Thread: The Midnight Masquerade (Atroxa & GrinningGentleman)

The effect that Vladimir's father had discovered of the drug in the pipes, on his people, was the most intriguing part of it to Vladimir. His kind was practically avoid of most Human emotions. As humans were individuals, so were they, and they each had a few emotions between them. One of the human emotions Vladimir did not posses, were fear. Anxiety. An emotion he was mostly quite fine with missing. But Vladimir was a spontaneous man, and always loved to try new things. Especially emotions. Opium allowed him this, letting him feel more human emotions than he normally would, as well as enhancing his sensitivity. That was why he'd actually felt the cat's claws as quite a sting. And also why he jumped slightly, when Lydia defended the cat, in saying it had indeed been in her room. Vladimir looked towards the door, his eyes seemingly more red than they had been the first time Lydia saw them. With a few blinks, however, they would seem normal again, as he raised on an elbow, his charismatic smile growing across his lips. Ah.. You're awake.. Good. He said, before looking down to the cat again, which was sitting at the edge of the couch, looking mighty proud of itself, swaying it's tail calmly. Don't look so proud of yourself, you little furball... You were supposed to come -get me-, when she woke up... Not bloody bring her here.. We're lucky you haven't scared away our guest. He grumbled, nudging the Ruby's head. Ruby gave a complaining hiss at the nudge, giving a defensive pose, but with a playful expression. Vladimir gave a humanoid interpretation of a hiss back, barring his finger's like claws, before snickering silently as he looked back towards Lydia. Just a moment. He asked, as he started looking around the couch, mumbling to himself. Where.. Is my... Whilst he'd struggled, and talked with Lydia, the woman bellow him, as well as a lot of other people in the room, had started stirring a bit more. The woman bellow her reached behind the other people, getting out a tall hat, that she neatly placed on Vladimir's head, causing him to jump a bit again. Looking up, he saw the woman smiling down to him, and he returned the smile. Thank you, M'Lady. He thanked, before he started to try and sit up. In that motion, his expression turned into pain, as he groaned softly and sat back down. The man on top of him had stirred a bit, in the act. Vladimir grabbed his hat, and started slapping it against the man on his stomach's side. Let, go, Karl! And get yourself dressed, man, and go home to your wife. Vladimir demanded, causing the man on top of him to groan a complaint, as he removed his hand from Vladimir's pants, were one could only assume that he'd been holding on to Vladimir. The man sat up slightly, looking around foggily. What time is it? The man asked, as he yawned slightly. Far past the time, that your Wife is missing you... Remember, you have an 18th birthday of your daughter to prepare for.. You've got to stop coming here to try and forget that your daughter will be looking for a man soon.. Grow up, man.. You, and your wife, drowning yourselves in the pleasure of others, won't stop her from doing it as well. Vladimir protested, as he pushed the man away, so that he could get to his feet. The man groaned softly, as he sat himself up on the couch, starting to grab his clothes. Vladimir grinned down on the man, as he shook his legs a little. And give Linda my regards, and tell her I look forward to both of your's next visit. He smirked with a wink. Finally, Vladimir looked over to his guest with his warm, charming smile. Taking the first step towards Lydia, it was clear that something was indeed clouding his mind, since he tumbled slightly to the side, only just managing to keep his balance. He shook his head a little, and got himself back on track, walking towards his guest. You, are in my home, M'am.. He started, still just smiling comfortingly, as he continued to walk towards Lydia. He was not nearly as careful as he'd been the last time they met, this time walking towards her without letting her take time to get used to him being closer. And before you start getting paranoid as to why you are here, I'd remind you what your alternative was. I had you brought here, because I wasn't too fond of the alternative. You ending in the grasp of a small, pathetic man. You becoming the disgusting satisfaction, of a deviant mongrel, only to sate his dark, selfish desires.. Vladimir shook his head a few times, as he pushed his hands into his pockets, continuing his walk towards her. He was testing the ground. Testing her reaction. Seeing how close he could get this time, before she asked him to stop. If she did not stop him, he'd walk into arm's reach of Lydia, before finally stopping. But if she actually asked him to stop, with those exact words, he would also respect that demand. There, his lips curled into a slight smirk, as he leaned his head back just slightly, so that his eyes were in full view for Lydia, as they stared into her's. Now.. As to who I am. I think I about owe you that this time, having invited you into my home, without your actual, verbal consent. He started, before pulling one hand from his pocket, reaching up to grab his hat, pulling it off his head as he bowed graciously. My name, is Vladimir. Vladimir Salasar Rasputin. I am the sole proprietor of the Salasar Theater, The Sailor's Rest Inn and bar, the Salasar Estate as well as Salasar Industries. Vladimir gave her the full smear. Every single one of the things he proclaimed ownership of, were the best of each their aspect. The Salasar Theater was considered the top Theater in London, bringing only top shows. The Sailor's Rest were one of the most expensive, and thriving Inn's in the City, the City Council even holding it's meetings there. The Salasar Estate was a large ground near the center of London, containing a large public park, as well as the massive Salasar Manor. Lastly, Salasar Industries were the largest sailing company at the docs, bringing in a massive variety of goods, from many different countries. It was nearly impossible for any one person, not to know about at least one of these business. And you are in my home. Salasar Manor. And you are not a prisoner, but are free to leave at any time you wish. Unless.. He paused for a moment, his warm smile turning into his charismatic smirk, as he put his hat back on his head, and daringly took a step closer. You care to take an offer. I do not wish to make it this painfully clear, but.. Your life is in a bit of a.. Bind.. A bind, my offer might be able to unbind. He suggested. If Lydia had not faltered from the daring step, Vladimir stood over her now, the head he was taller than her being quite apparent when this close, looking down upon her with warm, orange, inviting eyes. Standing this close, the smell of caramel would be apparent, once again mingling with the sweet tobacco. His open shirt, revealed his somewhat average, to athletic build, with the occasional outline of muscles. On his chest were a single scare, situated above his heart, vertically.