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“It's truly a sight, Nico.”

The young girl, perhaps in her early twenties, sat along the edge of the large fountains stone retaining wall. “Your attention to detail is unmatched...” She continued, running her delicate hand along the contour of the closest statuette, one of many that lined the beautiful water feature.  “At least from what I've seen here in this community. It has a hauntingly beautiful and morbidly erotic feel to it that is-”

The girl paused for a moment as though she were thinking of the best adjective to describe what she felt.

“As exquisite as she who is calling to me…” Nico interjected, but in almost a whisper as in thought, taking notice of the young fiery-haired woman across the crowded courtyard. His attention fully locked on her, ignoring any further distractions from the girl who sat only inches from him.

“Excuse me?” The girl responded, clearly confused by the comment, until she looked up at the tall, well-built man with the sandy brown hair and blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight, standing in front of her, realizing then she was lost to him by another clearly more important. 

“[i]Um[/i]...I-I'll see you around Nicolaus…I guess.” 

Not wanting to be rude, but also not wanting to break the line of sight on his intended focal point, he simply replied “Enjoy your stay young lady...”. Now, while regarding the girl as ‘young’ was quite an understatement, considering Nicolaus was well over one hundred years of age, his human appearance set him within his early thirties, frozen in time for as long as the vampiric curse of immortality flowed through his cold veins. The man slowly made his way toward his [i]target[/i], his prize. The woman with the crimson hair, whose reddish-brown locks danced in the northern breeze as it passed through the courtyard. She was the one. Without even putting a face with the name imprinted on the card. Without a previous engagement between the Vampire and the human mage. He felt her from all those meters away, as distance would stand little chance for a Vampire on the prowl for a willing -or sometimes, unwilling- thrall. It had been many years since Nico took on a human under his tutelage, let alone a user of magic.

Many years since he’d been back to Stonebrook Academy as a once professor of the fine arts, now perhaps simply passing through again. He only hoped that his new blooddoll would outlive his last...

“Sera…” He spoke, his voice full of confidence and boldness, yet still a polite and courteous tone followed by a gesture long forgotten. “My name is Nicolaus Strøm.” 

Nico took the young woman’s hand in his own, holding it firm but gently in both as though to protect it from the chill of the evening’s air, and proceeded to kiss the top of her hand as he bowed to the mage. 

“I believe we are to be as one…”

[@Ellion]