSeal of DraculBram Stoker's Dracula novel 

Love letter to TimothyRobin's gunMalum Praesidium

 

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MISCELLANEOUS LORE

 

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SYNOVA

                                          "This -thing- is rather peculiar. I don't know what else to say? It's like a childhood fever dream become reality. 

Who knows what trouble this fox and I will get up to? And with my track record, and this being a literal bloody shadow, well I'm expecting this particular adventure to involve either murder, dark relics, or a trip to an unholy site for evil rituals. But I'm still holding on to hope for this being that one demon or evil creature who just so wishes to stay in and consume ludicrous amounts of chocolate, and watch television.

Who knows?"

-Robin

DAVID

“It is not often an opportunity such as this is presented, as when it appears literally on the front side of your homestead.
A boy, an instrument, a broken cello that I shall, I think, put together in due time.
Then, David, you I shall play until you dance to my tune entirely.
You will twist, you will turn, and you will sing my melody now henceforth.”

- Dracula

ABRAHAM

 

 

AGNES

 

 

ALICE

"Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams. Yes, her internal turmoil, a war of the mind, it is what makes her one of the more dangerous adversaries I have faced thus far. Unpredictable, unrelenting, and completely merciless.

I must take care, lest she foils my plans.”

-Dracula

VIRGIL

"There may yet be things, many of the mind, things that he cannot grasp, such as the nature and virtue of patience and the bountiful reward that can come from restraint. After all, ambition is only ever as useful as the person wielding it.

The fall of many of our kind stems from this fatal flaw, yet I did not at all think that it would be the Achilles heel of my own son.

I thought I had done better, that I would not see the past be repeated...

In what hurry are they, they who have centuries ahead of them?"

- Dracula

 

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  • “It’s already happened in the past, we’ve been raided by armed forces in the past, including a submarine long before I got this house. I think we’re good.” In response to Ralph’s rambling about looking suspicious, the Warlock vaguely mentioned a few- prior incidents, whatever those were. Must’ve been intense if an underwater warship was involved.

    Hearing those two bickering amongst themselves was almost free entertainment, both males had to force themselves to look away as they headed towards the garage ahead. Thankfully for his own sake, Robin wouldn’t be able to see Abe’s mildly amused grin since he was leading.

    . . .

    “You’re right, I’m not. I didn’t exactly become immortal or anything crazy like that.” Just to put down Robin’s first hunch, he immediately dismissed his first theory and briefly turned to have his back face him, then exhaled for a sigh. Seconds later, the young veteran shifted back to his newfound friend, and the overweight man standing beside him while the Warlock kept quiet for what came next.

    “It wasn’t the British Empire I fought for. Long ago, there were two other nations that got erased from the history books: The Empyrean Concord, and Dominion, both were monarchies. The Empyrean army is what I got enlisted in, and they imported a lot of British weapons for their front. The Dominion was similar to the Soviet Union, multiple smaller states in one that’s like a dictatorship, its ruler being Kaiser Draven, who unified both man and beast under his reign much like what the Empyrean did.

    They both fought during the Great War. While people in Europe were killing each other in trenches, I got assigned to a tank crew due to my experience in working with vehicles as a Railroader, my position was the driver. My crew and I survived quite a few missions together, but nothing could’ve prepared us for what came later down the line.

    The Dominion had been working in collaboration with the Central powers in experimenting with supernatural and groundbreaking technology. The Empyrean found out about a huge laboratory they had and amassed a large army to capture it. The Dominion went as far as deploying airships just to defend it.

    We were sent in to smash through enemy fortification and siege the compound. I pushed through with my mates and we eventually got in, but at a great cost. One by one, our crew was picked off in nasty ways, some being hit by bullets that bounced around after breaching the hull.

    At one point, our commander stepped outside and discovered some strange device, called a Stasis Bomb, and it began ticking. There were fears it could go off at any moment and wipe out our entire army. The solution: Mount it on the back of Steelheart and get it away, fast.

    But there was a problem: One of the airships started closing in on our position. Sylvia, a lady in our crew, and yes it’s the same one I told you about back at the Museum, volunteered to stay behind and man an anti-air gun we found earlier. While making our escape, she blasted that airship out of the sky, and died saving us.

    Eventually… the stasis detonated, putting us all in suspended animation for over a century, by then most of my crew was already dead. For me, it looked like the lighting just suddenly changed in an instant. When looking outside, the whole battlefield was gone and replaced by lush greenery and ruins.

    I drove Steelheart out over a hill until I came across Gleeon and his gang. After a few realizations, they told me what year it was, and that the war was over a for a century. Just like that, my entire world was suddenly gone.”

    His story was an incredible amount for anybody to take in, and he had the evidence behind him to prove it. Knowing there might be some doubts, Abraham slid a hand under one pocket and pulled out his black frabric wallet. Reaching in past a few business cards, a card-sized photograph, in black and white. Once out, he handed it over for Robin to take hold of and examine.

    On that monochrome and gritty image was the tank itself, with multiple men all gathered in front of one track, including, Abe, dressed in his outfit at the time. Off to the far right was what resembled a young woman that held a shorter stature, undoubtedly ‘Sylvia’. All of them had been smiling together posing for the photograph.

    “Safe to say that Abe is probably the only World War One veteran still alive, I think the last one died in twenty-eleven.” Gleeon added.

  • “A lot of money was made in my former job, had it stored elsewhere to avoid suspicion. It’s a long story.” An unusually strong was given on that vehicle not exactly be legal, at least with the funds used to obtain it. Despite this attempt at a conversation, the onyx-haired man couldn’t help but keep his unnaturally colored orbs fixated on Robin, mostly out of concern. His answer was followed by another statement. “Funny enough, Abe is the only normal one here.”

    After being thanked, in addition to them bickering for a brief moment, Abraham suddenly remembered something. His liquid mercury hues widened to the point of nearly bursting when making a realization that would normally be problematic for everyone. “Oh shit, what’re the chances our faces were caught on camera in that museum?!”

    “Ohh, don’t worry. Myself, Valery, and Tempest took care of that right after you left. We destroyed the on-site security office, so no camera footage for the cops.” The group leader told him calmly, giving them all a sense of relief.

    “I’m going to advise that you stay low for a while in case those men are thirsty for more. As for you two,” Perking up, the Warlock addressed both Robin and Ralph. “You can hunker down at our house for a day if need be, though I’m going to strongly urge that you feed yourself good to avoid biting one of us.”

    Turning left for a moment, a light nudge to the Vampire’s shoulder was given, one of mild urgency. “I need to show you something, about me. You can come too Ralph.” The brunette said with a heavy exhale, soon walking around their house towards a secondary driveway, which led them towards a backyard, and a second garage-like building.

    Once there, Abraham typed in a four-digit code using an index finger on a keypad. In seconds, the tin door began retracting upward, slowly but surely revealing an eerily familiar, metal behemoth standing idly behind it.

    What laid beyond that door was none other than a British Mark V tank, a real one, in surprisingly pristine condition as well. Said vehicle was painted in blue, white, and black dazzle camo paint scheme, similar to that of troopships from the Great War. On either side, just forward of the sponson turrets was a name written in crimson red text: Steelheart

    Now standing in front of the metal behemoth of a machine, Abraham’s chest heaved until a long exhale was let out, eventually making a one-eighty turn so he could face Robin. By this point, Gleeon was already beside the duo to the far right. What came out of his mouth next was either going to take them by surprise, or make them rightfully skeptical about the bomb he was going to drop.

    “...I’m a World War One veteran.”
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  • As silence fell between them with Robin searching for a fitting word for the vampire that finally left them in peace, David couldn't help but wonder how long he had been dealing with such a wretch of a man. “...chicken shit? A rantallion?” He helpfully tossed along, rifling through the arsenal he has picked up over the years before finally pursing his lips shut with a convincing nod at what came up. “Huhhh, arsehole works, too.” A little too splendidly, in fact, and he dreaded the idea of asking how many more of them were out there, like him, loitering in this place. 

    The sorcerer already made plans of learning new things along the way of this mission out of spite – this new age will certainly give him better things to describe those that needed that. Robin finally answered that meager question he had, which took his full attention for a moment, and yet found no desire to ask further, judging from the tone of his voice alone. He didn’t have to say more than that. While it left many other things unanswered and merely paved the way to more questions, this was something that David didn't pursue, for now. 

    War has a way of changing people. He was not certain if he wanted to spill his own story, either.

    Not here. Not now.

     

    The vampire drew close, and surprisingly, David didn't even need to lift his head. Senses gradually heightened as time progressed, within and beyond those lines, it was easier to feel what was shifting nearby. "Hey, be careful, you wouldn't want to get caught by…" Words trailed off as he started, and if he sounded like that, it must be rather urgent. The further it went, however, the more confused he seemed, partially in a state of disbelief.

    Together, you and I, we can both get what we want.

    He glanced at him twice, the briefest expression on his face was as if the vampire just grew two heads. Of course, he was well aware of what kind of monster Dracula was. It was on full display the moment he woke up. The fear on Robin’s face was proof of that when he first showed up. David remembered the tales, whispered by his late mother for a bedtime story that kept him and his brother wide awake at night, sneaking bulbs of garlic from the pantry as much as their wee hands could carry, fashioning crude crucifixes that they both held no belief in. Such fiends were real, brutalities passed down by word of mouth that his early lessons circled these creatures of the night, and he now had the privilege of meeting in the flesh. All of that was enough to make him pause, turning a heel to face him. "My, my. Mr. Harker, this is a very dangerous proposition. Especially on these grounds." His voice remained quiet, never mind if that came out a little too smoothly for someone so obviously perplexed. And yet a step was taken, to the edges of the intricate borders he made, peering at him closely. "Are you trying to test my loyalty to this household already, or did he order you to do that on his behalf?"

    David knew he had every right to be suspicious. And yet the underlying curiosity was hard to reign back. Just a breath away, he searched Robin's face for any sign of deceit. Just what made this man think that there’s no possibility of him actually mentioning that at some point? Not that he will, for so long the sorcerer tried to steer clear of anything that didn’t involve him way back and kept the secrets of those he forged. But wasn’t this a little too… reckless? Too hasty? A part of him wondered how this vampire even kept his head all this time if his first impulse was to approach anyone new or promising with… this. "You know him better than I do. If I said yes to all of that, how are you going to do it without getting yourself killed?"

    Truth be told, he wasn't expecting a straight answer or an elaborate plan. His words were not condescending, it was the question of a man asking Robin to reconsider what he was saying, in this darkness, out loud. At this point, his words dropped into a whisper. "You promise me my freedom and you want Javier dead, but what about you? Don't you want to be free of all this as well?"

  • The sound of water dripping and wet feet hitting concrete fills the silence between them. Zach feels ten years older in the quiet. His mind circles back around to recent events and the potential consequences of it all. Hopes Timothy doesn't notice the anxious way he flexes his fingers around the other man's hand and marches onward until he feels a tug that makes him stop in his tracks and look back through the darkness. Zach is frustrated because he knows Timothy is correct. Yet, they don't have many options even fewer when enemy forces are suddenly barrelling into the drains.

    "Don't worry," Zach says as he marches forward. There's not much to see down here in these depths. But he's feeling confident. Zach's other hand, the one not attached to Timothy, is stretched forward and dipping into the inky essence of his shadow. It leads him calmy into the depths, a dark beacon that feels safe and like home. Though it moves slower than Zach would prefer, he does not complain when it pauses fifteen minutes later near a rusting ladder.

    Tugging Timothy across to the side, Zach then slides his hand out of his and plants it on the railing. It doesn't feel particularly stable, but it should be enough. "Here might be good," he says, voicing ringing with too much confidence for a man blindly walking through sewers. Zach climbs up the ladder with careful movements, mindful of loose bolts and old welds. When he reaches the top, there is another grate. With an aggressive pull, he wrenches the latch off and shoves the grate away. Bright light filters into the sewer, temporarily blinding Zach. Once his vision adjusts to the light, he peeks through the opening and then swings his body to glance back down at Timothy. "Come up, we're good."

    Zach climbs through the grate first and has to wriggle to fit himself through. Once up, he turns and crouches waiting for Timothy to also climb his way up. The sun is setting, casting an orange glow upon the almost empty street. A kid on a bicycle across the street is staring at Zach with wide, disbelieving eyes. Zach sheepishly waves at him, then offers a hand to help Timothy the whole way out.

  • Tight. Gods be damned, when was the last time he has been anywhere this tight? 

    Being incorporeal in a few parts helped, and yet the jagged ends still dug through as he pushed on, finding no better reason to turn back. Some parts were even more narrow than the last. A sigh of relief escaped him the moment he was finally free. Not without a few small scrapes and possible bruises, but he assumed that it would have been worse if not for the methods that he was slowly relearning. While mostly unscathed, he could feel something cold, watery, and slimy trailing upon his back. Gross. David wouldn’t consider himself a squeamish man and yet a slight shudder still ran through him as he tried to inspect himself as much as he could, just before averting his eyes to his surroundings.

    Beyond the radius of the light, everything was pitch black. But in here, in his head, there was silence.

    So peculiarly tranquil, other than that light draft of breeze that ebbed and flowed like a held-back breath, dousing him time and time again with that wretched stench, making him wonder what crawled in here and died. A human, perhaps? Do some of Dracula’s underlings drag their prey in here when they could have patches of the castle for themselves? He wouldn’t be surprised, and yet he could ignore that.

    So quiet, that he could actually hear something scraping not too far off. It sounded like footsteps dragged on gravel, though the sight aided with magic can only reach so much. David could at least make out the faint outline of the walls nearest to him and a few steps ahead, other than the color that the firelight could bring. It was still empty– or so it seems, but what are the chances of seeing anything alive in here?

    So silent, that he could easily hear his own breath, and voices on the other side. Crueza’s initial taunting wasn’t missed, and from there, the young man already assumed that nothing good will happen each time the older vampire opens his mouth. That conversation felt like something he shouldn’t be listening to, yet couldn’t help overhearing, a deep frown already gracing his face as soon as he heard a  cruel, disparaging term used so freely. As much as he wanted to focus on the task at hand, questions still raced in his head, even more so when a name was uttered. Timothy.

    A lover, perhaps? That wasn’t any of his business now, was it?

    He was about to leave it be, taking several steps forward to take a headstart in exploring, trying to spot any other torches that he can set alight, and yet Javier went on. His voice had a way of cutting through whatever newfound calmness there was down here, and his words were even worse. What could he give up to be the one to wipe that smug grin off that face? It was downright sickening, almost enough to make him turn back if not for the obvious obstacle of a wall dividing him from the rest.

    With a temper now fouled, perhaps he doesn’t need to venture that far. This was already a good enough space.

     

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    The torch was moved slightly, illuminating Robin’s quiet entrance. So he did decide to stay, after all? The vampire will find David scooting down not too far away with the torch in one hand, using a smaller chunk of a stone he fetched somewhere to scratch something upon the rough floors. Sigils and a multitude of symbols were laid out and layered upon one another, though it seemed that irritation was being quite the potent fuel for the rapid progress. The sorcerer didn’t seem perturbed at the sight of him as if it was the most common thing there was that he has ever laid his eyes upon. He looked rather concerned, however, and he only shook his head at the apology. “No– no, please don’t be. Are you alright? It’s easier said than done, but don’t let him get to you. He can’t even face the consequences without bringing Lord Dracula in.”

    Perhaps leaving the two behind was a bad idea, but was there really anything he could have done in Robin’s defense? The distaste lingered, and from whatever light to be had, that was visible on his face. “It’s not like we needed a chaperone to Iraq. Does it really look like we need some additional company for this mission?” Does it have to be that man? He didn’t seem thrilled with the idea, and yet he only focused on what he was doing. If it’s through their host’s command then there’s nothing to be changed about that, and hapless complaints shall fall upon deaf ears.

    For a moment, there was only the scratching of stone against stone. The quick, consistent grinding and gritting of the earth as more of those things were carved in. There were the periodic pauses of him looking back up to the dense, inky black beyond only to resume his work once more. He hasn’t heard any more movement from its depths ever since. “You know, I had a brother who was drafted as a soldier. I wish I could say he made it home, but he didn’t. Which war did you take part in, if I may ask?” While he sounded wistful, he was already finishing up, quietly muttering something about asking for candles in the future under his breath. 



    The result of this little handiwork was a crude, medium-sized circle fitting for a single person, shallowly engraved upon the earth by a hasty hand. It looked like a mass of uneven lines and mixed-up symbols strewn and exploded into different sections from the exterior to the center, ranging from the ancient to the ones that were tailored and improvised. To the one who made it, it looked like it could have seen better days, but since it was spun from memory, there was that odd sense of pride and David was still susceptible to that. The young man finally stood up after a moment of inspection and passed the torch to him. “Kindly hold this for me for a moment. This shouldn’t be harmful, but if you’re set on staying around… just don’t let the light go out.” There wasn’t any warning that tailed after that.

  • He would have stepped directly into the armed forces' line of sight had Timothy not hooked the crook of his elbow and jerked him back. Almost tripping on his own feet, Zach crashes awkwardly against the body that had yanked him. Quickly adjusts himself, nods in appreciation, then peers around the corner. Things are not looking good for either of them. He swallows a thick lump down his throat and tries his best to ignore the prickling sense of panic that threatens to overload his senses. Just what has he gotten himself into? Timothy had murdered somebody. This wasn't a game. Zach is defending a murderer of all things and if he is caught, his life is as good as over. 

    Fuck.

    Searching for anything to help ground himself, Zach's hand winds back and squeezes around Timothy's wrist. Holds him tight like he is Zach's only lifeline right now. It feels like he is. Eventually, he settles back against their corner and looks over to where Timothy had gestured toward. His expression tenses at the storm drain. Barely large enough to fit Zach's wider frame, but probably not impossible. Their other options are less than desirable, so he nods, although reluctantly.

    He let go of Timothy's hand. Dipping into a crouch, he slots his fingers into the metal grid and pulls with enough force to lift it but with some gentleness so as to make as little sound as possible. There's a small clang of metal. Zach freezes, unsure if the sound has alerted anybody. When he hears nothing, he relaxes and places the lid off to the side. He makes a motion with his hand, urging Timothy to the storm drain first. It leads to a drainage system beneath the hospital foundation and smells of chemicals and blood.

    Following, Zach fits himself into the space by maneuvering his shoulders. But before he properly descends, he reaches for the grate and lifts it as delicately as he can, then places it back over the storm drain. Once more, the metal clangs and it draws some attention this time. Not wishing to wait and see if they find them, he chooses to skip the ladder and drop the few meters to the bottom. Zach rolls when he hits the ground to absorb some of the impact of falling. 

    Once he catches his bearings, he stands and turns toward Timothy. "You okay?" he asks, expecting a quick response. With one nod, he reaches forward without a second thought and grasps the man's hand firmly with his own. "I don't know how the fuck to get out of here, but I don't think we should sit here and wait, come on." Determined, he pulls on Timothy's hand and begins to walk in one direction.

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  • "'Sent'... By Lord Who-now?" Vertebrae comes to an alignment whilst cranium tilts to a slight degree. Was Synova serious? Surely not, yet it was impossible to tell with a creature that lacked tangible facial structure besides ever-shifting shadow. Robin held the fox's regard, and level curiosity was submerged beneath every surface possibly formed within.

    "Why do I wish to accompany you? Hm..." Momentary silence followed, as if the beast himself dwelled upon that very question. Anatomy rose, and fluid motions brought the fox on top of the corpse beside him. Synova seated himself quaintly upon the dead man's chest and curled his tail around his paws.

    "Curiosity, I suppose. Or, maybe I want something from you, maybe I have something you want. We may be going in the same direction. I haven't quite figured it out just yet, but I'm sure the answer will come eventually~" Such a lengthy way of admitting that he did not know.

    "Now, then. Where are we headed, Robin? And what do you intend to do with your prey?"

  • Robin’s amused reaction was probably expected, but the uncontrollable flush of scarlet on that mortified face still came, perhaps the most color that could ever graze his complexion ever since he arrived in the castle. The first few days of meeting someone here and all he needed to do was embarrass himself, just wonderful. And yet all was somehow amended when something was presented, successfully diverting David’s attention before it became too awkward for him to bear. “Uh, thanks?” On cupped hands was a single bar of chocolate, which he eyed for a moment, only for him to light up when the brand itself seemed to ring any bells. This peace offering was pocketed away for later. All was good, all was amiably forgiven. 

    In a place like this, the regular things keep you sane.

    In a way, he would agree, that he did love the food here (and was partially bribed by that into staying), but how will one say that they’ve been through the complexities of sanity and the lack of thereof without opening a can of worms? Amusement gave way to curiosity regarding the books, though it was a matter that he wouldn’t pursue. “Very well, I’ll take your word for it.” David looked at the paperbacks curiously. They seemed harmless enough, but it seemed to matter a lot to Robin so he figured he can go along with that for peace of mind. That was until the vampire started pacing uneasily at his request. 

    Blinking the sunshine from his eyes, he only shook his head. On that face was a downturned, puppy-eyed look that just said please. “I can probably find my way back once I get a hold of what it’s like down below…” and whatever secrets kept therein, it’s something he doesn’t have to speak of. But then, the dead here are hardly even a secret anymore. He noticeably brightened up when Robin finally agreed, a reaction so misplaced when his request perhaps was laden with such ominosity that no normal or sane human would ask. David was quick to follow his steps before he changes his mind. “I wouldn’t oblige anyone to stay through the entire thing. You'd be free to leave as you wish and I wouldn't hold that against you.”

    That nature of magic didn't sit well with most people, after all, but that promise seemed genuine. If there was something that took David aback, however, was how this newfound confidence from the practice was starting to seep in, again, and he was not entirely sure if it was a good thing. He wouldn’t have uttered these words a couple of days ago.

    There was only so much noise that one can take before they either break or find some form of peace in the chaos. The sorcerer knew that he somehow still teeters in both, striding the fine line in between, but as Robin took strides and he eagerly followed like a flightless fledgling, taking note of their surroundings to memorize the path, it did feel like it was something he was slowly easing into. Whether it was because he was getting used to the constant whispers or he was finally treading the right path, he wasn’t sure. Goosebumps prickled on his skin as they went further, the air turned colder, yet no complaint was made. 

    One thing was certain, however – he was glad he wasn’t doing this alone. 

    Thanking Robin for the light, they proceeded to go deeper. The spiraling staircase was quite a pain, even for a man who was starting to get used to the castle’s staircases and the risky gaps in between. The only time that he was able to stretch somehow was when they were at the bottom, and even so, dodging various obstacles was still a thing, and the massive room they arrived into was a burst of relief. A brief moment was spared to look at the place in awe, taking his time to stare at the intense carvings of the statues in the place, before scurrying away to follow the vampire. The result to the edge of the path was a young man who was constantly trying to brush off the bits of soil and debris from his hair and his shoulders, to no avail. Before them stood this small, daunting aperture carved and weathered upon the massive rock barrier.

    Robin’s worry did make sense to him, perhaps the more sensible parts of him actually believed that he was right. But there was also the nagging feeling to take it up a notch, perhaps a near primal instinct telling him that from this point, it was only starting. Down here, it felt lighter, even with that lingering sense of dread. He was about to answer, but whatever he was intending to say way quickly halted.

     

    David sucked in a quiet breath through gritted teeth, turning a heel to look at this newcomer. His eyes were quickly fixed upon the dagger, hardly taking his eyes off the blade. The damned thing glinted beneath the warm firelight, all edges sharp and steely, ready to find a home on some unsuspecting flesh. Even though it was already sheathed away, the man remained tense, gripping the torch so tightly, his knuckles turning a shade paler.  His composure remained, however, cooly nodding in response to the introduction given. “Mr. Crueza. A pleasure.”

    No, he didn't like this man in one bit. That smug look on that face, words that just reeked of plain arrogance that he was all too familiar with, children of old nobles who had their worlds served on a silver platter. But being civil brought him this far. That peculiar talk about rankings certainly took him back to the good old days of the Dominion, though David doubted that this man would even have the slightest gall to spout the same things before Dracula himself. “Mr. Harker and I are not expecting some extra company today, but you are more than welcome to come along if you wish.” That came out as a meditative hum. “To be in the company of two esteemed people while roaming about? How thoughtful, Lord Dracula.Really, he shouldn't have. 

    What failures were they even talking about to have Robin scorned this much? That was not a good time to ask, and with that, he decided to get back to work. The light from the torch was cast in some places as if the sorcerer was initially gauging for any weak points that would cave in upon entry. Stepping close to the wall, a pale hand was held out. It wasn’t much to him, but using the dark to feel his way around in this cramped space was starting to become really handy. And so be it.

    It seems… empty? What lies beyond this point seems a little more spacious than that opening, however. "I think I will be alright," he shrugged. "I can head in first."

    How many times has he smelled decay before, he already lost count. Ah, that certainly unlocked less-than-pleasant memories that flashed in that head. But this body was reacting to it. Chiding himself for this newfound repulsion, David gradually worked his way in, knowing that he will adjust, in time. There was a bit of a struggle at first, but it slowly became easier. 

     

    Beneath the flickering radiance of the fire, parts and edges of his silhouette seemed to drift, limbs seemingly teetering between solid and wafting smoke, but perhaps it was only the trick of the light.

     

  • “I’ll be right back!!” Once they were at a dead stop close by their target, along with all three men making a beeline out of there for dear life, Abraham was quick to let himself out. Nearly slamming it closed behind him, he took off on both legs into a full-blown sprint, knowing there wasn’t much time available until that raging inferno would reach the vehicle’s interior.

    “Fuck fuck fuck!” He’d almost shout, having felt the scorching heat from that engine fire, which left him with a problem. Seeing that there was no other way, said young man decided to bite the bullet and yank that battered door open, thankfully its locks weren’t working since those men had to evacuate less than a minute ago. Upon doing so, he easily spotted Robin and wasted no time in grabbing him from under both shoulders before tugging hard.

    With a few audible grunts, the brunette successfully pulled him headfirst out of that burning car, then proceeded to haul him towards their cab. Having already noticed the blood on his lips, Abe was rightfully careful not to lean too close since a frenzy was anticipated, he better than to risk it. Soon, a door to the back seat was opened, followed by him lifting the Vampire inside.

    Seconds later, the veteran reopened and climbed back into his front seat upon strapping their friend down with a few seat belts, having left his wrists bound. “I would untie him but he still be hungry. Don’t take it personally!” He’d say to them both, audibly out of breath when panting for air, his chest heaving.

    “I know a safe place we can go and feed Robin while we’re at it. Keep going North and take a right on Eastman. We’re going to my friend’s place on Albany street! Punch it!” Given that both authorities and the Fire Department were likely to show if any other motorists were to roll by, Abe gave him some directions on where they’d be venturing off to. From there, if Ralph didn’t already know where to find it, he’d guide him towards their destination.

    Suddenly remembering his failed attempt at summoning a certain friend of his earlier, he’d pull out his phone again to call him, placing it next to his ear.

    “Turn around and meet me back at the house, have some blood in a cup on the ready if you beat us there. I’m bringing us two special guests, one is in need.” This was accompanied by a very audible: “What’s going on over there?!”

    “I’ll explain when we get there.”

    . . .

    “There it is.”

    Not terribly long into their drive, they would eventually arrive to a forested location, then a gravel driveway that went into an increasingly open patch of grass. Where they ended up was a lakeside clearing, surrounded by a mountain range and vast woodlands, much of which had rocky terrain the further one would go.

    Up ahead was a two-story home, a rather large one. Upfront towards their right side was a separate garage, big enough to house two vehicles with some extra space inside. Behind it in the backyard was a storage building; how in the world could anyone afford such with property taxes? One would question. On the far left was a wooden boat dock connected to a little island on that same lake.

    Sitting there out in the open was a dark gray Lamborghini Murcielago: A high-end and rare sportscar that would normally kill somebody’s wallet just to pay for insurance.

    Should Ralph pull up and stop, Abraham unlocked his door, stepped out, then proceeded to open the one behind him. “For the love of God, please don’t bite me… Give me your wrists.” If Robin allowed it, his new acquaintance brought out a pocket knife to cut the fabric and free his hands, shortly before offering one to help him out of the car.

    “Glad to see that you’re not dead.”

    Having come down a set of wooden steps from the front porch of the house was a pale-skinned, onyx-haired man with golden irises, dressed in a highly decorative formal suit and dress gloves, in addition to black pants. Said figure, who was more than likely in their thirties from the looks of it, had approached them while holding a large, insulated metal cup, protected by a clear, reinforced plastic lid. If Robin could smell it, the scent of blood was present.

    “Yeah~ Same.” Already knowing what was in it, Abe had taken the Yeti cup and quickly handed it to the Vampire. “There’s more if you need it, drink up, don’t ask where we got it..” He’d encourage before introducing the two. “This is Gleeon. Gleeon, meet Ralph and Robin.”

    “I had a nagging suspicion on why blood was asked for.” The warlock openly said, followed by a response from his veteran of a friend. “Four blokes came out of nowhere while we were just chatting about history stuff and started blasting. Robin took all the hits for me with one guy getting shot in the head by me. Ralph and I had to chase them down to get him back, all those shots just about tore him up. They were vampire hunters, I think."

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