Kyran Le Rouge - Present Day - Transylvania, Romania Royal Castle
Something had shifted. Something was wrong. It was this feeling and this feeling alone that had the middle Prince abandoning his host position in one of his more lavish parties to descend down into the castle's crypt. Kyran had lost track of just how many people he had kept down here - it had been abandoned long ago by his family; forgotten. What better hiding place to keep those he didn't currently feel like dealing with? But the feeling he had stirring in the pit of his stomach let him know that something had been tampered with. And with his family's lack of involvement in almost everything he did... who else would even dare to enter an otherwise restricted area that reeked of his scent?
He checked over the sarcophagus' and coffins carefully, absentmindedly using his fingers and barely audible mumbling to help him count the bodies, confirming that they were still there, untouched. He could feel their breath, hear their slowed heartbeats... Hell he could even practically taste their anguish in their incapacitated state.
The further he ventured into the crypt, however, the more he was able to feel the unrest. He nearly laughed out loud once he realized who's empty sarcophagus he had finally come across. It had been clearly broken into, whether in haste or anger he couldn't tell. But it was a quick, sloppy job.
Stalking closer to the empty imprisonment, Kyran ran his hand down the edges of the splintered wood, recollecting the woman he had stuffed inside until she had learned her lesson.
"Mercy-Rose..."
He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent that had been lingering there for... well he wasn't sure just how long he had kept her there. Was it twenty years? A hundred? Her scent infiltrated his senses, sending a shiver down his spine and for his grip to tighten on the shredded wood of the sarcophagus to help brace himself. Perhaps he had waited too long to wake her - that scent wasn't easily one forgotten.
But there was another scent. One that, in a way, belonged to Mercy-Rose but was altogether different. Opening his eyes, he studied the break-in job once more, taking into account everything else he knew, everything he could smell, and even everything he could sense.
"Tabitha..." Of course - it had to of been her nosy little sister come to set her free. Memories he hadn't dwelt on in years came flooding back, enticing each of his senses. "Now... where did we go from here...?" he asked himself quietly, his eyes glancing about the room for any clue as to where his future bride had headed. Their scent was still fairly fresh, though how far he could track it without it fading, he was unsure. They were just here though... if he left now...
Really, he should have just gone back upstairs and politely excused himself for the evening, but there was no time for that. Right now... it was time to go hunting. He would find Mercy-Rose. He would always find her. She wouldn't admit it yet, but she belonged with him. She belonged to him.
"Ready or not... here I come."