The Bathory mansion ~on Hold for NOW~

[MR. Baron Von Yoko]

Night had just fallen upon the mansion. The halls glittered from the light of the crecsent moon. Without notice, the lights along the hallways flickered for a moment then erupted with a brilliant light. Despitr being a vampire, Marque was quite fond of the light. Reminded him of his human side. Although his brothers managed to b***h a lot about it. The real reason Marque kept the lights on was that in the darkness, he could feel his humanity slip away as his vampiric powers took hold. One of the rare combat oriented vampires, how did he get such rotten luck to be turned into something like that. Forever hunted for the threat they pose to humanity.

The mansion had been unusually quiet this past night, it seemed Lucid wasn’t making his usual mischief for once. Marque thought it a perfect night to get some of the finances done. Marque was in fact, a billionare. Making smart investment over a hundred years ago paid off when he checked up on them. But, he needed to keep up the funds, after all. It was what protected the brothers secret, kept them fed and also what disappeared any dead hookers Lucid managed to create. He was joking, but not really....there was an incident once.

Marque took off toward the nearest shadow that crawled across the floor. As he stepped onto it, his entire body seemed to slink through the ground. Marque then appeared behind a curtain in his study. The study was truly a magnificent room, filled with artifacts from the last 200 years, Books and literature thought lost and forgotten, and a lone computer monitor hidden as a painting.

Marque was certain this would be a fruitful evening. In a moment he had money a great amount of money. But was it ever enough ? Greed, a perfectly human trait. Although it’s not as if Marque hadn’t done any good in his years. Although it could be argued that he had done great evil as well.

Marque slumped over in the chair, without his brothers usual racket, Marque was finding it difficult to focus. How awful, he’d become used to it. A smile curled Marque lips. Perhaps a stroll about would clear his head. He could assess the damage done to the house at the same time. It was the oddest things, random destruction seemed to frequet this place. Despite having lived here for a good 20 years now Marque had yet to explore the mansion in it’s entiretly. The place was honestly built like a maze. Trap doors, secret passages were common place and there were even several odd dead ends, such as a door leading to a brick wall.

Marques foot against the solid stone prduced a lovely tapping sound that echoed through the halls. Perhaps a midnight snack would calm his nerves. Marque made his way through the mansion, heading towards the kitchen.  

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Marque recognized the sounds of bare feet against the stone floor. Could it be The middle brother, wandering the halls in his bare feet again. That guy was always rather eccentric, but they say brilliant men see the world differently. Must be nice. Following the footsteps into the kitchen. Marque found no signs of his brother. Odd, he was sure someone had come this way.

turning to the fridge, marque pulled from it one of the few remaining silver pouches containing blood. They were beginning to run low. It didn’t matter, the shipment would arrive by the end of the week. Like a child, Marque took a straw and pierced the silver pouch, sucking back the ever so sweet nectar of life. Although he had to admit, it wasn’t ever as good chilled. Draining the packet, Marque tossed the empty pouch in a nearby trash can. Taking another moment to scan the room. Listening intently, his amazing hearing picked something. Focusing hard, Marque could differentiate the sound of a heart pounding within a tiny chest.

The middle brother again. Most likely he brought in some wild animal that was scarred half to death in this place. Marque didn’t exactly feel safe her either though, he had to admit. Only the wing he stayed in had electricity. The rest of the mansion was lit by candle and oil lamps. Marque turned round to face the broom closet, with each step, the poor things heart began to race faster and faster. Marque flung open the door, revealing a small girl huddled in the closet. Petrified, as if with the slightest move she would break. Wait, what the hell was a girl doing in the broom closet. They didn’t have any maids or anything of that sort. Hell the only people Marque ever saw was his brothers and his proxy investor.

A huge pair of teal eyes looked up at Marque in fear, as if her were some type of monster. Well, he was. Marque turned away from the closet and went and sat on a nearby stool, and watched the girl with a drol stare, waiting to see her next move.

 

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It didn’t look like she was going to leave that broom closet easily...hee hee. In the closet. Marque softened his gaze, afraid the deep red of his eyes would scare the poor thing. Among the brothers, Marque even though being the gentlest in the house, always gave off an aura of danger. It was quite difficult to deal with, especially with animals. They went wild when around him. Such a hassle. Marque sighed, the girl asking why she her. Marque wished he had an answer. The way this girl was, he wouldn’t be able to ge ta question in without her entire body seizing up.
Marque honestly didn’t understand, the mansion was completely secluded. Moved from it’s original location into the so that it would be more reclusive. Now, some girl managed to stumble into his broom closet. Perhaps it was lucky that Marque found her before Lucid did. Could only imagine the catastrophe that would cause with their conflicting personalities. Marque moved a hand to his cheek, holding his head up within his palm. “Hmmnn. I wonder. Your probably in there because you feel safe in the closet right ? Why else would you be in the closet.”

Marques jest, trying to lighten the mood. At this rate this little girl would starve to death, staring at Marque. Now it wasn’t a bad thing to see last. Marque was as handsome as they come. He’d been that way for two centuries. As Marque focused on the girl, his hearing picked up her heart rate slowing. She seemed to understand that he meant no harm at this point. Marque scratched at his cheek, he needed to shave. It was a pain. He had facial hair when he was turned so it tended to grow back quicker than normal. Marque left the stool for a moment to light an oil lamp. Marque’s soft features were illuminated In the soft golden light and finally, Marque saw a face along with those eyes. She was young, not to hard on the eyes either. “You know, you can come out of the closet. I won’t bite.”

Marque laughed inside his head at the I won’t bit part. It was funny because her was a vampire. Not to mention she might be coming out of the closet. Marque wished tom cruise would come out of the closet. Ha!

 

[MR. Baron Von Yoko]

Marque watched with careful eyes as the girl edged across floor. For a girl to be this timid was rare. It was kind of amusing in a way. As she began to relax, her stare was more intently focused marques face. Marque smiled warmly as she asked her question. “This is most certainly my home. No one here will hurt you. Marque took his hand away from his face. Looking at her quizzically. He was actually quite curious as to how she came to be in the mansion. She wasn’t filthy, she didn’t look very strong so that ruled out the possibility of her coming though the mountains. The last plane drop was a week prior, he would have been noticed if she was here that long. The only other possibility that popped into his head was Lucid. Why the hell was he so whimsical. Sending some innocent girl into a dream world while transporting her around the world. Marque had no real information about this girl. Her name, where she lived. Mysteries to be unraveled.

Marque raised his head in a dignified manner, cleared his throat and declared “My name is Marque Antony Edwards, Eldest brother of three and owner of this labrynth like mansion.” Mark bowed to the oyung lady. He knew it was terribly cliche, but if playing the prince would help In this situation, it wouldn’t be a problem. Marque rose his head, looking the young lady in the eye, giving a bit of a wild smile. Marque picked up the lamp and turned towards the door. “If you don’t want to be left in the dark, your welcome to follow me miss.”

Without waiting for an answer Marque set off. She seemed to be following at a distance. The halls were lined with torches and old paintings. The Ceilings were high, almost to a ridiculous extent and every sound echoed through the corridor. Many of the painting lining this hallways were gentle, depicting scenery rather than people. After a few minutes, the duo came across two very large doors. Doors so thick and heavy, it was impossible to think that a normal human could even budge it, let alone open ot fully. But, with a pull of Marque arm, the mighty door swung open to reveal Marques study. Marque entered and took a seat in front of a small coffee table. There were four chair surrounding the table. All of which seemed to be precious antiquities.  

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Marque watched as the girl walked through the parlor, admiring the tall mahogani shelves filled with the rare books and antiquates. Everything from beer mugs to Sabers from the past two centuries lined the walls. The carpet of the study was probably much softer on her bare feet than the cold stone outside. Marque examined her in the light of the study. She was so timid that it bordered on the odd. Marque found his thoughts wondering as to why. Perhaps a traumatizing experience in her childhood. A crime against her as a person, was she treated coldly, something terrible that she had trouble trusting the world after it happened. Well this was all speculation . Marque heard her muttering to herself “Beautiful.”

Well, at least the girl had taste. Marque brought his hand to his face, trying to disguise his chuckling. It had been so long since he’d even been near another woman, of course time passed differently for him. Years passed like weeks so to speak. The hardest things was trying to find ways to occupy his time. More recently it was repairing the mansion from the disasters his brothers caused. Although, he was the eldest, so he felt it was his responsibility.

Out of all things that Marque had while he was still alive, the taste of food was what he missed most. Though the gods seemed to have some mercy, somehow, any beverage with alcohol in it seemed to retain it’s flaavor instead of tasting like sand, as most food tended to do for any vampire. Marque had quite the collection of beer mugs just for that purpose really. Every night he enjoyed a wonderous brew that was aged in a red oak cask for the past fifty years. There was a secret passage that was built into this room that led to a cold cellar. Marque didn’t really care for whine, it reminded him too much of blood...and he just never cared for white wine.

A question popped into Marque mind though, what would happen if their secret was discovered. 3 vampires living in a mansion somewhere in the mountain. Marque wondered what would have to be done to protect themselves. Marque had numerous charities placed around the world. Feeling as if he was trying to make up for what he was. “Soooo, Miss....whatever your name is. Would you be able to fill me in on few details, where your from, how you got here, etcetera.”