Charaa had not slept well. He had awoken several times during the day by noises, that sounded vaguely like footsteps. Once he swore, he could hear some talking over his resting place. He sighed, while reaching over and grabbing his tall glass with surprisingly thick, red liquid in it. He swirled it around the glass a few times, before chugging it down.

It wasn’t like the inbred, royal blood, he fancied. It was more common, from some nobleman’s son. Another thing, that had made his mood turn sour. The other was the fact, the he had been disrupted in his try to rest from his last trip to that northern coven. Oh, and the fact, that where his eyes should have been, there was this intense burning instead.

His reminder from a brilliant huntress, which sniffed her way into his lair and decided to pour holy water into right eye. He still wasn’t sure why, but she’d paid quite a price for it. But the happening was the reason for the eyepatch, he always wore, with the shield of the Koro family. A royal family, where he’d been the crown prince. Until he got turned, that was. The family was long gone, but Chaara still excisted.

His shoulder-long, red hair was held back from his femine face with a thin leather-string. The other eye had a startling green color. His body was long and slender, and his hands was currently playing with the ring on his left ring finger.

As a sound from above entered his ears, he frowned and rose. He’d chosen to take residence in an old abandoned mansion. Well.. not as abandoned as he had hoped. He walked up the stairs from the basement in time to see another walk into a wall.

”Heh. I didn’t think there was possibly any reason for why I should question your intellect more than I already do. Seems like I was wrong, Arizona Aurora Lee Morgan,” Chaara Koro said, before walking towards the wall, and putting his hand against the wall.

“Seems like some sort of sealing spell. Been hunting humans too far out of your league again?” He sighed. “Seems like I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. And I really was looking forward for the peace and quiet.”

This was so not fitting in his plans for the near future. Still, he had to give the humans credit for this seal. It seemed strong. He tried scratching a little on the ’wall’, but all he got was a short pain, and as he pulled his finger away, it seemed scorched and gave out a small puff of smoke. He rubbed it a little and watched as the damaged skin got restored, before he turned towards the vampire huntress again.

She wore that fake smile again. It annoyed him greatly. Everything about her seemed to annoy him these days. He couldn’t remember if it was something she had done, or if it was just the very core of her, that annoyed him. He remembered seeing her as a new-turned, but couldn’t seem to grasp, if his dislike already had begun there. Well, it didn’t matter anyway.

As she began to talk, he lifted one corner of his mouth in a lazy smile, which revealed one sharp, pointy fang, which had a inhumane whiteness to it. Just like about every vampire out there. He didn’t really bother hiding them, as some vampires did, who was hunting in the big cities. He choose his ’victims’ carefully, as to seek out the greatest tastes. Sometimes, he could go months without fullfilling his thirst.

His one eye took in her new hair. Purple. Last time it had been more towards black. He really didn’t understand this need to dye hair. He had lived with his natural hair for his entire life. Hadn’t grown tired of it yet. But he was also of another generation. He never really liked purple, now that he thought about it. He sighed.

”Do I need to remind you vampires are not bred? We get turned, if you should have forgotten. Or have that changed, while I have been asleep?” He waved his hand to let the topic go, before going into the room, from where he could smell the faint trace of life. It seemed to stick to people for a while after they had died.

”You should really clean up after yourself. Do not want to have flies fluttering everywhere.” He stopped and looked at the white corpse. ”A hunter, eh?” He muttered to himself, before wondering, what he should do with the corpse. He didn’t want to risk setting fire to himself, if he had to burn it.

”Always the messy one, eh?” Chaara chuckled under his breath, before following her with a haunting stare, which usually made the vampires in the courts he visisted weak in their knees. Usually without it being his intention. It had been a while, since he whole-hearted had made efforts to ’woo’ somebody. It was just another thing his ’transformation’ had brought with it. He wasn’t bad at it before, but now his body was more entrancing than ever before.

Leaning most of his bodyweight against one of the doorways, while his eyes followed her search for something to start the fire. ”You would need something to jump-start the fire.” He said low and knowingly, before grabbing a bottle of old alcohol, which kind he wasn’t sure, that he had discovered just behind the doorway and poured it over the body, before, extremely carefully, finding matches out from one of his pockets. He was fairly sure it was a prank from one in the northern covern, since he had found it there after his visit.

He had a little bit mixed feelings about it, but figured they could be put to use. So, ever so carefully, he sat fire to the corpse and took a lot of steps backwards, while covering his nose as the smell of burning flesh entered his nosetrills. The stench made him leave the room and he ended up in the hall, where he took in the smell of old.

He looked at Arizona, before deciding, that he’d rather be stuck with a content grumpy vampire, than a hungry grumpy vampire. So he went down into the basement and got out a bottle ’less’ fancy blood. He didn’t remember what taste she prefered, but he didn’t really care. Luckily he had actually filled up enough blood for it not to be horribly to be with her. If you didn’t count her personality in.

Floating up the stairs again, he watched as she examined the ’wall’, before scoffing. ”It seems it’s made up of a powerful ’word’. You need to be erase the word for the wall to go down. Which, sadly, seems to be located on the outside. So unless someone bail us out, our only option would be to stay calm.” His eyes slit shut in a fox-like manner, while he still held the bottle quite close to his body.

Chaara really hated when people rolled their eyes. It was an ugly sight, he found, to be able to see so much of the white in their eyes. And the veins. The red veins pulsing with blood. He would usually stay clear of those, when he was out hunting for fresh liquid. When vampires did it, however, it just seemed incredibly stupid. Like they weren’t the superior race, but just evolved humans. Nevermind, that he had been human before. It had been such a long time since then, that he had forgotten about. Or simply didn’t bother, or want, to remember.

”Oh no. I’ve got enough blood for a while, merely don’t like the idea of someone wasting my time. Eventually the spell will wear off and we’ll get out. Merely seems like a waste to me.” He held out the bottle with blood. ”Can I offer you some…” He held the ’e’ in his throat, while searching for a more fancier word, than merely ’blood’. Coming up with nothing, he merely dropped the tone and looked at her.

With her next statement, he chuckled. It was quickly followed by a boyish and slightly perverted grin. ”Clothes are quite overrated, if you ask me. We were brought into this world naked. ’a shame we insist of covering a work of art up.” And the human body was art. To him the sound of the beating heart and the activity he could feel, tracing a finger along a living humans vein.