#*nightmarestarter

Being undead, he didn’t sleep. Ever. Sure, he rested his mind and body when it needed it, but never sleep. So while the sun was up, he spent his time in his house reading, reviewing things for The Council or doing other various hobbies of his. 

So, when the sound of something breaking in one of the lower levels of the house caught his attention, he was understandably concerned. Most of those in town knew better than to disturb him during the daytime hours. He conducted business on occasion, but this was not one of those days.

Swift, long strides brought him down the two flights of stairs needed to reach where the sound came from. His brow furrowed as he rounded a corner and found a vase shattered on the floor. His head tilted as he listened for the sound of an intruder. Racing heart. Heavy breathing. Blood rushing like a river through veins. His nostrils flared at the scent of the blood, and he turned his attention toward the darkened room to his left from which he sensed his intruder.

@nutriix

The age old war between the wolves and vampires was more than a myth. Of course they lived in relative peace in Nightmare and the sister towns, but that was for the benefit of others. What went on behind the scenes was usually a lot more hostile.

Being on The Council was an honor that Vlad had held on to since the establishment of Nightmare. He had seen plenty of wolves come and go, most of them barely worth even a glance from him. But he knew when Freya had come onto the scene that she was different. She was a challenge and, perhaps, someone to watch out for.

That didn’t stop him from doing everything he could to enrage the little wolf.

The Council meeting ended and all the members departed. Vlad sat back in his chair, one finger absently tracing the table top as he half watched Freya gather her things for her own departure. A sly smirk formed, though he quickly tucked it away. 

“Pity the vote didn’t go your way... again.”