Path of the Vampire forum

He'd been a vampire for nearly four years now. It had all started so suddenly, and then he'd been thrust into the middle of an ongoing war of ancients he hadn't even really known the names of. He'd played his part, danced for the pleasure of others, and perhaps more often than not found himself in predicaments he couldn't quite find his way out of. Surely, it had been a very exciting begin to his immortality. And then it hadn't anymore.

The dragon had then all but vanished from the halls of public approval. He still didn't quite remember the catalyst, that final straw that had broken the camels back. He hadn't made any announcements either, simply drifted away and not replied again.

And now he was back. Not with a vengeance. Just simply back, in the same abrupt way he'd left to begin with. The halls of the Temple were a lot more quiet than they'd been those years past. The streets, too, were bereft of the familiar bloody battles and shouts of enraged immortals. He wasn't sure yet that that was a good thing.

Nikolae was still the same man he'd been before, though, more or less. Still the quiet judge of those around him. Still the hesitant dragon who guarded his heart more fiercely than any other part of himself. And still the doting sire of dragons.

To that end he penned a letter to his beloved Raeth, the first-borne childe who'd returned so recently from the Shadow Realm:

Wraith,

I know something you don't know. It's something very important. Have you seen your wardrobe lately? Not the one at the Temple, I know you don't frequent here all that often. No, I'm talking about your closet in your little abode. You might want to look inside. And gird your loins.

Lovingly,

Nikolae Dragomir

He grinned as he folded the paper, placing it carefully into an envelope, and walked to the place where his childe slept the days away. It didn't take long, but he was careful to hide his appearance with shadows. He tacked the note to the doorway then left again with a chuckle under his breath. He hoped Azraeth was able to retrieve the newly acquired thorny dragon that Nikolae had snuck into his closet. The creature was nearly identicle to his own Meaner Things form, but it bit a lot more. And tore up things. It was quite destructive.

Quite a lot had changed since Nikolae had stepped foot into this putrid little town of death and destruction. Of late, his Dragons were multiplying. Multiplying like something… He shook his head as he tapped away at his computer, half playing a game of solitaire and half hacking into systems to see what goodies he could get. A thought flickered through his mind and his finger paused on the mouse. His lips twitched. The yule season was far past already, but that didn’t mean presents weren’t in order. And just the other day he’d been thinking of exactly the right thing to get, hadn’t he?

The Dragon rose, and with a thought teleported himself back to the hunting grounds. He seriously hated this area, but it would do for now. Reaching into his bag, he retrieved a trap. Harmless little thing, unlike so many others found around the city, and set it under a tree. Then he waited. And waited. Hours went by, during which time he purchased an item for his firstborne as well. A blow up doll, an effigy of one David Hasselfhoff from his Baywatch days. To be delivered to Azraeth’s door, fully inflated, with a note which said simply, “Love, Nikolae.”

The trap made a sound and he lurched into action. Success! Nikolae lifted the little cage and carried it with him as he strode back into town. He returned to the Temple with his find and carefully removed the fluffy bunny from it’s confinements. Tying a big pink bow carefully around the animals neck, he tapped it’s twitchy little nose in reprimand. “Now. You be good for Enzo. He needs a friend. A bunny friend.” He murmured, before carrying the little beast to the room his charming childe had claimed for himself. He hoped the bunny didn’t **** all over the place inside the room before Enzo found it. It probably would. As soon as he sat it down on Enzo’s bed, he snickered with amusement as the little creature immediately started mating with the mans pillow.

Yes. A fine gift indeed.