"Othello." Adrian closed the door behind him.

"Oh?" Othello turned in his chair to face Adrian. He had heavy bags under his eyes and looked restless. His fingers were tapping heavily on the desk beside him as his eyes darted around the room. Something was bothering him. Something bad.

"Is it true that you have defied my orders and were the one to enter the dungeon?" Adrian crossed his arms and stared carefully.

Othello cackled. "Is that what he told you?"

"What?"

"Is that what he told you? Your faithful dog?" Othello snickered and crossed his arms. He dug his nails into them. "I entered the dungeon but Sebastian told me I could. He said I was to be in charge of feeding the poor thing."

Adrian didn't respond. He could never read Othello's intentions. "Why are you so restless?" he asked, staring at Othello's bouncing knee.

"Blood...lust," he mumbled.

"What?"

"Bloodlust," Othello spoke up a bit. "I've got a case of bloodlust..."

"Bloodlust? But that's not-" Adrian's eyes narrowed and he grabbed Othello's neck in his hand. He peered down at him and glared viciously. "You drank his blood?"

"Unfortunately, only once," Othello forced out. He didn't fight back against Adrian. He just allowed it to happen. If Dracula wanted him dead, that was that. "I licked him out of curiosity...to know why he smelled sweet...and now..."

"Bloodlust," Adrian's eyes widened and he let go of Othello. Othello brought his hand up to his mouth and bit down. His eyes darted around the room more crazed than before.

"Stop," Adrian said, reaching out to separate Othello's hand from his mouth. "Stop," he repeated.

"I need...blood..."

"Bloodlust shouldn't be real. It's just a myth...so why?" Adrian grabbed Othello's hand and forced it away from his mouth.

"Vincent is..." Othello's eye twitched. "Vincent is not an average human. His blood has aged like fine wine. It smells sweet because it isn't young..."

"Then, time travel has done that to him?"

"Possibly, but he is dangerous."

"My mate is not dangerous."

"Yes," Othello bit his nails as his eye twitched more. "Yes, he is. His scent of sweetness hasn't changed even though he has gained vampire qualities. What if his personality changes too? What if you've turned him into something even more dangerous than he already is? If he can cause bloodlust then..."

"My mate is not dangerous," Adrian glared down at Othello.

"I'm so thirsty...so thirsty..."

"Uhm..." Blavat poked his head out from behind a curtain in the corner. "Would it help if I offered my blood?"

"What?" Othello glanced over but continued biting his nails.

"I'm technically human...I might not be as fancy as Vincent but I still produce blood on the daily." Blavat stepped out from behind the curtain and walked towards Othello. He didn't smell as bad as other humans but he also didn't smell as good as Vincent. It was a smell somewhat in the middle.

"I would advise against that," Adrian raised his hand. "You might drink too much if you start. Besides, drinking blood is too intimate for individuals that barely know each other."

"You sound like an old man," Othello snickered. "Casual drinks exist, you know, but the drinking too much blood is a viable argument."

The sweet scent of Vincent's blood drew nearer and nearer. The door opened and Vincent stepped through. Othello jumped up and ran into the corner, trying very hard not to pounce on Adrian's newfound mate.

"What are you doing here?" Adrian asked, wondering why Vincent had ended up in this place.

"I sensed you were here," Vincent admitted, then looked towards Othello, "and also that I was needed.

"He is not going to drink your blood," Adrian's nails grew in length as his eyebrow twitched with slight rage.

"Is that so?" Vincent smirked. "I had no intention of offering it."

"Oh," Adrian visibly relaxed.

"I just wished to remove the effects," Vincent walked towards Othello and placed his hand on his forehead. It only took a moment or two before Othello calmed. Twitching nerves erased completely.

"That is a nasty ability," Othello frowned.

"It's only because you licked me. Apparently, now that I've changed, my blood has too, which means anyone that has-" Vincent paused. Sebastian had licked his blood fifty years ago. Was that too long? Would it cause the same effects as it had in Othello? Vincent placed his hand over his mouth and smirked slightly. This could be very interesting.

"I don't like the look in your eyes," Othello muttered.

"I wouldn't like the look in my eyes either, if I were you," Vincent's eyes lit up slightly.

"What are you plotting?" Adrian poked Vincent's cheek.

"Am I plotting something?"

"You certainly have the look about you of a human that is plotting something."

"Ah, but am I a human?" Vincent raised his finger and pointed at Adrian, then poked his nose.

"They really like to touch each other's faces," Blavat whispered to Othello. Othello replied to him by poking one of the star-like hair clips.

"I suppose poking things is entertaining."

Blavat frowned slightly and returned the favor by poking the center of Othello's glasses and pushing them up on the bridge of his nose. The two stared at each other intently, eyeing each other up and down, and then ultimately began something of a poking war.

"Those two are a bit odd, aren't they?" Adrian looked to Vincent.

"I find them quite endearing."