Vladimir watched the young man fall asleep. For awhile, he sat there staring at him. This was dangerous. He knew it, inside and out, that this was dangerous. Letting a human stay in his castle, someone that would possibly be missed. He stood from the bed slowly so as not to awaken him and left the room to venture downstairs to the kitchen area. Everything was modern, things you wouldn't expect in a castle, like a stainless steel fridge and matching stove, granite counter tops, and stained wooden cabinets. Even though he could only be filled by blood, he still had fresh things in the cabinet for nights when he didn't feel like drinking and needed something fill his core. He started cooking something he could preserve for tomorrow morning in the fridge, all the while cursing himself to have a heart that was still and yet caring for others despite the years he'd spent constantly being hunted and feared.

His head turned when he heard an echoing howl in the distance. The wolves must have followed the scent of the human's blood, but they never dared come near. He'd killed enough of them and left the carcasses outside as a message for any wolf to come knocking down his door. He was more concerned about what they wanted with the human. No matter. After cooking the meal, he wrapped it up and placed it inside the fridge for the human to find. It was getting late, the moon would be falling soon and be replaced with the dawn. He didn't have long, a few hours at the most.

Vladimir locked the doors with iron bars the would prevent them from closing and the torches simultaneously blew themselves out. In the dark, Vladimir's sight was like a cat's and he could see perfectly. He made his was into the basement, the darkest area in the castle, and laid himself down in the coffin that had been left open. He laid there for a few moments staring at the ceiling before closing the coffin door. He laid there awake for awhile longer before letting his eyes close and he fell asleep with his hands folded on his chest.

{ooc: I'm going to assume he can wake up...}

Neon greens fluttered slightly as the sun began to come into the room through the window, brightening up the space. He raised his right hand to rub at his eyes, remembering that his left was currently being pumped with blood, or at least it should be. He looked to the bag that was by the bed he laid on and noticed that bag was pretty much empty. The drip had been going all night. He still kept the needle in, unsure if he should take it out or not. He flipped the blanket off with his right hand and looked down at his leg. The man, no... Vladimir had stitched him up last night and dressed the wounds.

Vladimir had said soemthing about new clothes and food. His stomach growled at the thought of food. He sighed and shook his head, not really wanting to get up. He looked at his leg and slowly edged himself off the bed. He gently pulled the IV out of his arm, not wanting it in anymore. His feet touched the floor and he shivered, knowing the rest of the castle was probably cold too. He began to make his way to the door and pulled it open, cringing as it creaked loudly. He hadn't wanted to wake up anybody, but who wouldn't hear that. He stepped out of the room cautiously and looked around. It seemed like nobody was up. He sighed in relief and walked down the stairs he had been carried up. The red rug ran the length of the stairs and he followed it down to the bottom.

He looked around and found the kitchen with relative ease before he looked around. He was shocked to see that the castle had modern things like a stove and fridge. He smiled and opened the fridge, seeing something all wrapped up. He pulled that out and unwrapped it, his mouth watering. He was so hungry. He quickly pulled open the drawers, looking for silverware and finally found them. He took up some utensils and dug into the food he was sure Vladimir had prepared for him. He smiled and continued to devour the food.

"I hope it's to your liking." Vladimir said softly from the doorway. He had a pair of fresh clothes in his hands. "You're looking much better."

(By the way, I don't give a fuck about the language X3)

The younger male jumped and swiftly turned around to see who had spoke. Of course it was Vladimir. He gave a nervous laugh and smiled at the man, his pearly whites showing. "Yeah, it's really good. And I guess I have you to thank for me even being alive.. Though a little stitched and bruised."

He looked down at himself and then to the clothes in Vladimir's hands. "uh.. I'm going to assume that's for me." He looked at the empty plate in embarrassment. He really felt like he was intruding on the man.

Vladimir walked over and offered the clothes to him. "Don't feel like you are intruding. It's been cen-...I mean...a very long...long time since I've had a guest in my home." he replied. He cursed himself mentally realizing he almost said "centuries." He was almost as old as this castle, yet he should've known better than to tell a human his secret. "You may change in the living room while I clean up here."

The younger looked at the Vladimir and titled his head like a dog would. He was going to say something else, but he just shook it off. He looked down at the plate he had been holding and gently placed in on the table before he took the offered clothes in his hands. He looked at Vladimir. "I can clean up. Once I change. It's the least I can do for you saving my life... and taking me in. I can at least do something to repay you, right?" He looked at Vladimir with a small smile.

{Sorry i disappeared. I live on campus at my college so if i want to eat, i have to leave my dorm and walk a ways}

(It's okay ^^)

Vladimir blinked at the smile. He found it hard to say "no." "Well...if you insist. Just make sure to put the plate in the cabinet when it's dry." he replied.

A smile crept onto his face and he smiled softly at the older man. He was rather nice for such a stern looking person, or at least, he looked stern when they first met. He nodded and quickly changed before going to the plate and taking it in his hands. He walked over to the sink and turned the tap on. He looked around for a sponge to clean it with and finally found what he was looking for. He took some soap and placed a good amount on the spong before he made it suds up and began to wash the dishes he used. He hummed softly as he washed, though his arm kind of ached. "Oh yeah... I know you told me your name is Vladimir.. Ah, kind of rude of me not to introduce myself... My name's Daemon.. Daemon Purus." He smiled at Vladimir before turning back to finished washing the dishes and dry them.

"Daemon. That's a...nice name." he said softly, folding his arms over his abdomen. "Tell me, what did those wolves want with you last night, Daemon?"

True, it'd been centuries since he struck up a conversation, but that did not mean Vladimir lacked manners. However, as long as he'd gone without contact with anyone, he felt socially awkward and feared he would say something unintelligent at any moment.

Once the dish and utensils were clean and dry, Daemon placed them back where they belonged and dried his hands on the same towel he used to dry the dishes. He looked at Daemon and his eyes widened a bit before he ran his hand through his inky black hair and pulled it back bit. "Well... I had been out in the woods and I tripped.. I wound up sliding down the mountain side until I stopped rolling and I realized I had rolled right into their dinner, pretty much on top of it. It wasn't pretty. I kind of squished it all.. I guess they weren't all that happy with me." He looked down at his left arm and gently rubbed the bandage, feeling the stitches. "yeah. I guess they want me as their replacement meal."