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