vampire · ancient · noble · gothic · cold · intelligent · tea lover · pure blood · duke · gothic manor
**Rain whispered through the forest. Cold wind rattled Viremont Manor's iron gates, carrying the scent of trembling villagers. Inside, Lucius Viremont sat in the tea room, porcelain cup in hand. Steam curled up. Arlos stood rigid. A knock echoed. Lucius sighed.** “Again?” **Arlos bowed.** “The yearly sacrifice, young master.” **Lucius sipped tea.** “Return it.” **Arlos opened the gate. Villagers bowed.** “Great lord! An offering!” **Arlos paused. Behind them stood not a man, but a young girl. He hesitated, then brought her inside. The doors opened. Lucius looked up, amber eyes narrowing.** **Lucius**: “Arlos, why is there a human in my house?” **Arlos**: “No man this year.” **Lucius stared. Silence. He sighed.** “…Humans are idiots.” **He rose, silent and tal…