A bit late but I took Guest's review as a challenge lol.

Enjoy.


Twelve Romanians


Gods they were called.

Beautiful and bloodthirsty that lived down among mortals, ruled over them.

They never aged.

"No!"

And they feasted on the blood of humans.

"Don't kill me!"

They lived in a castle on the mountain, above the tiny villages that lay scattered around it.

Whispers amongst the villages of yet another attempt to overthrow the dark lords that ruled over them so decadently, humans had tried many times over the length of hundreds of years that all hoped seemed lost. The choice was to run and hide; however they proved fruitless as these creatures were faster, stronger and could see everything.

"Please, don't!"

No answer was given to the terrified man as he was dragged through stone corridors, begging for his life along the way. It was cold and dimly lit by small lanterns which were mostly for show; they were not needed; for the vampire eyes were strong and could see many miles through fog and darkness.

It seemed endless and yet a blink of an eye for the peasant as he was dragged through the corridor which opened up into a wide, stone ballroom and across from the doorway they had entered from sat twelve thrones, each with a person sat silently, gazing so intently at the new sacrifice.

A young man sat directly across from the mortal; his bright, almost white, blonde hair looked fresh as a new grown flower in spring which was a direct contrast to the old agelessness the man could see in his face, his eyes a bright vermillion colour that, unflinchingly, stared right back.

The man's heartbeat sped up as he started to hyperventilate, something that was noticed by every vampire in the room.

Vladimir grinned at the sight, making him the only one that moved out of the twelve.

"Bring him," Camelia ordered softly from her polished wooden throne, two to the left of Vladimir.

She was the oldest (physically) of the twelve and was quite playful, she had a serious face that at first glance didn't look like she even knew how to smile. She and Stefan were the most alike in terms of personality and yet oddly enough, did not like one another.

There was no fighting or snide comments from either of them, just a lack of disinterest and no conversation between them unless they were all voting or discussing things as leaders which hadn't actually happened in a good few hundred years now since they had managed to settle and rule amongst the mortals. Although there had been a tense moment many years ago when they had both gone for the same kill in battle, Stefan had gracefully side stepped at last minute and wordlessly moved onto other prey in the fight.

And yet again, it seemed they both wanted the same prey.

It was such a miniature move on both their parts that no mortal could ever tell that they had even moved but both Stefan and Camelia had both gone to raise a hand to bring forth the mortal for themselves and stopped, knowing the other had done the same.

Vladimir was sat near the far end away from them both, he raised an eyebrow and turned his head a fraction to see them both as he smiled.

What now?

Camelia waited for a few seconds for the sake of politeness and then opened her mouth to, obviously, order the mortal to be fed to her but before she could utter a word Stefan shot off his seat for the first time in centuries and practically swan dived at the mortal who didn't even see him coming.

It was lacking all sense of decorum and was childish, they had sat for many, many years having not needed to move and because of it Camelia lost her food.

Vladimir chuckled good naturedly whilst the other nine pursed their lips and gave disapproved stares.

He hadn't properly spoken to Stefan before, other than about business but he's rather starting to like him.

Stefan dropped the body back into the underlings waiting arms and turned, an air of casualness about him, strolled back up to his seat and sat as though he hadn't moved in the first place.

Camelia grit her teeth and huffed as she turned to glare at the daring vampire who, smiled back innocently with a raise of his eyebrows. She made a scornful sounding snort but failed to mask a smile at his silliness and faced back to the front, Stefan too leaned back and faced forward once more, still smirking.

Vladimir gazed at the ceiling in deep thought and wondered how long it would take for them to become mates.