The Vampyre Of Time And Memory

Alternative Universe/Plot: One day, Einar and Valentina get high on fae blood upon travels in California. They come across a cute couple (Chloe and Luca) on a date outside and decide to make them their snack. They spend the evening with them after saying to pay for their meal when they eat nothing themselves. They drink their blood and then decide to delete the memory from the humans lives as they enjoyed their company. 

Could also involve them having an orgy because Einar would be game for that shit XD 

@einarsblog @intoxicatingsunlight 

With a seductive smirk, Valentina pressed her lips to Einar's as she gave him a heated kiss, sucking off the droplets of blood from his lower lip after having ' snacked' on a now drained corpse which they had dropped off the edge of the cliff nearby their home. " Delicious... but not as delicious as something else I can think of " she gave him a playful wink as she gently glided her finger tip of her index finger down his chest finding the way to his lower region, stroking her full hand across his package before letting out a sensual purr and jolting away from him and up the hill as she stood by one of the trees. "You know.. I think I could beat you.... to the top of his tree" she smirked as she raised a challenging eyebrow at him. 

"Do you wanna make a bet or are you too scared I will beat you to it..."

Stepping inside the shoppe, she called out. " Giovani?" a small smile from her lips faded as she looked around. Usually she was greeted but the Italian painter who would embrace her whilst coming out from his work shop at the back but right now there was nothing. With a furrowed brow, she closed the door behind her and walked further into the building. "Adesso ti sei svegliato?" her voice was a little more restrained, peering into the room at the back seeing a faint light on, likely one of the various candles he worked by.  The vampire ventured closer to the room the extent where she could now see a figure by the chair, a small sigh of relief escaped her now assured that he was here, even if he was seemingly asleep. "Mi dispiace di essere in ritardo. Mi sono un po 'occupato mentre venivo qui." she approached the body, placing a hand on the back of his shoulder only to jump as the mans head suddenly began rolling from the table and hitting the floor. 

WHAT THE FUCK?! Being guarded, Valentina instantly grabbed the candle on the desk, lifting it up to get a better view of the room. She could now see the blood by Giovani's head, his facial expressions showing such of distress, clearly have been attacked by someone in a rather malicious way. Stepping away from the body, her dark eyes followed the light from the candle, seeing the half finished painting of hers covered in a blood splatter, pulling a face as she looked to the side to see the back of a figure. She seemed to know instantly who it was. Einar seemed to never be able to contain his jealousy of her being around any men and it had been far too many times where he had done a thing like this. He had literally ripped a man to shreds in front of her once which if she reflected to it was somewhat or a turn on but mainly just a disaster. 

"Why do you always do this?!" Valentina stared at his body from behind, grabbing his arm to try turn him around. " Why did you do this to him?" she growled angrily, eyes turning dark as she looked to him. " Do you ever think with your head, Einar?!"

With a deep breath, anticipating the worse, Valentina stepped into the house only to surpass a huge scowl on her face with her eyes rolling to the back of her head. " Are you fucking kidding me?!"  she yelled out in annoyance as she looked up the stairs, fully ignoring the half naked woman on the sofa. Sometimes she wondered whether Einar really thought with his head or his dick. It would appear his favourite method of getting back at her was just to make her jealous. The vampire ran a hand though her dark locks as she sighed heavily in irritation. " Get the fuck out of here" she hissed at the girl who was trying to cover nude figure with a blanket on the sofa. "Did I say cover up?" her eyes turned like daggers to the girl who seemed to try and get her clothes together. " You never said you had a girlfriend you creep!" She wailed as she bailed for the open door. 

Approaching the door, Valentina slammed it behind her, eyes glaring up the stairs. " Looks like you better run after your little slut" she hissed, opening the to the basement to her coffin to try and get away from Einar before this turned into a full blown argument. " Tutto quello che fa è pensare con il suo cazzo... il fottuto bastardo" she grumbled under her breath as she headed down the stairs.

Tonight in Amsterdam, Valentina had stepped foot in the special limited time Da Vinci exhibit which was only here for the weekend. Charlotte had refused to come, wanting to stay back in Russia to see the ballet with an apparent friend. Of course she would miss her but this art was a huge passion in her life and every free time she had to paint she would do so would never miss the opportunity to see the pieces of her favourite artist of all time. 

In her radiant amethyst reefer coat, the vampire stepped inside the building where the exhibit was being held, smiling to herself as she noticed almost instantly of some of the fond lesser known pieces in the room. She was glad that the world truly appreciated what a great artist this man had been and even now hundreds of years later his work was still a legacy.  It was at this point she noticed a famous painting known as 'La Columbine' to her left. A small smile tinted her lips as she slowly walked over to the painting, standing besides a tall man with golden hair who seemed deeply interested in the piece. She glanced up to the stranger.

" It's beautiful isn't it?" her thick Italian shinning though as she spoke.  Wait a second. She paused momentarily. This man he looked familiar and she was not sure if her mind was playing tricks on her. Her eyes flickered up to the man's for a second as her mouth suddenly fell open. "Einar?!" she tried to hide her shock but was unable to do so. Why on earth would be come to an art exhibit? She knew art was not an interest... other than the numerous 'self portraits' he loved to paint and of course the ones of various women, including her.  "Wh.. what are you doing here?" she took a slight step towards him, peering around. Surely he had not come all the way here hoping to  find her? A move of a deep romantic for sure... no it must just be a coincidence right? He must of been here with a woman... she was sure it had to be.  " Who did you come here with?"