"Doktor, is time for bed." A low, slightly grumbling voice pulled the Doctor from his thoughts. Red eyes shifted up to the creature in the doorway.
"Vhat time is it?" The Doctor asked softly, looking around the room and noticing light trying to creep from under the heavy velvet curtians.
"Is morning, Doktor. Come to bed." The Doctor nodded a bit, taking his assistant's hand when it was offered and rising gracefully from the floor, black cloak swishing. When he went to step forward, he stumbled, large hands wrapping around his waist and stopping him from hitting the floor. The Doctor let out a shaky breath between his teeth, not fighting as he was lifted up, cradled like a child in the arms of his massive companion.
"Danke, mein freund." The Doctor whispered, resting his head on a broad shoulder, pale fingers idly tracing a stitched scar on his assistant's throat.
"It is alright, Doktor." The other said, low voice shaking the very bones of the Doktor. The large man set the Doktor down in a wooden coffin, mismatched eyes locking onto red ones. "Sleep well, Doktor. You will feel better in the evening."
"Thank you, Misha. You get rest too." The Doctor murmered, red eyes closing and the slightest of smiles appeared as the Doctor fell asleep, fangs showing slightly where they overlapped his lower lip a bit. Misha smiled, making sure his Doctor was secure before closing the lid of the coffin. He left as quietly as he could manage, he was good about being light on his feet but the Doctor was a very light sleeper. Once the bedroom door was shut, the large man wandered down the hall.
He entered the main lobby, not actually planning on sleeping. It wasn't needed, not like it was for the other members of this estate, with the exception of one other all of them slept during the day. That one exception drifted through a wall to the patched together man. "Hello Misha!" The ghost said, saluting the other.
"Hello Jane." The giant rumbled. "Keep voice down, Doktor is asleep." The ghost floated around Misha, his helmet that covered his eyes of no real hinderence to the dead soldier.
"About time. How's he holding up?" Jane asked, his voice having lowered.
"Not well. He can't walk. He's getting much weaker." Misha said, fists clentching. "Why won't he just go eat?! Or he could feed off me. Heart is alive, even if flesh is not so much alive." He said, frustrated at watching his dear friend fall apart.
"I'm not sure why, Misha." The ghost said, drifting up and resting a hand on the giant's shoulder. "I'm sure Doc's got a reason. He's always been private is all." Jane watched as his friend shook his head, fighting back angry tears.
"I'll make him eat when he wakes up." He said. "I'm not letting Doktor starve self." Jane just nodded a bit.
"For now, try to get some rest. Even though we don't need it, it looks like you could use it." Jane said, watching as Misha nodded and stalked off. Jane would watch over the castle. He made it his personal duty to be on guard when the others slept. He was a hard-ass, never willing to budge in his ways, but he cared for his friends deeply.
He drifted through the main hall that evening, some of the tennents starting to wake up. He looked over when Roberto, the demon who always wore a mask came down the stairs. Jane waved back, smiling. There was a thud, and before Jane could turn, he was tackled by what seemed to be a wolf. "Gah! You damned flea-bag! Get off me!" Jane said, laughing as his best friend grinned."
"Ye let ye guard down, laddie! Ye know the punishment for that!" The werewolf said, grabbing the ghosts sides and tickling him. Jane burst into laughter, trying to escape his friend's grip and only losing his helmet.
"Damon, damnit Damnon!" Jane said between laughs. "S-Stop! Stop!" He said, unable to stop laughing.
"Say it! Say it and I'll let ye go!"
"Ah! N-No... HAHAHAHAH! F-Fine! UNCLE!" Jane said, still laughing even as Damon got off him. Jane pushed himself off the floor, fixing his helmet, watching Damon's tail wag wildly. "Crazy fool." He said, scratching behind the wolf ears on his friend's head. Damon, of course, made a happy sound and grinned.
"Ye know it, Lad." He said, grinning. Roberto chuckled, making coffee for the house. There was a thud and some swearing from upstairs, and Dell started coming down the stairs.
Dell was a most peculiar creature. He was half dwarf, and half orc. He was short, but with great strength and could work great with metals of any kind. He had a naturally calm temper, but once he got riled up he was a force to be reckoned with. He got a cup of coffee from Roberto, kissing the demon on the cheek while rubbing his head.
"Fell of that damned bed again." He said. Roberto chuckled softly, resting a hand on Engie's back. The house was coming to life again as night fell, everyone going off to do their own thing. No one noticed when the door crept open, and a teenager slipped in. He had been dared to stay the night at the supposidly abandoned mansion, so he would.
He crept upstairs, afraid of making too much noise. He wasn't sure why, but his senses told him that too much noise would be a horrid mistake, and potentually his final one. He crept down a hallway, and into a room, looking around. Books were covering every surface, and stacked on shelves. Some sat perched on lamps or in mounds on the floor. It was dark in the room, and when he turned a corner to go around some shelves, he slammed right into a tall and cold figure.
At first, he thought he had collided with a poorly placed marble statue, until he looked up to see red eyes peering into his own. He screamed, and out of fear lashed out at the red eyed creature. His hand hit a solid jaw bone, and the wrist of that same hand was caught in an iron grip. The other hand was caught and brought with the first, the teen finding himself pinned to the book case with his arms over his head. "You foolish mortal. You have zhe nerve to sneak into my home, and zhen swing at me?" The angered vampire hissed.
The teen whimpered, terrified. And when he saw already long fangs extend, he started crying, terror in his tear-filled eyes. His hair was grabbed, and only then did he realize the vampire had him pinned by one hand. When his hair was pulled his head tilted to the side, exposing the tanned throat of the boy. He was always outside, hanging with his friends or doing track. A nice tan wasn't enough to dissuade the vampire though, and all he could do was gasp and tense and the fangs sunk into his skin.
He could feel the draining of his blood, but nothing was worse than the agony that he suddenly picked up on from the vampire. He realized he could feel the Vampire's emotions. Agony, anger, sorrow. It mixed together in a horrible knot that sat in his stomach, and when the vampire pulled back, he fell forward and dry-heaved. Adolf made a low sound in the back of his throat, shuffling backwards and keeping a hand on the bookshelf to keep himself upright.
"This is no place for you, child. Go, and do not return. You'll only be spared once." The boy scrambled to his feet. "Oh, and Andy." The boy turned, eyes wide with fear upon the fact the vampire knew his name. "Beware the others. Some are not as forgiving about intruders as I." Andy ran from the liberary, racing down winding halls, lost and not sure how to get out. He ran from the vampire, from the lingering agony he still felt from the connection he and the vampire had shared. He opened the door to a room, hoping for a new hall, and instead finding a new horror.
