#perfectservant

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.

“Don’t..let..WHO ARE YOU?!” He bolted upright out of his bed, brandishing the nearest weapon he could reach. A few stray strands of horsehair from the bow brushed across the intruder’s face as Nicolas scowled.

"Yes, Riordan? What is it?" He asked curiously. "It has been awhile since you have come to see me."

Look who it is. -draws in, squeezing-

It was not hard to get in, not for him. He had learned to pick locks in the early 19th century, when he had little money and broke into vacant rooms and houses for shelter. He had entered the home in the daylight hours, no doubt when Riordan was sleeping. Once he got in, he curled up on the couch and closed his eyes. He wanted to at least rest before speaking to Riordan, even if it was not sleep.

Spider rode out before his bannermen, his great black warg leading the frenzied pace of the hoard as the black mass processed toward the keep. His eyes were on the great iron gate that lay before them, but his thoughts were far back behind him, ensnared by a pair of violet eyes. He smiled as he heard the cheers from within the gate as the scouts spotted them. "Lord Spider's returned!" "All hail the heir to the flame!" The howling of the beasts rose as they entered the outer wall of the bastion, their fiendish screams filling the air as their victors came home. Spider lifted a long elven sword over his head, silencing the hundreds amassed before him. "Your master has once again rent the stars from the sky and cast them into the dirt where they belong. Tonight we feast on their holy blood!" There was a roar of cheers as two orcs dragged the leader of the warrior elves before him. Lifting him onto his feet, Spider tore into his neck with his brutal fangs, draining him easily and spraying those closest with arterial blood, before tossing his body aside for the hungry orcs to do with what they wanted. The cheering and frightening songs of his men followed him as he made his way to the raised dais on the far end of the courtyard. He handed one of his servants his cloak as he took a seat in the black thorny throne above the throng, wiping the blood from his face. He raised a glass of blood laden wine to the masses as they erected and lit a massive bonfire in the courtyard. Their terrible cries and chants rose into the dark as embers fell upon them all like confetti at a parade, drowning out the pained cries of those that had not had the fortune to find the end of a blade in the night's earlier battle. And above them the dark young lord toasted their victory over the elven menace. When he had tired of the blood and ferocious dance of his orcs as they reveled around the fire, the vampire silently made his escape. He slipped into the shadows that danced on the soot-lined walls, disappearing down into the depths of the keep, where the sounds and smells of the carnage above did not reach. It was not before long he found himself deep within the belly of the castle, his boots making little noise as he came to a stop before a particular cell in the dungeon. His face held no emotion as he looked down on the defeated form of the thin elf whose violet eyes so intrigued him. "Come my elf." He said calmly, his voice slow and melodic in its strange accent. His eyes did not leave him, even as he unlocked the door with his mind. "I would see you suffer no longer."

All at once his rapt out a pattern against the door and waited.  Knowing the other vampire was home, he knocked again voice gentle but firm, “Come on Louis, I know you’re home.  Just talk to me.  If only to tell me to get lost…  Open the door.”