He noted the change in her, her body language. She seemed to like the idea, but hesitated in making a final desicion to talk to the male. He wondered if they would ever make a desicion, or if he would be continued to be dragged around like this. The female was off then, and he followed upon her request. They moved up to where Bell was, and some other woman. Rose was speaking up, and Bell countered her, before threatening the other woman in the room.

Usagi glanced at her, she seemed to be both clueless and naive about what was going on. Bell and Rose bickered more like siblings, it was a wonder any business got done around here. He pondered stepping in, the two divided upon the subject of this other woman. It would be dangerous to get between the two of them. His shadow squirmed slightly, seeming to find all of this amusing. It would have been happier seeing this followed through indeed. Usagi brushed his fingers through the front part of his hair, pushing it out of his eyes.

A feeling of dread pooled in the bottom of Rose's stomach as Bell showed his fangs and snarled at her, almost in a challenge. Rose was never the one for fighting, and just the thought of it scared her a bit. "Seriously!" She growled at him in a signal for him to back off. Bell was older than her, and therefore stronger and more powerful than her, but Rose could not stand for his constant attacking of the poor girl. The flower-loving vampiress had a reputation for being calm and friendly, and this side of her rarely showed. "You're angry at me, right? There's no reason to attack her, and not all humans are as terrible as you think they are!"

Out of the corner of her eye, Rose spotted Katerina wielding a pencil as if she were going to stab the purple-haired vampire with it. She gave the human an exasperated look. Katerina was a human after all, and probably thought that all of the myths and rumors about them were true. "You know that won't help, right?"

[[I'm going to be flying to China from today until the 24th, so I won't be able to post until then.]]

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Instead Gwen shook her head. "That's really a shame ... You made the castle sound like such a nice place. I would have liked to see it, at least how it looks like from the outside." The young woman shrugged. "Oh well. At least I've got a new friend, who'll stop by for visits often enough, I hope." Gwen smiled, and started clearing the table.

She was tempted to go to the castle. Despite the fact that Red's other friend disliked strangers so much ... she saw nothing wrong with walking over, and asking to see if Red was there. Gwen wouldn't set foot inside the place. But that was all conjecture, there was no reason to go yet.

Rose wouldn't get out of his way and Bell wasn't ready to harm the other vampire yet. He wasn't quite mad enough at Rose to harm her, yet. He did actually back off, he stopped mid lunge for the human. "I'm angry at both of you." His voice was low, his tone was almost dead. "You're so naive, humans are the worst. They take things from us, take and take and take, then hunt us like dogs, but when they catch us, they don't just kill us. They make us suffer, torment us and torture us. They destroy everything we hold close and yet label us the monsters. And you. You just let one invade our home, our safe place from them. You invite one to stay in our sanctuary from them. She's a hunter of our kind, she's dangerous. She shot Red with silver bullets, isn't that enough evidence of how dangerous she is?" Bell was seething, and those hands were clenched tightly, too tightly. "If that's how it's going to be, if you won't even allow me to protect my home, our home, from this scum, then I'm leaving. When she murders you in your sleep, at least I warned you." Bell turned quickly from them to make his way stiffly down the hall. He had said things he hadn't meant to say, part of his reasoning for hating humans and now he was even angry at himself, and even angrier that Red wasn't here to back him up.


Red shrugged slightly at her words. He couldn't just come out and tell her that the castle was dangerous for her. It wasn't a place for humans. The vargulf was silent for a few minutes. Not quite sure how often he would stop by to visit. "Is just a big home." Red shrugged again, really the castle wasn't any nicer than any other house, or den, he supposed. Then again, it was much roomier than most dens he'd ever had. "Gwen is good people. Should stay away from castle." He stood from the table, he should go. Bell would be wondering why it was taking him so long. He glanced towards the door for a moment and then at Gwen. She seemed..lonely..it made Red hesitant to leave. He really was a sweet dog, at least when the moon wasn't full.

Gwen frowned. Red was so insistent about the castle... That alone might not have been so odd, if he hadn't phrased things in just that way. The young woman took a few steps towards the tall man, head tilted to the side. "Red, what does me being good people have to do with staying away from the castle? I mean, I know your friend doesn't like strangers, but ... he wouldn't ... hurt anyone, would he?" It was those rumors surrounding the place, the superstitions of the villagers, they mingled together to make her more suspicious then she would have been usually. She didn't want to think such things...

Katerina blinked down at her pencil when Rose spoke to her, lowering it. Great, so she was defenseless now. Bell raged on, and made his leave quickly, leaving Katerina to blink after him owlishly. "I, would never, murder anyone in their sleep...", she said in defense. What a ridiculous notion, that Katerina was some kind of psycho.

"And I wouldn't have shot his friend, if his friend hadn't tried to attack me. All of which was Bell's fault in the first place." She just wanted to clarify that for everyone standing there. It seemed to Katerina that Bell had an intense dislike for humans that was some kind of, downward spiral as far as his sanity went. "I would never hunt to hurt or torture, anything" she said, quietly adding, "That's awful." Had those things happened to Bell?

It was probably a completely idiotic thing to do, especially right now, but Katerina pushed herself off the wall and ran after him. "Please wait," she said when she finally caught up to him, and he was so fast. "Listen, I'm really sorry. I didn't come here to hurt anyone," she tried to explain. "Please, let me prove that all humans aren't like that, like those monsters you talked about. I'm not! What can I do to prove it to you? I mean no harm at all."

Katerina was breathing hard from trying to catch up/keep up with him. She held her hands up as a sign of truce or surrender, or just to show him she wasn't here to make the situation worse.

Nate didn't catch much, had only seen that the kind woman had gotten here first and had turned to leave. Until he heard Bell's yelling, his declaration of barbarism and cruelty. Nate's nose twitched.

He turned, poking his head around the corner, only to see Bell coming straight toward him. Newspaper clippings flashed through his head, stories from locals from towns he had passed through. A sick feeling curdled in his stomach.

He moved as the vampire grew closer, allowing him to pass if he wished. The flies that buzzed around him seemed to follow suit, landing and darting along the wall.

Nate intended himself to remain quiet, not to even acknowledge the vampire's presence outside of a simple nod. But his mouth opened, a prompt from another part in him that grinned and laughed at the vampire's yelling and accusations.

"Vampires are funny," he said, voice low. "Committing acts of cruelty and genocide all across the world, but when a few humans decide to act vengeance they are suddenly the victims of barbarism and atrocities."

He turned his head, eyes catching the light from a nearby window with an almost feverish sheen.

"Funny things..."

His voice had been drowned slightly by the other woman's yelling, her voice loud. But he didn't mind. He turned, head lazily resting against the wall as she huffed and panted.

((Nate is the king of bad decision making.))

Katerina would catch up to Bell, spouting her foolish nonsense, because the vampire had stopped, and turned to eye Nate with a murderous glare. It was easy to ignore the human female, her words were empty and hollow to Bell's ears. Reassurances that she wasn't here to do harm, did she really think he would believe that? It wasn't important. Right now, Nate was the only thing he saw. "Oh, so you know everything, do you? Everything about everyone, hm? I know first hand exactly how humans are. It isn't called vengeance if there is nothing to be avenged. It's just cruelty then, and humans are far better at that than us vampires could ever hope to be." Bell was done though. He was tired of this. Arguing was stupid, just let him kill these two humans and be done with it. But Rose would most likely interfere again if he tried that.

"You don't know a damn thing. All of you. You're all idiots." He had raised his voice when he called them all idiots, now he looked at Katerina. "Stay away from me, girl. I'm done. I'm through. You want my castle, take the damn thing." Bell started down the hall again, he had increased his pace in hopes of preventing any one else from following him. There was a large tree in the backyard, with a thick trunk and high branches. That was where Bell wanted to go, it was closer to the castle than he liked at the moment, but Bell wanted to be up that tree and in those branches.


Red blinked, had he said something strange? Apparently he had, the vargulf hadn't meant to. He frowned for a moment as he thought of how to say what he meant, he couldn't really think of a good way of explaining it to her. "Castle is dangerous for strangers." He was still frowning, and he shook his head slightly. "Just...not go there, okay?" There was a bit of warning and a bit of pleading as he said that. She was a nice human, and Red didn't want anything bad to happen to her, if she went to the castle there was no telling how Bell might react. Well, no, Bell would react the way he always did. Violently. There was no telling if the girl would survive or not if she were to meet Bell in his own territory.

Nate chuckled as the man yelled at him, a smile splitting his face as the man yelled about how he didn't know anything. "Eating children and impaling infants on pikes seems like a pretty good reason, bell-boy," he called back, chuckling. "But if you wanna live in your fantasy world where your people are innocent I'll let you!"

"It will do no good to deny your history! When it counts, your sins and those of those you spawned from will speak for themselves!" His voice was cold yet high with something near amusement, a slight buzz beneath his words. Like flies in his voice. "Every life you've taken to sustain your own, every man and woman who you hurt, every child murdered or orphaned, every town left a bloody field of bodies and flame...bared broken and bleeding and ugly."

His eyes watched the vampire's back. The flies' buzzing grew louder, more seeming to congregate over his head and scamper over the ugly bruises on his face. "You'll see then. You'll see then that you were never innocent and you were never just. Just an angry, hateful little man with nothing to show but the blood of those he's murdered as evidence."

He didn't even know if Bell was listening anymore. He didn't care. In some way what he was saying would get through. Even if it was just to incite a hateful scream and an attempt at his throat. He'd deal with that. He supposed it was worth it just to see the look on the angry thing's face.

"Vampires are all the same in the end after all. Disgusting parasites with god-complexes and fragile egos."

He stared now, at the opposite wall, unaware of the flies on his bruising face or the red seeping into the whites of his eyes. The color draining from his skin. He ignored the woman closest to him, the failed attempt at peace on her face. A few flies landed on her arm and scuttled about before flitting away to rejoin the congregation over Nate's head. His smile seemed empty, yet split his face without sign of wavering.

For the first time in so long, since the night in the woods years ago, since the hospital, since that town, his mind was completely clear.

The laughing thing inside him grew louder with each moment.

((And now I am to bed. It is 3 AM. I'm probably going to come back in the morning and wonder what the hell happened with this, but until then, I sleep! I will also reiterate; king of bad decision making. Also flies. And pseudo-philosophical nonsense that only really makes sense to him because he's a nut-job with a drinking problem who murdered at least three people and was stalked by a mind-melting forest monster or something stupid like that and that didn't really help the paranoid nut-job problem he had going for him in the first place.))

Now she knew for a certainty that there was some fact, behind the rumors in the village. Gwen sighed. The castle was like ... a big red button, just begging to be pushed. It was something forbidden, that needed to be explored precisely because of just how wrong it was. Human nature made her want to see it, to assuage her curiosity.

"Take me there once. And I promise I won't go back again, unless I don't hear from you for a long time." She tacked on the last bit with a apologetic tone. Gwen already considered Red a friend and if she didn't hear from him for a few weeks, she'd worry her head off.

Katerina watched Bell leaving, before turning around to Rose with palms up as if asking the vampire what to do next. It was the man's shouting beside her that drew her back into her work around Farefield. Many children had gone missing from that town. He knew something about it, Katerina was sure. Was he insinuating that it was the work of vampires?

Still, she couldn't see that all vampires could be the same. Rose certainly seemed awfully nice. And while Bell's view of 'all' humans was slightly skewed, she couldn't imagine him really being such an awful beast as to murder children. No. He may want people to see differently of him, but he wasn't so bad.

A couple of flies landed on her arm and she swatted them away before realizing they were crawling all over the man who'd been yelling at Bell. Typically she'd have said something along the line of, 'there's a fly on you,' but this was different. There were lots of flies, and he didn't seem to mind. Katerina stared at him with a look of confusion and disgust, though not necessarily about him, as much as the thought of so many flies crawling on live skin...

Bell had stopped again. At the end of the hallway, letting Nate's words wash over him. He had never murdered children or put them on pikes, he hadn't known any vampires that did something that terrible. He killed purely for survival, humans were the monsters. They warred with themselves and each other over the stupidest things, and yet toss a vampire into the mix and suddenly everything was the vampire's fault. The vampire was to be blamed for it all. Bell wasn't sure what he was feeling anymore. Anger certainly, among other emotions he couldn't name. His back was too them all, and after listening to Nate's words, the vampire moved again. This time seeming to vanish as he used his vampiric speed to get away from them.

Down the stairs, down the other hallway, through the kitchen and out the back door. To that big tree he had wanted to sit in. He stopped in front of that tree, his jaw clenched tightly, Bell didn't climb it. No, he began punching it. Hard and brutally, not caring when the rough bark tore the skin from his knuckles, it only made him punch it harder.


"No." There was a firmness and finality that hadn't been in his voice before when he spoke that single word. Red shook his head and scowled at her, like an adult scowling at a misbehaving child. "Is dangerous. Strangers not welcome." Why in the world would she want to go somewhere that was dangerous? If Bell told Red to stay away from a dangerous place, the vargulf would, unless Bell charged in. Then Red would have to go in to protect his vampire, but that was different. There was no reason at all, at least none he could see, for why she would want to go there.

"Nothing there for you. No reason for you there." That firmness and tone of finality was still in his voice, and he was frowning deeply, still scowling at her. He crossed his arms across his chest. "Gwen stay away. I visit you. You not visit me." He nodded slightly as if agreeing with himself. Though there might actually be times where he was away for a week, it all just depended. He certainly couldn't go near her during a full moon, that would end very badly.

Gwen just couldn't understand. "Red, what's so dangerous about your home? Why wouldn't I be safe there?" He reminded her of the gruff man who had dragged her out of the alleyway, only a bit more then an hour ago. Frightening, a bit, and intimidating.

"I already consider you a friend... So what's so wrong about one friend visiting another? It's just a house! The only reason I can think of for it to be dangerous is the people who live in it, and I don't want to think that." Shaking her head about it all, Gwen headed outside and slammed the door behind her. She jumped onto her bike, and aimed it for the road she knew led right to the castle.

The vampire did nothing. The sound of bells retreated down the hallway and Nate held back the slight sting of disappointment. But it was not all bad. He had left in such a rush, jingled away without bothering to snap a retort. He had hit a nerve. He liked that. His smile became toothy, splitting into a grin.

Then he turned his head, bloodshot eyes landing on Katerina and looking her over. His eyes traveled all over her, taking in everything the could before he returned it to her face, staring her in the eye for a long few moments. He grinned at her, chuckling slightly under his breath.

Then his body jerked, a cough escaping him in a sick and wet spasm of muscle and bone. He doubled over, breath heaving as spittle dislodged and splattered to the ground. The flies that had buzzed about him and danced on his skin flew and scattered, thinning out as they flew off to places unknown. The laughing thing in him grew quiet.

He continued like that, coughing and hacking for nearly a minute before it stopped, leaving him a heaving and gasping mess doubled over in the hallway. The flies were gone, leaving the only noise his desperate breathing.

And the ringing in his ears. God his head was pounding.

Red blinked, dumbfounded for a moment. Gwen had been saying things and before he could respond, she was gone. No doubt heading towards the castle, it was his fault, he had been stupid and careless. Red was out the door and chasing after her, he couldn't out speed a vampire, but a human on a bike shouldn't be too much of a problem. She did have a few seconds head start, but that should be fine. Mostly Red followed her scent, never mind the fact that he could see her just ahead of him. It was like a hunt, a wild gleam entered Red's eyes as he sped up, licking his lips. It was probably a very good thing he had just eaten, or could've gotten to caught up in the hunt.

A few more strides and she would be in pouncing distance, Red wanted to shift, but he couldn't. Not here where people might see it, and he wasn't going to eat Gwen. She was his friend. With a soft growl of warning, Red pounced. His arms wrapping around Gwen and carrying her off the bike and to the side of the road. When they landed from the tumble, Red was on his back, holding Gwen against his chest, as if to protect her from any fall damage. "Stupid girl." He growled, half frustrated and half exhilarated from the chase. Her bike fell over not far from them.

She was sure she would make it. Red was seconds behind her, and she wasn't exactly going on slow on that apple red bike. Only moments after the thought, Gwen felt something slam into her. The beginnings of her scream were cut off when she hit the ground, along with whatever had ripped her from her bike.

When they came to a stop, the young woman lifted her head to stare at Red. He'd broken her fall ... And he'd been the one to make it happen too. "I wouldn't have run off if you'd given me a straight answer." She made no move to get away from her friend. She saw no point.

Usagi sighed, this was indeed a bit of trouble. He noted the conflict within the hall. A male seemed to have ticked off the one named Bell. Both of the women within the room were within a mood as well. No one seemed to get along around here at the moment. That would make things a bit trickier indeed. The female other than the vampire woman took off after him. He glanced at Rose then sighed, "perhaps it is best to avoid further confrentation? I will speak with him.." He stepped away, following the odd band out into the hall. It was only moments later that Bell was taking off. He followed the other, not needing to see him to follow the whispers of the shadows. Out into the night, before a tree. His anger was apparent, as was the damage he was doing to the tree.

He stayed back for a moment, letting him get a few lasts hits in to try and slay his anger. He then stepped forward, placing a hand on the trunk. "Beating yourself up over words is not going to help.." he said, taking the chance the other's agression might turn on him. "They do not understand you....they see the bad...rumors and myths. It is not fair to judge an entire race on the choices of a few" though that could have gone to the view on humans as well. He inclined his head, "I am sorry for bothering you..." Part of him had merely followed to see if the other was alright. He knew how it felt in a way to seemingly have so many people gang up on you, to have someone you trusted make a choice behind your back. At the same time, he could understand desiring to want to see the good in people, to want to hope that not everyone was evil.

He gently ran his fingers over the wounds now left within the trunk of the tree. "Confusion and emotions....they can drive even the strongest crazy" he spoke, "it can be hard to decipher through them, and to get past what is in your heart." He knew the other preffered to be alone at this point. He would not force him to stay in company of another. He needed to cool down, Usagi had gotten what he came down for, the other was more or less physically alright...it was more mental and emotional. He passed him, turning to go back inside. He was giving the man space, leaving him be and not pushing. Sometimes it was all you could do for someone, let them come to you when they desired to. If not, he would respect the other's choice.

Isabella Bellamy

Despite the appearance of Isabella Bellamy, she is a French fairy in the supernatural world. She has blonde hair that stops at her back and cobalt grey eyes. Her skin tone is slightly ivory, but with a kiss of tan. Her stature is 5'3 and her weight of 120 pounds. On her back there is one wing and a half due to her transgression in her kingdom, which is why she decided to come Castel Nosferatu. In her possession, she acquired a bag filled with dust and a sword, which are both strapped to her belt on her pants. She also sustains the fragrance of vanilla with her, since all fairies of her kind smells this way.

Abilities

1. Become invisible
2. Teleportation
3. Superhuman
4. Can manipulate reality

Weaknesses

1. Cream makes her drunk
2. If someone spills sugar and salt in her presence she must stop and count every single grain of it

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A heavy sigh liberated from the blonde as she trudged through the mud to find Castel Nosferatu. The reason why she was searching for the place is because of the rumors. Isabella heard that the village was a place for fairy tale creatures to live, which was ideal to her because of the matter of being exiled from her own home.

"Grand, just grand," she murmured to herself.

She continued to trudge on until a castle came into her view. A mixture of anxiety relief spread on her face. Her legs continued to go on but slowly began to give out due to her long journey. A frown began to creep on her face as she felt her legs beginning to give out.

"Almost there..." she said in a struggled manner.

As she begins to reach the door to the castle with stretched arms, her legs wobbled and she fell forward in front of the door. Her wings slowly stirred as she mumbles,

"Fairy down..."

That poor tree, it was probably a good thing it was so thick and large, or else it might have tumbled over by now. There was bits of flesh and blood where Bell had been hitting it, his hands were bloody and the skin was torn from his knuckles. A couple of the bones might've even been broken or at least chipped but the vampire didn't care. His hands would heal rather quickly. He was pulling those hands back to hit the tree again, when Usagi stepped in the way and touched the trunk. Bell's fists dropped and his shoulder's slumped.

He was quiet, just letting Usagi say what he would. Bell listened, and when Usagi moved to pass him, the vampire reached out, intending to grab the man and stop him. Bell stopped in mid motion. His hands were bloody, it probably wasn't the best of ideas to grab this well dressed man and get that gunk all over his clothes. The vampire frowned and shrugged. "Didn't you know, vampires don't have hearts." It was almost as if he were making fun of himself. "I really don't like humans. I hated humans even before I was a vampire. Vampires are scary, sure, but humans are the real monsters."

Bell was leaning against the tree, his arms crossed across his chest. Frown on his lips. "Humans are horrible, but apparently so are us vampires. How could Rose betray me like that? Siding with a human, letting a human stay here? This is our place, the humans are lucky we let them live in the village." Bell was pouting, he seemed a little drained now, not so much angry, though it probably wouldn't take much for that anger to come back full force.


Red growled at Gwen's retort, it was a sound that was entirely animalistic and not human at all. "Stupid girl. I gave answers." The vargulf wasn't entirely sure what to do with himself. He sighed, and sat up, his arms still around Gwen, so that she was sitting in his lap. "Castle is..is..private property. Go jail if trespassing there. Jail scary place. Lock Gwen up in cage with bad people." Red paused, scowling a bit, as if trying to find the right words. "Castle is dangerous. Being there make Gwen go jail." Red stared at her, intently. "Understood?" Maybe he could play it off as that, but the vargulf wasn't so certain.

He paused, as the other began to speak to him. He looked back at him, giving a light smile. "Everyone has a heart...even if you have shut youself off from it and do not listen to it anymore..." his smile faded a bit at the next comment. Monsters, once more they were on that subject. "Both sides have their good and their bad, not all humans are the same, and not all vampires are the same" he moved to the other, taking his hands to examine the damage he had done to himself. "What you are does not define who you are" he said, continuing, "It is your life, no one elses. If you decide to be a monster then it is up to you. If you decide to be something more, then even though your road may not be easy, it is your choice."

He chuckled, realizing he probably sounded like a fortune cookie. He knew vampires were tough and quick healers, the damage would not last long upon the other's hands. "She should have taken into consideration your feelings and desires...you two seem to have an odd balance about you.." he turned his eyes up to the sky, "she does seem to mean no harm though. A place to live in peace...it is what you both seem to want, though who is allowed in such a place is what divides you. Plenty of places have fallen due to being divided.." He turned his eyes back on Bell, "talk to her, without the anger, just the two of you...if this place of yours is going to succeed, the two of you need to be on the same page and united." He smiled, "you both are passionate and smart...use that to your advantange and work together instead of opposing eachother. If you succeed....not even the humans would be able to stand in your way."

He once more made his way to the door, before pausing for a moment again. He seemed to desire to say something else, but stopped himself. He stepped inside, standing alone within the hall. He sighed slightly, moving along it. "Fool" he said, speaking to himself, "you are going to upset people with you already." He chuckled a bit, a bit of a small smile. He shook his head, but he had meant most of what he had said. This place did have so much potential, it would depend on its' leaders however. The two of them being divided would only end in disaster, however there were plenty of ways they could fix that. He was curious of what in the end they would choose.

Gwen made a small sound when Red started shifting around without letting her go. It was kind of comfortable, but definitely surprising, to find herself on his lap. It made it easier to not only hear his inhuman growl, but feel it rumbling against her. He definitely wasn't normal. She didn't even want to think how he might not be normal. He was her friend, and to start thinking of the things Red could be hiding brought up thoughts of the disappearances in the village.

"If it was that simple, you would have told me right from the start. Instead you just told me to stay away without giving me any kind of reason, except how dangerous going to the castle would be." Gwen scowled right back at him, and would have crossed her arms if she'd been able to. "And stop calling me stupid. I'm not stupid, and I don't like being told I am." She was stubborn though.

Isabella just laid quietly in front of the door with her face down. Her strength faded and for proof, her wings no longer stirred. As she laid there, Isabella heard noises, which consisted of humans or non humans communicating and maybe some occasional bells ringing.

"I must be out of it," she thought.

Isabella sighs as she knows that sooner or later someone may come in or out of the castle's door and she must move or risk being hit. A moan of aggravation escaped from the blonde fairy's lips as she mentally and physically prepares herself to flip over.

"Un, deux, trois, one, two, three.."

The blonde pushes herself up in a push up position then in a crouched position. Slowly, she rises up in a standing position due to her legs still aching from the walking. She took a small turn so she could face the door. A look of exhaustion crossed her face as she stares at the door. Her medium fists were about to knock on the door until a wave of hesitation hit her.

"What if no one answers," she thought "should I try anyway?"

Isabella shrugs her shoulder and knocks anyway. It was worth a shot, right?

Bell was frowning deeply, the things Usagi said made sense, but that didn't mean Bell wanted to listen to them. As far as the vampire was concerned Rose was in the wrong. This was a place for non-humans, situated in the perfect spot, a town that was too stupid to realize what was right in front of them. A constant food source. It was perfect. Letting humans in was going to ruin things, and Bell wouldn't have been surprised at all if the human did decide to murder them in their sleep. There was no way he could sleep under the same roof as a human, there was no trust there for that human at all.

He was quiet though, a contemplative quiet, but he had looked away when Usagi inspected his hands. Knowing how stupid it had been to hurt himself like that, but it had felt so good. Now it was just stinging and annoying, just like that bell sound when he moved. "I'll..think about it." He spoke those words once Usagi had moved away and paused at the door. Had the man wanted to say something else or had he just been waiting for Bell's response? The vampire wasn't sure, though it didn't matter probably, Bell would just stand here for a while. Still as a statue, that constant ringing, he was in no mood for it right now.


Red frowned, shaking his head a bit. It would be easy to play this part off, because what he was going to say was rather truthful. "No no no no." He shook that head again, frown on his lips and a slight look of embarrassment coming to his face. "Is hard...Is hard talking." He bit his bottom lip, looking away from her, as if his embarrassment at such an admission made it hard to face her. "Telling things not simple." He let his arms drop from around her, so she could get up if she wanted. "Gwen not stupid." His tone when he spoke those words were apologetic and he glanced at her, almost shyly when he said it.

Usagi took this time to take a look around. He found a simple room that would be suited enough for his needs out of the way, one he did not think they would mind if he used. He then went for a walk around the castle. Taking in the design, and the layout. It was beautiful indeed. For him, it gave a sense of both victorian and a time when knights might have been around. He chuckled lightly, it had been awhile since he had been in such a place. He slid his fingertips gently along the bannister of a staircase, glancing up the steps.

He wondered where they led, but decided prying would not be a good thing to do at the moment. Especially if he were to be caught by one of his vulnerable hosts. How pathetic the two of them were.....so easily riled up by a simple human girl. They were opening themself up to failure....to ruin. It was an ammusing thought indeed, it would not take much to push them over the edge. Usagi froze, standing in the middle of the hallway. No....that....that hadn't been his thoughts, or what he had meant to think. A hand went to his head, he did not think they werre pathetic, or wish them harm at all.

Then...where had those thoughts come from? A light laugh echoed in his head, and Usagi glanced down at his shadow to see that big white smile and eyes looking back up at him. He sighed slightly, "hush you....I am not losing control...I will never allow that to happen." He turned, proceeding on. He could not deny that there was a darkness within him, one that worried him at times. As much as he was in harmony with and alright with his powers and darkness, a part of him still felt unnerved by it. If he did not fully accept himself and it, he was unsure if he would be so sound and in control forever.

Vepar

Age: Unknown. She looks as though she's merely eight years of age, but looks can be deceiving.

Vepar is a demon of old -- old enough to have risen through the ranks of the underbelly to command a legion of hellswords all her own. She answers to only one master, Lucifer, who she loves more than anything she has ever known in her entire life. Her talents lie with water and wind, particularly the sea, and has a healing habit as well. Though, what wound she can heal she can also make fester with maggots and worms until whoever is afflicted dies from the infection. Her typical form is that of a vicious mermaid, but she is in her current shape due to certain circumstances involving an incompetent mortal who botched an attempt to summon her. However, as Vepar is allowed to roam freely in the human world because of it, she doesn't mind as much -- and the human, well. Let's just say she had eaten well that night.

The downside of the summoning gone wrong is that she can't return to her true form, or back to hell -- and her powers had been dampened. Not enough that she wasn't definitely a menace, but enough that she noticed. And that bothered her.

So, stuck on the mortal side of earth, Vepar has decided she'll have fun while she's human-side. Though her brand of fun tends to vary depending on her mood.

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Lying on her back in whorls of soft green grass and covered by the shade of the trees, Vepar lay on her back in an inelegant sprawl, limbs splayed out as if she were a puppet whose strings had been unceremoniously cut and the doll itself left to gravity's devices. Her jean shorts tugged uncomfortably at her legs while her loose fitted black tank top had ridden up slightly up her pale belly and, where she to muster up the effort to care about how she must look, the demon would have pulled it back down to at least maintain the illusion of propriety. As it was, she was alone by herself in the woods, staring up at the sky with a blank expression.

To put it lightly, Vepar was bored. Almost utterly. She had already stirred up a small wind to annoy the disgustingly adorable group of rabbits that had the nerve to wander up to her and twitch their noses. There were no other animals around her, and she wasn't in the mood to find a pool of water in which to drown her sorrows. By which she meant the systematic murder of every insect that had dared to set one of their six legs upon her body.

The animals in the human realm had absolutely no concept of hierarchy or respect, something that the hellhounds back in her home had understood completely and utterly. It was, quite frankly, annoying. And insulting. But she had scared away the animals in the vicinity -- it seemed they learned that she was not one to be trifled with quickly, and she took pleasure in the fact that all it took as a little wind to terrify the wildlife.

However, she was still bored. And she, with an intense passion, hated being bored. Or at the very least, bored without a single source of stimulation.

She had come to this town because she had heard from various sources that the area had an unusually diverse assortment of creatures living in one area -- those who lived in the grey area between the realms, who were not human nor angel nor demon. Her curiosity had definitely been piqued, and yet when she arrived all she had seen was human after human after human. Nothing out of the ordinary, not a single hint of the peculiarities.

Though there was one place she had yet to investigate. The castle. If they weren't there she would have to resign herself to disappointment, and if she had to do that -- well, her contacts would be receiving a particularly violent visit from her when she returned to them. They would have, however, brought it down upon themselves. If they lied to someone of her caliber, regardless of her current form, a simple decapitation wouldn't be enough of a punishment to forgive the crime committed.

Vepar let the breeze curl around her thin shoulders, cradling them with a fleeting caress that licked at her skin like an obedient dog. A brief yet uncommonly strong burst of wind then proceeded to lift the demon to her feet, gently setting her to her feet before flowing past, a river returning to its natural current. She resisted the urge to stretch her back, thought this lasted for a mere moment before her spine was creaking and popping as she arched it forwards.

The castle wasn't difficult to locate, particularly when she was floating over the small village, passing over plain houses and repetitive streets. She wondered, vaguely, what the humans were thinking when they first moved into this town, what had charmed them into living in such a dull place permanently. From what she had seen where wasn't much to do around the area except to, well, exist. Positively downright boring.

The castle sped into view quickly, though that was to be expected -- it wasn't particularly hard to find, and as such it was easy to plot a course in a singular direction. To her delight she found the grounds were not, in fact, deserted as she had once suspected. There seemed to be someone at the front door, knocking, waiting for a response. Vepar frowned, wondering if there was anyone home to answer the knock.

When she got a little close, though, she noticed that it wasn't a human as she originally thought. No, in fact, it seemed as if this one had delicate-looking wings sprouting from its back, drooping with what seemed to be apparent tiredness. A fairy, if her information was correct. Though what it was doing out of its homeland was a question that must have an interesting answer, especially since it looked like part of their wing was missing.

She had the wind begin to lower her towards the castle, though it wasn't the ground she was aiming for. All it took was a little bit of handling and maneuvering and Vepar soon had her feet delicately placed on the shoulders of what could now be definitively described as a female fairy. She made sure that the wind kept most of her weight off of the sprite which would allow her to prepare for any attacks such a creature would perform.

"Why, hello there, pretty little fly."