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Ah, the human race.


Such fragile creatures really. So petty in their wants, their needs. Their desires. Like this crowd. Prancing around and grinding against each other, all while flashing false-fanged smiles. Silly, really. The flock of sheep, hiding behind masks as they indulged in their make-believe. But he really shouldn't hate them too much. After all, gatherings such as this provided easy meals. And who was he to turn down such morsels when they were offered on a silver platter? Not him, that's for certain.
Tall, dark, and debonair. A fitting description of Nikolaus, especially tonight. The dark gray suit was tailored to his frame, emphasizing the strong shoulders and almost noble posture.  No surprise there. For if you were to travel back across the ocean, into the cold Romanian countryside, you'd undoubtedly hear of the formidable Lord Lapeshki, who ruled his territory from his stone fortress of a castle.  But hear in Las Vegas, America's own City of Lights, he was just another vampire prowling amongst the humans. Smirking to himself, Nikolaus adjusted the black and silver mask that covered his features, blue eyes roving over the unsuspecting crowd. Best to blend in for now. He brushed a hand through his short black hair, absentmindedly running over the silver at the temples. It had been there when he was changed, those many centuries ago, and Nikolaus was rather loath to dye it. For one, he thought it added a bit of a distinguished aura.


Prowling through the mass,  he trailed his fingers lightly over the back of one woman, chuckling at her shiver and how he could hear her pulse flutter. Nearby, he could feel the presence of a few true vampires. He noted their positions out of habit more than anything. It was always beneficial to know where potential enemies (or allies) were, should anything happen. Nikolaus DID hope to avoid any sort of spectacle. All he was here for was a bit of a snack, really. His own penthouse suite of rooms was merely a block away. All lavishly decorated of course, as he was a man who enjoyed his comforts. But for the time being…..Nikolaus was simply part of the crowd.
HERE YALIN
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