Thread: Blood of my Heart

Jean Claude studied the three little humans who dared to disobey his words, his eyes flashing red before he smiled, all too sweetly. Albion will tell you then... tomorrow. he stated firmly. he is too worked up right now to face you, i fear he would do himself, or you harm if you where to see him now. he admitted simply his eyes back to their pretty black. please, return to the show, and return tomorrow night, he will, hopefully, be calm by then. he stated simply, looking over at the waiters. please escort these three back to their table. he ordered Neville growling low in his throat. he turned however as the blond waiter smiled at them all and led them to the table, settling himself in Gabriele's lap, determined to make the man happy for the night, touching and stroking, a gorgeous female planting herself in Blaise's lap, the man getting angry drunk so fast that he was off screwing the waitress before an hour had passed. Nev shoved away all who dared tried to touch him and he turned to Gabriele. let's go home. he decided as Blaise came stumbling out of the back room, his eyes glossed over from pleasure, two tiny little marks on his neck from being bitten. son of a bitch Blaise. Neville complained rolling his eyes. don't you have ANY self control!? he complained affectionately, the Italian grinning happily. no!... gimme kiss. he ordered Neville shaking his head as he helped the man get to his feat, glancing at Jean Claude, who had been watching them the entire time. not letting them out of his sight, a look of fury on that perfect face before it vanished as Jean Claude realized he was being watched. ...something just isn't right here... but they wouldn't know for sure until tomorrow night. Neville let Gabrielle stay at his and Blaise's house, as he often did after a night out, and come evening he was also the one to get everyone up and going, dressed and fed, showered in Blaise's case the man rubbing the side of his neck. i can't beleive i let myself be bitten by a vampire! he complained for the fifth time as they drove back to Guilty Pleasure's, where Audrey was waiting or them, offering them a smile. please follow me, my Master is waiting for you in the basement... unfortunately you upset Albion quite a but last night. he admitted calmly. Master is displeased but he promised, and he always keeps his promises. my advice to you? be polite. the blond vampire ordered simply, leading the way down into Guilty Pleasure's dank basements, where room after room Vampires where beginning to wake from their coffins. Master and Albion are still sleeping, so you may need to wait out of the room for a few minutes. Audrey warned holding his hand up as they reached the end of the hallway and the final door. please wait here. he ordered before moving cautiously into the room. Master, the three human men are here... is Albion well enough to take the visitors? i do not know. Jean Claude admitted softly. he hasn't stirred... the Master Vampire sounded worried, and there was a soft sound of cloth against cloth. will he attack them? he seemed very upset... i do not know. Jean Claude admitted. he might, he has taken great lengths to keep from being found, even taking a new name... he might attack them just so that they can tell no one... Jean Claude admitted before the voices dulled to whispers, and then nothing but silence. then Audrey was back, smiling sweetly at them, though there was fear in his pretty eyes. Albion still isn't feeling well i'm afraid.. it, could be dangerous for you to go in... please reconsider and come back tomorrow perhaps? he... he is unstable right now.. we won't leave until we see Albion. Neville stated firmly, Audrey sighing a little, looking nervous as he nodded and opened the door all the way. he is resting now... i do not know when he will wake... Draco was sleeping, laying on a bed of black silk sheets and a red comforter, which only served to make Draco look all the more ethereally beautiful. his head was resting in Jean Claude's lap, and the Master vampire was gently stroking Draco's hair, as if to keep the young man calm.