The Bathory mansion ~on Hold for NOW~

[MR. Baron Von Yoko]

Marque looked around the room, this part of the mansion was actually the only one that had electricity, as it was necessary for his work. Marque looked to the light switch on the wall. Meh, lighting this place was a worthless expense. Not to mention heating it as he and his brothers were always cold. It was odd. Their blood flow and muscles were so efficient that they didn’t produce heat. Although it felt like it took away a part of their humanity. Although it was definately odd, How did this girl, from Canada get all the way to Spain and into this secluded mountain valley. It was preposterous.

What a sharp kid. As it was night time now though, it wouldn’t be a problem to put on human airs. After all, Marque was actually quite fond of the light. He could eat human food without problem even though it tasted horrible to him. As long as he was careful she most likely could come to any kind of conclusion to him being nosferatu. “I’m perfectly fine with the lights, but electricity isn’t cheap for a house like this. Theirs a light switch over on the wall beside you if you feel it necessary.”

Marque was really lucky he had fed just before meeting her. Unlike other vampires, marque couldn’t retract his fangs, another draw back of being an, we’ll call it Alpha, vampire. It was the reason kept bringing his hand to cover his face when he smiled, laughed. Whenever, by now it was more a reflex.

With the Appearance of this girl, Marque was now curious as to where his brothers were. The only possibility left was that one of his brothers brought this girl here. It wasn’t the middle brother, just because that boy was so reclusive Marque would be surprised if he’d ever talked with a girl, let alone kidnap one in the middle of the night. Lucid..... Argh. If it was him, one probably wasn’t enough. One was never enough for him. God damnit. Marque brought his fingers to his temple in frustration. This was a terrible sitaution. What to do now. A plane wouldn’t be coming into mountains for another day or two, Guess she was stuck.  

[MR. Baron Von Yoko]

Marque turned to see Lucid. Was amazing timing. Normally, Marque would pull the vanishing act ot ocatch him, but for fear of revealing their secret he simply walked over. A cold, stern look plagued Marques features as he strode over towards Lucid. An almost unreal way about he moved, as in the number of steps did seem to match up with the distance he moved. Grabbing the “young” Lucid by the hood on his back, Marque dragged him across the floor, feet dangling behind him. Throwing him into a chair, marque looked down at Lucid with a condescending stare. The normaly kind and calm marque exuded an extremely dangerous gaze upon his brother. Making him sweat.

Marque took a deep breath in, his stress level dropping with the release of his breath. Taking a seat across from Lucid, Marque shot a quizical stare his way. “How many.....”

Marque eyes looked backed towards miss Ley, fear that his little...Outburst, may have startled her. She seemed to be a little frightened. This was no time for games with this woman, he needed answers. Marque shot her a hypnotizing stare. A common trick of all vampires that calmed the nerves of a victim. Marque motioned for her to come over to a seat by the two, she, under his spell followed and took a seat. After fulfilling the task, snapping out of the trance. Marque had always wondered what people saw and felt underneath that spell. After all, for each person it was different, it made them want to follow the order, make it so that if it was fulfilled, all would right with their world. Although, it only worked when the mind was in an erratic state.

Marque looked back to Lucid, waiting for his an answer. The young vampire stood in an almost defiant manner, Lucid was never one to back down from Marque and on more than one occasion managed to throw him into an illusion. Although, having had it done too often at one point, Marque and his other brother began to build up a resistance. Although nothing is absolute.  

[MR. Baron Von Yoko]

Marque always had trouble dealing with Lucid, they were exact opposites in many. Lucid seeme to embrace his powers. It gave him a different perspective on the world and it made it so nothing didn’t have some fascination. Lucid was gifted with brilliance and while he was young and human, he had always been jaded and bored with the worlld. After Marque met up with him several years ago he had become a completely different person. A master of his own abilities and at times, a merciless killer. Marque had by no means embraced his gift at all, trying to be part of the mortal world and help humans rather than hunt them and see them as a fascinating prey .

Cheeky little Phuck, trying. Trying to get the girl over to his way of thinking. Putting blame on Marque. Without even acknowledging the question, Marque stared at Lucid with those devistating dark eyes. The red glint as if they were made of crystalized blood. Marque felt slightly guilty about putting that spell over Ley, but it was necessary that she not wander the shelves unchecked. There was some questionable literature among the shelves, ones centuries old, Ones that had thought disappeared and lost forever. Not to mention Marque had tried to study vampires, so there were several books of that scattered about the room. Marque had at one point tried to find a cure, but, that was a very dark time for him that he didn’t exaclty wish to derge up from his mind.

Marque turned back to Lucid, speaking with a little more force “Lucid, How many people have you brought here.” Marque wanted to try and solve this matter without his careless brother revealing the “Family” secret. Although even though brilliant, he could be dense at times. Hell, He might just reveal them out of spite. But if that was the case, then there would be no reason to hold back on account Leyannei.  

[MR. Baron Von Yoko]

Looked up to the top of the door, the four headed wolf glaring back him. Disgusting, Marque hated taxidermy and even though he knew it was an illusion that had drifted into their senses, Marque was powerless to do anything about it at the moment. Lucid had the ultimate tool framing, able to create any situation at all at the bat of an eyeslash, not only that, he was cunnign and knew how to use his ability to it’s fullest, specifically to piss off Marque. Damnit what was he thinking. Marque was afraid of the girl fearing him, he was most likely the only standing in between her and lucid tearing into her throat.

What Marque was worried about most was that Lucid would bring those wold out of the wall, forcing marque hand. After all, if one of those sensory illusion were to take a humans heart, the shock alone would cause death. As they say with the death of the mind, comes the death of the body. Lucid was testament to that phrase. Marque looked to Lucid, a glint of fear in his eyes “Don’t do anything foolish brother.”

The words Pierced his lips. It was like poison bending to Lucid’s twisted game. Marque wanted nothing more than to vanish into the shadows, appearing behind lucid with his cold hands clasped around his brothers neck. It was fun because he would heal just fine. But marque restrained himself.  

[MR. Baron Von Yoko]

Marque loosed a sigh heavy with thought. What was he to do now, he didn’t exactly hav the best personal skills in the world, especially not something that could calm a girl as firghtened a sthis and thanks to that little stunt Lucid had pulled she was nearly as bad as before. Marque rose from his seat and waltzed over to his shelf containing rows upon rows of old mugs. Pulling on one from the formation, a koud mechanism sounded through the mansion as a one of the tall bookshelved moved aside In the room, revealing a set of stone steps leading down into the dark. Marque moved towards the heavy set doors and pushed it closed with ease, to ensure her safety of course, if she left, who knew what horrors she would be subject to. Afterwards Marque sent a passing smile Ley’s way as he made for the cellar. A cold and damp air exuded from the passage and Marque stepped into the darkness. A few moments later, he emerged with glass mug filled to the brim with a amber ale. Looking at Ley, she was still nervous and gripping her stomach. Marque epayed no mind to it as he sat Down in the chair across from her, mug in hand. “You know, you may want to calm down. Your not leaving for at least a day or two. I’ll take a minute to explain your situation. You’re here, at a mansion in a secluded valley in Spain. I have no real idea how you got here, but I assume that it is my brother Lucid’s doing. Now considering his personality, your most likely not the only girl here. Now the reason your stuck here is because there won’t be any ways to get you out of this valley until our shipment arrives. So, you may as well calm down. Try and enjoy your stay.”

Marque took from his back pocket a small flashlight and placed it on the table in front of Ley. Marque didn’t need such things, the darkness was his home in many ways, it in darkness where his powers were at their fullest after all. Marque looked up to Ley after placing the flashlight, a wide smile across his face.