"They can be quite ruthless. They have attempted to enter my castle before and I had to let them know that they were not welcome." Vladimir replied as he gently leaned on the table. He found it easy to talk to this human. Maybe because he smiled at him instead of shoving a crucifix in his face. "You need not worry. They know better than to try and come in here again."

Daemon sighed with relief and his shoulders sagged in happiness.

"Thank the goddess. I was scared they might find me in here. I don't want to run into them again. I'm already pretty beat up.. I've been chewed on twice already."

He shook his head and looked back to Vladimir. He honestly didn't know what to do about his whole situation. He had to leave at some point. But with his wounds, he wasn't going to get far. Especially if the one on his leg was right on his knee. He couldn't walk too much or too far. He played grabbed some of his hair and messed with it, feeling a bit awkward about what he was going to ask.

"A-are... ah.. Are you going to kick me out now that can walk? I mean, you've already been so helpful and kind to me. You could have just left me out there. Not like anybody would miss me anyways.." his voice grew softer as he spoke the last sentence.

{I hope you don't mind his backstory... Most of my characters don't have very good ones.}

(That's okay. I bullshit mine XD)

Vladimir blinked. He'd expected the young man had family. "You...have no kin to return to? What about a spouse? Surely a young man as fit as you has women falling to his feet."

Daemon blushes a bit in embarrassment. He really didn't think of himself as all that great, but hey, when people thought he was, it was something. He played with his shoulder length hair again, this time just kind of picking at the ends.

"Nope. My parents are out of country and I've been really busy so most of my friends forget about me.. And I've never really had any luck with women..." he finished off a bit sadly.

He never really cared all tha much about relationships, plus his friends never really liked him. They only liked him because he could drive and get them booze. Many of them being barely twenty years of age.

Vladimir frowned seeing the sadness in the young man's face. He didn't know why, but for some reason he wanted to comfort this man. 'No,' he thought to himself, 'get too close and you risk giving him more wounds...or worse.' He swallowed at the thought. It'd been awhile since his last feed and just the thought of a taste...he was surprised with himself keeping composure last night. He should send him home, he should let him go. But...the thought of Daemon wandering about alone...with no protection...in a forest full of angry wolves. It'd be irresponsible of him.

"I can't let you go out on your own with those wolves after you. You can stay here...at least, until they leave you alone." he replied softly.

He had to admit, the thought of having someone in this castle with him was intriguing, to say the least. He'd spent so long on his own that he had forgotten how nice it was to have someone else there. The one thing he worried about was how long he would be able to keep his secret.

Daemon immediately looked up to Vladimir when he said he could stay. His neon eyes light up even more and he gave Vladimir a huge smile. He didn't have to brave the wolves! He wouldn't die! He was so happy and he really was thankful to the man. Daemon couldn't believe his ears. He tried to compose himself but he couldn't keep himself from lighting up at being able to stay. It was great because he would have time to heal.

"Really?! Oh goddess, that's awesome! Ah.. oh.. But i don't want to intrude on you. I mean.. It's not really like you have to be nice to me. Uh.. Maybe i can do some work around here while I'm here? You know, like a way to pay you back. I live on my own so I know the basics of cooking and cleaning and stuff like that."

He looked at Vladimir with bright eyes, slightly giving him a puppy look so get the man to at least agree to something. He didn't want to intrude or freeload off him.

Vladimir couldn't help himself. He reached over and gently petted the young man's long hair with a cold hand. "I wouldn't mind having someone to help keep this place up." he said softly, pulling his hand away. "I'm afraid it's almost falling to pieces." Vladimir ran a hand along one of the kitchen walls as if comforting the castle itself. "This castle was handed down my family line, from my ancestors down to my father and then to me. To have it be in a state of aging now makes me think of what my father would say. I haven't been able to keep up with it...the staff had all died off and I was left to...to..." he trailed off with a slight frown. He had been left to die. Hunters killed his parents, his staff, and he had been left with a silver bullet in his kidney. He pulled it out himself and the wound scarred over.

Daemon didn't even flinch when the Vladimir touched his hair. He was kind of used to people petting his hair since he never really cut it. Girls fawned over it sometimes but it was a rare thing because he really didn't go out much. He looked at Vladimir and gave the man a small smile before he looked around and kitchen and then out to the living room area.

"That's actually a real shame... It looks to beautiful and it's probably really old. I bet it looked really nice when it was brand spankin' new."

He looked to the older gentleman and noticed he was frowning. Daemon didn't know what to do, so he did the first thing he knew how. He gently placed his hand on Vladimir's arm, since the man was taller than he was. Not by much, but his arm was injured. He gently placed his hand on the man's bicep and smiled at him.

"Well, you got me here for now. I'll try to keep up with this house as much as I can in my state. I'll stay a bit extra if it helps you out. I don't know how good i'll be with my damn arm and leg chewed on, but i'll do what i can. Don't worry Vladimir."

Vladimir looked at him and his frown lifted. "You'd help an old man like me?" He was surprised, yes. Normally his appearance would scare people off and have them hesitant to be nice to him, but Daemon looked past his stern look and his hard face. He smiled softly. "Thank you, Daemon. Thank you. I...I appreciate it."

"You're not that old Vladimir. You can't be more than ten years older than me and I'm twenty two. You're pretty young still."

He smiled and his face blushed just a bit from the appreciation. He's never really been told that before since nobody was really ever around to praise him.

"So, Vladimir, what do I have to do around here? I don't wanna be cleaning something the wrong way or with the wrong stuff." He smiled sweetly.