Du erscheinst in meinem Traum
Du liebkost mein schwarzes Herz
Spendest Licht dem Lebensbaum
Du befreist mich von dem Schmerz
"I suppose you're right. From what I've seen and known of them, they never content themselves to stay where they are. Hopefully they will stay themselves for some time yet."
Greed was, naturally, a feeling Nosferatu knew well. It had been the cause of some unfortunate... accidents in the past, yet it had brought some good with it. Had he not learned how to control himself since then? Had not the result of his sinful desire given him an obvious enough warning? Unlike the humans, the old man heeded these warnings - his pride was immense but it was unable to completely overshadow his common sense. Not to say that Nosferatu was not prone to making bad decisions or mistakes, he was not some kind of otherworldly creature like his long fangs suggested, but he believed himself to be better at choosing his fights as well as deciding what action was best fitted for the situation. Though it was foolish to talk about the humans as a single entity, they sure seemed to share most of their less flattering attributes. "Even the moon has been soiled by their presence," said Nosferatu. He had no desire to go beyond Japan, even less the Earth itself. The mixed breed was not by nature an adventurous being, though if going to outer space meant the absence of humans then perhaps he would try to broaden his views slightly.
"I believe there are many that would argue with your words, but I wholly agree with them. I am the pretty lure, the bait, for the trap,"
Oh, Nosferatu was used to others disagreeing with his opinions or views. It was a part of life, and although it was annoying to be surrounded by those with the "wrong" views it didn't matter. As long as one was certain in one's own convictions, then what did it matter if others did not share them? In time they might be converted. The process was slow, but if they saw the success of their enemies, then they would eventually change their ways. Either way, the vampire did not get too worked up over these trifles - it was not like he was out to brainwash those around him, his greed did not stretch that far. It was only concerned with power and blood. "Intriguing." Nosferatu's interest had been piqued by Djavol's words, and though his countenance did not portray his feelings save for a slight, sinister glimmer of his eyes, there was no doubt that his attention had been captured. After all, traps were useful little things, especially living ones, and it was not improbable that Nosferatu had used a few of his own in the past.
"Come and fight me, you think I can't take you? Coward! Such a strong male, maybe we should go and have some fun, Snap."
His interest reached its peak as a wonderful display unfolded before him. The tricks the female used was not wholly unfamiliar to the older male, although he was usually not the seductive kind of vampire it didn't mean that he had not abused his ability to talk smoothly until a female was under his spell, and shortly afterwards beneath his fangs. Nosferatu was subtle, and unless his thirst was throbbing all too violently within him, he enjoyed the foreplay almost as much as the banquet itself, so he would go on dancing with his victim with a mask covering up his face, and most importantly his precious weapons, until the time was right. A slight smirk made its way across his snout upon hearing Djavol's morbid finale to her little act. "A fine display, and an even finer way of acquiring fresh blood," Nosferatu's tongue traced his lips in a suggestive manner. "I assume that a lady such as yourself has no fear when it comes to those with more... exotic preferences in food." Perchance she did fear such, and it was far from an unfounded fear, but chances were that Djavol would not admit her true feelings. Though Nosferatu had no need to depend on others in order to sustain himself, having a companion like the Spitz could prove to be quite useful - it was not unusual for dogs to be wary of the great, dark dog, not to mention scared, but a diminutive female with excellent acting abilities was the perfect bait for almost every situation.
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