Dorian chuckled. "I won't force you to share any details you deem too intimate, no. But trust me, I'd make your life hell with no chance for the sweet release of death should you ever cross me." he laughed, this wasn't a matter to take too seriously. Mina was a woman, prone to fits of emotion and fey fancies, although she was quite alluring in her own way and managed quite well to intrigue him. He knew she wasn't one to be trusted, however, she could just as well torture him in any case. He also knew he had one over her, in terms of advantages. His weakness was miles away, and one that she wouldn't think to ask about anyways if she saw it. On the other hand, she could be killed by the consumption of her heart, and he planned on making her beg for that eventuality should she cross him. "You go first."
Tilting her head at him, Mina said, “If I may say, I am curious as to how you would make my life even more hell than it already is.” Then her mind drifted. “I’ve never tasted the blood of another immortal before…” she murmured, half to herself. “Not bad, minus the beer…”
There was about fifteen seconds of silence before she remembered herself. “Oh. Me?” Suddenly she couldn’t say anything. What was there to tell? Well, a lot, but she did not think it was important or worth mentioning. This was also new; she had never told a living person these kind of things, nevermind anything else about herself in general. She sighed, “It is difficult… it has been so long…”
Dorian chuckled. “I prefer wine, anyways. And take your time, I’m immortal. I’ve got time to spare.” he smiled, but it was not a kind smile exactly. It mimicked the same expression quite closely however. He could pretend to be kind when it suited his fancy, that was quite easy for him. However, being pleasant was harder to fake.
Though she felt some discomfort, his smile eased her mind somewhat. She wanted to believe in the kindness it appeared to show. She wanted to, but there was something tugging in the back of her mind. She had seen how he treated the wolves, she was still wary.
And yet… “You knew of me. Do you know of my… my…” a pause, “my fiancé, Jonathan Harker?” Mina took a breath, apparently out of necessity, and continued, “He was kept prisoner here… by the demon that used to inhabit this place. And he… he was killed by that same creature.”
Dorian nodded. Saying anything would break the illusion of caring, and really all he wanted out of this was some short term entertainment before he killed Mina, most likely. Or at least, left her destitute in her castle, before he found some way to destroy the building and all her life along with it. It was simply a game to Dorian, none of this really mattered. If Mina proved to offer something more long term to fuel that hedonistic fire, he’d probably take it in that case.
“That’s actually where I had gone,” she continued tentatively. “I buried him some ways away from here. And… ah. This is the anniversary of his death. I can’t remember how long it as been… but I visit him at least once a year.”
She was still, a numb feeling creeping into her chest and limbs.
(Meanwhile, van Helsing in the Netherlands somewhere: REESES PUFFS REESES PUFFS EAT EM UP EAT EM UP EAT EM UP EAT EM UP!!!)
(I was just looking back at this and remembered that technically Van Helsing would probably be dead at this point so I’m imagining he’s doing it in his grave)
( @set-myself-on-fire still interested in this?)
(Tbh it feels like our League RP is dead so I don't really see the point? No offense meant, this one was really fun!)
