Thread: Royal Pet, I Think Not![SOULdier3 x SeraphinexLight]

Another? The bartender asked, in his native Russian tongue. Luka glanced over at him, his unnaturally dark eyes swallowing the human's simple brown gaze. There was an insignificance about human life that Luka half-envied. Such short, puny existences. Luka was nearing his hundredth birthday, and was still considered a teenager of sorts, just barely readying for the crown. Yeah, crown. He was actually meant to 'rule' one day a funny concept, really, considering humans -the most common creature to be found on this earth- knew nothing of their existence. Or very little. Their underground society was much more formal than that of humans, with very strict rules - these rules were part of what kept humans in the dark no pun intended so to speak. As long as the majority of them lived in peaceful ignorance, than the vampires were allowed to roam happily, without war or death plaguing them. A massacre really wasn't the vampires style they preferred sailing smooth waters than battling raging storms. No, Luka responded simply, leaving his money and exiting the bar in a flash. He had been in Moscow on business, but had stopped in a local bar merely to escape his fate for a little while. It wasn't easy being noble. He liked watching humans bustle around, worrying about such little nonsenses... it was really quite comical. Running his fingers through the slightly grown out cropped dark hair on his head, Luka inhaled the thick chilly air. It was a warm day by Moscow's standards, though the weather didn't effect him all that much. Russia was a perfect spot for Vampires, as it was often freezing or cloudy, ridding them of any harmful direct sunlight. Luka was a descendant of the Demidov's, the eldest Vampire Clan, dating back thousands of years. They were some of the first settlers in Russia, and as such, had retained their power since then. No vampire or creature alike dared cross the Demidov's, lest they seek their iron-fisted wrath. Help! In the distance, a few blocks south of him, Luka heard a shrill cry. It wasn't easy to miss, with his incredibly attuned vampiric senses. Luka was an anti-social sort of being, having been to too many balls or formal events growing up to really enjoy the company of others. His lifestyle had been rigid, therefore he alienated himself from those who put him in that situation, namely his parents, the current King and Queen. He was known for how critical and cold he was, never an emotion flickering across his face needless to say he was very unforgiving. However, there was something about Luka that was also tragically noble, in the sense that he had trouble walking away from situations he could aid the downtrodden in. Be it that, or the fact that something about the tone of the human's voice intrigued him, Luka found himself rounding the corner so quickly, that the naked human eye wouldn't have been able to see him. Harvester demons were known for being some of the nastier kind - they fed off of the life force and energy of other creatures somehow this human girl had managed to stumble across one. At first glance, she looked fairly normal. Brown hair, light eyes, pale skin. Typical human. As he stared longer, however, there was also something about her that was very a-typical. A spark. Luka didn't have time to mull that over too long though, as the Harvester took notice of him. Not quickly enough, of course. Throwing his elbow into the demons jaw, with his superior strength, the vampire had him on the ground within a few seconds. Pressing his boot into the Harvester's throat, Luka tilted his head to the side, staring down at him with eyes as cold as death. By royal decree, you will leave immediately, Luka growled in Russian, a very practiced royal tone to his voice. He couldn't go around killing demons for no reason, so he let the Harvester go, just after flashing him the Royal Crest, letting the demon know exactly who he was dealing with. Needless to say, the demon scurried away as quickly as possible. Demons had powers, but Luka was a Prince, and therefore trained by the very best. His reputation was also rather extensive - he was known as the Warrior Prince, very much so excelling in areas of combat. Turning, Luka stared at the girl from his full height of 6ft 3inches, not bothering to try and look less scary or foreboding than he already did. Appearance-wise, he looked somewhere around 25, which clashed seriously with the ancient quality of his eyes and expression. Kneeling down next to her, his pupils dilated a bit as the smell of blood drifted into his nostrils. Her eyes were swaying this way and that, whether do to her head injury or the fiercely alien images she had just been made witness of, Luka wasn't sure. Unlike any other human encounter he had ever had before, he felt a connection... some sort of connection with this girl. He didn't know why, but what he did know was that she would be his. Sleep, He instructed gruffly, placing his hand over her forehead, and willing her to sleep... one of the many vampire tricks he had up his sleeves. OOC So I figure you could have her wake up chained to a bed or something? Lol.