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It was these pop-up stores that were around for the next three months that infused Vlad with the type of excitement like a child in candy shop. With Gabriel’s hand snug in his Vlad tugged him in behind him as he walked inside and was greeted with screams and villainous, throaty laughter coming from motion-activated decor.

The boring section where there costumes of foods and condiments were passed, as was the section of career uniforms. The vampire costumes would be last to be seen, as Vlad was wanting to look around and entertain himself and Gabriel.

Surprisingly, it was Stacee’s idea when quarantine started for the whole family to take up residence in this abandoned mansion he found. The place was gorgeous and just on the edge of New Orleans where Lestat was most comfortable. Obviously they cleaned up the place a bit but as a temporary home to wait out this virus plaguing humanity, it better than living on the tiny tour bus they had been living in.

Stacee, Gazelle, Constance, and Jasper got the first floor while Lestat, James, Nicolas, Jacqueline, and Lucas got the second floor. They each took turns going out hunting and looking for meals every night, coming back with many willing victims that they most often left alive, but sometimes they killed them, depending on the person.

It was when Lestat was out hunting in the woods behind the home that he smelled a nearby human. However, this one was different. This man was clearly trying to cover up his scent. Lestat chuckled and shook his head.

“You know, trying to cover your scent doesn’t exactly work very well with me.” Lestat called out to the darkness, trying to lure out the human.

  “Compared to mortals? Your kind kills far more than my children ever will. War...bloodshed...it’s as much as your nature as ours.” Verona fired back at him. Vampires never needed to feed on more than a few humans a month and if her children were allowed to grow, she could teach them control in their feeding habits. 

   Verona’s eyes began to glow a light green hue, disgusted by the hunter’s offensive words. She hissed at him ferociously and stepped closer. “They are as beautiful as they are dangerous. Precious dears who deserve to live as you breathe!” She lifted a hand, nails sharpened and elongated. They reached out to him and brushed themselves against his chin. With a flick of her wrist, she could cut him and draw blood. The thought enticed her; however, he belonged to Dracula. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t harm him. 

“If that is how you shall die, by my own lack of attentiveness, then let it be so. It is only fair that I should kill you once, too, hm?” Ages ago, the vampire would have said this with harsh bitterness, he would have thrown it at the former archangel as if his words were daggers. Vlad would want to hurt him, make him pay for all that he had forced Vlad to do. Now, it was spoken in tones that were only meant for a lover to hear. “That you would die for my love...for being without my love,” A delighted sigh exited Vlad, he was entertained by the passing idea, “I do like it.” His lips widened into a thoroughly wicked and handsome smile that touched the fine lines about his eyes while he savored the warmth emanating from Gabriel, wrapping about him like a blanket as those brawny arms kept him secured. “We have always been a shade tragic--” he stopped for being silenced by another kiss, a kiss tainted by the sheen of Gabriel’s blood that he broke his flesh for the vampire, and he sensed the large, burning palms down his back and finally grasping at his rear. 

With a will of its own, the fallen prince’s body leaned into the hold. He allowed himself to feel weak for this, letting Gabriel, always the meek and honorable one to set aside his often reserved nature. Vlad knew it was there, still -- he had witnessed it centuries ago behind closed doors with Gabriel, both of them like two youths discovering something new for the first time and being thrilled by it, and kept it a secret. Until, as Vlad would forever believe, God intervened, meddlesome and selfish as He was. Gabriel may have been made by God, but he was Vlad’s since God decided to discard him, and the Church made it their mission to exploit him. 

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FIGHT ( from @GVHelsing )

A friendly jab at the side from one, and a shoving into the other was playful and light at first as they prepared to go on the move further on their journey into the east. Then Vlad had to say something that apparently got under Gabriel’s bronzed skin (and the prince was infamous for both his actions and his words, even towards those he kept close) and he returned to their sparring, but with more force and anger. Vlad swung a fist and missed and was being hurled backward.

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🛏️ ( from Gabriel )

From the sequestered monasteries tucked away, high in the mountains of Tibet, where knowledge given freely to the servants of God that had come with a purpose of unification, to the heated lands bordering the Caspian Sea – property that was under the rule of the Sultan. All the roads, even for a prince and his closest companion, this brother, had become tiresome. And, being the sort when beyond the borders of their realm, were to have a sacrificial attitude as Christ had required of his disciples. So, no amount of posh comfort was to be found. If they were lucky, the pair and the small company with them of low-ranking soldiers, the could find a comfortable field of grass near a small source of water, a welcome break from the desert sand that remained undesirably warm even after sundown.

It was more from the other men that they find more suitable quarters for just one night. They had enough coin to stay at a humble inn. And, they could not be denied – Vladislaus’ face was well known throughout the empire and to deny him a simple request would result in the entire village being slaughtered and burnt to cinders. Denial would not occur, but the innkeeper gave them the smallest rooms for a high price. The prince tossed the leather satchel of coins at the innkeeper and walked away with a brooding countenance.

The others shared a large open space, while the two that led the small company adhered to their vow of simplicity and occupied the smaller room. They certainly got the lesser of what they paid for, for only one small bed of straw with coarse linen was centered in the middle of the room. The room was small enough that neither of them could even vouch to lie on the sandstone floor.

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TACKLE ( from Van Helsing )