October 1, 1895 - the Velvet Veil, London

Gilbert rolled his shoulders as he strode through the door of the Velvet Veil and it felt like coming home— or at least as close to it as England could. It had been a few months (no— years? perhaps) since he’d been back. Not since Ms. Voss had so rudely turned against him and Gilbert decided that killing her would be a waste of talent, all for the fucking witch to off and get herself killed anyway! Now there had been a true waste of pure, delicious blood that he’d denied himself. Scheiße! Even just the thought made him grow irritable all over again. (Restraint had never been a facet of his personality; and thus fate proved it should remain as such.) But the Velvet Veil… well. It was as much investment to Gilbert as it was insurance. A place to see and be seen, for what he was, and feared as such. It was an excellent little front for business too, and a pleasurable one at that.

The clientele had changed over somewhat since his last visit, Gilbert noted as he strode through his once familiar domain. New faces and old jumped out at him, familiar scents and newly minted ones like a buffet on offer. But he did allow himself just the one rule here and that was not to sample the decor. One never knew that a face seen here might not one day end up on his payroll anyhow, or on the other end as a client. It was bad for business and frankly unprofessional. And if there was one thing Gilbert Prussenit prided himself on it was his business-savvy.

Seeing as he was here to be entertained however, all thought of business was left to the side as he paused just by the main bar. Up on stage there was a graceless show being made of a woman Gil didn’t recognize. It seemed the staff had turned over in his absence as well. He eyed the shrimp for a moment, trying to find some elegance to her movements, but there was none. With a distasteful wrinkle of his nose, the vampire turned his back and made small talk with the poltergeist behind the counter. (They had a mutually beneficial exchange and sometimes he made a deal to slip the ghoul some fresh blood to serve the more diverse sorts, though Gilbert generally brought his own.) He then gave a short nod of appreciation as a red wine goblet was placed in front of him and made no little show of pouring something thick and viscous out of a flask that he carried in his breast pocket. It was cold now, unfortunately, but thus was the nature of being coldblooded.

It was at that moment that Gilbert noticed, just as he made to tuck his flask back into his waistcoat, a new face on the other side of the bar. Now here was a creature much more interesting than the one up on that stage. Smirking lightly to himself, Gilbert sashayed over. He came up from behind the other and - without allowing for much personal space because that wasn’t who he was - he leaned up against the bar to the man’s left. “Grüß dich,” he greeted, voice drawling and sultry. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

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Ahn-Bo Jeong

To say that the evening he had spent with Jin-a had been life-altering would have been dramatic. It wasn't as if it was their first time, though circumstances made it infrequent. They had known each other since childhood, having been best friends for years before it turned—or perhaps they realized—that there was something more. After Ahn-Bo had contracted his 'condition', their innocent relationship had been twisted into something dark and distorted.

It was difficult to believe they had spent a decade like this. Though Jin-a hadn't said it during that particular cloudy afternoon, Ahn-Bo had felt it. Something pure, and strong, and fragile. Something that felt like it could have been, had things been different. They both knew that it would be crushed beneath the Collector's heel before it even had a chance. It was terrifying for the werewolf to even think over. There was no room for hope and wistfulness in this life.

And yet... he couldn't forget it. For a moment, just a tiny moment, things between them had felt right like it used to. As another week went by, Jin-a was far more clingy and affectionate, and Ahn-Bo would do what he could to show his adoration. It wasn't enough. It was never enough. He'd had a bite and now he was hooked on the future that had been stolen from them. By the week after that, he was furious. Why shouldn't they be allowed to have that rightness for themselves?

Finally, Ahn-Bo had come to one realization: there was a singular person (at least from his perspective) that was keeping them from it. They weren't weak, powerless children anymore. Why should they allow a man to continue to pull their strings? Surely, if the five of them (six, if they could convince Eun-Ho to help) went up against one man, they could overpower him. The Collector was ten years older as well. Surely, he wasn't as strong as he'd once been.

The others were far too fearful to do anything of the sort... so it was at this frustrately helpless realization that he had seated himself at the bar of what had quickly become his favorite haunt, sipping on whatever drink the poltergeist had served. It was doing its job to smooth the pointy edges of irritation he'd had, though not entirely.

The sudden body that was to his left had him glancing over. Immediately, Ahn-Bo noticed that there wasn't any warmth radiating from the man's body. He was intimately familiar with something similar; though Jin-a was cool to the touch, he did still have body heat. This man was all ice—though he appeared just as young as Ahn-Bo and his brothers, he was well aware that looks could be deceiving. This man was undoubtedly a vampire. Jin-a would have hated him from the moment he'd appeared for that fact alone. He carried himself with an air of importance that was so opposite of his vampire at home, that it piqued his curiosity. Jin-a was the only vampiric-like being he'd ever had experience with.


The werewolf quirked the corner of his mouth in response. Crossing his right arm over his drink, he offered a handshake. "We haven't, which is clearly a travesty. I'm Ahn-Bo Jeong."

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The man’s response to him was immediate, as most were. Gil made no secret of what he was to anyone, proud of it and rather thinking vampires much better than the lesser scum on the bottom of his shoe that humans tended to be. But he flashed a pointed grin to help the kid along. He was cute, and he looked young. Probably inexperienced with the more interesting side of life. The response that came out of his mouth however was so much more than Gilbert could have expected.

A wider, pointier grin stretched across the vampire's face. Jeong. It wasn’t a name Gilbert was familiar with so he must be new. Accepting the kid’s handshake, he smirked slightly. “I’m pleased to hear it,” he responded. “Gilbert.” Just Gilbert, for now. Pulling out a stool next to his new friend’s, Gilbert settled himself and placed his glass of blood on the bar. The viscous liquid dribbled down the sides it had sloshed unlike any wine in existence. He’d picked up the distinct note of an accent on Jeong’s voice, though he couldn’t place where it was from. Curiosity prickled at the vampire’s long memory and so he stated more than asked: “You’re new here. To the Veil or to England as well?”

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Even if Ahn-Bo tried his best to blend in, he wouldn't have been able to do so. His look, his posture, his accent, and his subtle discomfort in the clothes he liked the look of but not the feel—any single one of them would have given him away. Besides, it seemed the magical community here was rather tight-knit. Most knew each other already. It was no surprise that this was brought up now. It had been a recurring topic here at the Veil, in fact. He didn't mind. Being notably different was a compliment.

Though he'd been expecting it, the man's handshake was so much colder than his brother's. An involuntary shiver wiggled up his spine. Gilbert. Was the man so infamous that he was able to merely go around and introduce himself as the Gilbert? If so, Ahn-Bo found it rather impressive. Unable to help his curiosity, he took a solid glance at the goblet nearby. It was very obviously not wine. Jin-a would have begun to hiss. Though Ahn-Bo had never actually seen a vampire drink blood so openly. Usually, he hardly thought about it when it came to his brother. They'd discussed it once as children, and then never again. It popped up now and then during their trysts, but it was never directly addressed. Yet for some reason, the idea of Gilbert drinking it did bring along a sense of wrongness.

"I'm new to both—although it may be presumptuous of me, but I believe I am well on my way to becoming a regular here." Ahn-Bo grinned. "You don't seem new to either. Have any tips for the rookie?" He lifted a playful brow along with his glass and took a long drink.

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Gilbert’s somewhat friendly grin turned predatory at Jeong’s visible shudder on touching him. So far, he liked how this one reacted to him. He didn’t seem scared, even as he glanced at the glass of blood. His pulse was steady (if a smidge fast) and his expression was inquisitive. If he was disgusted, he did a good job of hiding it— not that Gilbert would have been surprised. Humans were so easily off put.

Jeong’s response did not give the detail Gil had been hoping for as to his background, but it did steer them in a new direction. He raised a brow. “A regular, hm?” It would seem he might be seeing a lot of the new recruit then. “The only tip I can give you is to stay on the right side of the wrong sort,” he gave a small smirk and looked Jeong up and down. “And so far, you’re doing a good job of it.”

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The air between them had shifted slightly. Just enough that the hair on the back of his neck stood. Not once had he ever felt like prey around Jin-a, even when there was blood—his own specifically—involved. This felt altogether different.

His ears felt hot from the once over Gilbert had given him. The wrong sort indeed. Tread lightly. So obviously, Ahn-Bo cracked a joke. "Seems I'm a natural." And then: "What brings you here this evening? Business or pleasure?"

  

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“So many questions,” Gilbert heard himself declare as the very obvious response of ‘pleasure’ died on his tongue. He could feel the way Jeong’s ears heated even if it hadn’t been visibly obvious and he grinned, lifting the glass to his lips and taking a small sip. It did enough to curb the itch that was starting to twitch behind his eyes. “Tell me, Mr. Jeong, do you have anywhere to be this evening? Do you care to indulge a lonely soul with your life story somewhere a little more… private, than this?”

If his eyes darted up and down again, it was only to make his suggestion obvious. Gilbert didn’t know, or particularly care, what the man’s inclinations were. He really was just curious about Jeong’s past and his story. But all the better if he could get some entertainment out of it. He could find the answers he sought in many ways but this was the most interesting. And the most direct.

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If this vampire didn't kill him, the one at home certainly would. It was a terrible idea to go somewhere private with this man Being. Ahn-Bo was physically fit, strong, and had a good eight or so inches on him... but even he wasn't idiotic enough to believe that he would survive Gilbert if he had ill intent. Hopefully, curiosity wouldn't kill the cat (or werewolf, in this instance.)

"It's a long and unpleasant tale, I'm afraid," he sighed theatrically. "I wouldn't want to put a damper on your evening." It was only polite to warn him, after all. (And also, some part of him had to at least put up a tiny bit of a protest, didn't it?) Though Ahn-Bo had thus far kept his condition concealed, he was well aware that the vast majority of beings with heightened senses could detect what truly lied beneath. With a vampire as terrifying as Gilbert, there was no uncertainty that his secret had already been compromised.

Jin-a would kill him for this. He absolutely loathed vampires, to the point that he denied many of his own baser instincts. Personally, Ahn-Bo had never believed it was any of his business. If Jin-a wanted to accept his non-human half, then he would encourage him. If he wanted to act as if it wasn't there, then he'd support that as well. (Obviously, the latter was Jin's present choice.) The only thing the werewolf was concerned with was being encouraging enough that perhaps one day, the vampire wouldn't hate himself so much. Perhaps, if Ahn-Bo spent time with a whole vampire, he would have better context for how his brother felt. "Though I'd be willing to share, for the price of one more glass." He lifted his empty cup slightly above the bar top.

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Gilbert expected some modicum of protest given that most humans had a self preservative instinct. Some were less clever than others, and some were so scared they’d tremble right off their stool and out of whatever hole Gilbert had crawled into. But not this one. This one sighed and made a show of his lament and it only intrigued the vampire more. “Trust me, liebe, you couldn’t dampen my evening if you tried.”

The grin that curled around his teeth was tucked back into his glass as Gilbert took another sip. He waited to see if there would be more; sometimes there was, sometimes there wasn’t. Humans, for how slow and measly they were, needed time to process and puzzle and deliberate. Normally this time would make him impatient and frustrated but, maybe, Gil was softening in his old age. He really didn’t want to be rude, in any case.

His patience was (thankfully) rewarded as the little human came around. His heartbeat quickened, almost as if he was doubting he’d made the right choice but eager nonetheless. Gilbert laughed, a soft breathy little sound. “Of course,” he responded, making to stand. “You can have as much of whatever you’d like.” And he meant it. (Gilbert was nothing if not charitable.)

He made a little gesture for the human to follow him and began to lead in the direction of the private section. Gilbert had a specific little room he liked to frequent and the staff all knew it. Just like his opera box five at the theatre that he guarded jealously, he had his private rooms here. (Always paid for and reserved even if unused.) The giantess that guarded the corridor gave him a nod and Gilbert, polite, acknowledged her back. He didn’t normally make time for lesser beings but staff anywhere had always been his eyes and ears so he was indulgent, if nothing else.

The room was somewhat reminiscent of Nachzehrer Haus in its broody, gothic decor. He’d invested a little extra to have it adorned to his particular tastes and whims. The chaise, for example, had come from his beloved Prussia and the chandelier he’d rescued from an opera fire in Paris sometime around 1632. Trifles really, but sentimental all the same. “Have a seat wherever you’d like,” he instructed, rounding the door and giving it a kick closed. A house elf appeared in the space where a doorstop might have resided. “And feel free to ask for anything,” he added, flashing Jeong a toothy smile. “And I do mean anything.”

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Without prompting, the poltergeist slid another full glass across the bar top toward him. Ahn-Bo caught it easily as he slid off the barstool. Though the walk to the private room was short, he couldn't stop from hearing Jin's voice chanting, "This is a terrible idea' and 'don't do this' and 'he's going to kill you.' The werewolf chose to ignore it by sipping his beverage.

The room that he was led to hadn't been anything like he'd expected. The decor of the club was rich, but it paled in comparison to this. It was dark and moody, with more shadows than light. The gilded chandelier dipped low, looking like a genuine antique. Not that Ahn-Bo was familiar with European architecture. Based on what he'd seen the last few months, he could sense that these had been around for centuries. (Presumably like the vampire that had brought him here.) His dark eyes were wide as he took it all in. This was a room he could see Jin appreciating. It was just as broody as he was.

His gaze landed on a comfortable-looking chaise. He strode across the room and settled himself in it. "Did you employ a decorator for this, or did you do it yourself?" his tone was sincerely curious.

  

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Gilbert watched as Jeong settled himself on the chaise and looked around. He didn’t make use of the house elf that was, really, here for him more than for Gil himself. (He didn’t tend to need much he didn’t himself supply.) It was a point, perhaps, in the little human’s favor. Neediness had never been one of Gilbert’s favorite things.

Humming in amusement at the question, Gilbert gave a nonchalant shrug. “I’ve collected a lot in my years. It helps to have somewhere to put it all,” was his only response.

Coming around the door to where there was a built in bookshelf tucked along the near side of the room, he began to rummage around in the cabinets underneath. Most of them were empty and remained as such, but a few had some random accoutrements he’d left behind here and there. Gilbert was looking for something specific as he felt around in the dark… ah! “Here we go.” He pulled towards himself a jar of old licorice snaps. The pointed, prickly little magical candies were his favorite to watch humans eat. And if they got pricked and bled, well— he was more than happy to help them clean it up.

Tucking the jar under his arm and placing it on a glass table in front of the chaise, he made a gesture as if to say ‘help yourself.’ Then he leaned up against a leather armchair opposite Jeong. “So,” he crossed one arm under the other holding his glass to his face. “Your long and unpleasant tale…” It was a prompt accompanied by a slight raise in eyebrow. They had all the time and privacy in the world now.

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Ahn-Bo found himself nodding along. It seemed like a perfectly reasonable response. He supposed if he had bothered to have any prized possessions, he would want a central location for them all too. It was with sharp attention that he observed Gilbert's movements. Rather than a weapon or something else equally dangerous, he withdrew a simple jar of what appeared to be a sweet of some kind.

The glass clinked as it was set on the table before him. In Joseon culture, it would have been considered impolite for a guest to refuse the offering of food or drink. Fortunately, they weren't in Joseon. (Ahn-Bo wasn't particularly fond of social etiquette anyhow.)

Grinning, he nodded his acknowledgment but made no move to take any. He had no idea what they were, and he wasn't about to test it out when he was alone with what was likely a very old and certainly intimidating vampire. His umma and nursemaid had always told him not to take any food—particularly sweets—from strangers. It was something taught to all children of the court, though it was the princes and princesses that were the ones most likely at risk of poisoning.

Ahn-Bo allowed himself to be prompted, beginning with a theatrical tone as if he were telling a child a bedtime story. "Long, long ago, when the tiger used to smoke," he began, reciting the beginning of every childhood fairytale he knew. He paused for a moment, and his voice returned to normal as he resumed with: "Well, not that long ago for you, I gather. My family was part of the royal court in Joseon. After I finished with my studies, I was expected to follow my father's path and become an officer. The English have something similar." He waved his hand dismissively, "I angered my parents so badly that they tossed me out, instead. Fortunately, a friend's father was willing to take me in."It felt wrong to call Jin just a 'friend'... there really wasn't anything else appropriate to say.

"His father is a collector of sorts, considering he collected a few other boys around our age. He trained us up as performers, and we became fairly renowned," he smirked as he hedged around the details. "As you already know Gilbert, with fame comes wealth and power. Certain people aren't equipped to handle those things reasonably. Lo and behold, my adoptive father was one of them." He paused to provide a casual aside. "(Greedy.) Evidently there's more wealth in this country than ours, so now we're here. I don't know if you've ever been married, but it seems if you marry into a wealthy family, you get wealthier from a..." His mind fumbled for the English word. Finally, he settled on, "Dower. And thus, our story ends." He gave the vampire a mild grin and took another gulp of his drink.

  

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Gilbert settled in, sliding himself into the seat across from his guest as Mr. Jeong began his tale. He studied the other’s handsome features, noticing every twitch and tick of the way he moved, breathed, and spoke. In Gilbert’s many years he had come across quite a lot of humans and he’d taken up a bit of a hobby creating personality profiles for them of all the silly details he noted that were not as obvious to the untrained, or uninterested eye. Mr. Jeong, for all his bluster, seemed like the type of character to want to present an easy-going, carefree facade even in the worst of situations. Gilbert admired this about him to a degree. It was cute, until it wasn’t.

His story made sense… with some gaps. Gilbert wasn’t naive enough to believe that Jeong was telling him the whole truth so easily, and besides— humans had their tells. A flicker of the pulse here, an indeterminate pause there. But the overall arc seemed rather more interesting than he’d anticipated to begin with. “That sounds awfully indecent, collecting boys,” Gil drawled with a chuckle. He collected a great many things himself but he’d never made a habit of keeping people around. He’d never had the patience. If they were all performers though… then: “What do you do?” he asked, interested. “Performance wise, that is?” It was all fine and dandy to call oneself a performer but to a real patron of the arts, who had spent the better part of the last hundred years a sponsor of this theatre or that artist, those words meant something.

The way Jeong said his name however, with his softened accent around the Germanic consonants, was soothing to Gil’s ear. He found he rather liked it in a way that was similarly quite indecent. He huffed a humorless laugh at the suggestion that he’d ever been married and took another sip of his drink. In the end, he merely replied, “I think the word you’re searching for is dowry,” with a grin. “And yes, I do hear that is one way to make one’s fortune.” Not that he needed any more money or had ever thought to acquire it by such banal means. “So in the end, you’re also on the hunt for a wife?” he summed up, tidily. How boring.

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Ahn-Bo chuffed darkly at the vampire’s comment. Collecting children was nefarious any way you looked at it, especially if you were going to extort their ‘abilities’ for your own benefit. “Indeed,” he agreed simply. He didn’t want to provide too many details of the others without their permission. He merely waved his hand at Gilbert’s sharply curious questions. “We stood around mostly.” In cages he didn’t add. Although there were others who were more interesting outside the cages. He definitely didn’t want to discuss that either. Some of those things were still happening and it was very, very real.


It seemed he’d been somewhat entertaining to the stranger, which was exactly what he’d been going for. He had promised him a story, hande he? Ahn-Bo was not one who half-assed his promises. His performance had been satisfactory.


He rolled his eyes at the last question. Not at Gilbert, but at the ridiculous situation he and his brothers were now in. “Supposedly. Though I find myself here more often than not, instead.” Ahn-Bo peered at the vampire over the rim of his glass. “What’s your story Gilbert? It’s certainly longer than mine.” Given the whole long life-span of a vampire thing.

  

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The dismissal that they’d ‘mostly stood around’ caught Gilbert’s curiosity like a hooked trout. There had to be something more to this story if there wasn’t a specific talent to exploit. A feature or curse perhaps? The questions chased themselves around in his mind but he took a deliberate sip of his drink and swallowed them down. He was growing to like Jeong. There would be time to find out more yet.

As they moved on to discuss marriage, the deliberate eye roll Mr. Jeong gave him made something spark behind green eyes. He wasn’t enthused about the prospect of marrying, or the chase apparently. That much was obvious. Strange though, Gilbert couldn’t help but think. Usually those as… well blessed as Mr. Jeong found some amusement in the attention they received on the social scene. He’d experienced enough of the very like to have gathered as much in his many years. There was something else then. Or someone keeping him from it, because his personality seemed to fit the mold quite tidily otherwise.

They switched topics somewhat abruptly then, but Gilbert couldn’t help circling back to offer (rather generously he thought) — “Well if you’re ever in need of a distraction, you now know where to find me.” And then he eased himself back into the chaise with a thoughtful sigh. Jeong wanted his story. What portion, reality or fiction, was he in the mood to tell?

“My story is a lot less interesting than yours,” Gil hummed, studying the human over his nearly empty glass. “I’ve lived, I’ve seen, I’ve amassed, and I’ve destroyed— rather a lot actually. Is there anything in particular you’re curious to know?” They’d never leave this room if he blabbered on about his whole life and, if he was honest, Gilbert wasn’t even sure he remembered parts of it. He studied Jeong’s face intently as the question landed though, curious to see what he might be looking to learn. Was it a specific time in history? His abilities? The murders? (Because Mr. Jeong wasn’t naive enough to believe there were no murders, surely.) Gil was feeling generous and open. Maybe, depending on how entertained Jeong kept him, he’d be willing to share some truths.

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Thankfully, the vampire didn't pry into his vague response. The topic moved on, though not before Gilbert made his proposition. Ahn-Bo grinned and lifted his glass in a salute. "I'll make sure to keep that in mind." At the moment, he wasn't entirely certain if he would ever take him up on the offer. Not for more intimate sessions, at least.

He already knew that was a terrible idea. Partly because he was still reeling from his strengthened attachment to Jin, the thing between them that had solidified just a few days ago. It was fresh and new and terrifying, and he didn't quite know what to do with it. The other part of the decision was that he was sure that Gilbert would have no issues with killing him—his lethal energy dripped off him so intensely it was nearly visible. The werewolf wasn't entirely sure he wouldn't kill him after this conversation. Besides, there was only one vampire he'd allow to drink his blood, and it certainly wasn't this terrifying one.

"Mmm..." he hummed thoughtfully, idly swirling the remaining liquid in his cup. What did he want to know from a being that had been living for (presumably) centuries? Ahn-Bo took a long sip of his drink, the alcohol dulling the ache in his chest only slightly. He had many questions, some that were likely too personal for the time being. In the end, he settled on: "What's the story that brought you here? What are you on the hunt for?"

  

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