It was winter time in runeham, Nikklaus's favorite time of the year. The town was covered in fog, the towns people mainly stayed in their houses but the wealthy and noblemens felt safe. Nikklaus always wondered why they felt that money could protect them from the likes of him. Ye, it could buy you protection from the king, friends and other useless designs, but what it could not do was save you from his fangs, speed and strength should he decide you were useless to him. Most feared him, Townsfolk knew him as Sir Rosencroite the merciless while the Nobles pretended to look upon him with a friendly reverence. The nobles were the ones who were stupid in his eyes though, refusing to believe the rumors but tiptoing around him when necessary. It was also in this time of the year that he liked to throw his masquerade ball. He'd drink his fill from whichever beauties he deemed acceptable, and let his old butler dispose of the body. It was not like the things he did were unknown - King Charles knew about these missing people but give a fool enough gold and he will overlook even his mothers death. Nobody knew that he was a vampire though. He had pale skin, that was a given, but if anyone dared to speak ill (or the truth, rather), they'd be called in as a "solidier" never to be seen again.
Niklaus' golden hair and green eyes were the only two vibrant things about him. He had a lean body, and stood at a very tall 6'3, but the rest of his body was pale and skinny. He usually wore a puffy suit, those stupid things noblemen were expected to wear, which did do a lot for when the sun threatened to peak out, but he always made sure he was in side of his home, secluded in the gallery. He decided he wouldn't think of such foolish things right now, while he put on his outfit for the festivities. He heard a knock on his bedroom door and grew irritated.
"Yes, Yes, What is it?"He spat.
"My apologies sir but time is winding down...I have prepared the cellar and your guests shall be arriving any minute."
"Splendid."He said with a creepy smile on his face. "And who, praytell, is on 'The List'?" The list were those nobel men who had been irritating him.It wasn't hard to get on his bad side but this one was reserved for people who were trying to amass more wealth than him behind his back. If they had the brovado to pretend he wasn't in charge here than he'd take repentance by the death of the head's most precious...and then he would use political power to break the rest of them.
"Loius Montecarlo...sir. I have used the utmost precaution in preparing your secret chamber as well..."
"Good. You may go."He smirked, puting on his jacket. Mortimer, the butler, bowed and closed the doors. He could smell the aroma of chicken being cooked through his door. Disgusting. All that he could think of right now was biting into someone's sweet neck and then snapping in half. Surely, if those pathetic human's 'God' did exist, he was malevolent, twisted...and named Nikklaus. The doorbell rang and the first guest arrived, while Mortimer attended to moving the carriage to the back. The meals were arriving.