Oh, how fun this was! It took the boy a bit longer to return to him than the others. For him to have resisted his calling spoke volumes for his potential. Living for centuries had it's downsides, primarily the tediousness of everyday life. It was from this daily boredom he had started his little collection, his Garden as he called it. Beauties from all walks of life, he had seduced and turned. Teens, adults, men, women, nobles, paupers, white, Asian, mid-eastern, African, none of it mattered to him. Only that they were beautiful, and this human, this Kurama, was the most beautiful he had seen in a couple of decades. Such an unusual appearance he had; his facial features obviously gave away his Asian heritage but his red hair made him quite the anomaly. It would be interesting to learn his story, though he could do so with a single thought, but where was the fun in that? He'd play with the child for a bit, flirt, befriend, gain his trust any way he could. He'd continue to play the kind, caring nobleman for the time being, waiting for the moment to reveal how truly dark and twisted he his intentions really were.

Once the boy was hooked on him, that's when his real fun began. He'd lure the young man into a world of debauchery that would make even the Devil blush. And once he had him completely ensnared, he'd take his mortality.

Oh, how he loved feeling the humans die in his arms only to give rise to a new creature devoid of moral constraints. Fledglings were often slaves to their impulses, indulging things they'd been too afraid to as humans. No longer restrained by fear of disease or harm to their bodies. They especially became more adventurous, sexually, for the first thirty or so years after their turning. Damn, it got his blood pumping thinking of the redhead chained to a wall with whip welts glowing an angry red or pert nipples coated with candle wax as he loosed a stream of wanton moans, begging him for release.

He was so wrapped up in his fantasy he almost missed the boy's mind coming closer. "Master," Alice could hear Karasu's increased pulse and wisely announced themselves before entering. Karasu had moved to his desk to hide his obvious erection from the human's sight. Wouldn't do for him to learn of his interest too soon. He looked up from the papers he was pretending to read, genuinely smiling at the sight of the redhead. "Kurama, this is a pleasant surprise!" Kurama looked away bashfully as he felt heat creep into his face, no doubt his blush was obvious. He was always easy to fluster. "Karasu," he gave a polite bow, one the vampire remembered from a lifetime ago, as a sign of genuine respect. "Please, there's no need for such formalities" Dammit, go down already! He was trying everything he could to rid himself of his arousal. Unfortunately being a vampire and a sadist made the task more difficult than it should have been. "I came because there is something I wanted to ask you", he moved closer to the desk until he stood next to one of the chairs, "may I? He motioned to the seats. "Of course, please," He watched as Kurama tried to get somewhat comfortable. He himself never did care for those seats, he found the cushions to be too stiff and hard. Apparently Kurama did as well.

Finally giving up on comfort, he faced the dark haired man with his eyes downcast, "I'm not sure how to breach this without sounding like I'm accusing you of something, so please take no offence when I ask this. Were you the one who moved me into that house?". Karasu smiled before leaning back into his own chair, "Tell me Kurama, what would you do if I answered yes?" The boy's mind was absolutely racing with a hundred thoughts of how he should answer, and of how he might respond to said answer. "I-," suddenly his mind went silent, "don't know. I just, want to know why."

"Why?", this kid was far too amusing.

"Why would you do that for me? You knew me for a single night and yet you provided me with a new home, craft material, clothes and amenities. But for what purpose? What could you gain from helping someone like me?" Karasu leans forward, folding his hands on the desk. "Kurama, I have an over abundance of wealth, and little source to spend it on. You already saw my home, much of it I inherited from my father. Most of the house is not to my taste, which is why there is an entirely separate wing styled to my liking. And as I have told you, I am opening a theatre house and will be in need of props for the plays. You had mentioned your father was a craftsman, indeed you were able to tell a true coffin from a fake based on the feel of the wood! I was going to speak with you of making some of the props for the performances. There would be times thing would break, such is the nature of used items, and I thought that it would be better to have someone who could make a fake look like a genuine artifact rather than risk destroying precious items. Of course this would mean you would be paid for your time," he trailed off waiting for Kurama to speak.

It didn't take much convincing for the redhead to accept his proposal, after all it was a fantastic deal. He was a tad dissapointed he couldn't convince him to stay for dinner, though he would have much preferred he be the dinner. He watched from the window as Kurama cantered down the front walk.

"Better enjoy living while you can, Kurama. Soon enough, your life will be mine," he chuckled darkly, his eyes glowing with a red gleam.

"Are you sure this is wise?" Angela had seated herself of the arm of one of the chairs, "I mean, should you be choosing him so quickly? Shouldn't you look into his affiliations, possible connections, lineage?" She hopped off her perch and walked up behind him.

"Hn, what's wrong, Angela? Getting jealous in your old age?" he continued to watch the boy until he was oit of sight.

"Ha ha," her tone mocking, "I don't oppose to you turning him, I just don't want another fiasco like we had in Estonia." Her mood always turned dour when she thought of all this fine furs she had to leave behind.

"Hmmm, such a shame. Kaisa was a remarkable woman, sad she didn't live though." The daughter of a prominant family, Kaisa was easily seduced into his bed. however when she learned of his true nature she attempted to reject him. Unfortunately there was a rule his sire had instilled in him since his rebirth: none live who know. He had spent the better half of a decade working on her and after all the effort he ended up having to kill that lovely Plumeria. It'd be different this time, this time he'd make the human so enamored with him he won't care what he was or what he'd make him. No, he'd make him obsessed with him!

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Again, I'm writing this instead of doing homework. -.-u