can a monster really change that much?

[faebysitting]

rook/lilia au where Vampires are a major problem, VtM style type shit with feral lost in the Sauce homies. iykyk

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a first meeting

[faebysitting]

The centuries had not been kind to creatures of the night such as him. The constant nagging desire to divulge in his bloodlust had, at one point, dragged him into the depths of depravity. However, that was not the type of person Lilia Vanrouge was anymore. There still came the obvious urges, the obvious desires, but he'd retired, so to speak, from the bloodthirsty mess he'd been when his ward first came to this world. It was a matter of over a hundred years before he'd come down completely from the intensity of it all, finally able to focus his attention on what mattered to him: helping Malleus adjust to this world, adjust to the idea of taking over the throne once his grandmother steps down. That was the plan, at least, until...

Only four years had passed since the day Lilia had gone into hiding. Vanished, from the sights of anyone aside from his visits to the Castle, as well as one Prince's visits out to his cottage in the middle of nowhere. The previously feared vampire was nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be found, aside from the occasional sightings within a few small villages, the occasional report of a suspicious death that could, possibly, be attributed to vampire activity. There were others in the world, other vampires who could kill as easily as him. That, perhaps, was the only saving grace, keeping him from being found out all too easily.

At least, that's what he expected.

Was it clumsy of him, to avoid wearing those silly large sunglasses on his last trip into town to retrieve necessary supplies? To, when someone mentioned that he looked familiar, be mysterious about it? Would these small slip ups be the end of him? Those thoughts, frankly, hadn't been on Lilia's mind. He figured the large hat was enough, the smile that he offered cheerful and calm. The way he paid for the goods and spoke fondly of a young child he was picking out a small stuffed animal for. All of it must have been enough, to keep the Hunters at bay.

Right?

It's a dark night - he can see the moon shining through one of the open windows, if he looks out, focuses his attention there. No, for now, he was focused on sitting with the small human boy he called his son. Their palms were pressed against each other--

"Oh, my! Look how big your hands are getting. By this time next year, will they be the same size as mine?" Lilia teases the small boy gently, before laughing quietly at the yawn the child tries to hide. Dropping their hands, Lilia pulls him closer in his lap, hand resting against his back as the small boy presses his cheek against him, to rest.

One of the man's pointed ears twitch, as he hears a sound - feels something, approaching. But from where? Had he left the front door unlocked again by accident? Was Malleus here for a surprise visit? No, it felt different, sounded different... Gritting his teeth, Lilia lifts his head, trying to spot what it was, what he felt, what he heard. His hand instinctively rises further on the child, resting against his head as if to protect him.