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Angelic and Vampiric (angelicxdream and I )

Claire almost screamed when she woke up. What the hell? She pulled the blanket up against her figure, slowly running her fingers through his hair. "Darling? Darling, it's me." She whispered into his ear, she had no idea what was going on. What had been going on. As soon as he was conscious, she planned on asking twenty questions. There was a mirror speaking to him with a woman inside. She had never seen one before, so it was quite unusual. Getting up, and covering her body with clothes, a robe, so that the woman in the mirror could see her properly, she shifted his body to lay on the bed vertically. She was so confused. Was he hurt? She didn't even know. Did vampires have pulses?
 
The maid known as "Eve." Sighed with relief, of halting her master from doing any other damage. She smiled up at him, and bowed gently.
" I am Eve, servant t the house of Eisner, and your lovers current attendant." She curtsied as well, and looked around the room. "I'll have send some people over to attend to your husband. He hasn't Drank any of the sacred blood this year, as you can see there were repercussions.." she said the last words with a look of annoyance to her master lover, as if this was his fault for not drinking it. "I will be over shortly." She bowed once again.

An hour later, the maid, as well as 4 people with suits appeared, out of one of the paintings, with a stretcher, and a rather indifferent attitude for the whole situation. Eve looked checking her master vitals for any other irregularities.
"We'll have to keep him over night at a Healers temple, He has to drink the sacred blood else he might really feed on you again...." Eve said. The men placed him on the stretcher., and eve walked out of the door. Before she left though
"If you want to check up on him, there's a portrait with a stone temple on it in the study room , when your ready just tap the portrait, and you'll transported there." Eve sighed once again. This certainly was a lot of trouble.

The group left, and went into the portrait to the "Healers Temple" . It was a large building with, several men and women dressed into brown hoods and jackets, Eve Sighed, and directed the men to the main hall, to find out what room to put him at.
 
Claire was having a panic attack. A strange woman, into her bedroom, who claimed she was his maid. She had heard of maid and Master relationships, and she was afraid to ask. She didn't really trust that maid, so when she turned to look at the painting, she was surprised to see that his maid was telling the truth. She watched through the painting, still freaking out. She watched the maid on the protrait, trying to find her husband a room, and watched. Wait. He had tried to drink her blood? A shiver ran down her body, her panic attack only increasing. She clutched her head, now she was freaking out even more. Okay. So, he didn't. Because she had stopped him. But if she didn't, then.. she would be dead by now. Shivering, she stared out the window, wondering what she should do. She didn't even want to be around him right now. She was too scared. Scared of him. Something she hadn't felt lately. That was scaring her.
 
(Sorry for not being able to respond or get online, as often, I've been out of town for a bit)

Eve appeared in front of the portrait of the healers hospital and pulled Claire from her side of the portrait. She smiled at her gently , after pulling Claire to the Healers Hospital. Eve, though human looking had no clue what so ever on how to deal with normal people, and thus was unaware of the shock Claire may be receiving for being pulled into a strange world, not her own. Impatiently, the beautiful familiar of Master Richter, began to pull Claire to her master's room
"Master Richter keeps moaning your name out loud, I'd like to take you to see him, He's been very sick. The sacred blood we gave him will prevent him from feeding on you so worry not..."
 
Claire protested, trying to shake off Eve's hand, swatting it away but to no avail. "Why is he sick if he's been drinking the blood?" She sat beside his bed, he was laying on what looked like a hospital bed, and sat in the chair beside him, watching him sleep. She saw Eve leave them, and kissed his forehead, taking this opportunity to look around the hospital room, pausing to touch the portraits, careful not to touch the picture inside, just the frame as she didn't want to be sucked into another world. She didn't know how to get out of this one! She assumed that there had to be a portrait to take her home.
 
"Because, he didn't drink it in time for it to halt his blood lust." Eve responded impatiently. When Claire left and went to look to look for a way out Eve took care of the the final medication for the Vampire Master. She left without another word to her master.
Moments later, Richter woke up again, his eyes filled with wonder on his recovered form. He noticed the scent of a certain favorite angel of his leading outside of his ward. The obvious thing he did was tracking the scent to where Claire was and finding her in the Hospital . The moment he saw her he went red with embarssement over his actions earlier. He sighed deeply. Alright, you can do this. He walked over to claire, and tapped her on her shoulder..
"Darling ummm I have to say something to you..." He began apologizing continuously for what had transpired earlier that day.
 
Claire was sitting in a chair, her body trembling and shaking. Every minute that passed, she looked at the clock, wondering if she should just go jump back through the portrait. She kept looking down, between her legs, her head in her hands, breathing heavily. She didn't know he had come out, she hadn't even heard him. But, she supposed that's apart of being a vampire. After all, how were you supposed to catch your prey if you were loud? She almost screamed when he touched her shoulder, and sighed. It was just him. Without the scary, red, glowing eyes. She said, "I don't want to hear it. You can just tell your slutty secretary over there whatever you want to tell me." She hmpfed, crossing her legs, and turning around. She should be angrier. She was giving him the easy way out. "Actually", She started to rant, and said, "She told me that you tried to kill me. Kill me. I can't believe you. Is this how you treat your.." She couldn't even say soul mate. She grabbed her purse, and flew away. This way she ended up going through the portrait back into his house. And, began to pack. She was so angry that tears started to spill out over her cheeks.
 
"I'm sorry it was just an unfortuante accident..." He said flying through the portrait through the bed room of his house, he watched her pack, he wanted to say sory for all the things that happened. Wanted to apologize for even letting part of his nature come out in the open. It was something that she knew she had to accept. he dare not hold her for he was afraid of her innate fear and wrath. Were all Angel's of her kind like this? he wondered.

After watching her pack more of her things, he couldn't stand seeing her go. He grapsed her from behind and hugged her gently.
"Please don't go! I've been alone for far to long!" He said, feeling himself on the verge of breaking down. It had been many moons since he had a mate to call his own an this was happening all of the sudden. "And eve, she is a familiar I created to help me with my business...."
 
Claire ignored his apology, beginning to continue to pack. It was all a blur, the tears that were staining her cheeks were making visibility unclear, and she didn't know what she was packing. A dress? Pants? Shoes? She didn't even speak to him, figuring that was better than slapping him. He could probably grab her wrist if it became painful. And she doubted she had the strength to make it painful. She'd just end up bruising herself. She zipped up her bag, trying not think about his presence that was behind her. He made her so angry, so frustrated. She didn't want to be around her. He scared her. She didn't want him to touch her. She didn't want to think about him. She slung it over her shoulder, and crossed her arms over her chest. She refused to even look at him. He didn't deserve that. He didn't deserve anything. Not her sympathy, not her understanding. She had never said anything remotely insulting to him.

"Please don't go! I've been alone for far to long!"

She didn't want to hear his pleas. She'd rather be lonely for a millenium and have him burn in pain than to stay here. Why should she have to pay? Reluctantly, she said, "Fine. I will stay in this room. Alone. Without you." She pointed to the room all the way down the hall even though that meant he could fly down. She wasn't willing to say anything more. She grabbed her bag, and placed it in her new room. It was smaller, and the door locked. Although that wouldn't help her getting killed. And, it would be the same. He would be lonely. She wouldn't speak to him. Not now.

"And eve, she is a familiar I created to help me with my business...."

"I don't want to hear about that slut, that you slept with." She returned to her room, and locked the door. She laid on the bed, and curled up with the pillow, not even wanting to lay down here, in his house. She wanted to go far away. So far he wouldn't be able to track her, to find her. She wanted to cause him so much pain. She was willing to be hurt if it meant that she could break him piece by piece.
 
"Master..."
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU WANT!?!?
"We have situation..." Eve appeared at his side, when he found himself shoved out and locked out of Claire's door and possibly her heart. He turned to Eve carefully wondering what in the world would've implored her to come
" The council wants a meeting about the recent angel attacks....
"I can't just leave her alone..."
"I'll keep watch of her even after she leaves, I'll make sure she's safe.."
"Wait you know.."
"You created me master there for I know what you want..." She said, she gave a curtsies and though Richter was too broken up about this entire situation, as a leading man in the underworld he had responsibilities that he doubted even the angel would not know. His duty to his fellow beings and to the greater good too precedence over all else.

Eve then was left to talk to Claire behind the locked door. Her backed leaned on it's oak surface and she gave a chuckle and spoke in her soft voice. Evidently it was her that would attempt to be the go between the two figures of day and night.
"Let me tell you a legend about the Vampire warrior of legends passed. M'lady Claire

Of fire an wars, of swords an sorcery.
Among them stood the Vampire Knight
A brave a valorous man
For many generations ago
he was once a mortal.
bound by the laws of earth and sky.
yet one day a curse was wrought upon him
And then in the end, his wife countrymen, and even his own children
Hunted and craved for his death

For he was different and timeless, and they mortal and dying by the day
And so he waged his war for those who hath betrayed him
and he became a lone wanderer of this world.
Building allegiances but never feeling any true bond.


Eve finished off gently. and her eyes glazed over the oak wooden door she continued on. " Master created from the soul of a baby, he accidently killed during his war with the kingdom's of old. He raised me as if I were his child. Please don't think so unkindly of him. His been on this earth far longer then even the council members that govern all that is mystical." Eve walked away silently headed towards the kitchen. " I'll make us some tea, at least have something to calm down before you go..
 
Claire was so angry. What the bitch doing here? She yanked her door open, she had been crying, so tears were dried on her cheeks. She usually wasn't so angry. When she was, anger was just an understatement. Face to face with Eve, she gritted her teeth, "I may have never told you this, so.. I'll pardon you this time. This isn't my house, despite what Master has told you, or anyone else, so I can't kick you out. If it was my house, I'd have your fucking head on a silver platter. If I ever see you again one on one, not with Master, you'll be dead. I'll do it myself." She had so much anger in her body, she didn't care what her intentions were. She hated every piece, every bone that ran through her body.

"I'll make us some tea, at least have something to calm down before you go.."

"I don't need tea. Are you implying that I need to be calmed down? Like some animal? I am fine, slut. The only reason why I'd need tea is to splash it over your fucking face. And tell that to any other female friends Master speaks to. That won't earn him any brownie points. By the way, if you want what's best for him, you will never speak to me again. I know you have this.. thing with Master. Fine, I've acknowledged that. Just know.. the anger just gets worse with every minute you're around him."
 
" I am masters daughter and servant..." The artificial human eve replied, turning towards Claire giving her a most disinterested look. " And from this one's perspective you don't seem to care that Master barely has any family left in this new modern world were even angel's such as yourself are no longer believed in. Master was and is everything to me, and I'm sure he can be everything to you. .." Then eve did what she usually would do but never does to all of Richter maidens. She kneel down gently and looked up at her eyes.
"Because master loves you, I love you. and though master's words take precedence I will never lave his side, just because you feel like asking me to ." Eve lowered her eyes . "For master I will help him give you the world you want, and all the riches and kindness it has to offer."

"So were agreed?"
"Yeah there's a safe house near a Wizard village, that should be suitable for your soulmates particular needs..."
"Thank you...."

As the two girls were talking, Richter soon made his swift return through one of the transportation portraits...
 
Bitch. Claire turned around, and slammed the door on her. She, unfortunately, didn't live here. Fine. She was his daughter. Why did she call him Master all the fucking time? She knew there was a reason she hated kids with every fibre of her being. She was his kid, half from his genes and half from.. his ex-wife's. Strike number two. She mused, opening the window in her room, and began to hang up her clothes in her room, getting unpacked. Yes, she was going to die here. Richter couldn't contain his bloodlust. She should leave. She wanted to leave. Except. Then, she couldn't swear and get angry at that slut. Maybe.. she reached in for her cigarettes. Maybe she could burn her hands off. Pretend to have dropped her cigarette on her skin. Like Richter could get mad at her. And if he kicked her out, great. She had a feeling he wouldn't. She had too much on him, for his plot for trying to kill her earlier. Sighing, well tomorrow, she'd go out alone. She'd grab a newspaper, try to find an apartment.
 
He arrived through the door, and heard one of the loudest silences he heard in a while. The man turned to see Eve kneeling down in front of the door, and sensing tension in the air. She had not cooled down and it was apparent she would anytime soon. Richter knocked gently on the door.
"Claire darling it's me..." He said to her quietly. " I got back from the meeting with the council. The angel hunter that's been sending out hunters all around the world we identified her. She goes by the name Miranda and she was the one that kicked you into exile..." He said to her quietly revealing a revelation that is utterly shocking.
"Your in danger while your hear... so if you could cooperate, just this once with me, I'll leave you alone, I swear. Richter was next to choked up at this point at being ignored by the object of his affection.
"We need you to move to a safe house near a wizarding village, after that you can do what you want. I want you to be safe that is all!"
 
Claire hated this, how she ended up in a puddle of mush when he called her things like darling. She opened the door, and packed a few dresses, pairs of jeans, t-shirts, bras, and underwear. She slide it over her shoulder, and glared at Eve. She walked out, and went downstairs, waiting for them to catch up to her. She followed Richter to whatever village he was taking her. She softened a bit, and shivered. She had forgotten to wear more, she didn't think it was that cold. But, it would be fine. She could put on a sweater when she got to this village that they were talking about. She stayed back, letting him and his slut lead the way. She held the strap of her bag, and followed them quietly. She didn't speak on the whole way there.
 
The neck breaking journey was only a few hours, but at last they arrived at their destination. The house was old and wooden and built on a small hill but in the horizon there was a small village, of magic and wonder, were children were levitating objects warlocks making brews. Richter took a sigh, and He looked over at Eve and Claire, and sighed. The silence was awkward and heated, and he was not glad to be the one breaking it.
"We're here, just unpack in the room above and you'll be set."
"Master is there anything you need me to do?"
"No just set up security measures, and stand guard." Richter sighed again, and checked around the house, ignoring Claire as he did so. A state of depresssion settled in on his mind. Being with her triggered far more lonliness then he ever could realize in the past. With a barely a word of good bye, he let the house with Eve and Claire all alone. There was not much else he could do. The opening happeniess was gone, and this interlude seemed like it was going no where for their relationship.
 
Claire was upset that he had ignored her. If anything, it should be the other way around. She set down her duffle bag, and went upstairs, the wooden stairs creaking with her light steps. She set foot in the bedroom and started to unpack. Halfway done, she yawned. She was tired. They had been walking for so long. She changed into a cotton t-shirt and flannel PJ pants, and crawled into the King sized bed, her hand curled up with the pillow, falling asleep almost instantly. She wondered if Richter abandoned her for good. But, she had to remind herself that he wanted to kill her. Not the other way around, she had good reason to be mad. Yes, it was justified. And, at least Eve went with him. That was almost bearable. She sighed, curling up tightier in the warm bed.
 
Days had passed since he had left. The whole world was in turmoil because of the recent actions taken by the radical faction from heaven. He spend sevearl days hunting down the hunters. He finally had the time to go out and see Claire even after his work. Eve was already there waiting for him at the kitchen in the wood house. All was well at the moment, the tension in the air settling slightly.
"Welcome home my master." Eve bowed, her face expressionless. He could only imagine what the past few days guarding claire. It was a sunny day and even the wizard village was a little more docile then usual. Almost a calm before the storm. He went over to Claire's room and knocked on her door. He called out to her in a tone that treated her as a strange and as a person that she was doing busicness with.
"I'm here to check up on you? is there anything you'd like?"
 
Silence greeted him as he knocked on her door. She laid on her bed, passed out, she hadn't been eating, going outside. She had just been staying in her room. Anger boiled in her blood from being near Eve. Her skin was paler than normal, as a soft breeze brushed along her skin. She had been quite lonely, but still upset by what he had almost done. She had been afraid to go near him, to call him. She laid emotionless on the bed, her fingers curled loosely around the blanket surrounding her. She looked so small compared to the big bed she was resting on. Her hair laid limp surrounding her pale body. She didn't look like she was sleeping, she looked like she was slowly deterioriating.
 
He looked at the crack at the door and looked at her weakened form. His eyes turned to Eve
"She looks weak,,"
"She hasn't been eating and she's still afraid oilf you.."
"Is that so..."
Richter turned away and looked at the kitchen. It was time to make amends. Though he himself was stil in a depressed state of mind. There was no point and in sitting still and waiting a hundred years for her to forgive him. He went to the kitchen and began cooking.

Though Richter was a Vampire, he stilled retained his sense of taste. He was a butler to an ancient magus family for a hundred years, and his skill was sharp and crafty. He decided to cook Italian, with Eve as his assistant. Soon pasta with a white sauce, and bread fresh from the ovens was ready in the blink of an eyes. A warm soup was cooked, and the kitchen and house felt warm, and smelt of fresh food and glowing feelings. He only wished he had tomatoes to complete the meal but alas, the storage roomed contained none.

Soon enough the tray was said, with a red rose from the guarden to accompany the meal. The very presence of fresh food, felt as though the tension had melted away in the blink of the eye. His encounter since they last argued would be different. He felt sure of it in his undead heart. A knock on the door, and gently a fall entrance.

It was night time, and stars and moonlight had illuminated the room. Richter lit a candle either way, and entered, looking at the Angel in all her glory and warmth.
"dinner is ready." He responded. The vampire entered the room, as silent as the shadows stalking the forest, bit as known as a devil would be known, traversing the earth. The rose was an Erie complement for the meal.
 
Claire looked up, her eyes brightened when he had come in and without Eve. Even if she liked Eve, it would be hard to talk to him, her soulmate, with his daughter following his every step. It would be quite amusing if she was there when they fucked. She almost wanted Eve to watch them, to disgust her from ever being near her again. She didn't feel like eating, her stomach had been so used to not eating, that.. looking at the food, it looked gross. So, she said, "You can have it. I'm not very hungry." But, she did take the rose, so a] his feelings wouldn't be hurt and b] she loved flowers. She placed it in the vase and ontop of her bedside table. She patted the seat beside her, moving herself so he had room to sit. She leaned in to kiss his cheek and said, "Thank you." for what he did. She didn't feel like eating but it was sweet of him to cook all of this especially when she hated cooking.

She had managed to get away from Eve and slide down a rope she had found in her room, going out to the market and bought things she wanted to eat. It was all hidden under a loose wooden board. Full of sweets. If she was human, she would be overweight. But, in heaven, all she ate were sweets and occasionally a vegetable she liked. Like corn, it was sweet and savoury. She had bought several boxes of milk and white chocolate, caramel chocolates, toffee, slices of cake, things like that. Something that she would hide from Eve. She wanted Richter to get mad at Eve for not feeding her. But, of course, he wouldn't do such a thing. She was in a better mood, and said, "Before you start to argue with me about my eating habits, I have been eating. Just not in front of Eve." She spat her name out like it was poison, which it was. And, if he lectured her to behave with his daughter, she would just go back to ignoring him. Almost getting eaten by your soulmate vs. not liking his daughter that she was just introduced to. She won by a landslide, and she knew it, he would have nothing over her. She would not feel guilty. But she had been lonely so she brushed her fingers over his cheek.
 
He sighed with relief that she was at least talking to him. That made the effort in the kithen worth it all along. He assumed a seat near her side, and felt the tension relieved somewhat. He warmed a bit more when she kissed his forehead, and he felt that things were going in the right direction for once. Yet at the tone voice when Eve's name was mentioned, the tension in the room increased by a degree. He let out a sigh and a cough. And for a moment he thought of bringing up the subject of Eve, and at least trying to get the two along with each other. Though the moment she felt her hands on his cheek, he knew that he had been lonely for far to long. He clasped her hands, and held them steadily.

" You and I will have to talk later... about certain things... but in the mean time..." He kissed her palms gently, his eyes gazing deeply into Claires. All that mattered at this point was being touched and connected with her. "I've missed you, I've missed you more then you will ever know. and I have to say, as I was looking at the slain exiled angels around the world, I always feared for your life. feared of things that can happen and would happen." His gaze at her was intense now. He didn't want to let her go.
 
"I AM not talking with her." Claire pouted, "Unless to give her terrible news. But, I did miss you, very much." She laid her head on his chest, using it as a pillow, and fell asleep almost instantly. Her body was so tired, and so weak. She was out like a lamp. She cooed gently, knowing that at the end of the day, he wanted her happiness. Could he live without her? Or, could he live without Eve? She knew that it was like a game of tug of war, but.. she was selfish and she wanted him all to herself, she didn't like sharing. The blankets were pulled around her body, and when he kissed her, he could taste chocolate, something that wasn't in the meal but something that she had been eating and not telling Eve.

Her hand was loosely curled around his shoulder, her small body pressed against his larger one, cooing softly in his ear as she fell asleep, snoring gently now that they had made up somewhat. She screamed in the middle of the night, begging him to not hurt her, to not kill her. She still had nighmares about it, she still was scared on some level. And, sometimes, she had pleasant dreams of killing Eve. She liked that part. She doubted Richter would. But, she would make him more happier than Eve could ever. Could Eve give him her body to have, and to seek pleasure with? She didn't think so.
 
Richter himself was dreaming. Of a memory long ago. He dreamed of a dying little girl in a village he had to destroy, because of a magical plague set lose by a dark Magus. She was on brink of death. The village, torched to the ground. All the people were dead saved for one. A certain silver eyed blond girl, who's figure looked incredibly weak. The man who had slaughtered so many took pity upon this little girl. Gently he cradled her in his arms and muttered in incantation.

It was 1920, and in a circular library in the Kovacs Mansion. Head of the Kovac wizard family Lorne Kovacs was reprimanding a certain long serving butler going by the name Richter.
"Your a wonderful apprentice, and at the rate your going you may be able to surpass my elder brother, but for Christ sake, I'm telling you. Eve is a violation of nature itself, and the world, the spirit of the earth, will arrange the threads of fate to have her wiped out..."
"I know what I'm doing.." Richter responded, for twenty five years he had nurtured the artificial being "Eve" not only as his familiar but also his daughter. "And When the time comes, I'll deny what fate has in store for her..."
"I'm just saying... even you cannot deny fate, and I don't want to see your heart broken when she dies....." Lorne said his eyes taking a pitying glance at her servant... "She's a wonderful girl though... who's loyal and obey even if the one she helps hates her..."

Morning rose, present day.
Richter eyes opened at the presence of the sun illuminating the room. He yawned gently, and kissed the forehead of his beloved. He shivered slightly though, and felt something was amiss. A sense of foreboding struck him as quick as lightning. Something didn't feel right. He retained his composure, though. gently kissing the forehead of Claire. Quietly he got up, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, as well as investigate the cold feeling in his chest. Something was going to happen on this day an he didn't like it one bit.
 
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