"Yes Grandfather." Nora obeyed completely and was excited to receive the blessing of his power. She had wished for nothing more than to have him back these last years. No one had kept her attention as long as Dracula had. Nora knelt and looked upon his face which was wild with an excitement that almost seemed feral. She was completely incapable of ignoring his request. He was her maker's maker and to her he was a God. No one could match him in her mind.

Nora took his arm in her hand so softly. She turned it over and kissed the backside of it before she bit gently but firmly into his wrist and drank deeply. The blood flowed into her and it was like electricity. Her senses heightened, she felt stronger and more sensual she wanted more of his delicious succulence but she didn't want to harm him. He was her everything. Where Deon was the fighter she would take care of Dracula in whatever fashion he wanted of her. She smiled at him licking his blood from her reddened lips. She turned his hand back over and licked the blood from it. "Still as delicious as ever my love." Nora sat at his feet waiting for his instruction.

@Wraithblade6

@Ojo chan 42
Vladimir stuck his tongue out at her for that comment. "Age is just a number....it may be a really big number but we will pretend it's not" he chuckled and then sighed. [color=lughtblue]"I must admit I'm concerned....soldier getting rid of the elite leaves them vulnerable."[/color] he shook his head and pulled out his dinosaur of a flip phone. "It would appear my services are available for use once more." he scrolled through and clicked a few things. He then looked at Sasha. "Would you like to join me at one of my homes? Jean can come also if you both want to come."

Before he got an answer Jean walked in. He caught the hoodie and pulled it on with a raised brow. "I look like a tourist but thank you" he looked between the two. In that moment he decided he would look out for them. They had helped him and he would make sure they stayed safe...probably the wolf side of him deciding this, but he was fine with that.

Sasha O'Neill & Jean Belair

''Jean, Vladimir offered somehting and I guess for us the best option is to go with him'' Sasha said and Jean raised a brow. ''what are you talking about Sasha, going with him?'' Jean wasnt to found of the tought of living with Vladimir, he kinda wanted to get their sepparate ways as fast as they could. However this was Jeans pride and heart talking and that is when his soldier logic kicked into gears. Their best option of survival was to have a close range combat fighter with them, seeing as he was more of a long distance. Sasha was next to useless in that aspect, and Jean wanted to look out for her wellbeing more than anything.
''Yeah, just before you entered he offered to us to go to one of his houses. I want to go, but we are a team. I need to hear your opinion as well''

Jean looked at Vladimir then to his suitecase and back to Vlad.
''I think that is for the best, two fighters is better than one. Sorry lassy, but you are useless in a fight'' Jean said and Sasha pouted ''I know how to fight, Mr Jones taught me how to kill a vampire, you know that'' Sasha said rining the beginning of one of their famous bickerings. ''I know you can, but have you ever done it? Sasha be rational, or shall I call Mason to remind you what happened in Beer'N'Bite'' Jean said starting to tease her. Sasha widened her eye's and gasped indignantly.''That was only once, and only after my small performance there. I was tired and unprepared, I had played the violin all evening then, can I help it he trew me onto a chair and the dammed thing broke'' Sasha said angry, she knew Jean was teaing her, yet she did not liked it. ''You should not have tried to stop him, that is where Barbara and Robert are for, even if he was aiming for your friend''

''Well I am sorry I wanted to help my friend from his stares. She was getting nervous of him'' Jean was getting tired of her bickering back and soon decided that it was enough.''Alright, alright enough of this already. I think Vladimir will agree with me when I say you cannot fight, not like us'' Jean said as he laid his hands on her shoulders. ''You just do what you are good in, finding things and finding trouble'' Jean tried to appease Sasha, it seemed that she was angry for real this time. Jean knew how much she hated to be useless at something.
''lets just follow Vladimir and go to his home. Once there we cal Always change directions if neccesairy'' He said and Sasha got a bit to quiet. She was a bit sad that she could not help them fight, if neccesairy. Deep inside she knew Jean was right. she was next to useless in a fight.

@BlackPanther

A chalice of blood. Offered to your disciples. Is it so innocent a choice? Or do they already worship you as a living god? And to deny a god was madness. To reject him a sin, a damnation that you would carry to the grave. But could you drink with him? To drink and know that you would be bound to him, and that he would be your lord eternal. The new life given to you, a life he gave. But is it your life to lead? Was it ever? Was he not always there, the ribbons of his jet hair flowing in the wind? Was it not his awaiting eyes which stared back into your soul upon the mirror? Think of it, was he not already in your mind? Dwelling upon your thoughts as you meandered through your will. There it was his hand that took yours and tugged you along the path, and like a wayward child you let him. So innocently taken, and so innocently laid, a child, his child, but not his child. Not yet at least, for the path did not lead yet to the clearing, and perhaps inside you knew it to be wrong.

It was wrong was it not? Though his allure was far too captivating, the seduction enticing you with the sway of his hips. You had to follow him, taking to all fours and you crawled forward. Obeying was not a choice, but a need. The master called your name from his lips, those lips you would kill to grace you again. And how many would you kill? One? Two? Twelve? How far steeped in blood you would let yourself go to please him? A baptism in blood, and there he would submerge your naked body into the sanguine sea. Embrace it, as you long to embrace him, let the ancient power whisper into your heart. Open your mouth and drink, drink from the offered cup for you thirst for it. You thirst for him. Reach out and accept it, take his blessings and born anew!

Let the blood drip across the body you behold. Each precious drop, caught within your quivering lips. May your tongue curl in ecstasy of the moment as you savour the rubies gleaned from your master's prefect form. Throw yourself at his feet and cry out for what he has given you. For now you are complete, made whole again as your eyes awaken from the dream. Peel off your eyelids and see, see the man before you, no longer your master but truly your lord. For he was desire, and now he is the sire. Look upon him, your father, and ask with newfound insight, where you are and what has happened. No longer are you the innocent child so ignorant and believing in your god, but now the waiting youth questioning your very own existence.

This is the future of acceptance.

Such was the offer laid, as the Red-headed thrall looked long and hard into the eyes of the man he would both live and die for. Could a thrall truly consider the options given? The descion of it now? To remain like this obsessing over a single being, or to be changed and become bound to blood? Perhaps there was a moment of thought, a spark of will in the eye, caught between the struggle of enthrallment and shortly snuffed out. And yet perhaps with the most genuine nod as Lucan brought Mithias' hand around his to his lips.

"Yes Master."

A betrayal by a kiss.