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The air inside was thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat and desire as he made his way through the room. The bodies crushed together, rolling and writhing to the music as scattered lights broke through the darkness revealing snap shots of intimate moments, of people lost to the rhythm of the music. Kaspar let himself move with the ebb and flow of the crowd, his body caught in the great waves of heat rolling off them as they carried him towards the stage.

He tossed back his head, whipping his golden hair around him like a halo as he rocked to the music. His arms hung loose at his sides, open to those who reached out to him, touching his hands, his cheeks and smoothing over his leather jacket clad back. It was safe in the crowd, so inviting to a boy who’d pretty much been born into one and he couldn’t help but let out a laugh, even as a stray hand slipped over his backside possessively.

Kaspar turned in a slow circle, sliding his tall frame up against the much broader male who had grabbed him, cocking a brow as he met his gaze. The blonde tilted his head, leaning in to whisper loudly against the man’s ear. “Can I help you?” His hips shifted sharply, angling himself against the man in a most compromising way. “Got a gig, Luca, not yours tonight.” Luca released him with a loud groan of frustration, “When are you, Hel?” He demanded, throwing his hands up in defeat, turning his back to stride towards the bar.

“OUCH!” Was shouted at the man’s back though with little effect as the word was swallowed by the din, Kaspar being swallowed along with it as the crowd carried him further away, some of them clapping him on the back enthusiastically the closer he got to the stage. As he reached the edge he flattened his hands against it, pulling himself up to stand before the crowd. The rest of the band was already waiting, his twin brother Klaus shoving a bass into his hands. “Arschloch, I swear being born was the only time you’ve arrived somewhere before me.” His tone was somewhere between bemused and weary, punching his brother affectionately on the arm, “Rock on, ja?”

Plugged in and ready Kaspar began to play a constant, simple rhythm as he addressed the crowd. “Welcome to Hel! Are you ready to get down? To go down? Why don’t we start with a cover from one of my favourite bands, Brand New, it’s called…” He smirked devilishly, eyes roaming the crowd, settling on the handsome dark haired man he’d rejected just minutes before. “Luca.” The gob smacked look followed by an angry slamming of glass against bar was worth it, Kaspar turning to face his brother with a laugh, Klaus giving him an utterly exasperated look played the song. ((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5j8SRuAEvI))

Kaspar swayed hypnotically as he sang, plucking expertly at the strings of his bass, giving the crowd highs and lows, with originals and covers mixing to get people moving. By the time they finished their last song he glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, his chest rising and falling fast, bathing in the adrenaline of the crowd, cheering and clapping for an encore. He slung his instrument from his lithe frame, lowering it carefully to the floor, taking a few steps so that he stood on the edge of the stage. “GO TO HEL!” He crowed proudly, spinning around and falling backwards into their waiting arms, his own spread wide as he was carried to an open space in the room.

Accepting the enthusiastic words and offered drinks, he let himself be steered towards the bar where he was plied with shots and strokes of the ego, offers to dance and intrigued glances. He was REALLY starting to enjoy this town, he already had a reputation growing and people took notice when he walked into a room, most too intimidated to approach and he’d noticed people taking video of the band’s gigs. They were lapping up all of his ******** and giving in so easily to the dangerously charming smiles he’d flash, it was so easy. He felt the slightest pang of guilt, of regret, he’d promised he’d try to get his **** together and behave a little better here, but it was damn hard considering the example he’d gotten growing up from the rock god himself.

A smack upside the head knocked him from his reverie, a couple of shots in and on the verge of a decent buzz he was unimpressed to be disrupted from his thoughts, which left him all the more disappointed when he turned with fist raised to find his twin brother grinning goofily at him. “Ah, **** you, Klaus. You think you’re so cute.” The other boy shrugged, clapping a hand to Kaspar’s cheek. “Come on now, we both know I’m very cute, cuter than you!” He mocked, patting Kaspar’s face. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, little brother, you’re just jealous of the inches I’ve got on you!” He lunged forward, grabbing Klaus in a sturdy headlock. “Not where it counts, and it’s mere centimetres, Arschloch!” Klaus winced out, throwing an elbow back into his brother’s stomach. Tussling ensued and another round or five of drinks, the night becoming a hazy blur.

Hours later he found himself outside with a cigarette in hand and a dangerous looking Luca hovering in front of him, asking questions he had been expertly avoiding answering. A brief reprieve had come when his brother had stumbled out back with a beautiful girl on his arm, grabbing hold of his brother’s face and kissing his cheeks. “It was good catching up, I guess i'll see you in a few months, ja? Vater wäre stolz, Arschloch.” Were his parting words, another brief hug between the pair and he was leaving him to deal with his angered sometimes lover, “What did he say, Hel?” He barked. “Oh, just talking about family relations. You know how it is?” His mocking the man probably wasn’t intelligent, considering the rumour that had lead to the man backing him up against a wall.

“You wouldn’t dare touch her, you’re just ******* with me, right? You wouldn’t touch my sister.” Luca loomed over him, reaching to touch his face with a shaking hand. “You… You didn’t, Kaspar?” His hand slipped to grip the nape of Kaspar’s neck, large fingers pushing into the back of his curls. Kaspar’s lips parted to sigh, tongue flicking out across his lips to dampen them. “Oh, Luca, so jealous. Let’s talk about something else, hm? How’d you like the set?” That hand moved again, this time the other joined it, gripping at his shirt. “Just answer me, please? Tell me you didn’t do it. She was visiting Klaus that night, right?” Kaspar shrugged casually, “Will you accept a maybe?” He was rewarded with a punch to the jaw for his efforts, head lolling backwards for a moment and struggling to reign in the flare of anger that followed. He reached a hand up to touch his face, moving his jaw slowly to check it wasn't particularly damaged. "I'll take that as no then?" He raised a brow, looking overly smug for a guy who just got hit in the face.

“TELL ME!” It was the last two words Kaspar Grube heard before the end, yelled so close to his face he could feel the man’s hot breath against his cheek and smell the beer he’d used to fuel his rage. The two large hands gripped around the front of his shirt clenching, popping one of the buttons clean off as the drunkard shook him violently. He recalled the flash of silver, a familiar ring that would leave a nasty bruise on his jaw where the clumsy punch had landed. The blonde devil’s lips parted with an exasperated sound somewhere between a sigh and a wince, he just wanted the man to let him go, he was not in the mood for another late night lover’s tiff. “Well, Lover, You Should’ve Come Over too, ja?” Kaspar’s cocky smile barely ghosted across his lips, thinking he was rather smart, quoting Luca’s favourite song lyrics, until he got his wish.

The hands released him, shoving against his chest hard enough to knock him off his feet and back against the wall behind him. He felt the corner of the brick wall between his shoulder blades before the back of his skull met it with a sickening thud. There was no time for pain, shock numbing the world around him as he slumped to the ground like a broken doll. Through blurry vision Kaspar saw the look of horror on his estranged lover’s face, those familiar hands reaching out to him. They weren’t alone, the last thing he saw was the ominous shadow of someone watching from behind a dumpster, then nothing. A nothingness so complete that it defied all description, too hollow and empty to even begin to contemplate.

Eva walked into the busy crowd not because it was her scene not because Lyonel was leading her to the new hot spot in town. She walked in because of chance. Chance that she would trip a alarm. Chance that the cops would swarm the place before she could make her escape. Chance that they were blanketing the neighborhood with patrols. Chance that she needed a place to lay low and blend in for a few hours, and Chance that she would become a observer of a beautiful pretty boy and his reckless behavior.

The club was hot and sexually charged not the type of place Eva felt comfortable in without Lyonel she hung back into the shadows of the room blending into the hidden spots of the room. When the young man entered he was like a beacon to the crowd. He defiantly caught her eye like most shiny things did. He reminded her of herself in a way she was reckless to a fault in her younger days. He jumped up on stage and enthralled the audience with his wicked smile and beauty as he gyrated and sang to the beat of the music, It was not Eva's style at all but the way he moved was fluid and graceful he would make a excellent thief if he wasn't used to everyone giving him everything he wanted.

His set ended and Eva lost him in the crowd. It was about time that she left herself. She worked her way throughout the crowd pushing through the bodies to finally get herself a breath of fresh air. The night was chilly still winter still hung in the air despite peoples insistence that spring was near . Eva looked into the sky getting her bearings she decided to take a short cut through the alley by the club. She stopped short you couldn't mistake the angry tones . She did not know why she stopped except that she caught the flash of that blonde hair and those eyes . She watched in a instant he had been violently shoved against the wall. Not just striking brick but the metal bolt that was there securing ,instantly sinking into his skull and brain the sick sound it made as contact was made . The beautiful body sinking to the ground in a slump.


Eva's hand instantly went to her throat the wound that Wolfgang had inflicted of course was not there nor was the crushed skull and broken legs. The memory of her crawling through the sewers using rats to survive
on until she could find out what was happening to her. He doesn't have to die Eva was bouncing around her head. She walked up to the limp body no one was around. She rolled him over he was pale and his lips slack and turning blue with the massive amount of blood pooling and running into the dirty concrete. Honey fingers caressed the pale skin ."Poor, poor baby " she whispered "Yes I think I can make it better " She cut her wrist with a knife the black blood dripping she pulled his head aside fingers in the bloody blonde mop the black blood pooled on the open wound running into his brain and nerves there infecting it.

Eva was not sure this would be enough she picked the limp body up caressing him like a baby against her he felt light too light for a man of his size he was broken. She made haste and carried him to a safer spot. She sat against the tree with the man in her arms cradling him she opened her wrist one more time and forced it into his mouth forcing his head back forcing the black blood down his throat. He was showing no sign of life Had she been too late was this pretty boy going to end up one of the walking dead things that roamed in the quarantine zone or one of those disgusting feral vampires that didn't know their own names . Nothing to know but time ... she pulled out her phone and called Lyonel she needed a car and time Jolie answered. Eva sometimes felt as if she had 2 partners but the woman was efficient half a hour later Eva and the young not yet moving corpse were ensconced in a room at hotel West and the wait had begun .

He didn't dream, he was swallowed into that nothingness, vaguely aware of quiet sounds around him and of this strange feeling within his body that something was changing. It's like he almost see in his minds eye threads being repaired, pulled back together to form stronger bonds as his body knitted itself back together. Every fibre of his being screamed for him to wake up, to fight back, to come back and yet the nothing was so comfortable, so dark and soothing that he wasn't entirely sure he would listen. A blinding took hold of him, his whole body seemed like it was bending, contorting, bones cracking but externally he should no signs other than a slight twitch every now and then. Trapped, trapped his head, maybe he would give way to the darkness, surely his light was bright than that? He heard her voice through it all, it was the only thing keeping him there before the change begun, her urgent whispers and praise. Poor baby, her poor baby. Who was this woman? He thought he might want to meet her, and as the final threads began to knit back together his decision was made. Be damned this darkness, out black spot, he would meet his adoring fan.

His eyes fluttered open, his senses taking a while to adjust to the room around him. He was cradled in someone's arms but he didn't recognise the embrace, it was someone new. Not terribly unusual but his throat felt so dry, his body not quite his and then he looked over to see a man staring at him. He looked sort of like a mixture between young Elvis and James Dean, he was utterly gorgeous. He was leaning against the wall in a manner that was somewhere between casual and tense, like he was brooding and that little frown was to die for. Kaspar sat up a little too quickly, his head feeling light enough that he allowed himself to slump back into the woman, finally staring up into her face. She was just as stunning, like an Indian goddess, the look on her face was a mixture of concern and fierce protection. He loved her instnatly, as much as Kaspar was capable of love, he wanted to love her was more accurate. And the man who now approached with caution.

The last thing he could accurately remember was seeing the flash of Luca's ringing, and the brief weightlessness as his hands had pushed him back, a single second perhaps before the impact that had sent him reeling into his black abyss. Had he passed out? With shaking hands he reached up, fingertips gingerly pressing at his scalp. There was no wound though the flesh felt tender, and his hair was matted with blood, he saw it on his fingers as he pulled them away. He felt horror then, horror and even worse, hunger. His stomach twisted painful, a deep ache resounding within him as if it might consume him if he did not obey it. The trembling hand moved closer towards him, his full lips parting as if he were about to press his blooded fingertip between them. He stopped himself, why would he do that? What was wrong with him? "What... Help me..." The words left his lips before he could shut them inside, his voice sounded hollow to his ears as if the emotion he wished to express couldn't fully form.

He tried in vain to move, merely twisting around in her arms. The bloodied hand moving towards her cheek, wanting to stroke the soft looking skin. "How now, hey there it's alright." The man had crouched down, reaching to grasp the hand as if the blood wasn't there, his other arm slipping around Kaspar's side to help him sit up and there he stayed, between these two beings. There was something about them that made his skin crawl, not utterly unpleasantly, just a feeling that something wasn't quite right here. Even as he questioned this feeling he leaned into them, the woman's possessive grip and the man's solid strength. "Please, who are you? What is going on with me? Whose blood is this?" He stopped speaking to them, muttering to himself instead, the words taking on the form of old poem, a prayer he remembered only in his native German. He didn't feel like himself, his confidence had wained, he was important and he had to be alright, too many would miss him. His family, his friends, his band. His boy.

The blonde man cleared his throat, stopping his feverish whispering and sitting in silent contemplation for a few more moments. "Luca, that son of a... Thank you, i'm guessing you got me out of there? Did I pass out? There was no point in hitting him back, it would've only prolonged the situation plus he knows better than to ruin my face. He wouldn't want that." A smirk, an honest to goodness smug smirk. Kaspar was feeling more like himself, still awestruck by the two that supported him but ready to address the situation. "What are your names, beautiful people? I am Kaspar, Kaspar Wilhelm Grube or Hel if you prefer."

<Eva>

Eva looks at her husband as he lifts the young man to his feet, getting up quickly to join them. "Lyonel careful he’s weak, he hasn’t fed yet... " Making her way over to the bar she pulls out a blood pack and pours the blood into a glass Rounding back she shoves it at Kaspar...."Nice to meet you Kaspar ... I am Eva and this is Lyonel West my husband. Drink this it will make you feel better. " She waved the amber liquid close to his nose almost shoving it in his face .She waved the amber liquid under his nose seductively, back and forth until he took it.

<Kaspar>

Now he really did reel back, his stomach was aching with a foreign pain, it was like hunger but far more forceful, threatening to tear him in two. "What? Drink what?" He leaned his weight into Lyonel as he stumbled further back into the man, pressing into the solid frame. "What is going on?" The liquid smelled good, maybe it was just some fancy drink, not what it appeared, poured from a blood bag. Wasn't there packaging out there that looked medical? Syringes filled with candy? It didn't smell like some sickly, fruity thing or a health drink. It smelled somewhat metallic, and he wanted it. He wanted it badly. Maybe it was iron?

He had a liquid iron supplement he had to his orange juice in the morning, must be something like that. Kaspar tried to pull himself together, he would be fine; he always was. His hand stretched forward to take the glass, bringing it towards his lips. "Prost." He saluted with the glass before tipping it back, taking a great swallow of the liquid within. Whoa. It hit that hunger and for a moment spurred it, making it so he wanted to drain the glass and found he already had. His head swam, his body lurching forward as if he might expel what he'd just drank but he kept it down.

<Eva>

She patted him on the shoulder then went and filled his glass once more giving it to him "Here take a seat and drink slowly you have time and we have a few things to discuss that is going to be a bit hard for you to take in." She pointed to the bed. "Do you remember what happened last night ?"

<Kaspar>

He reluctantly did as she suggested, watching the liquid fill the glass again, transfixed by it as he perched on the bed. With difficult he lifted his gaze to her face, frowning. "Luca... Luca happened. I stirred him, probably shouldn't have but I can't always help myself, he was being ridiculous and I have no patience for the behaviour. He knows what I’m like, he knows better than to... Hm. My head, it hit the wall, it..." He reached back there again, smooth skin, a slight groove and mostly dried blood still confusing him. "How long have I been out? Why is there so much blood?"

<Eva>

Eva smiled, he wasn’t going to take this well and she knew it but the words came out. "It’s more like how long have you been dead." She paused just a moment ,"You died when you hit the wall and I found you "

<Kaspar>

He choked on a sip, coughing as the liquid struggled to find a way down after her words. "I'm what... YOU WHAT? No, that's not quite possible, darling woman." He gestured to his lanky frame where he sat, beginning to worry he'd taken into the lair of a pair of crazy people. "Scheiße, nicht möglich! I mean, sorry... That's not possible. Jesus. Where did this blood come from?" He steadied his shaking hand, another sip of the strange liquid against better judgment, it was helping his nerves. Probably drugged, he pointed out to himself, having an internal argument about how to proceed.

<Eva>

Quicker than the man could blink Eva’s knife was in her hand and had struck out slicing into the mans arm fresh blood poured out where the blade had scored his pure white flesh and it bled and knitted mending itself instantly across his arm . "You died and now you are one of us I could not see letting such a bright light slip from this world so I saved you by changing you. You are no longer human " She grasped his shoulder fearful that he would spring from his seat and flee the room She did not feel like tracking him through the city she hoped he would be able to handle this . She looked at him concerned

<Kaspar>

The glass fell from his hand, the crimson liquid pouring to the ground, his own blood soon joining it from the wound that healed within moments. A slow tremble took up in his extremities, lips parting as if to speak but he sat there mute. Shock, the white hot pain, the feel of skin knitting together and words that he couldn't seem to reconcile. The firm grip at his shoulder brought him back around somewhat, but he remained silent as long as they allowed him, glancing between the pair. The male gave a little shrug, a smile that seemed to say "What can you do?". One of them. "One of you." He repeated out loud, testing the words in his mouth. "And what ARE you then? What am... Not human? How. I'm dead? But I’m... No I’m not." He shook his blonde head firmly, pressing his hands up to cover his face.

<Eva>

"You're German correct? You have heard the stories then, the legends Vlad the Impaler and others? We are Vampires there is some truth to the legends but they are not all correct .... We are all different we all have different paths it seems different abilities ... I gave you my blood to keep you alive It just seemed a waste to let you die "

<Kaspar>

His brow went up, slowly lifting his face from his hands, making sure she saw it when he rolled his eyes. "Vlad the... Yes, German, not Romanian or what was it... Bulgarian?" He hummed thoughtfully, that sounded about right. "Wait. I'm a VAMPIRE." His voice rose but the pitch deepened, like a roar was building deep within him. He tried to tamp it down, to consider what this meant and wished now he hadn't dropped the glass with. "Oh, holy hell, you gave me blood didn't you? I've been drinking blood." She'd saved him, so she said, too bright to die, a waste. Well that much was correct, he had too much to keep living for. "That just can't be possible, that's ridiculous I mean..." His argument fell flat. The back of his hair was matted with blood from a wound now healed, she'd cut him open, he'd bled and it had healed. He wasn't the same, he wasn't right. Vampire. "I... At least I’ll be young, and beautiful forever. That's how this works, isn't it?" He stood up then, to his full intimidating height of 6'3", staring down on Eva. "What about the fangs though? Is that real?" He reached up to press his fingertip against one those sharpened canines testing it. "I need a mirror, I’m probably a mess."


<Eva>

Eva smiled and stood 'You are a mess you have been out for a day " She stood and motioned toward the Mirror that was above the dresser in the room she walked over beside him ready to see his reaction when he couldn’t see his own reflection but a smile came to her face when she saw his reflection in the mirror it made sense that he would be a Allurist given his personality. She touched his shoulder reminding him that she was standing next to him and winked at Lyonel .

<Kaspar>

She agreed with him, unfortunate, though he figured he was probably a hot mess. He even made mess look good. As he stepped in front of the mirror however he began to second-guess himself. "This is wrong..." He whispered harshly, his throat straining to push the words out, making him gasp for air in shock. His face moved, it reacted as he did but he looked so pale, drawn and hollow. His cheeks slightly more sunken, drained of the vital blood. A living corpse, not unlike those too slim models he found uncomfortable entertaining. He wasn't sure what was worse, the fact that he could see himself of that he couldn't see the woman who stood beside him. "You are invisible and I... That can't be right!" He reached up touch his face, it felt as it ever did, the strong jaw, full lips, high cheekbones with slightest pump of youth at his cheeks. He was slim, sure, but not like the horrified looking man in the mirror.

<Eva>

Her arm snaked around the mans waist and she laid her head on his shoulder. “You are a vampire we all have different abilities I suspect you are a allurist you will be able to enthrall humans to your will quite easily and much more. Come with me over here she pulled him towards the bar where the other blood packs were You need to feed but we cannot have you starving and ravaging everyone on sight feeding takes restraint and skill ... or you can drink from these bags forever they are readily available but they do lack in a certain quality ... We do not have to kill to feed we just take a little of what we need and if you do it correctly and thoughtfully there is no need for anyone to get hurt .. unless they really deserve it " She added that last part she knew he would question it


<Kaspar>

Uncharacteristically he let himself be lead, be told what to do. "Eva." He slumped down into a chair at the bar, resting his elbows on it. "Eva, you... You will teach me how to do this, yes? This isn't like an awkward one night stand where I’ll never see you again come morning?" His lips quirked into a smirk, that would be a first, someone not wanting to see him again after spending a night together, even platonically. "How long have you been one of... A vampire?" He leaned over to pick up one of the blood packs, studying the liquid that sloshed inside, easier to think of it as a health drink. He helped himself to a glass, sure she wouldn't mind, after all he was doing as she asked. He filled it with some more of the "health drink", tipping it back as if it were a shot of wheatgrass. "Abilities. Allurist... Yes, I suppose alluring people makes sense. What about you two?" Lyonel had been quiet, but he joined them once more, looking interested in the discussion at hand.

Lyonel's presence wasn't entirely unwelcome, he had a sort of quiet strength that appealed very much to Kaspar. He seemed like someone you could talk to for hours about nothing, or just settle in silence with and enjoy that presence. His comment made Kaspar's brow furrow, as he thought on the implications of that. How much would see her? See them? What did they expect of him now? Was there rules he was supposed to live by, their rules? He wasn't interested in following blindly, he couldn't and wouldn't. He would do what he had to to stay alive, sure, but that was it. He chose his loyalty, he didn't get it forced on him.

His thoughts didn't get much further, Lyonel was speaking again, moving ever closer. He felt an uneasy sensation, Eva still giving him that sweet concerned looks, trying to soothe and reassure him but Lyonel, he was a different beast entirely. Maybe he didn't like the man in his house after all? Surely not, he lifted the glass again to sip but the blood never made it beyond his lips. The man was LITERALLY a beast, his body morphed in a manner so terrifying that Kaspar damn near fell off his seat, fighting to get to his feet. The glass was dashed against bar as he failed to place it down in time, smashing so that the red fluid it held splattered.

Unable to form words he stared, taking slow paces back from the beast, surely he wasn't about to try and kill him, Eva wasn't interested in him dying so soon after she saved him. "Uh, Lyonel... What the ****, man? Seriously?" He calmed himself as the beast shrunk in size, as he was referred to as a little Prince. Accurate really, Prince of Rock, up and coming in the world thanks to his star studded start to life. "Can everyone do that? You are a handsome beast, no doubt, but this is sort of pushing it gorgeous."

Eva licked her lips slowly as blood was once again splashed on her... this was beginning to become a habit. Lyonel don't scare the boy its bad enough when you do that in bed, do you have to do it to the boy too ?
It's going to be bad enough when I shoot him." She said it as if there was nothing unusual about shooting a person ... as if she were simply offering them a drink or taking them to lunch. "The good things about allurist you can still eat and drink the food wont be appealing like it once was and the drink wont get you drunk unless you have a pre disposed weakness to it some vampires do. Blood is all that is required to keep you alive now and a strong will to live." she put a hand on his arm. "You will be seeing a lot of me at first I am a responsible sire and I don't throw my spawn out to the hyenas that would love to take a bite out of your *** such as the Fae or Other vampires ... We have laws as Vampires that are supposed to keep us safe and from being killed by humans Its called the Masquerade . One don't be seen feeding . Don't expose yourself as a vampire to a human in any way such as using powers in front of them . Don't bring undue scrutiny on yourself by killing police and such . Its pretty straight forward make people believe your still human"

She glanced over at Lyonel " We've got to teach him how to feed and were to feed before the nights up do you want to come with Hunting lessons can wait until later. " she looked back at Kaspar wondering how much more he could take .... after all he just learned that one boogeyman really existed .... Would his mind handle the fact there were many many more .

"Shoot me?" He repeated, narrowing his eyes at her. "Cutting me open with your dagger wasn't enough, Eva? ****, you guys like it rough, huh?" Lyon gave a roll of shoulders, the beast slipping away until the man stood in his normal visage. He didn't look particularly apologetic to Kaspar, in fact he looked quite amused at being told off and the reference to his bedroom life. He had to respect that, somewhat. "So... I can eat, and drink if I want to but it may take me a while to adjust. I need blood to survive, human blood? Specifically?" He queried, Lyon piping up. "You may not like the alternatives, but we have options Little Prince."

That nickname again, it might grow on him. Hel nodded as he considered the other rules she'd mentioned, they made sense though one of them he was struggling to wrap his head around. He couldn't reveal it to humans, shouldn't. What about when he rocked up at the house where he and the mother of his child lived? How could he live with his son? "Eva... Lyonel. I have someone I am responsible for, well a few people, but one who is more important than most. His name is Will, he is mine and his mother too. How can I keep this from them and continue to be a part of his life? I can't give up my boy. I won't give up my boy." He spoke more firmly, standing up so that he reached his full height, enhancing his presence in the room.

Unwilling to yield on the matter, he stared them both down. It was important but his stomach still felt tight with that strange hunger, and he figured it was something to do with his body trying to recover. He a wave of sickness, a roiling in his gut that made him want to sick down, that threatened to weaken his resolve. "We can discuss this later, you can help me come up with a plan. For now, yes, show me how to survive. To feed. It hurts." His hand pressed against his abdominal muscles beneath his shirt, catching it up so that they saw a flash of fair skin.

He didn't want to wait around much longer, he needed to keep moving and Lyonel seemed a better place to start. Kaspar walked to him, getting into the man's personal space."Do you really go all beast mode in the bedroom? That's really wrong, brother, I hope she's kidding. Eva?" He tilted his head in her direction, keeping his eyes on Lyonel. "Might I clean up before you take me out? I don't exactly slip under the radar a lot of the time, and being covered in blood isn't exactly an encouraging look unless it's halloween. Want to help me, big boy?" He winked up at the 6'9" hunk who he was currently stirring, knowing it likely foolish and not giving a damn.

That determination to succeed, the belief in his own worth and power would either be his saving grace or his utter destruction. He felt the clap of a strong hand at the nape of his neck, half expecting the man to grab him and haul his *** out of the building for his attitude, but he didn't. There was a gentle squeeze and the man was pushing, guiding him towards a bathroom. "He's right, Eva, let's get him cleaned up." The hand that had his neck slipped down, pressing between the shoulder blades and Kaspar was shoved. The movement forced him to stumble into another room while the man laughed heartily, stalking after Hel. "We'll have that crown of gold atop your head again in no time, then we'll see about showing you how not to get it ripped off."