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Hi. Who is this?

"Is that so?" Mithias responded about the book, concluding from the wrinkled nose that it didn't belong to Klaus. He tilted his head ever so slightly as he watched Klaus warm a blood bag for him. Truly, he had expected a wine or scotch, but blood... this was an offering. Blood was life. It was a sacrifice given by a single person, one member of the species Mithias had come to call his kindred. In a way, at least to Mithias, it was sacred. Blood was something required by a vampire, and if not given it would be taken in the heat of an uncontrollable thirst. Such a drink wasn't the same as any other. It was like giving sustenance, adding to one's health, a gift that truly promoted power survival and sanity. Mithias was touched. Lifting the mug in two hands and holding it before him, the black-clad warrior bowed deeply. "My gratitude, Klaus." Mithias knew that no matter where Klaus had gotten this blood, he could have used it himself, but instead had shared it with Mithias. He drank deeply from the mug. The vision of a hefty young man with dirty blonde hair and military uniform lying on a table at some mall somewhere appeared in his mind. A good heart he had, having grown into adulthood with discipline and a loving family... his mother in particular, smiling at him. Only a flash, but the blood spoke to Mithias of the soul of the being it came from. Eyes closed and head bowed, the vampire hovered a moment over his mug. A red glow faintly fading from his eyes as he looked up again. How long would it be before Mira returned?

This is deep.

"Ah." Mithias scratched his head and looked around. He knew Bug was fairly aged and had had some adventures long before meeting him. Trying to get the true details out now wasn't going to happen, and it probably wasn't relevant. Not knowing Bug envisioned a metal hallway, Mithias went over the the heavily draped window and carefully pushed aside one side of the drapes, trying to peer outside. "Bug... is that Mia's head on that chain around your shoulders?"

Mithias was quite relieved. Bug was still Bug, at least on the inside. "Well, I, er, um... What about you? You said you shouldn't do it, then you lept the hell in!" Mithias' ass still felt the imprint of Tsubaki's boot as he tried to divert the subject.

Ok. I am willing to bring back Mithais, *maybe* other characters, but only if some other people join this.

lmao. Nice Kidd. I'm flattered. I am sorry to see Maria have to go, but the drama would feed the story.

Sorry to hear that Myst.

Mithias eventually followed. The halls were empty as far as his senses could reach, so he only needed to occupy himself with this one, lone vampire. He could have been a guest, as he had stated, or he could have remained behind to protect their home. Likely he had been a 'guest' many times before. Mithias slowly entered the kitchen, his every step soft like one attempting to pass unnoticed, leaving no trace of his presence. He didn't show the casual disrespect of so common to modern times, but rather the proper decorum of one who had practiced many times in church. The seemingly random book on the table caught his vivid eyes. 'Dracula,' it read. Mithias stopped and looked at it. Nearly every vampire knew the story. It was a romanticized version of how some humans saw vampires, and strangely, semi-accurate. A few vampires in recent times had claimed to be the fabled Dracula or one on which the book was based. Mithias' eyes narrowed as he recalled... There was one he knew who's claims might actually have been true. "Yes." He answered without revealing his thoughts. "I will take a drink." He might as well make himself at home while he waited. Accepting hospitality was also a gesture of peace. "I am Mithias." Leaving the book untouched on the table behind him he reached up and pulled down his hood and mask. His face was that of an adult, yet youthful and without facial hair. He was attractive even by modern standards, and would have made a successful model had his flesh not been unnaturally white. Long, black straight hair escaped down his back, uncut and naturally uneven on the ends. He let his gaze wander away from Klaus trustingly.

The insect-like being in the hallway with him looked just as shocked as Mithias must have. "Bug. Yes I'm Mithias. I followed you through that portal only a moment ago. Do you remember? Tsubaki constructed it... We were trying to find your father." He slowly pushed himself off of the bleeding wall and gestured. "You look very different."