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The queen didn't expect this prince to choose his very first day for childish adventures of him. To be honest, Eric was getting on her nerves. What was clear was that she was not going to forget it easily.

She could hear the fists colliding with skin well but did not make a move. He had to taste his own foolish mistakes. But she knew the guards had no restraints and they might just end up killing the prisoner. So Dosia decided to interfere and she walked downstairs into the basement where prince Eric was being held.

Through the weak light of the dungeon, she saw the guards taking their time teaching the fallen prince a harsh lesson. When she approached them enough, they realised her presence and stepped aside in respect. The Kindheart Lady stood in front of those bars and stared at the beaten up man. Her face showed no emtion when his eyes opened to see her.

"Leave us alone." She quietly demanded and the guards immediately obeyed, marching off. The cat girl had left long ago. So the two were alone, looking at each other silently.

"You insolent fool." Dosia finally broke the silent with those angry words. The guards had left the door opened for her. She stepped in, moving towards the chained man. Her eyes were reflecting rage and only rage. The queen stood inches away from his bloody face. "We feel even more sorry for the people you ruled...They sure suffered from the ridiculous decisions you made." Dosia rose up her hand but that was not a slap. She just harshly wiped off his blood stained face with her handkerchief.

Dosia wasn't fond of scent of blood.

Let alone a scene of it.

"Did you really think we can't secure our castle? You know some ways of offending other kingdoms." The handkerchief was thrown to his face, Showing how pissed the shapeshifter was.

"Guards." Dosia stepped back, calling out. Her eyes never left Eric's face as she ordered. The guards immediately came back.

"This prisoner should just rot in here forever for the sins he commited. Yet, we know if we leave him be, others might try to end his worthless life for revenge. We understand your anger but if he take any other blows, he will reach an absolute freedom. He doesn't deserve death so we need to keep an eye on him ourselves during the Ball. Since this prisoner insists on coming out, we will allow it and even let him join our Ball. There, everyone will clearly see what's awaiting the wicked. Dress him and take him upstairs to the Ball."

And with that, the queen flashed a sickening smile at the fallen one before heading back upstairs. The guards snickered, praising their Kindheart Lady. It was even better than beating him to death.

A great humiliation...

He was washed carelessly by buckets of water being splashed on him. Hr was unchained from the wall yet his limbs were chained together. He was dressed as the queen had ordered.

But she never mentioned what kind of outfit.

So the guards enjoyed shoving him in clown clothes...

The Ball had started when they took him upstairs to present him to the guests.
  Dosia Hersilia / valkyira / 356d 2h 11m 37s
Out the window and into the open air, with wings beating in his ears and the air whistling around them, Freedom seemed like a sure thing. But then they were falling, and falling, and still falling and the last thing he saw was a white owl swooping towards him before he blacked out. He didn’t remember hitting the ground but he was sure that’s what had happened because his body ached when he awoke to the cat licking his face.

He groaned, his mind still hazy as he came to and there was a distant hiss before the cat scratched him harshly across his face. The sharp pain was what jolted him awake and he immediately tried to move a hand to his face, but he couldn’t. He blinked the blurriness away and fully awoke to find himself chained to the back wall, his ankles cuffed to the floor and his arms stretched up above his head. The cat girl stood near him, her tail twitching with irritation and her arms folded, claws out. The guards were near the shut doorway but they both grinned savagely when they saw that the Prince was up.

Aching, unable to move, and probably in for another beating, the Prince spat down on the floor and glared over towards the guards, silent for a moment. “Well, you worthless, miscreants, Aren’t you going to tell me my sentence?” he asked, sneeringly. Not the best move to make in his situation but he wasn’t about to give the impression that he was finally beat. He could feel the blood trickling down his face from the cat scratching him but that didn’t amount to much when it came to the pain he was going to feel.

Fists were flying and curses spewing from the guards when the Kindheart Lady finally came down to the dungeon to face the fallen Prince. He’d come so close to ruining the Ball with his escape attempt, it wasn’t surprising that she waited and left him strung up to be beaten before she came to see him.

He was breathing hard with blood trickling down his chin, eyes closed and his body ached. He didn’t notice when the Kindheart Lady stop outside of his cell, he only noticed when the guard’s strikes stopped. He waited, and waited, then finally opened his eyes a bit and saw the queen standing there.
  Prince Eric / BBJ / 356d 11h 28m 38s
Dragon stared at him with huge eyes and visible shakes. She had heard of his bloodshed and well, the softie even saw nightmares about him. But he started talking calmly to her and the little one tilted her head, listening silently.

Oh. He needed help. He looked in trouble and her heart ached when she saw people needing help.Yeah, she was trully a hopeless dragon.

Eric made some steps towards her and she immediately retreated, her back feeling the wall. She looked down, taking her time to think about it."Um...Trapped...is not good term but...I've missed flying. So, if...if you need help...Helping is good. The queen shouldn't get angry about it." After convincing herself, Dragon looked up and made a step towards him. "O-okay then." She gasped as the door was opened, revealing the head of guards with his men. The head of guards was a bulky one, with red curly beard and a massive fire sword. A sword which is burning by flames of rage for eternity.

"ARREST THE RAT!" His voice boomed through the room, shaking the lovely dolls on shelves.

"There isn't time!" Dragon cried out in fear and suddenly grabbed Prince Eric, pulling him to a piggyback and wow, she was strong. The little dragon ran towards the window and...

She jumped...

They were falling...

"ONE TWO THREE!!!!" Eric was no more on a well...soft back of a girl but the hard scales of a black and white dragon. It was smaller than the other known dragons but hell who cares since she was fast like a tornado. "HOLD ON TIGHT!" Dragon shouted out and flapped wings, trying to get higher while the wind was blowing against them.

Oh, Freedom.

Well, nope.

"Ah! My wings...aren't ready...haaa...haaa...it's been a long time...haa...haa...No!No!No! ahhhhh!!!!!" And they span and span, falling down.

And the last thing Eric saw was a white owl flying towards him.


"Meow?" A wet thing started waking up our prince. He was taken back to jail, this time fully changed to the wall. His arms and legs extended in a quite not comfortable way. The queen was really angry this time. The cat-Remember?- was standing in front of him,licking his cheek to wake him up. The moment Eric opened his eyes, the Cat hissed and scratched his face.

Sweet revenge.

"Hey, our fu*king kid is back!" and let's not forget the guards. They were there too, with ready fists and savage grins.

Poor Prince Eric.
  Dosia Hersilia / valkyira / 356d 13h 15m 57s
This girl was a Dragon? The last dragon Eric had ever encountered he’d led a legion to go and kill. He’d let his men tear the creature’s wings slash at its limbs so it couldn’t escape and evidently, he stuck a needle-like lance through the creature’s eye and deep into its skull, killing the dragon.

He took a moment, staring at her as she slowly crawled out from under her bed and he turned with a start, hearing and finally seeing the guards running into the hall after him. They slowed, seeing where he was and he wasted no time shutting the door behind him. There weren’t any locks on the inside so he just hoped he could convince this girl to help him before the guards gain enough courage to barge in and catch him.

“Do I really scare you that much?” He asked, turning back towards her and seeing her flinch when he took a step towards her. His annoyance from the last three encounters that he’d had was ebbing away and he was realizing that he wouldn’t be able to just demand that she help him.

She’d said that Dosia would be angry if he killed anyone and noticed that she didn’t call her by the title that all of her other servants and guests called her. He’d already killed one guard that was nameless to him and injured one of the two ancient vampires that resided in the grand library. He glanced towards the large window that showed wide open skies and his one chance for freedom, but listening back and stepping forwards, he could hear the guards on the other side of the door and didn’t know how much time he’d have now.

“I don’t wish to hurt you or upset the Queen.” Now one of those was a complete lie since a part of him trying to escape was just to spite Dosia but he was trying to make some connection so that the Dragon girl would be more willing to help him. “I only wish to Leave this place… And.. I was told you can help me?” This was more of a question and the Prince waited a moment before speaking again.

“You live here,” He said, slowly walking forwards to move away from the door. He’d gestured to the room around them but he was also referring to the castle and how this dragon lived under the Kindheart Lady’s rule. “Trapped, so you should understand why I am this way.” He looked back at her, trying to push down his wild and on edge thoughts, trying to seem calmer and less threatening.

He didn’t know if she’d attack him or not since she didn’t seem to want to have anything to do with the Prince but he wasn’t about to go take his chances with the growing number of guards that he could hear outside of the door.
  Prince Eric / BBJ / 356d 14h 1m 53s
The kid coughed some yet there was no fear in his eyes. It was all like a game for him. He forced his pained face a smile before pointing at a door end of the hallway. "The..*cough* only way...to...get...out...without...being..caught by..Trolls...it's....her...room....*cough* She's locked...up there...*cough* for her sins....Sh-she'll b-be s-scared o-of your...s-smell....s-so....c-convincing her...is s-simple....G-get on her back and fly away from her window...a-after freeing her...Hehe...D-do you know h-how to ride a dragon, Prince?" He grinned, his hand trying to push off his leg since he already told Eric the way to freedom. The shadows were growing restless.

The game was reaching its end.

The door was made from fine wood and had a dragon carving on it. The dragon's eyes started glowing when Eric approached it. It was like the majestic creature was observing him. Strangely enough, the door was not locked. He could already hear heavy breaths. The dragon had registered his presence.

Once the door was opened, he saw a small room with.... 'adorable' collection? Like dolls, wooden figures, puffy dresses...the only intimidating object in there was the painting of a massive, bloodthirsty dragon which stared into the Prisoner's soul.

A whimper came out of the bed.

She was trying to hide under it.

"P-prince E-eric?" she was the only one in this castle who called him respectfully. A timid, shaky voice she had.

"...D-don't stay here please. I've not devoured any soul of your country so why are you here, with this rage and hatred...will you let go if I say sorry? You smell wild and on edge. Are you going to kill someone? Th-the Queen will be angry if you kill...."

She didn't call her 'Kindheart Lady' like others.

"Close the door behind, Prince Eric. The guards scare me. They with those spears..." Slowly she shuffled some coming out.

A teenage girl?

Oh, wait. She had horns and unordinary large red pupils. Her black and white hair was long and wild, covering her form. She was wearing a sleeping gown. Her canines were sharp though she didn't bare them.

The room was quite shiny. It was because of the large window....the window showed the skies and the open fields... Freedom.

All he had to do was making the timid one to tranaform into her dragon form...and then...a journey in the skies towards whatever destination he had in mind.
  Dosia Hersilia / valkyira / 357d 2h 55s
A chase. Even though the kid had gotten a head start, and was fast for his age, The Prince knew he could catch the boy. But his body protested immediately when he took off after the kid, still recovering from Succubus Duchess kiss.

“You’re going to pay for that!” The Prince growled as the servant continued to taunt him with names. It wasn’t really the taunting that was getting to him, it was the ever growing feeling that at any moment they could round a corner and The Prince would be caught again. And he was sure this time, if he was captured, he wouldn’t be getting out so easily. He noticed the torches dying as the kid passed them and the darkness made him even more on edge.

That’s when he picked up the pace and raced up to the boy as they both darted around a corner. The Prince reached forwards to grab the servant but his first swipe missed and he slowed, all the while with the kid jeering at him. He then raced forwards again and instead of grabbing for the kid, Eric pounced forwards and grinned as hid foot caught the back of the servant’s heel, making him stumble.

“Check.” He sneered then closed the space between them again before the boy could dart off. He grabbed the boy by the back of his shirt and yanked him backwards, letting the kid fall off balance before knocking him down the rest of the way and watching him land on his back. Panting a little, Eric stepped closer to the kid and knelt down, pressing his right leg down hard into the boy’s chest so he couldn’t squirm away.

“Check Mate.” He then breathed and his smile disappeared into a grimacing scowl. “Now where do I go to leave this place?” He asked and he leaned down just a bit more, pressing harder down on the kid so it was difficult for him to breath, let alone squirm out from under The Prince. “And answer clearly.” He said sounding tired and annoyed, with narrowed eyes. “Because I won’t mind snapping each and every one of your bones to get my answer.”

Eric wasn’t kidding about hurting the kid badly but if he didn’t get a good enough answer then he might just leave this servant for dead and stay on the move so the guards wouldn’t catch him.
  Prince Eric / BBJ / 357d 7h 2m 41s
The kid held his painful jaw and moved it slightly to make sure it's in its place. Slowly he looked up, his expression hard to read. Maybe shock, pain, confusion...then his eyes widened in pure excitement and he startes giggling like a little boy in an amusement park. His dangerous teeth were fully presented as his giggles turnes into a joyful laughter.

"You are funny! First, you want to take something precious from me yet you're not giving me anything...Pfffft. Who's going to fall for that? Secondly, You're disrespecting the castle calling it wretched. It means you're offending us servants who work hard here to make this place look pretty! Thirdly, you call this meaningless games? Our Kindheart Lady is using YOU as a toy in this huge game! I'm sure she's enjoying seeing you run around...So, let's play another meaningless game~" The kid stood up and made a step backward, grinning playfully.

"Oi, Dirty Prince. Catch me if you can!" And with that he darted out of the Kitchen, running off. He was quite fast for his age and he was so enjoying it.

"Come on, lazy ass! If you catch me, I'll give you anything you want!" He kept running, the torches dying as he passed them.

"If you apologies, I'd slow down!"

However, this one looked honest and kinder for he was dragging him to the outside step by step.
  Dosia Hersilia / valkyira / 357d 9h 20m 35s
“Damn..” He cursed, hearing the guards and stepping away from the Duchess’ door. Finding the map was curse didn’t seem like quite a fair trade to being out of her company, but there wasn’t time to dwell over that so he started towards the kitchen. He staggered a bit, starting slow as he regained his bearings but once he was able to start walking, he was able to pick up the pace and stay ahead of the sounds of the guards coming after him.

Stepping past the Servant’s rooms, The Prince could feel eyes on him but he knew none of the other servants would try to stop him, he just had to hurry. He entered the kitchen and found the young servant on his hands and knees, scrubbing the floor. Eric stepped into the room and in no mood to play anymore games, he stalked over to the boy and dropped the map to the ground by his bare feet.

“I need the rest of this map.” He growled, crossing his arms and glaring down at the kid. The servant only looked then glanced down at the piece of paper.

“I’m trying to clean,” He then said matter-of-factly, looking at the map and glancing past it towards the Prince’s feet then up towards his face. “and your feet are dirty.” This comment caught the prince off guard a little. “I’d expect someone like you to be cleaner than this..” The second comment only ticked Eric off that the kid wasn’t going to help him straight forwards.

“What is this?” The Prince asked with a growl but the Servant ignored Eric’s question and stood up.

“Oh, but lately I’ve been quite hungry. So I might be willing to help you, if you get me something to eat.” With this the boy grinned and Eric slowly unfolded his arms, tightening his hands into fist as he remembered what the Duchess had suggested he give this servant. But the Prince had no intention of letting this kid take a bite of any part of him.

“Listen here you…-” Eric started and lifted his hand to point a finger at him, the kid still seemed to be ignoring most of what the prince was saying, but he did see what Eric was doing and a smile appeared on his face.

“Are you offering that?” He asked, cutting Eric off and the Prince just stared at him.

“What?”

“Your hand. It’ll be enough and I’ll gladly take that~” The kid grinned and he reached forwards, snatching Eric by his wrist and baring his teeth like he was going to bite. But again the Prince had no intention of letting the cannibal snack on any part of him.

Twisting his wrist free, the Prince drew his free hand back and stepped forwards, closing the space between himself and the Servant. They both knew what was going to happen next and the Prince didn’t give the kid any time to react when he swung forwards and punched him, hard across one side of his jaw. The blow was enough to send the kid sprawling and Eric only rubbed the wrist that he’d been grabbed by, glaring again in the servant’s direction.

“I didn’t come here to give you [I anything.] I only came here to find a way out of this wretched castle and I’m done wasting my time playing these meaningless games.” He said harshly then turned towards the Servant with a very threatening gleam in his eyes.
  Prince Eric / BBJ / 357d 9h 45m 30s
Standing straight and pleased, Succubus Duchess licked her lips. Oh, his taste was a unique one and she was dying for another kiss or even more. Yet, he was right.

A deal was a deal.

Demons had some strict rules to wander on the surface. So the Duchess ran a hand through her silky hair before nodding in agreement. "As you wish, love. Though that kiss was so sweet~" Chuckling again, she started walking into the room. Calmly she pulled out a piece of paper from her drawer then walked back to him, tucking the paper in his collar. "Be careful, sugar. I look forward to another 'session' with you...The map is not complete. You'll have to ask a servant...the only one who would help you is the youngest one. It's easy...he loves meat but he doesn't recieve much." Chuckling some more she sits down on her bed, observing the exhausted Eric in amusement.

"He's Cannibal. You might need to give him some meat...how about your thumb, hm? That' won't reduce your sexiness...Hmmm might just even turn me on! Ahahahahaha! And good luck stumbling around with those weak legs! Hehehe!!! You'll find him in the servant kitchen~bye bye~" The Duchess waved her hand and the doors shut in the Prince's face.

The map was drawn horribly, showing him that he wasn't running the wrong way. Just a few turns then he would reach the servants' rooms. The kitchen was located there.

The guards were after him. Their snarls and growls could be heard. And they knew where he was going because the map was cursed...Never trust a Succubus. At least they knew his location as far as the map showed...

The kid was in the kitchen alone, scrubbing the floor. He looked pretty normal except his pointy teeth.

Aaaand the Duchess lied again.

He loved Eric's meat but was wise enough not to eat the Queen's prisoner.
  Dosia Hersilia / valkyira / 357d 15h 41m 10s
Succubus Duchess. If the twists and turns of the many halls weren’t enough to keep The Prince from escaping, now he had to deal with Dosia’s exotic collection of.. guests. He grimaced at the sight of her sharp claw like nails and wings, trying to ignore every other aspect of her luring appearance.

Despite the obvious warning, Eric reached up and knocked her hand away from his face and stepped back from her suggestive body language. “What makes you think I need a map?” He asked, humoring her tone with a lighter one of his own.

“I’m sure you’ve been stumbling around these corridors for hours.” She replied, chuckling again. “Besides, everything here in our Kindheart Lady’s castle knows what roll you’re playing. Little mouse in a trap~” When she moved closer again, The Prince took a step back but stopped himself from going any further.

“I’m graciously offering you a gift.” She said. “Is a kiss too much to give for your freedom?” she cooed hungrily and slid both of her hands up and over his shoulders, her nails brushing the back of his neck. Eric tsk’d, turning his head away as he thought and tried to resist looking at her.

“I still can just call for the guards, Love.” She reminded him in a sweet voice and finally The Prince looked at her, no longer grimacing.

“On my own terms,” He started, his voice a low growl. “you wouldn’t have called me a gentleman.” He said, baring his teeth in a snarl like smile. He knew what would happen if he kissed her, but what real choice did he have? She could just as easily call for the guards if he refused as she could cut him open with her sharp nails in asking for a kiss.

Kissing her might also give away what he was, more than human, but it would certainly be a power trip for this Succubus and he knew he wouldn’t be left helpless afterwards. So without prompting, he leaned forwards, not giving her any time to say anything.

And kissed her.

Immediately he felt weakened and legs wanted to give out from under him, but he forced himself to stay standing, wavering slightly when Duchess Succubus took the kiss hungrily and held on to him to stop him from pulling away. After a minute of growing weaker and weaker, Eric gritted his teeth and pulled away, breaking the kiss, breathless, and almost staggering back.

He could see the light of new energy flashing across the Succubus’ eyes and she moved forwards to kiss him again but he held up one hand to stop her, fixing his sharp eyes on her face and shaking his head.

“No… You promised me a map for a kiss… One kiss.” He said, still trying to catch his breath. He stepped back, steading himself against a wall and he looked back at Duchess Succubus, watching her expectantly for her to give him a map of Dosia’s castle.
  Prince Eric / bbj / 357d 16h 31m 5s
Ironically, the vampires didn't follow him anymore. It was like the door was an obstacle for them or maybe they were just...lazy? Vampires are sure some lazy ones. That's good news for humanity.

The halls were like a maze, full of corridors. It was like the whole castle was challenging our prince. Each corridor led to a mysterious place. Each corridor held stories within. The torches guided him through the darkness but they could not tell him the secret hidden in the walls.

Only the maids knew the corridors well. Because, well...our Kindheart Lady wanted her palace to shine in a glorious way. So the corridors were undoubtedly clean and dustless.

The corridor he chose was like any other corridor in this place. Yet something was absolutely off with it...

The shadows...

They were watching him. Aside from his steps and heartbeat, he could hear some very very quiet whispers. What they were saying would be always a mystery to the history. Anyway, nothing blocked his way, nor attacked him. One could not even be sure if [b [i they]] were capable of doing anything physical at all.

Soon, the prisoner was offered decent light from an oddly welcoming and open room.

Suddenly in a blur something came out of the weird room and blocked his way. A figure it was...

A female.

Certainly that suggestive outfit wasn't proper for someone living in a castle. But who cares? She had such a lovely and dreamy body for men. Everything about her was a man's wish except those black long sharp nails which looked absolutely deadly. Oh, and let's not forget about the terrifying wings folded on her bare back.

Succubus Duchess.

"Oh. My my. Why is such a gentleman in a hurry?" Her deceiving tone came out as she approached him. Those wings opened in full size to completely block the way for any possible escape.

Clank, clank...

Her highheels made noises as she calmly with a small smile and greedy eyes cut space with the prince. Duchess Succubus reached out a hand to stroke his cheek with the threatening nails.

"You're trying to run when you surely know you cannot do without a map?" A chuckledescaped the plump lips. "But it's your lucky day, darling. Because I do have a map...Just..it costs you..."She leaned towards him, letting her body touch his slightly." A kiss."

A hungry Succubus she was.

"Or...I would just call the guards here, sweetheart."

And we all know a Succubus' kiss costs you most of your energy.
  Dosia Hersilia / valkyira / 358d 13h 12m 1s
The prince couldn’t help but become tense when Romeo reached over and grabbed him. The cooing that Romeo was doing over him, calling him sweet and all wasn’t exactly how Eric imagined this going. He knew Theodore was still looking to drain him, but the Prince was prepared to deal with the two. Before he had entered the study where two were, he had picked up a scribe’s stylist. A small wooden, writing utensil that was used to write in charcoal, with a dull tip but a durable hold to it, sharp on one end and flat on the other. Since there weren’t any swords around to be head the Vampires with, Eric decided that the wooden stylist instead that he’d haphazardly picked up by chance. But it would work well enough when he needed to get lose from these two.

He allowed Romeo to continue bantering while he had a pricking feeling on the back of his neck from Theodore’s cold glares. Now he knew for sure that there was going to be a ball tonight, as he was led to the fiction section and handed off to Theodore to hold. Great. The two were discussing the point of finding the book with Theodore stating that he was ‘quite thirsty’, And this made Eric grit his teeth a little, adjusting his hold on the wooden stylist that he was holding on the inside of his arm so it couldn’t be seen. But Romeo was adamant about finding the book before they did anything with the prince, though he had no idea he was looking for something that didn’t exist.

A sudden screech rang out through the corridors and this caused Eric to almost jump, if it wasn’t for Theodore holding him. “Romeo, they rang the alarm. They’re really searching for him.”

“But he needs the book!" Romeo protested and Eric tensed as Theodore grabbed the Prince with both hands on his shoulders.

“There isn’t any time!” Theodore finally snapped back and Eric curled his fingers around the stylist. “And my thirst has-!” Theodore was cut off as the Prince turned sharply in his grip, his golden eyes flashing with a dangerous look and the scent of fear and nervousness disappearing from him. He quickly swung up with the stylist and stabbed Theodore on his right side instead of his left, causing the Vampire to shriek in pain and surprise. It was a good enough distraction to cause Romeo to freeze while Eric wrenched himself free from Theodore’s grip and take off, leaving the stylist in Theodore’s side. He knew the shock would only last a few seconds and the wound he’d given the gruffer Vampire wasn’t fatal. But he had to get out of the library and find a way out of the castle itself. He didn’t have any time to waste with living relics. He had just gotten out of sight when he heard Theodore’s cursing and Romeo’s laughter moving closer, very fast.

“I don’t have time for This!” Eric hissed to himself reaching an entrance way to the library and sprinting out into the hall, quickly closing this door behind him and stepping back. After waiting a few seconds with nothing happening, The Prince looked around then took one direction down the hall, not knowing where he was going but being more then quick to leave the area and work his way out of the castle.
  Prince Eric / BBJ / 1y 124d 13h 21m 8s
Now who was being all humble and scared? Though it was one of the best reaction the two had seen since working here. Fear and rush could be clearly smelled from this young one.

He desperately needed a book. A book of story?

Wait a minute, Chamlek?! Joy bloodline?! Oh, dear. Games of destiny sure were being played on our Eric.

Theodore and Romeo exchanged unreadable glanced between each other. Romeo was the first one to answer, of course.

"Oh! Eric of the Joy bloodline! Well, aren't you a sweet boy? Coming all the way from dungeon just to read a book!" The vampire didn't hesitate to grab on his arm with his cold grasp in a quite friendly way.

"Sweet? Indeed." Theodore whispered with a clear thirst in his tone, his tongue licking on the pale lips.

"Oh,quiet you! We can't just go on draining a lovely kid who's from a adorable family who killed our kind long time ago!" Romeo shooed away his fellow vampire with a wave of his hand then looked back at Eric with his weird overfriendly grin. "You've come to the right place and right people. Goldenaria? Oh, I guess their king is also invited to the ball tonight. Do you know how to dance? Of course you know. Ah, too bad an old vampire like me has no dance partner~" The cheerful bloodsucker span the fallen prince around to lead him to the fiction section. Theodore was following the two, his eyes digging holes on Eric's back.

Oh, no. The two were not letting their new 'toy' go that easily.

Romeo kept a grip on his arm as he stood and gazed at the number of books daring them to search. "Goldenaria you said? Hmm..Theo dear, hold him for me." With a slight push Eric was now grabbed by shoulder with strong hands of Theodore.

"Romeo. It's pointless. They're not allowed to have books in dungeon."

"Oh, my. Then maybe he can read his last story while we drain him?"

"I guess this will work. Hurry up and find the book. I'm quite thirsty."

"Patience my dear, patience!" Romeo happily scolded his friend as his eyes observed the books.

Suddenly a screech rang through the corridors.

"Romeo, they rang the alarm. They're really searching for him."

"But he needs the book!"
  Dosia Hersilia / valkyira / 1y 125d 18h 51m 48s
Eric had made his way through the library, looking for another way out, but what he found instead was, two Vampires. One looking for blood while the other had a delirious kindness to him, Romeo and Theodore.

“Ah, ha… Vampires..” Eric knew he had to tread lightly here, but he didn’t turn to make a run for it since all three knew he wouldn’t make it out of the small study alive.

“I never thought I’d make an acquaintance to any such as yourselves. My humble greeting and also deepest apologies for disturbing you.” Eric had taken one step back but it was only to straighten up and look at the two who stood in his way. He didn’t forget himself when speaking to them, now being careful not to say anything that would cause Theodore to see an invitation for another kill.

“You two have asked my name, but you know I am from the dungeons, a prisoner. And here, disturbing this quiet place, with my ignorance. How crude of me.” Eric paused then looked away from the two vampires around in the darkness of the room carefully, but he wasn’t foolish enough to turn away from either of them.

“Say… I have not come to have tea with you but I am looking for a book. A story of sorts. Though I do not intend to read it leisurely.” He began, “I was given a small segment of it, only… last night I presume, and it has caught my interest in finding.” Eric looked back at the two and tensed, as he saw the unamused look from Theo and a curious look from Romeo. He thought he might be able to sway Romeo in to letting him leave without harm but Theo seemed intent on seeing the prince as nothing more than prey, so Eric had to find a way to change that.

“Hmm, my name, yes. Forgive me but I’m sure both of you have heard about the fall of Chamlek? Well, I am it’s fallen leader, Eric. Heir of the Joy bloodline and once a free prince. Heh, heh… but it seems there isn’t any escaping the errors of my way.” The prince pause, knowing that the longer he stayed there, chatting away his demines from these two Vampires, the soon it would be for Queen Dosia to hear of his escape and then the soon it would be before guards came looking for him here, in the vampire’s quiet sanctuary.

“Perhaps you two can help me then.” Eric started again, a sense of urgency creeping up on him but he didn’t dare show it. “I don’t know what the book is called, or it’s author, though the segment I’ve heard holds reference to Goldenaria country, but I believe the book to be fiction. Perhaps, if it isn’t too much trouble for either of yourselves, you two could help me find what I’m looking for?” He was playing a dangerous game here since he knew there would be no such book written that would match what he was looking for.

In truth he was only recalling the story Dosia had told him and was twisting it ever so slightly to get by with calling it fiction. He didn’t know if the two Vampires would fall for it, but it was all he had, being defenseless and unwilling to share his secret with the world just yet. If push comes to bite then Eric knew he’d have no choice, but as long as he could hold his secret close, he would always have that small ace to play. Then again if he did reveal his secret then it would give Dosia more of a reason to kill him, and that would do no good for him at all.
  Prince Eric / BBJ / 1y 134d 7h 46m 21s
From all places he could hide, library was chosen. Library, where the maids and servants didn't dare to step in and loved to tell stories about it. Stories about the two who worked in there.
A grand library it was indeed. Everything in order, everywhere clean, silence was the thing that was never broken there.
Not just a usual forced silence in the libraries you might know of, but a deadly,natural silence. It was like...
[b Would you dare to talk in our presence?]
Our prince but bravely made his way deeper in the place. His footsteps echoed in the room, reaching some sensitive ears. Yet, nobody responded and let the prisoner think he was alone and safe for now.
Even his heartbeats were amusing for them.
"Dear friend, he's approaching our privacy."
"Oh, quiet. He's running away."
"Oh, dear I can smell fear hormones."
"Forget about hormones, talk about [+red blood.]"
Two men, looking middle aged, were sitting on chairs and reading book in the poor light of their room in right corner of library. They were going to sleep after reading some pages of the ancient history of Deloriak but the new smell kept them up and quite excited.
Neat, noble clothes they were wearing.Rings designed their slender fingers. Oh and talk about their pale skin.
One was taller, wavy red hair tied into a loose ponytail. He had a stoned, strict face. His seriousness was vivid in those light brown eyes of his. The other one, shorter but the easygoing one had strange haircolor...a mixture of pink, purple and blue. Maybe he had colored it like that himself? His blue eyes were glowing in playfulness. Finally something had happened.
"Please let me visit our guest!"
"I'm sure he will be leaving soon.what could possibly be in a library for someone smelling like him?"
"Maybe our young boy is a bookworm?"
"Bookworms...they're so rare in this kingdom."
"I have a feeling it's your fault."
"Says the one who drained the maid."
"Ohoho...was she lost?"
"And sure you guided her...to the hell."
"Now don't embrass me...I make sure to lead this one to heaven!"
"A prisoner never goes to heaven."
"Especially our Kindhearted Lady's prisoner."

Soon, our prince felt the presence of them. It didn't take long until the candles died and two figures stood in front of Eric proud and tall.

"Ahaha...Name's Romeo, little adventurer!" The weird colored head one opened his arms in a welcoming manner.
"Theodore, but it's not important.You chose the worst place to come..." The red head one whispered as stepping closer to the prey...
"Theo, dear. He ran all the way here to have tea with us! Didn't they give you tea in dungeon? Poor thing, what's your name?" Romeo pulled back his annoyed partner and tilted his head at Eric.

"Ahaha...Running away from two survived vampires is the most stupid and funniest thing to do! Are you looking for a book?"

Oh. Vampires?! Weren't they extincted by Eric's ancestors?

Dosia sure had a collection of rare races.
  Dosia Hersilia / valkyira / 1y 134d 14h 7m 58s
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