Thread: The Midnight Masquerade (Atroxa & GrinningGentleman)

Eternity is a curse. A line spoken by many a man like Vladimir before him. Even by his own father, who so hated his inability to end it all. In an eternity, you see everything around you wither away. Die. Age. And you stay the same. Being a Pure Blood, you grew to your twenties, and then remained this. You lived a life of eternal youth. Were is the curse in that? A lack of creativity, according to Vladimir. Nothing ever gets boring, if you keep things moving. Live a life in uncontrollable chaos, and things never stay the same. Especially in this Era. Especially in this City. London was a world of opportunities. Activities, for minds of any kind. Debauchery. Beauty. Entertainment, through countless mediums. How could an existence like that, ever be a curse? Gazing over the City from it's highest point, was always a good way to relax, for a spontaneous man like Vladimir. This day had been uneventful, and slow, so he'd given himself to a little game, he enjoyed so thoroughly. Laying down against one of the Gargoyle statues of the tall tower he lay open, his right hand juggled a fresh, green apple, almost gleaming with tastiness. Another thing Eternal's like himself complained about. Taste's vanishing. There were no taste in this apple for Vladimir. Like gnawing on water. But that did not make food worthless to him. It made it even more valuable, knowing how much others valued it. But he would want for nothing, and he looked the part. Vladimir wore a black suit, with a crimson red tie, white shirt, and a black tall hat. Over his shoulders he wore a black cloak, large enough to cover his body when he stood, and thick enough to warm him, if he needed that. Uncle! Uncle! I found one, I found one! A tiny, hoarse voice gleamed from the balcony bellow him. Vladimir's orange-red eyes gazed down, as he sat himself up, catching the apple one more time. Did you, my little Princess? Tell me, the tale. He asked, a wide smile on his face, as he saw the energetic little girl, tip toeing a little dance were she stood, clutching the piece of bread she had just received. Her eyes were no longer as weak and feeble as the ones a charitable soul had seen. Instead, they were a twirl of emotion and warmth, anyone would smile to gaze upon. Yes! She's the prettiest young Ladie, with beautiful hair! I wish I had hair like that.. A dim, beaten crimson! So sad.. It would be enthralling, could it breathe.. She's thin.. As thin as me! She wears one of those Ladie dress', that looks like she tries too hard.. In the Park! She explained eagerly. Vladimir raised a brow, shaking his head a few times, crouching up. A Whore. It was rare for them, to find any overly generous Whore's. If they were in a good position, at a good brothel, they often found a generous few among them, but this didn't sound like one of those. Not if her hair wasn't cared for. Vladimir nodded a single time, reaching into another pocket, bringing out a paper bag, containing a piece of meat, holding it out in front of himself, waying it against the apple, like a scale. The girl looked back and forth, before tilting her head and raising both hands, pointing as much as she could with the bread still in hand. Both! She called out happily, with a little jump. Vladimir smiled broadly, as he stood up, planting both items in his pockets, walking to the edge. With a jump, and a spin, Vladimir vanished into a puff of smoke, from which a large black bat emerged, dive bombing towards the ground, with the sound of the little girl's cheers. It had not taken him long, to spot the scent of a lone woman, walking the park. Especially not, when it was as vibrant as Lydia's. Vladimir found himself twirling with delight at the scent, wondering if he should stop the game, to treat himself instead. But with one look of Lydia, those thoughts were quickly halted, as he landed on a thick branch, in a large tree. His bright red bat eyes gazed with petty upon the young mortal. How could so many of his kind, consider their existence a curse, when there we're mortals, with struggles such as this lone woman's. Jumping off the branch, he twirled half way around the tree, before emerging from the other side in his tall, human frame. He stood for a moment, observing Lydia were she was, before finally stepping out of the shadows. From his cloak, emerged a walking stick, which he used as if he needed it for balance. One would think, such a beautiful creature, had more suiting things to do, on a lovely night like this, than wasting away her beauty alone? Was his introduction, as he walked into vision. He did, however, not walk too close, treating her as careful as she herself had the Urchin to who she showed such Charity. Lydia would only just be able to see half of Vladimir's face in the dark, his hat hiding away his eyes from the moon's light.