[CENTER] { [b][color=f49ac2]Korine[/color][/b] and [b][color=39b54a]Aiden[/color][/b] } [/CENTER]
Out at the gardens she was, sitting on a beautifully crafted marble bench as she contemplated the stary dark sky above. Breathing in, she filled her partially dead lungs —mostly used out of habit than out of real necessity— with the fresh night breeze and the delicate scent of the flowers. The beautiful vampire woman enjoyed those moments of calm and silence out there, where she could feel at peace with only the sound of some occasional little animal around and her thoughts... And the soft beating of the human heart just a few feet away from her, of course. She used to seek for a servant's company whenever there was one around, in case she would need anything —even nourishment. Korine had found out that Aiden happened to be an agreeable company, always quiet and barely noticeable, as well as highly efficient ever disposed to his superior's command. At least, if not exactly for pleasure, he knew his place and how to behave around his masters in order to stay alive.

An unsettling scream inside of the castle suddenly broke the peaceful atmosphere surrounding them. Whether it was because of the alarming note of terror in the victim's scream or merely the night chill, the redhead servant shuddered inevitably. Korine turned back towards the castle, a subtle frown on her face. She couldn't understand why Mahzun had to be that savage and ruthless with his victims every time. It had become somewhat tiresome and unnerving. The poor boy's reaction hadn't gone unnoticed, his face twisting on a slight wince as he paled just a bit. He hated that, it made him feel sick every time he had to witness or just listen to such brutality against his own kind, and somehow Korine seemed to understand that.
[color=f49ac2]"It's alright, Aiden. You don't have to clean that mess, I'll get someone else to do it instead."[/color], she muttered, offering him a soft smile in an attempt to console him. [color=f49ac2]"I'm afraid we're already late for dinner. Let's go back inside, shall we?"[/color] She stood up, not really waiting for an answer to that, since it had been more like a statement.
[color=39b54a]"Yes, mi lady."[/color], Aiden lowered his head, following the vampire back into the castle as she said.



[CENTER] { [b][color=0072bc]Derrick[/color][/b] and [b][color=6ecff6]Kellan[/color][/b] }[/CENTER]
Had it been decades ago, one would have expected Derrick to be at some pub out there, drinking his dead guts out as if nothing really mattered and as if he had nothing better to do with his eternity. But that was a pleasure he had long left behind, mainly because it had been a friend's advice —or rather said [i]scold[/i]. Now, instead of hanging out at pestilent local taverns, the relatively young vampire enjoyed his evenings hanging with his best friend and partner in crime, Kellan. They were both at the black-haired's chambers, chatting about nonsense as ever, joking and having a laugh until the whole [i]'scream drama'[/i] happened. They had both frozen in place, a tetric stillness of the aftermath ghosting in the air.
[color=0072bc]"Dinner time already?"[/color], Derrick huffed with dark humor. He was kind of used to Uncle's Mahzun's extravagant way of hunting his prey,... more or less. It never ceased to surprise him, though, every time the screams echoed through the castle walls; but it was inevitable and undeniable. He took it as a fact, more than anything else.
A cushion hit him right in the face, muffling a huff out of his mouth. [color=6ecff6]"Shut up, Derrick! That was awful!"[/color], the blonde vampire scolded him, a frown visible on his face. That only made the other grin tauntingly.
[color=0072bc]"It is what it is, bro."[/color], Derrick shrugged nonchalantly. Kellan glared at him, not quite amused as his friend seemed to be. [color=0072bc]"C'mon! You know I'm just kidding."[/color], he added after a pause, chuckling. [color=0072bc]"It's still a bit late, and I'm kind of thirsty. Fancy coming?"[/color] Standing up from his sitting position at the center of his queen size bed, the dark haired vampire headed towards the door.
Shaking his head in mild disapproval, Kellan rolled his eyes and stood up from the edge of the bed where he had been sitting, still a little reluctantly. [color=6ecff6]"Fine!"[/color] He agreed and they exited the room, going downstairs.

[CENTER] { [b][color=bc8dbf]Deena[/color][/b] } [/CENTER]
As soon as night had fallen, the stylist was already on her way towards her first job on her agenda: a vampire woman who had seeked for her service a few days ago, asking for a makeover. It was only some block away from her humble appartment, so she could easily walk her way there. Not like she minded it at all, anyways. And she seemed always eager to work, since it was something she actually enjoyed doing. It pleased her to know her job could please someone else as well. Deena only had a couple more clients for the night, so she could probably ask the local canteen's owner to let her play something later on, once she was done with her agenda. Her job and music were the two things that passionated her the most.