The Vampire and the Religious School (Notte + RV)

[Russian Vodka]

The sun didn't shine that day. Luckily some might say because it was usually pretty heated. But for Vladimir Nintjonov it was heaven. Whenever it was clouded, he could leave and go outside, breathe in the fresh air. But he had to be careful. The sun had been close to taking him by suprise more than once already. Despite being in the car, he was wearing a thin jacket on top of his rather tight, deep blue shirt, his jeans slightly faded and ripped by his ancles as they were a few inches too long and got caught in his shoes. Today was not much different for him, in the past month he had been to several Boarding Schools, none who would have him because they hadn't thought he would fit in. The man sitting next to him gave him a quick gaze before Vladimir spoke in a hushed tone. "You do not need to look at me like I am dirt, Dmitri." He spoke in calm english, despite his Romanian accent shining through as he raised a hand to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

He had piercing green eyes, already showing that he knew more than his age showed. His skin was almost deadly pale, like he had been kept in his room for years with no sun around. But it was his family's secret. As the car pulled up in front of the school, he watched as the man next to him got out, his Guardian. He growled for himself at the thought as he got out of the car too. One hand moving to fiddle with the wooden cross hanging around his neck, wondering why such a thing could restrain his physical and psychic powers so massively when it would take only a little amount of force to break. But he had promised his Mother. As the Head Master of the school approached him, he offered a friendly smile, running one hand through his jet black hair. It was cut to a length of four inches, nothing more. And he would have it cut whenever he felt it was too long.

He knew Dmitri would talk with the Head Master about him, leaving him alone in the Entrance Hall of the school, the gaze of a few students already hitting him as he smirked for himself. He moved to one of the far walls from the windows, leaning up against it, his every move seeming so elegant. It had been a custom for him to move like that already as he decided to give himself the time to just observe in quiet peace, until Dmitri would return with an answer if the school would want him.

 

[Notte]

Lidia Von Cross got out of the car and leaned down to whisper something to her driver that had him blushing. She readjusted the heavy length of deep auburn hair that hung down to past her waist, pushing it back out of her deep emerald eyes. As she leaned down her ample breasts were pushed up tight and straining against her white shirt, giving him an excellent view of her cleavage and the rosary that hung down between them. A black chained waist clincher accenting her hour glass frame of her curves. Her plaid skirt rode up, almost showing and just enough to tease the imagination of what was hidden. The tops of her white thigh highs revealed little bows. Five inch spiked black heels completing the look.

Turning around, she walked past the Headmaster and the unknown man, purring a "good morning" to them both, causing a deep blush to sweep across the Headmasters face as he quickly took in her outfit. Winking at him, she kept on walking, greeting all of those who passed her. Laughing at the reactions she received.

Spotting the potentially new student, a wicked smile caressed her lips as she looked him over in detail. She raised her voice, "Headmaster, I will be more than happy to look after our new student." As she spoke, she turned around and looked at the Headmaster, quirking her eyebrow as if he daring him to deny her statement of acceptance. Without a response, she turned back at headed over to Vladimir, stopping right before him. "Welcome to Our Lady of Grace, I'm Lidia Von Cross." Her voice poured out like honey, delectably rich and sweet all at the same time.

 

[Russian Vodka]

Vladimir kept watching, just observing as he didn't seem too bothered. But he instantly noticed the change in athmosphere as the girl walked inside, her uniform sitting in a rather revealing way as he felt a curve on the right side of his mouth. He couldn't help but smile, knowing the uniform was almost against regulations. Dmitri even seemed to have quite a deep flush as he looked past her, giving her the first thought like she didn't exist until he acknowledged her with a nod. He didn't allow his eyes to travel but he moved one hand up, pushing the glasses back in position as he waited calmly for Dmitri to finished talking.

When the older man joined him, he still hadn't seemed to talk to Lidia, in fact, he was somewhat ignoring her as he strode past towards his Guardian. They spoke in huffed Romanian, their lips moving quickly before Vladimir nodded. Dmitri patted him on the back quickly before he left to get the bags, Vladimir returning to Lidia with a smirk on his face. "Thank you for the welcome, Miss Von Cross." He said politely before his eyes seemed to deepen behind the glasses. "I am Vladimir Nintjonov." He told her, offering his hand for a shake after removing his dark brown gloves. His skin seemed so pale, so fragile, yet every move so elegant.

His mind was cleared for this first encounter, she was a challenging one to his own morals. But he would let her keep up her play if that was what she wished. He had no interest in changing anything on a stranger girl. But he was still curious as to why she had taken a like in him already. If only the damned cross wasn't around his neck. He couldn't sense her feelings with it on and it bothered him greatly despite his face remaining like marble, pale white and without much of an expression.

 

[Notte]

Her lips curled at the challenge he presented, there had been no one new for ages and everyone else had become to bore her. They bowed down to easily whether it be because of her family name, wealth, prestige, or persuasive powers she had over them. This school was full of two types of people, those who respected her through fear or respected her period. She tilted her head to the side to try and listen in on the conversation, but they were out of range.

"Vlad", she rolled the first part of his name across her tongue like it were a fine wine. Her eyes darkened as she looked at the wooden cross at his neck and she reached out to touch it, "it is painful to be restrained isn't it?" The clear crystal beads on her rosary darkened to a deep red color as she touched it and an electric shock went through her from the cross on the rosary even though she made no outward sign of pain. "There are ways around it, you know."

With one last look at him, she removed her hand from his cross and her fingertips brushed against his chest as she pulled away and turned. She could feel the eyes of the people watching their exchange and pursed her lips in annoyance while she walked away from him towards the sanctuary of the Church built within the school. She knew he had some type of power, but unsure of what that power was due to her own unique gifts being dampened and restrained by her limiter. Only a bit more and the seal would be broken. Her lips curled up like a while satisfied cat, she knew just the person to use to do it, and he would never even knew what was coming.

 

[Russian Vodka]

Noticing the change of her lips, Vladimir felt his own defences rise. He leaned a bit backwards, knowing it would pose him off as a relaxed individual while he observed her. But what struck him the most was when he touched the cross around his neck, the pressure of he fingers against the wood for a moment as he breathed steadily. How would she know who he was? He had no clue about it as he watched her, noticing the change in color of her rosary bads. His mother had failed in persuading him into getting something nicer than the cross, because he felt it was simple enough.

Though as she pulled back, her words echoed through his head. Ways around the power lock of the cross? If he had been able to, he would have blushed by now, her fingers having run against his chest before she turned around. He knew there were too many people in the entrance hall. Everyone would know if they felt the eyes of everyone in the room staring at them like here. But as she moved away, he stood. He didn't need to move just yet as he observed how she walked through the school. It was obvious to the onlookers that something had happened between them already.

It wasn't exactly a connection, more along the lines of a resemblance. Vladimir shock the thought out of his head as he begun walking after her. He was starting to get curious about her, despite knowing that curiousity would maybe lead him to ruin. He just had to know what she meant about his cross and how she knew that he wasn't one of them. But he kept his distance for now, putting up the act of trying to find his way to the dormitories with the map he had taken before following her. He knew he wouldn't need it, but it provided the perfect cover for fitting in. At least a short while longer.

 

[Notte]

Lidia pushed past the doors and entered into the sanctity of the church, she let out a grunt of pain as she received another shock, this one more powerful. As she walked towards the front of the church, her hands drifted over each of the empty pews, until she stood directly in front of the large cross. Clutching her fists as if it pain her, she kneeled down and bowed her head. A prayer whispered past her lips and one by one the red started to fade from her rosary with each prayer that passed.

When she was finished, she stood up and walked until she could touch the cross, caressing the sides of it lovingly. "I'm going to defile them all in your name, Lord." She purred as she rubbed her body against the length of it. "You are going to keep me bound, I will show you true bondage. Tell me, Lord, how long until you release me?" As she spoke, her eyes deepened and a silver light flickered in the depths.

The side door to the church opened and one of the school nuns stepped out, looking up she saw Lidia and slightly frowned. "Mistress Von Cross, how may I help you today?"

Lidia pushed away from the cross and walked towards the nun, "there is nothing at the moment, Sister Catherine, just having a conversation with God."

Sister Catherine started to drone on and on about God and Lidia started to tune her out. Her eyes remained reverted on the Cross.

 

[Russian Vodka]

Following her into the church, Vladimir stayed by the door. His feet felt like they were rock solid. The holy power in the room being too heavy for him as he couldn't use his powers fully. She he decided to seem relaxed, leaning in against the doorway as he watched her. His eyes moving over her body. He couldn't hear her words or read her lips, but he could see how she moved in against the cross as he stayed silent, his breathing barely hearable.

What happened with her against the cross, he couldn't make out. But he could make out that something seemed very off about this girl. She didn't seem human and it made him a bit worried. He had been told there wouldn't be other vampires at the schools, Dmitri had checked it for him after all. But this made him feel strange. The way she seemed to be in connection with the Cross in the room. He growled in his throat, as he watched her.

His thoughts were resolving around leaving, the force of the place affecting his train of thought. But he couldn't get himself to leave, his curiousity had gotten the better of him as he felt his eyes glued to the strange girl. He wanted to find out more about her, her ancestors, her family, her secret.