"Red wine...no, uh..white. They're in the fridge." He enjoyed red more than white, but the color would make him dig into one of those blood bags or worse, Daemon. He had to be careful. He was already on edge.

"Oh okay. We can drink red wine if you'd like. It won't be much difference right?" He had never really had wine, but he enjoyed it every so often. He went to the fridge once more and pulled out the white wine as well as red. He held them both up. "Which one do you really want, Vladimir?"

"...I prefer the red." he replied honestly. He was going to curse himself later for not being able to lie about everything. Just keeping his secret was going to kill him.

Daemon smiled and gently placed the white wine back into the fridge and closed it. He uncorked the bottle and searched for two glasses. He pulled open several cabinets before he found what he was looking for and poured the wine. He walked over to the table and placed one of the glasses in front of Vladimir then sat down himself. "See, that wasn't so hard to pick."

Vladimir stared at the glass and swallowed as quietly as he could. "N-no it wasn't." he replied with a soft chuckle. While the texture wasn't the same as blood, the color was close enough. He tried to smile over at Daemon to take his mind off. He wasn't at the point where he could hear Daemon's pulse, though if he focused enough he probably could anyway. The sound would drive any hungry vampire mad and Vladimir found a way to block it out. "I trust you didn't stress yourself too much while I was gone?"

Daemon lifted the glass to his lips and took a small sip of the liquid. He looked at Vladimir and smiled softly. "No, Vladimir, I didn't do anything like that. I just did what I could while I had my injured arm trying not to move."

He smiled and began to eat the pasta that they had prepared. His lips closing around the fork before he pulled the pasta off his utensil.

"I'm glad. I was afraid of you getting hurt." Vladimir replied. He picked up the fork and began to move the pasta around on his plate. "By the way, there is something I forgot to mention. I own a horse, Nightwing. He stays in the stable towards the back of the property and has been with the family for many years. I won't ask you to do anything major like change his horseshoes or bathe him while you're injured, but I would appreciate if you leave some hay and some horse feed for him. Also, to see he has water. I can do the maintenance. I forget to feed him, sometimes though...I consider him family. He won't give you any trouble, he's a very laid back stallion and he likes attention and being talked to."

Daemon's fork stopped midway between his plate and his lips. He closed his mouth and placed his form down before he turned his neon greens eyes to the man in front of him. He owned a horse too?! It was like a real old time castle! "Oh wow, you own a horse? I really want to see him and I wouldn't mind doing anything for him. I can take care of his feeding and water. Maybe even some attention of course. I used to own a really attention seeking cat, so I can deal with attention."

He smiled. "After I change your dressings, I'll introduce you to Nightwing."

"for reals?! THat'd be so cool!" he smiled widely and then picked his fork up again to continue eating. He smiled happily as he ate and sipped at his wine, liking the taste of it.

Vladimir smiled as he watched and slowly ate his pasta. Occasionally, he sipped his wine and closed his eyes when he did so. The taste was so much better with chilled wine and he had to close his eyes. It was the color. He'd do anything to replace the wine with the blood from one of the bags, but there was no way he could do that with Daemon so close. Maybe he could pretend to have an episode? No, he already scared the boy with "burning" his hand. He couldn't do that again. He could wait until the evening, before he retired for the night couldn't he?

Daemon looked to Vladimir and noticed the man really enjoyed the wine. He chuckled to himself. He was a rather interesting person. He finished off his meal and his wine. Daemon stood up and took his dishes to the sink and placed them in gently. He turned to the other man. "So, Vladimir, I'll clean our dishes then we can see your horse. I'm actually really excited."

Vladimir finished his pasta and looked over at him. "Thank you. I'll be quick with your dressings."

Daemon nodded and took the man's dishes, placing them into the sink. He began to run the taps and made the sponge suds up. He scrubbed the dishes before he grabbed the towel and dried the plates and utensils. He put them back in their proper place before he rinsed off the sponge. "Okay then, all done."

Vladimir nodded and stood from his chair to walk upstairs to get the dressings. He walked back down the stairs by the time Daemon left the kitchen and he motioned him to follow him into the living room. "Sit on the couch, please."

"Alright then." Daemon made his way to the couch and sat down on the leather seat. He gently rolled up the pant leg on his right leg to where the bit wound was. He sat on the couch, eyeing the violin case he had been introduced to and longed to play the beautiful instrument. He really couldn't wait until Vladimir let him play, but first, he wanted to meet the horse.

Vladimir knelt down before him and pulled up his pant leg, rolling it so it stayed in place before he carefully removed the dressings from the wound on Daemon's leg. The wound was still open. He turned his head to keep himself from inhaling the smell of the open flesh and looked back down when he gained his composure. Just a little longer. He could wait. Vladimir kept himself breathing inward as he replaced the dressing and removed the bandages from the scrapes and scratches that he knew had healed. He then pulled down the pant leg and went about removing the bandages from the small wounds before tending to his arm and replacing the dressing there.

He could heal Daemon quickly. He knew he could. A touch of his saliva was all it took, even a kiss would do. Wait...a kiss? That thought was a little forward. Nevertheless, he couldn't anyhow. How would a human explain that?

Daemon winced every time the wounds were touched. They were still open and new, which made them sore to touch and he really didn't like this kind of pain. He watched Vladimir turn his head when his leg wound was undressed. The open flesh showing the little bit of meat that was just under. He sighed and waited as the man pulled the pant leg down. He didn't know why Vladimir would turn his head. Maybe the guys was squeamish. He waited for the man to undress and redress his arm wound.

"You know. I never realized it before, but you're actually rather pale.. Is it from your blood condition?"

"Yes. Unfortunately, it's something passed down through my family and it's nothing I can control. Bad genes, I suppose is how you put it." Vladimir replied. He stood with the used dressings and the fresh ones and walked into the kitchen. He threw the used ones away before he got tempted to sniff them and set the fresh ones on the countertop.

Daemon nodded and thought about what he could do to help the man out. Maybe he could keep him from doing too much work around the house or something of the sort. He shrugged and stood up, wincing as the newly dressed wound throbbed. He made his way over to the kitchen entryway and looked at Vladimir. "I guess so. I have some bad things about myself too. Mainly the fact that I have suffer from nightmares.."

Vladimir blinked and looked over at him. "Nightmares? Nightmares of what?"

Daemon looked to Vladimir before he looked at the floor, his hands going to his hair automatically. Call it a girly habit, but he had done it since he was young. "Nightmares of anything. I've had nightmares of being forgotten, of drowning, being attacked by something I can't see.... dying..." he whispered the last part. "I guess it's a nightmare any human would have.. one of them dying in some horrible way. I've had nightmares of torture that never ended.."

Vladimir frowned slightly. Night terrors. He'd heard of it, how humans could suffer night after night from nightmares and develop insomnia because they're afraid to sleep. He walked over to Daemon and gently took a hold of a few strands of his hair, lightly playing with it, thinking doing so relaxed the young man since he's seen him do it, "I'll help you concur these nightmares...in anyway that I can."

Daemon's cheeks flared a bit when he realized that he was probably going to put stress on the man if he wound up having a night terror. He looked up to Vladimir and leaned is head into the comforting touch. The man's hand was cold, but still soothing as it gently glided through his inky locks. He smiled at Vladimir. "I appreciate it. Though, you don't have to stress over it. I'm used to dealing with these kinds of things on my own."

"You shouldn't have to deal with these in your own." Vladimir said softly. When Daemon leaned into his touch, he could feel the warmth of his cheek and he almost blushed from the feeling. He'd never touched a human. Well, he had, but never flesh. He never felt the warmth of a human's body before. He found himself in a daze, then he shook his head out of the trance and softly cleared his throat as he lowered his hand, thinking he had made Daemon uncomfortable with his staring. "I'll go get my cloak." he said before exiting the kitchen to retrieve it.

Daemon almost wanted to whine at the loss of the man's hand in his hair. It was really rather comforting. He blushed in the realization that he kind of craved the man's touch again. He didn't know why but hell it was a strong craving. He blinked and tried to get himself out of his own trance. He turned around and walked to the main entryway. "Ah, right. I will... I don't know. I don't have a sweater or something."

Vladimir turned towards him while pulling his hood up. "It's quite cool outside. I think you'll be alright." he said before opening one of the large wooden front doors and walking outside into the sunlight slowly.

Daemon looked at Vladimir and nodded. He liked the sun, he could say, but not enough to go outside all the time. He followed the man out and noticed he was going rather slowly into the sun. This man was just one mystery after another. He shrugged about it and followed him out. "So his name was... ah... what was the horse's name?"

"Nightwing. You can call him Night, for short." Vladimir replied as he walked around the large castle into the back of the property which was just open grass field for Nightwing to roam. The property was closed off with moss-covered wooden fence to keep the forest animals away. He walked with Daemon to the stable where Nightwing was grazing on some fresh hay, nickering softly every now and then. Vladimir opened the gate slowly. "You go first." he said softly. "Walk up to him slowly."

Daemon was getting a bit nervous as they got closer and closer. What if the horse decided it didn't like him and tried to kick him. He'd never met a horse before and didn't even know if they were very nice to strangers. He bit his lip and began to mess with his hair again. He quickly put his hand down when they were close to the stables. He nodded to Vladimir and walked through the little gate, his steps a bit weary. He put one foot in front of the other and tried to keep his racing heart in check. He slowly approached the black stallion, his neon greens fixed on the horse's shoulder.

Nightwing turned his head toward Daemon while chewing on some hay. He slowly backed away from the hay bin and walked towards the young man after he swallowed the hay and he stopped a few inches from him. The scars on the stallion's body were lighter than his fur color, making them stand out, one between his eyes, two on the left side of his long, hard neck, and multiple scars along his sides and flank.

Daemon froze when he saw that Nightwing was getting closer to him, rather than just standing where the hay was. He cautiously lifted his head to look at the stallion's body and finally the face. Daemon was taken aback to see all the scars on the horse's body and neck and face, well everywhere pretty much. He held his hand out, palm up and about shoulder high so he didn't appear to want to hit the poor horse. He spoke to Vladimir in a hushed voice, unsure if the horse would get spooked from him suddenly talking. "Vladimir, how did.. how did all these scars wind up on your horse? There are so many."

Nightwing pressed his muzzle into the palm of his hand in greeting with a soft nicker.

"Hunters...and the wolves put those scars on his legs. Nightwing is a fighter and has protected me from hunters time and time again. Some of them are from traps." Vladimir replied softly. "That's why I consider him family."

Daemon looked to the horse and gently moved his hand from the horse's muzzle. He moved it gently along the side of the dark muzzle and up the head, careful to avoid the eyes. His hand moved gently across the scar between the animal's eyes before he removed his hand. He gently pet Nightwing's neck, running his fingers delicately over any scars. "That's one hell of a horse you have. He must really trust you and love you to do that." Daemon smiled softly at the horse.

"He does. Me and him are close. He was my first horse, as well as my father's." Vladimir replied with a smile.

Nightwing remained still as Daemon petted him. He nickered each time a scar was touched, not out of pain, but because Vladimir avoided to touch them. He forgot where most of them were.

"Maybe he'll let you ride him if he gets to know you better." Vladimir said as he walked into the stall.

Daemon pulled his hand back when he noticed the horse made a noise each time he touched a scar. His eyes showing fear.

"I'm so sorry Nightwing. I didn't mean to touch them. Oh no..."

He backed away from the horse, afraid mainly of the animal since it weight one hell of a lot more than he did and was pretty tall. He always had this fascination with scars, but this was not a good way to get the horse to like him. He stayed away from the black stallion.

"I really don't think he'll want me to touch him.."

Nightwing moved closer to him slowly and nudged against him gently.

Vladimir chuckled softly. "I don't think you were bothering him. I think he forgot he had them." Vladimir walked over and ran a finger slowly along a scar along Nightwing's side, earning the same soft nickering. "See? He doesn't pull away...he's still relaxed."

Nightwing kept his head against Daemon, blinking every once awhile and breathing against his chest.

Daemon had his hands up like he was surrendering to the black stallion but when the horse didn't hurt him, he lowered his hands and gently placed them on the horse's muzzle and under it as well. He gently pet the stallion's muzzle with his right hand and smiled before he lowered his own head to touch his forehead to Nightwing's muzzle.

"I see. You really are a majestic animal, nightwing."

Daemon tilted his head to the side, his templed now on the stallion's muzzle and he looked at Vladimir. "You're so lucky to have an animal like him.." his voice but a whisper.

"I know. He is such a majestic beast, isn't he?" Vladimir said, replying just as softly.

Seeing Daemon with his head against Nightwing's, his hair almost covering his face a little. What was it about this human that had him staring? He almost wanted to go over and brush the hair out of his face just to see his face resting against the stallion's. It was odd for him...the way this human did little things that made him entranced. He never found himself to be attracted to men, but then again he never really had any interest in being with a woman either. The way he reacted when he played with Daemon's hair, he'd never get that out of his head.

Daemon could feel the gaze on him, but for some reason, it only made him want Vladimir to keep staring. It didn't make him uncomfortable or feel creeped out, which was new to him. Normally he hated when people stared. He gently pet the stallion's neck, but never moved his head. His neon eyes closed in content. He could be with this animal forever. It was so comforting. He felt his hair moved to his face and lifted his head and hands to fix it, not liking when the inky strands tickled his nose.

"I could get used to giving you attention all the time Nightwing. You're so calm and relaxed. I can't help but feel that way too."

He cooed to the stallion and then turned his neon greens to Vladimir, giving the man a smile.