After Vlad's things arrived they were taken to his room. He surprising didn't have much. Only two suitcases and a black trunk.

Next, it was dinner time and Asheron was already facing a dilemma. Vlad had placed himself at the head of the wooden table. That was his seat. Usually Asheron wouldn't care about it but this was Vlad, and he was sure he did it on purpose to disrespect him.

Asheron's mouth twitched. He would not be stepped over in his own home.

"Vlad, that seat belongs to me. Someone can bring you a chair so you can join us."

Currently, there were five wooden chairs around the long table, but three of them were for Aloise, Damian, and Asheron, while the other two were place holders for his mother and father.

Vlad was twisting an elegant bronze fork around on the table, he seemed very focused on it.

"I quite like this seat I'm in but," He looked him through dark lashes. "Thank you for your offer."

Although his face was calm, Asheron's hands which had been resting on the table balled into a fist. His nails cut through the table cloth and scrapped the table.

"Ah, father." Damian said quickly. He had taken his own chair and placed it at the other end of the table. "Just...you can sit here."

Asheron withdrew his nails and walked over to Damian's chair. He sought down and stared coldly at Vlad. With a wave of his hand a servant brought another seat for Damian.

A loud and uncomfortable silence filled the dining room. It was finally broken when Aloise bounced through the entrance.

His blonde hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. He wore a sleeveless white button up shirt that was tucked into his knee-length shorts. His blue eyes were covered by thick black shades.

Due to his condition, Aloise' eyes were more sensitive to light than normal vampires.

If he could, Asheron would completely have no lights in the house, but since Damian was human and couldn't see in the dark, the most he could do was dim the lights.

Aloise took his seat across from Damian and smiled. Then turning towards Vlad he nodded. Vlad raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down.

Not wanting to prolong this dinner any longer, Asheron waved his hand. This time four pale maids swept into the dining room carrying bronze trays.

Their black dresses fluttered as they quickly went around the tables placing the trays onto the table in front of Asheron, Damian, Aloise and Vlad.

Vlad watched them with a smirk on his face. A devious glint flashed in his eyes.

The dinner that was served to Asheron, Damian and Vlad was premium steak. Aloise on the other hand, was given a glass of red liquid and a straw. It was a mixture of blood and vitamins.

Aloise reached for it and sipped from the straw silently.

Asheron also began eating. There was no toast or words said. It wasn't as if he could talk freely with Vlad there at the table nor did he want to.

Warm blood gushed from the chunk of meat he placed into his mouth as he chewed. It rushed down his throat, soothing the ever present itch. Asheron licked his lips making sure not to let a single drop be spilt.

Damian, whose steak was thoroughly cooked, was also enjoying his meal. He was cutting piece after piece with his knife and fork. He seemed like he would rather just pick the steak and bite into it with his teeth.

There was Vlad. He studied the bloody steak for a moment before cutting off a piece and throwing it into his mouth. Then he set his fork down onto the plate with a loud clatter.

Everyone looked at him.

Vlad stood without a word, and walked out of the room. His movements were slow, his face was blank. Asheron followed him with his gaze, his eyebrows furrowed.

He had first thought Vlad didn't like the food and was making a show about it. But seeing his odd behavior he thought maybe that wasn't the case.

Damian, who was still chewing on a piece of steak looked at Asheron.

"What was that about?"

"How the hell would I know." Asheron grumbled cutting a piece of his own steak to eat.

Aloise looked between the two of them a few times and then shrugged, continuing to slurp on his blood mixture.