The manor reminded him of the great palaces during Alexandre’s human years, perhaps that was why the man enjoyed this home so well. Though Azikiwe himself preferred the great castles of the fourteenth century himself. Ah, the days of wars were such sweet things. And the blood so very plentiful with all the great men one could easily suck dry without anyone knowing they died from a vampire and not a human sword.

Though he was an enlightened man, full of great wisdom and knowledge in comparison to the general human or vampire population, Azikiwe greatly missed the barbaric times of the past. He had his own castle once, the color of his skin not a problem considering his size and power. Ah, the battles he fought in those days.

His reminiscent mind took him outside where he surveyed the grounds, walking with his long stride and hands clasped behind his back like a general surveying his troops. How he wished to train once more, heavy armor and troops to command would please him greatly. Perhaps he should enlist in the modern army, the tests could easily be manipulated one needed to get in. And such blood thirty people this modern world had, with a veil of ‘patriotism’ covering it, surely he would find himself on a battlefield in no time. Sad hand to hand combat was a thing of the past.

He was angry. Of course, it was nothing new – it was the strongest emotion his heart held. Maybe if it had something more within it though he wouldn’t be as troubled as he was. With her, she caused so many damned problems. Perhaps it was his own fault for following her even when she wasn’t in his presence, but god damn it.

She wasn’t supposed to be touched. Guys could drool, mortal men were like that, but that one, that stupid blonde little, stoned fuck kissing her outright and she didn’t even seem to fully mind! Wasn’t as if he stayed to watch, leaving that stupid little party he’d been lurking right then and there, back towards that manor as he climbed from that old, black car with a groan. Not even thanking their driver, stupid ghoul he was anyway. Storming off down the road, dark candle lit path guiding his way before he saw him there.

In his way. Azikiwe. Eyes just glaring, not even caring in his blind rage over his little ghoul, fangs grinding together as he moved up behind the man, pushing him aside with a glare. “What are you doing out here?” Powertrip, surely, but Azikiwe was the first he saw and the first he could inflict his anger upon. “Didn’t I ask you to wait in my room, Azikiwe? Did I not?”