Nikita sighed. "Alright… where should I begin…" he mumbled to himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I guess the very beginning…" he sighed and inclined further towards Olivia. She did the same, and they both had identical expressions full of intensity. His soft grey eyes were narrowed onto hers, which were wide with interest.

"I was born in 1533," he chuckled slightly at Liv's short gasp. "January 5th, at precisely eight in the morning in Italy."

Olivia's jaw dropped. "You mean... in six days, you'll be…" she couldn't finish her sentence.

He smiled, reaching forward and pushing her jaw back up with one finger. "Yes, I will be four hundred and seventy five years old."

"Holy shit that's old." She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Nikita snorted. It wasn't often Olivia swore, but when she did she did it rather well. It was almost frightening when it came from such a petite girl.
"Continuing, my mother, Elizabeth Noelle Landus, died giving birth to me. My father, Georges Thomas Landus, told me stories of her often. He would laugh and cry and the majority of the stories he never finished… he only grew very quiet before excusing himself and leaving the room.
I was generally a quiet child, though I did not do well in my studies. At school, I would much rather doodle on the chalkboard rather than solve equations or perfect my grammar. Of course I was given the greatest opportunity to make up for those missed lessons…" he scoffed bitterly.

"Fast forward a bit," Olivia's face fell when he said that, and he smirked. She always hated it when he skipped anything in his stories. " to the beginning of my career. It was rather short lived, as was I. At the age of eighteen I'd accomplished becoming a psychiatric aid."

"A shrink?" Live raised one eyebrow, Nikita nodded. He could tell she was trying to point out the irony.

"My father tried to get me to marry several women, but I always openly refused. Marriage had never really appeased me, anyhow. Besides, the women in my town were so dull and boring…" Nick grimaced, Olivia giggled.

"One night, however, there was news that a foreigner was entering from Germany. There weren't many details, other than the fact that it was a woman.

I was working later than usual that evening, since one of my clients had been extremely paranoid about the newcomer. Calling her cold and 'hunter of humans'. I told her constantly she was exaggerating and she eventually went home, though still shaken. As I cleaned up my desk, there was a knock on the door. I said for whoever it was to enter, in case it was my client, come back for even more consoling."

Olivia suddenly interrupted, "Who was your client?"

Nikita shrugged with a small bit of a frown. "Her name was Maria Manchester. She had severe anxiety issues and was extremely superstitious. I remember once she found a wart on her finger and accused herself of being a witch. It took a lot of convincing to prevent her from burning herself alive. Although, I definitely do not blame her for being nervous about the foreigner… well, not now at least."

Olivia nodded slowly, and Nick continued.

"Anyhow, it wasn't her. It was, in fact, the stranger. She stood in my doorway, an image of magnificence and perfection to any human's eyes, and smiled. Her hair was a deep chestnut brown and her eyes were a bright crimson that burned right through me. She was lean, but with evident curves. I was in awe, quite obviously, standing there and gawking like a moron at her. She was, at the times, the most extravagant and beautiful woman I had ever seen.

'Why, hello there.' She said to me. Her voice was thick with a German accent, though, even with the sharp edges in such a language, it was smooth as silk. It just flowed so evenly and lovely from her full lips. I could only blink. She then approached me, her movements swift and graceful. They were much too quick, also, since before I knew it," Nikita pulled himself forward until his face was a mere inch from Olivia's.
Her eyes grew wide and she froze "she was this close to my face." Nikita whispered. He grinned when he heard her heart accelerate immensely. He leaned back.

"Now, multiply that by a hundred."

"Why?" Olivia asked breathlessly and wide eyed.

"I'm a guy."

It took Olivia a while. But eventually her cheeks darkened. "Oh…"

Nikita chuckled, then continued.

"Well, things simply progressed from there. It went from her pouting and saying she needed someone to talk to, to me ripping off her corset while she lay on my desk. Her skin was so cold, so hard and smooth… like polished stone. Pretty soon, it was all happening too fast for me to grasp it. And then she gave me this wicked little devil of a smile. After that, I went blank. I do not remember the pain, only the screaming. She hid me far beneath the floor boards to prevent anyone from finding me. After three days, it all just… stopped. The pain ended, as did the screaming, and I was reborn. Re-introduced into the world as a monster, a bloodsucker, a leech… a Vampire." He spat the word with such venom that Olivia winced in response.

"The thirst was unbearable for a day or two. I forgot completely who I was and only wanted the blood. Incredulously, I was able to resist the temptation. Instead, I vowed to avenge my human death by finding that demon woman who changed me and destroy her."

"What was her name?" Olivia wondered.

"Katrina. She never did give me a last name."

"Hmm…" Olivia nodded, unable to respond.

"I found her a few weeks later, on her way to find her latest lover and newest victim. She stared at me with horror, clearly shocked to see me there, my eyes ablaze with the look of death and a permanent growl upon my face. She was within my reach, I could simply reach out and rip her to pieces…" he trailed off.

"And you did…" Olivia finished for him, her voice quivering.

She could barely imagine Nikita behaving so viciously. He always treated her with an insane amount of kindness, and she hardly ever saw him hiss or anything. He was sometimes too careful around her.

Nick had a wary, sheepish look upon his face as he pursed his lips. This was one of the reasons he didn't want to tell her that specific story or any stories similar to it. He hated for her to have that image of him in her head.
"Olivia, I-"

"It's okay Nick." She held up a hand, stopping him.

"But Liv, you should just remember that that was four centuries ago. My temper is much more contained than it was back then. Besides, you know I'd never even think of hurting you."

Olivia rolled her eyes dramatically and threw a pillow at him.

"Shut up already."

Nick laughed, and picked up his sketchbook again. He took a long look at her, and then continued to work on his drawing of her.