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His sleep was silent and profound. A rest into eternal darkness, just like what he lived in… Though, the soft whisper that came to him through the silence felt like a peek of light and thus, the man slowly opened his eyes, as if he hadn’t been in that deep of a sleep. Just…slowly and calmly did he awake, like most days. Soon noticing the artificial, low light that came from the night table, the vampire moaned a slight complaint. He knew he was bound to wake, now. Chasing the sleepiness away with a single yawn, Esteban sat up in his bed and stared before him. He remained this way, until Elizabeth came to set his gown at the bed’s edge. To her words, he simply nodded, and once the young lady was off to the living room, the vampire slid out of bed and put the black silk gown on, tying it loosely around his waist. Elizabeth had every right to avoid staying in his bedroom when he just woke, as most of the time; Esteban was indeed naked under those light sheets of his. Thing was, he liked the feeling of his soft, dark red sheets on his bare body…silk, there again. Then making his way to the bathroom, the vampire didn’t care to close the door completely that he just let the gown slide off his body and into the shower he went, under the hot water. Closing his eyes and appreciating the sensation of the warm liquid streaming on his skin, it was only a short moment later that he started washing himself. Once his showering done, the man got out of the shower and reached out towards the towel he just knew he’d find there, so he didn’t even bother looking beforehand, and he dried himself off with it. Keeping the towel pending off each side of his neck afterwards, Esteban took a few steps towards the gown he’d left to the floor earlier and he simply held his hand out above it, having the neck of the clothing come into his grasp. Telekinesis was his thing. He didn’t mind putting the gown back on; he knew the floor was flawlessly clean…all thanks to Elizabeth. Walking out of the bathroom, the vampire turned left and opened the wardrobe that was there, picking out a sachet of blood that was on a shelf. Making his way over to the mini bar counter, he just grabbed a glass into which to pour the red liquid in after having ripped the sachet open with his teeth. Taking a few mouthfuls in and down his throat, the vampire ended up frowning. He wasn’t up for blood out of a mere sachet it seemed… Shifting his red hues towards Elizabeth that was nearby, sweeping, Esteban silently came over to the human lady and, as she was by the large window, he effortlessly pinned her against the cold glass and, after brushing his lips mildly on her delicate neck’s skin, he bare his fangs and dug them gently but firmly into Elizabeth’s flesh, soon feeding off her. He didn’t press his body to hers, nor did his hands trail on her curves…he simply fed, taking in this blood that he knew all so well.

¼ ½ ✠❖☸☠ ✠ ¼ ½

She sat there for a moment staring at her glass. she sipped it quietly as she turned back to scannign through the crowd.
The female vampire might have thought no one noticed, but Sage did. when it came to vodka, Sage noticed anything. she was quite pissed at this and asked the bar tender if they had anymore of the drink. the bartender looked and shook his head. the only stuff they had left was to be added to blood.
Sage groaned." my vodka" she mumured patheticlly, pretending to feel loss for the drink.
she drank much slower now, forcing herself not to drink what she had left in a rush,she sat adn thought fora moment. pondering. if she were Jonas where would she be.... probably with whats-her-face... well she'd have to0 actually attempt to look soon...

Erick’s beaming smile lasted just until his younger sister closed the private room’s door behind her. Then, his smile faded… His expression probably even became stern. He knew what Veronica’s neutral and disappointed look had meant… She thought of him as a weakling, now. What…she’d expected him to go ahead and kill this human, or even discipline her for that slap? First off, Malcolm had poked his interest and second, he couldn’t allow himself killing anyone anymore. If they were to hear about anything of the sort over in Transylvania…the people who had punished him five centuries ago most likely wouldn’t be as merciful this time. Either way, it still unpleased Erick to have his sister thinking so low of him…if she was to push it in that way, he’d probably get pissed off and…well we don’t want that happening. Lucky he couldn’t read minds, as hearing such a thing as his being worthy of their family name no more would’ve been unbearably offending.

Well, Malcolm’s arm was back to normal, though it probably was still sore… All the Elder could’ve heard about the man’s complaints when the dark haired girl had fixed his arm had been his muffled grunt and groaning. Such a shame…but it was for the best. Such sounds could’ve enticed any vampire around to come and see, and it could’ve caused some commotion that Veronica had been brilliant enough to avoid by shoving that hat of his into the man’s mouth to keep him as quiet as possible. Though, now that the vampiresse was gone and his arm was fixed…it appeared as the human thought he could just…leave. Erick still was holding some kind of a severe expression as, when Malcolm picked his bag up, the vampire stood. The human male didn’t have the time to even lay a single finger on the door’s knob that the Elder appeared right before his very face, between the man and the door. He’d used his vampire speed… It seemed like a good thing though, how the vampire’s stern expression slowly shifted to a calmer one. A small smile even appeared. Erick spoke calmly when saying: “What had you think I was Done?” at the ‘done’ though, the vampire gave a push on the human’s chest and Malcolm went flying backwards and fell seated on the couch -- though with the impact the couch itself fell backwards. Walking over to the couch, Erick bent to lay his hands on the furniture’s seat, on each side of Malcolm’s legs that kinda were in the air, and the vampire pushed downwards, having the couch take its normal position back. That done, the human was seated back onto it and since Erick still had his arms stretched out and hands on the seat on either side of Malcolm, their face were…quite close from one another. The vampire grinned. “You smell scotch…”; he stated, remaining in the same position for a second, until he leaned in some and went to lick Malcolm’s right side of neck. “I like scotch~” he whispered, somewhat warmly, understating that if he was to feed on the man now, he’d probably taste the liquor in his blood and enjoy it. He brushed his fangs on the male’s skin and then said, in the same tone: “I doubt you are foolish enough to come into such a place just to swing your vampire slayer bag along with you and take out a gun to an Elder’s face on the grounds that he joked about feeding off children’s blood… You’re not here to slay us; that artillery is just for your own protection…am I correct? …Then…why are you here?” At the end of that, Erick grazed one of his fangs onto the human’s skin, just enough to have a mere thread of fresh blood stream out, which the vampire licked slowly, tasting the male's vital liquid.

Feeling the warm blood of the lady entering his body, the vampire closed his eyes to appreciate his feast only more. O-…his favorite. The dull sound the broom made while falling onto the floor -- he paid it no attention. He simply fed, taking in this precious blood; the vital liquid of his dear Elizabeth. Withdrawing his fangs soon enough, Esteban paused and a little amount of blood trailed out of the holes in the lady’s neck. The vampire’s red eyes followed one of the drops and only that single one did he lick up to go heal the wounds. Once that was done, he simply was to walk away, but Elizabeth moved faster… Letting her go, Esteban only looked at the glass before him and then at his reflection. He knew her legs had trembled…but he also knew he hadn’t drunk too much. Passing a thumb once on the corner of his lips, he then made it back to his bedroom, only looking over at the bathroom on the way from the corner of his eyes, knowing that that was where the girl had vanished to. All thanks to his vampire view and the huge mural mirror that was in there on the East wall could Esteban catch a glimpse of, through the little opening of the not completely closed door, his doll sitting on the floor with her back to the bathtub. It didn’t keep him from going into his room and changing into decent clothes…

Once dressed, with clean dark pants and a white blouse opened in the front to expose his tattoo and chest, the vampire sighed, figuring he should look up on Elizabeth. Well…he could put it that way, as if it was a must or something, but really…deep inside he did care and wondered. Elizabeth was the only woman around the man that was actually staying around. He knew she was loyal and devoted… Often did he think she didn’t have to be so good to him, but he wasn’t going to dismiss her either. He cared to have her around, as unprovable as it might be and as surprising as it may seem.

Stretching an arm out and laying his hand flat against the bathroom door, the vampire gave it a small push and just stood there once it was open wide, looking down at Elizabeth for a second. She didn’t seem to be doing too well…he knew it wasn’t a physical problem technically, so it just meant it was on another plan and that did make things quite more complicated for the emotionless vampire. He still came to kneel down before her and looked into her eyes… “Care to share why you are in such a state, Elizabeth..?” His expression really just appeared neutral…but his concern was real, even if probably undetectable.

Erick had chuckled lightly at Malcolm’s answer as of what had had the man think he could just leave. If only the vampire could’ve reassured him, telling this man that he wasn’t meant to die today…oh but really, there was no rush~ Erick could easily…hmm say, get anything out of the ‘frightened’ man like this, maybe~? The thought had him grin. Many ideas thus came to his mind and the vampire really got pleased with one of them, and this one in particular wouldn’t be leaving his thoughts just yet…if ever.

The Elder had just took his own tongue back inside his mouth and was tasting the human’s blood fully, that he noticed how Malcolm covered up his neck’s side with his hand – probably in an attempt to keep Erick from feeding off him – and he then felt how the other man’s hand was now pressed against his chest, pushing him away some. Too bad…he would’ve slipped his tongue between Malcolm’s fingers, otherwise, to tease him a little. Anyway, he didn’t pout too long at the thought that he looked back into the light brown human’s eyes… That hateful glare almost flattered him…so, he only grinned some more at the man’s answer. “Is that so~?” He seemed amused by all this. Looking down at the other male’s hand that was still pressed to his chest though, Erick noticed a…bracelet. Seemed like an artifact a mere kid would do -- oh wait, was it ‘papa’ that he could read on those beads? “Ahh…” The vampire straightened, bringing his right hand’s index finger under Malcolm’s chin to have the man stand as well, effortlessly dragging him up this way. Looking into his eyes, Erick said, not caring about the multitude meanings his next words could’ve implied: “I want you~” He paused. “That’s why you aren’t dead yet…”; said he… As if he was going to explain to this human that he actually couldn’t kill him..! “I’ve grown attached to you…little slayer” -- and that was true, since Malcolm had been the first human from whom Erick had heard a yell from, expressing his physical pain through it; and that blood drop earlier was actually the first the Elder had gotten straight out of a living body, all that ever since he’d gotten released. Erick then let go of the man’s chin and turned away, walking a few steps and he held his own hands together behind his back before turning to the human again. “See…I could kill you here and now, but I’d rather have you around… So~ Might as well be more open into sharing with me what your intentions are while being here… I doubt a human father would freely go risk his life chasing down vampires, so I can only guess some rat* harmed your kid and that you’re here for revenge…” Erick then just bent down to pick up something. It appeared as Malcolm’s hat had flown off his head while the human had gone flying to the couch at high speed… Taking the hat back to its owner, the vampire was still grinning some while handing the cap to Malcolm. “Perhaps I can help, in some way.” Erick had a clear idea in his mind…he just wasn’t so sure about how to bring it up. He’d remembered a thing he’d been taught; vampires of a certain age could own a slave… Hardly able to imagine Malcolm being docile, he still had made his mind -- he wanted this human for himself… Not for his B- blood, but mostly for his spirit. Plus…a vampire slayer owned by an Elder…how ironic was that? It really was just some…caprice from the vampire…but it amused him, and that was all that mattered.

Erick, once he had turned himself back towards the human, had noticed how pale he had gotten, and seeing the male looking downwards like he was, it only confirmed to the Elder that he had sorted things out quite right, as for his guessing stuff from that little handmade bracelet the man wore to his left wrist. Well, the good point in being so old…was that you’ve seen lots. Not to mention how history tends to repeat itself, so Erick really hadn’t had to think hard to try getting some picture out of Malcolm’s story. Well…he’d gotten the big lines, anyway. That’s all that mattered for now…that, and all about this chat that was arousing – feeling-wise – in the human being, as the vampire could tell these from the man’s expression. Human feelings were so diversified and interesting…well that’s how Erick felt about them, hence his having been so open into feeling those and having got to know most of them by now. Anyway, now, Erick really was just listening, hoping to get answers, having given the male his hat back. The first words were…disappointing, but he didn’t lose hope…and, glad he didn’t, as finally the man went in the good direction, which was to consider sharing his motives with the Elder. He was looking forward into hearing about them, and the other’s pause seemed everlasting while the man put his hat back on and all, but the human finally did speak.

Hearing Malcolm’s explanation as for his being here, Erick did get somewhat surprised. He lifted a brow, even. Now…this was interesting -- and unique. A vampire slayer that wanted to become exactly what he was chasing down… It sure did sound crazy, but --crazy-- Erick had no trouble with that. He only thought the man was even more suiting into becoming his personal slave. If he ever was to have one, the vampire didn’t want just some brainless puppet…he wanted someone with whom he could actually be able to interact and such -- something worthwhile…company, even. The Elder didn’t despise ‘low-class vampires’…so if Malcolm was to be turned, it wouldn’t bug him. This all sure was an interesting encounter.

“Well, well…” The vampire put an arm across his own chest while holding his other arm that was up, his free hand to his face, his index finger tapping on his cheek, as if he was thinking. “There’s nothing easier than turning you”; said he, as if ready to make such a deal with the human…though of course it wouldn’t be free. “Though…” he paused a short moment, smiling. “I meant it, saying that I wanted you.” There again it sounded awkward, but it wasn’t necessarily Erick’s intention. He came to sit on the couch’s arm, one leg up with his foot on the seat and the other still onto the floor…he was mostly turned towards the human. “Would you work under me…in…anticipation of being turned?” Putting it out as ‘slave’, he was positive the hunter would’ve refused…but put this way, he did hope he’d have the male cooperate. “I suggest you think twice, before deciding anything… I’d be of a great asset…” He swiftly came to sit right next to Malcolm, looking into his light brown eyes still. He spoke low, saying: “I know you have no reason to trust me, but that just might change…” His smile stretched.

Erick was patient, knowing this all was quite a bit to assimilate. He did expect the male would ask questions -- plus, it was a sign the human was actually considering it, to some extent. The vampire crossed his legs again, setting his hands onto his upper knee, exaggeratedly elegant. Hearing the first question, Erick, grinning, started to think about how exactly he would answer that. Meanwhile, Malcolm added another question, which at least to this one, the vampire knew more specifically how he’d actually answer it. Watching how the hunter leaned on the free couch’s arm, he noted the man’s suspicious look which got a slight chuckle out of the Elder. He could tell the human was somewhat more at ease. He then started: “Why…I could find this and that for you to do, little things really…not much…nothing you’d think isn’t worth doing for being turned by an Elder such as I…” He would’ve stated how he actually did need company, but he’d keep that for later…he didn’t want this man considering him as a weakling or something; his own sister thinking so was enough already. “As for what I am ready to offer… Well, if you misbehave in this hotel and arise suspicions on you -- I’ll be there to cover up your acts and watch your back, since I want you alive. So…if you have little vampires to eradicate and such businesses to attend, it’ll just be fun to see how many you could possibly take down discreetly so I can see what you’re made of. …Plus, as long as you’re on my side, well you’re under the second oldest possible vampire within this hotel’s walls… As a human, I’d like to fill such a position.” He ended up biting his lower lip, before adding: “Possibly…I could even gather any type of information, if there is any more to lay hand on, about your child.” He was taking a slight risk there, not knowing how much the man knew about what had actually happened to his child. Hopefully he wouldn’t hit a wall, wishing there was more than the kid having just been killed -- mostly like something about abduction, why not… Vampires foolish enough to play with fire could keep delicious, illegal blood bags such as children alive, to be able to feed off them every day… Erick did a little ‘hmph’ sound at such a thought, not sharing it with the mortal, and ended with a: “All there really is to care about is that I am willing to make you immortal and that I am probably the only vampire here that’ll be on your side for granting a hunter such powers.” And that was most likely right.