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Dining Room
"Vladimir" the counts word rang out through the Gothic school and his son appeared at his side instantly. The boy, the count through, had grown into his shoes at last. Standing at over 6 foot, with carefully styled black hair, his figure was imposing. His leaner face held few emotions, trusting few, and his body, not complete muscle gave the appearance of someone who was naturally tones. His whole being reeked masculinity and darkness simmered behind his eyes- something that the count was very proud of. Yes the 17 year old was not feeding properly but no one would dare raise a complaint to this particular individual.
"Father" a slight nod of the head was given, but the curt words could have cut through ice- giving no illusions as to where the power really lay within the family.
"We are to play host to a visitor son, from the ministry of magic. They feel the need to check up on us- again." the count spat the words out distastefully and grimaced.
"Again?" his son asked calculatingly.
"Yes, to make sure we're not out of line and what not" the count waved an arm "the last fool was squeamish and hated it, the previous hardly made it through the door. If this one can stick it, and I will be surprised if they can, it won't be for long. So long as you behave- they are not known to be particularly fond of our kind and the new minister is owed a favour by me. We do not want it being invoked. Understood?" Vladimir rolled his eyes.
"I'm the least likely one to do that father" his level gaze made the count cringe.
"Yes well, tell your sister."
"You could at least acknowledge her you know- you are related."
"She tried to kill me, tries on a regular basis, as you- your the chosen one. She even made an army, though they were just pathetic school girls, she is not to be trusted" he hissed but this time it was his son who waved the notion off.
"Ancient history father she wouldn't dare try again. Now when is the official going to turn up?"
"Around 8 I think, Renfield can cook up some specialities. Wear black- we want to get this inspection over and done with and these wizarding folk need to know who is in charge" with another curt nod the teenage left and the count sank into his plush red throne. He hated these things.
Ingrid's room
"So we've some crackpot magic fool coming to stay with us?" Ingrid cackled- her teeth showing in her grin. "wonderful, and here I thought things were getting boring- ever since the slayer left" Vald's eyes turned black and he hissed at her- his sisters grin turning predatory. " calm down Vlady, im just thinking we should make bets- I say four hours. A nice little welcome is in order I feel, for us anyway"
"No" his tone had changed and his being became coated in darkness that would shake any mortal to the core. "you will not harm the official, I will see to it. Whomever they are I doubt they will stay long. We are not this powerful for nothing." Ingrid pouted.
"You always ruin my fun little bother- you should lighten up, we are the top of the food chain- think of all the pain we could put the breather through- all your power. It needs a release we both know that" as she walked around him, a teasing lilt in her voice, Vlad pinned her to a wall, snarling.
"I said no sister. Unless you want to be on the receiving end."
"And if she hurts one of us?" the air crackled with darkness.
"If the breather hurts my family hell will look tame- I can assure you that. You on the other hand will not harm a hair. We want no reason for an attack do we?"
"And here I though you were one for breather rights, seems I was wrong?" she teased but did not did not answer and Vlad pushed her tighter to the wall- his hand dangerously close to her neck.
"Do we?" She grimaced in pain.
"No, I wont harm the breather" he let her drop- not having noticed they were at least 3 feet up.
"Good" she smirked.
"So when does the breather get here?" she massaged her neck- not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing that he had hurt her.
"Tonight around 8, there will be an escort so don't piss them off." Vlad glared at his sister who gave her best innocent smile.
"Me, never" he fixed a dark glare at her and Ingrid held her hands up in mock surrender. "fine, no harming the breather" after a few minutes of staring- trying to gauge her sincerity, Vladimir spoke.
"Good" within moments he was gone, not having made a sound.
"Gees, he needs to take a break form the whole dark and brooding thing. The slayer wasn't even that important." the dark haired girl drawled picking out the most foreboding outfit she could find. "Just gonna give a little scare, no harm done." she gave a predatory grin, "No harm at all."