A Rough Start

[Nikolai Gruskov]

Nikolai slouched against the truck. It had been a long day of nothing. He had seen nothing, not even a rabbit, or deer. Batyr had not found anything either: usually the Liaka would at least scent a vole, or bear. Nothing. Discouraged, Nikolai opened his sack and pulled out the bread he had brought. Ripping some off the loaf, he stood up and looked around him.
The sun was starting to set. Nikolai had parked atop a hill, one that forest surrounded, making the hill look almost like a bald spot in the middle of the forest. There was a sort of road that stretched in either direction of the hill; it led back to Nikolai's cabin. Sighing, Nikolai got back into the truck and started to drive down the road.
At the bottom of the hill, Batyr suddenly started to growl, which was unusual for the fiercely loyal dog. Not loud, just a soft growl, like a warning that was only meant to be heard by his master. Suddenly Nikolai's defences were raised. Just as Batyr trusted Nikolai, Nikolai trusted his only companion. Looking deep into the bush beside him, Nikolai became unaware of the setting sun. Soon it was black, and only the headlights were illuminating the road in front of him.
Suddenly, the truck ran over a hole, forcing Nikolai to adjust his steering, pulling to the right hard as the hole jammed his wheels to the left. His truck careened to the left, and into the bush. Just as Nikolai started to wrest control of the vehicle back into his hands, the truck hit a fallen log, flipping the truck.

As he became aware of his surroundings again, Nikolai immediately looked towards the passenger seat, looking for Batyr. His heart leapt when he saw that his dog was not there. Frantically, he looked around, and realized he was upside-down. He gently unclipped himself, and crawled out, miraculously unscathed, apart from a gash on his forehead from when the truck hit the log. He grabbed the flashlight from the glove box and immediately started to look for his dog.
Not far off, he heard whimpering, that of his dog.
“Batyr!”
Nikolai ran down to his dog, to find that the dog had a large cut down its flank.
“Batyr, Batyr I am so sorry.” Nikolai cooed to his dog, “We will find you help, I know.”
As Nikolai carried the dog back to his truck, he knew that there was no way he was going to be able to get back tonight.

[Anastasia Romanov]

Home sweet home.  She stepped out onto the street once the sun had set.  Her long brown hair she had dyed from it's beautiful strawberry blond.  She couldn't allow herself to be recognize, and her ability to speak any language helped her remained a bit hidden.  She could deter anyone who claimed she looked like the supposed 'late' Grand Duchess Anastasia, she just brushed it off as coincidence, for any Russian who knew would have a heart attack if they knew the actual Grand Duchess was standing before them.

A cool breeze blew against her pale skin as she moved out into the street pulling the fur jacket snugly against her body.  She couldn't feel hot or cold, but she needed to act like it, lest there a hunter around.  She made her way to the bar, stepping inside with a gust of wind. 

Brilliant blue hues looked at the patrons, before settling on a drunkard.  She winced, but she knew she needed to feed soon.  Besides, there were no young men in the bar, her favorite to torture. 

She Stepped over to the bar, pulling the fur jacket off and seeing it on the stool where she then sat upon it.  With the removal of the jacket she revealed a red corset covered with black lace that wound down the front, a black ribbon tying the corset tight akin her body.  Her black skin tight weather pants showed off the curves of her body.  The knee high black heeled boots, clicked against the wood floor of bar.  She sat next to the man as a group of rowdy young men stumbled into the bar.  She shifted her blue optics in that direction looking then up and down.  There was a blond haired man, who looked quite appitizing.  She stood from the bar and stalked towards the man, her forward approach never failing her yet...well and her ability to Mesmerize people.  Tweaking his memory to shit her needs it took her only 15 minutes to convince him to come away with her.  She led him away from the bar, to the flat where she was staying.

To anyone else they would have looked like a frisky couple after having a good time.  They leaned against a wall, kissing quite passionately their hands running all along each others body, her ran her fingers up into his hair and yanked his head back biting down into his neck taking a drink of blood as he moaned and rubbed against her in pleasure.  She took a sip and licked the would closing it up, before she licked her lips and her slammed her roughly against the wall, pulling her legs up around his waist, as he kissed her all over, full aroused by her feeding.  He moaned loudly as he rubbed against her body, before she pushed off with her feet she had placed down, slammed him against the wall and drank some more, the male touching her rear, and moaning as he pressed against her body. At the quick glance it would appear to be a very erotic situation, but if one was to closely look they would notice it wasn't. She fed till her throat was wet, before throwing him against the wall.

The knock to the man's back of the head made his eye brows furrow as he looked upon her.

"you look so familiar, where have I met you before?"

He asked, causing her to pause. She turned and walked away as the human racked his brain.

"Nastyia."

A voice spoke behind her causing her to pause. It has been almost a hundred years since that nick name had been spoken. She glanced over her should to see the man standing up off the wall. With a flick of her wrist, a scream of agonizing pain coarse through his body as she forced pain into his body.

She turned and fled back into the wilderness towards a cavern she had fashioned to be her place of sleep. Crashing sounds caused her pause, as she glanced about. She shrugged and continued before a male voice broke the silence.

She froze in her tracks, glancing about. She moved towards the sound freezing at a large tree to glance at the scene before her. Aw, a man and his four legged companion, she could almost gag. Her eyes widened in shock as she smelt the death on the man. A hunter. She would be smart to stay away from him. What a thrill it would be to hunt a hunter....and how delicious, if only she had some marshmallows and a lighter. She grinned for a moment and slunk back into the woods.

She messed her hair, stuck a random leaf in it, and displayed anguish on her face. She knew her lips would be blue, the blood she had just taken, wouldn't satisfy her need, and the hemophilia, made it harder for her to heal, she would have to be careful. She pulled the fur tight around her body and started the human motion of shivering. She paused and thought. Using her nails, she placed two puncture marks in her neck, like fans, the blood pouring out, another symptom of the hemophilia, her blood didn't clot. After a few seconds she clasped her hand to her neck, and called out.

"help me! Somebody help me!"

She screamed in a terrified voice as she ran, human speed through the trees, crashing through the brush towards the man. She spotted him and cried out running to him, blood pouring out her neck.

"Help me please, please. He's gonna come after me."

She cried throwing herself at the man's feet, her body shaking from apparent cold. She looked up to him and pleaded to him with her eyes.

[Nikolai Gruskov]

Batyr was severely hurt. The gash ran deep along his side. With little light and minimal first aid equipment, Nikolai could only wrap a spare shirt around his dog, in order to slow the bleeding.
Nikolai could not imagine how he could have been so careless, greedy for the hunt. Usually he could find at least one animal, but not today. And why had Batyr

growl

Again the low rumble escaped Batyr's throat. Nikolai quickly reached for his pistol, picking it up in both hands, and scanned the bushes. It wasn't long before he could hear screams coming from the forest. Frowning he lowered his weapon.
A good hunter uses all of his senses. As she approached, he noted that she ran nimbly through the forest, crashing through the bush yes, but always lightly. Batyr's growls grew more intense as the woman approached. Immediately Nikolai could see why: the blood gushing from her neck: she had been bitten by a Vampyre. She had picked the right person to come to; anyone else could have caused confusion and disbelief.
“Here, this will slow the bleeding.” Nikolai said as he handed the shivering form a bit of torn shirt, “Push this against your wounds, it will help. I have no medicine for you, so you must apply enough pressure to keep it from bleeding.”

Nikolai had many questions for her, but for now he needed to wait to see if this Vampyre would come running after his recent victim. Probably not, as Vampyres tend to bite then run, and they could smell him as a Hunter, one that would not hesitate to kill them.
He shushed the woman, and listened deeply into the night. They waited in this silence for not very long, as his gut told him there was no Vampyre coming. “Always trust your gut” His fathers words echoed in his head. He turned to the woman and got a good look at her for the first time that night. He sat down in front of her.
Immediately he felt something was wrong with her appearance. He wracked his brain, and realized that her messy appearance seemed almost... fake. One leaf in hair that looked like rats could live in it. If the forest messed her hair up, then there would be more dirt in it. As well, her rich cloths seemed to indicate a rich lifestyle. If there was one thing Nikolai could be certain of, it was that rich city folk rarely tended to venture into the wild. Putting these observations aside, he then saw that her lips were blue. It was cold, but not enough for hypothermia, and definitely not colder than that rich fur jacket could handle.
Suddenly Nikolai was extremely cautious. All of his Hunter senses were ringing.He briskly stood up, holstering his pistol as he did so, and walked a short ways to sit on a fallen log.

“My name is Nikolai. I am hunter for the local butcher in town. I see you are having a bad night like me as well. You may be wondering what has happened to you this night. I can tell you, but first you must answer the few questions I have. What are you doing out here, in the middle of the woods dressed like a princess? How long have you been out here?”

[Anastasia Romanov]

It seemed that he was on to her. She shifted a bit as he handed her the cloth pressing it tightly against her neck. She looked at the dog and stumbled back shuddering. The beast was on to her as well. She kept her act up perfectly, not faltering as she spoke to him in Russian. It was obvious however that Russian wasn't her first language, or so it seemed, her silver tounged ability made her tinge her own natural accent with a bit of an American one.
"I am an intern, at the embassy. A translator. I was out with some co workers for the evening when I met a lovely gentlemen. He called me his little Nastya, He bought me a drink, but I think he drugged it, next thing I know I wake up wearing this, and my neck is bleeding, he had his hands on me, and I felt like....felt like, I don't know, I can't explain it, like my life was being sucked out of me." she gasped for air, pressing the cloth tightly to her neck. She would have to get it to clot soon, or else vampyre or not she'll bleed out into the ground. She could tell he was suspicious. The description of the Rotter would explain her blue lips.
"I need help. I have Hemophilia, my blood....it doesn't clot." Fear rattled her voice, like a woman on the verge of death, and she would be if he stalled any longer. She shifted on the ground trying to put as much pressure as she could, the thin blood pouring from the wound, and drenching the shirt through. She scooted away from the dog, it was clear the woman feared him.

[Nikolai Gruskov]

Suddenly everything seemed hurried. Nikolai had hoped that the cloth would allow the two of them to have a calm talk about everything, not wanting to spook the potential Other. But now there was a problem. A big problem. He only knew of one reasonable solution: his cabin. It wasn't too far, but he didn't want to strain Batyr more than was necessary. However, this girl did need attention, and town was too far away to reach it in time. However, he was not a doctor, and didn't know whether he had the necessary supplies in his cabin.
He decided to offer - what was her name? - Nastya to walk back with him to his house. Well, probably more of a jog. He would have to carry his dog back. This made him uneasy, as it meant he would not have his arms if indeed this girl decided to attack him while they were walking, but it was something that must be done.
He packed his things in his bag: sweater, flashlight, his hunting book, and an emergency blanket. He checked to make sure his pistol was still holstered at his side, his knife strapped to his leg, and finally slung his rifle over his shoulder.
“I do not know how much help I can offer you, but I am willing to help. I can offer you a safe place to sleep tonight, as well as all the medicine in my cabin, if you need it.” he walked over to Batyr, and picking him up, looked back at her, waiting her response.

[Anastasia Romanov]

He cared for his dog. How cute. She could almost gag. She decided she wasn't going kill him, but play human for as long as she could. That...was would true entertainment. She would need blood however. She could help the dog, and steal a sip or two of blood from him some how....she would have to think of how to do that, after she stopped bleeding. She followed close to him, occasionally tripping over this or that, her footsteps a bit heavy. Be a human...be a human. Oh this would be fun.

She pressed hard against the wound as he carried his dog. The dog could defiantly smell she was a vampyre she could pass it off some how, mesmerize him if she had too, maybe enough to get a sip of blood off him...he was a hunter though, it may not work. The dog would be her issue, she definitely wasn't going to kill him, she may like pain, but she wasn't a murderer. She was turning a nice shade of grey by the time they arrived to his cabin.

"burn it." She gasped leaning against the wall.
"like a brand. With out my blood thickening medication, it will keep bleeding." She said softly, her breathing getting shallow.

[Nikolai Gruskov]

Nikolai had seen the condition of both his dog and Nastya steadily decline throughout the trip. He spent the entire walk thinking about how he was going to close her wound up. When she collapsed at his cabin, he now needed to hurry. He ran into the cabin, put Batyr on his bed, and started his stove, placing a fork on top. He quickly ran to his bathroom: grabbing medical bandaging, tape, burn gel and cotton swabs. After hastily wrapping Batyr in bandaging, he rushed outside, grabbing the spoon as he went with an oven mitt and dropping the medical supplies on the couch.
“Hold still.”
Suddenly, his hand shot forward, pressing the smouldering spoon over the open wounds, holding her shoulder so as to keep it still. He grimaced. He did not like healing, or burning human flesh. As a hunter, blood and guts stuff couldn't get to him, but inflicting harm on humans... if she was.
“There. Done.” he said as he released her and pulled the spoon away, “That should help. Come inside. I can help you more in there. Do you need help?” he offered his arm in assistance.

His calm exterior appearance hid the raging debate in his mind. Why did this woman seem so suspicious to him? Was it not possible that the Vampyre had targeted her and tricked her into the woods so he could feed in private? But there were signs telling him something was up. She may be an Other: the way she ran through the forest was the biggest hint, but also the style of clothing and the almost forced shivering. He couldn't shoot her, not while there was still debate. And if it was a human, than the least he could do was offer her shelter.
So he decided to do what any good Hunter does:

wait

[Anastasia Romanov]

She watched with shallow eyes, as he moved to bandage the dog. Even she knew that wound would need stitches. Silly humans. He rushed to her and she winced, expecting a wood stake to the heart, instead burning placed against her skin and she bit back a cry of pain, squeezing her eyes shut as the wounds burned closed. She wouldn't let a tear fall, just because she was dead didn't mean she didn't feel pain. She wasn't too fond of receiving pain either, though she loved to give it. Her breathing quickened as he bandaged her before she shrank away from him, like a scared human. She looked to the dog on the bed, before looking back to him.
"That wound will need stitches....I can do it if you hold him down...." she gulped at once looking at the dog. She was clearly afraid of the beast. Or so it seemed. She figured she'd act afraid of it. Animals can sense fear they say. It may explain his growling to her. She stood up a bit straighter forcing herself to step forward slowly. This dog could ruin her, the longer she was around the hunter, she found the more she enjoyed playing the part of the simple human. Even as a human she was no simpleton. The regal air about her even as she tried to not show it was there. The way she walked, talked, even held herself. She couldn't stop that part of her. She outstretched her hand towards the dog ready to yank back if he bit out at her. She did know how to stitch, and quite well, she was taught that from an early age. She knelt by the injured dog, looking to the hunter for a response.

[Nikolai Gruskov]

Nikolai was unsure of how to react. Still unsure of her status as a human being, he did not want her anywhere nearer to his dog than was necessary. However, the other side of the problem was that he had almost no experience in stitching up wounds, and if this woman had the skills needed to help Batyr, then she was the best hope for his dog.
He had an idea. It was time to put his mind at rest.
“Thank you for offering your help for Batyr. I will get the supplies now.” It was true; he was getting a thread and needle from the cupboard, but it had a double purpose.
He used the time gained from searching for the supplies to rack his brain for clues that would help him narrow down the presumed species of the girl. This is what he came up with: exceptionally beautiful, pale even with the considerable blood loss, and a nimble runner. 'If she is an Other, then she's a Vampyre.'
He arrived to the cabinet containing the string and opened it. He did not grab the tools right away though: instead he reached into his right pocket and took out his Book. It contained all information known by his group of hunters about Supernaturals. Although incomplete, it contained information vital to finding and identifying Others. He quickly flipped to the entry marked 'Vampyres' and scanned the pages.

Nocturnal
Pale
Attractive features
Fast
Strong (Do not let body size fool you!)
Do not cast shadows
Cannot be seen in mirrors

The notes had been copied down by hand from his father's own book; only the important stuff. He had a plan. Nikolai headed back to the living room, where Batyr and Nastya were waiting.
“Here is the needle and thread,” Nikolai explained, “Be careful. Batyr's life is in your hands.” With that he handed the implement to her. Time to put his idea into motion. “You will need more light to work properly. I will run and get the flashlight.” If there was no shadow created by the flashlight, then he would know the true nature of this mysterious woman.

He retrieved the flashlight from his bag, along the way checking that his pistol and knife were still on his person. They were: the pistol in its holster on his hip, the knife strapped around his right leg. He returned with the flashlight, his adrenaline pumping and his senses on full alert.

[Anastasia Romanov]

She took the needle and thread, doubled over the thread and pulled it through the needle. She inched towards Batyr, she knew the dog would growl at her. She hissed at it once the hunter had moved away.
"Stop your growling and I'll help you. Your human won't be harmed by me." She whispered knowing the dog could hear her, but whether he understood her was different. She moved towards him when she realized he was getting a flashlight. She groaned inwardly, knowing there was no avoiding this. She could Mesmerize him, but she didn't feel like putting out the effort or wasting it. She would wait, see how he reacted before she would do something. She placed a hand gently behind the ear of the dog, before pressing slightly. He struggled she sighed and sat back.
"You are going to have to home him down, the flashlight will be useless to me. He is going to fight the pain, he's too strong for me..." she said in her shy human voice. She looked over towards the hunter watching him her eyes narrowing as he checked his weapons. Her jaw set tightly. How dare he?! She was helping him out...granted originally it had been for different reason...whatever, she was still hungry, but she wouldn't feed on this hunter. She bit back a snarl and growl at him, turning her attention back to Batyr. She placed a cloth over the wound putting pressure on it so he wouldn't bleed out. Thoughts cooked in her mind. Let him find out. Her fangs lowered in anger as she fumed holding the needle in-between two fingers and using both hands and put pressure on the wound. She kept her mouth shut, until she smelt the adrenaline from his blood. She spun at him and snapped, her fangs flashing at him, as she didn't move her hold on the pressure on his wound.
"Would you rather kill me or save your four legged companion?" Her Russian was thick and old. She dropped all hints of her charade, and glared at him in frustration. She was knelt there next to his dog keeping his insides...inside, and he worried if she was a vampyre or not. She stood up and marched over to him, she was shorter then him, by 9 inches. She looked up at him and poked him in the chest roughly, before looking back at Batyr.
"Hold him down, so I can stitch him, then you can worry about if you can kill me or not." Honest. Yeah she was always like that. As a child she was called an imp. Played tricks on the servants, threw snowballs filled with rocks at her sisters. She spun on her heels marching back in a fury to Batyr, her royal pendant coming loose from its holding in her bosom, hanging down around her neck loosely on the thin gold chain. She waited for him to make his decision.

[Nikolai Gruskov]

Nikolai reached for his gun as she spun around, but stopped when he saw her fangs. He had assumed that... well he had assumed that she was not going to be an Other. Now that she was a Vampyre, his first urge was to kill her, right there. To have an Other in his home was unthinkable.
As she backed off, his body relaxed, but his mind went into overdrive. She was right; he needed her skills to save his only real friend, Batyr. He had never imagined that one day he would need the help of an Other. It had always been the hunt, chase, kill. Now he had to make a decision. Unfortunately the choice was obvious: he needed to keep his dog alive.
As well, he had never been in so close proximity to a Vampyre before. They were extremely fast, and her fangs sent a chill up his spine. His childhood nightmares flashed before his eyes. He shook himself out of the memories as she spoke to him. He needed to solve this problem.

“I do need your help. This much is true. However, you must know that at the slightest hint of trickery, I will kill you. Without hesitation. I have killed for less.”

He approached the Vampyress cautiously, watching her carefully. He was angry: at both his fear and the ease with which she had caught him off-guard. He needed to be careful around this one. He slowly crouched next to the dog, placing his hands firmly on it's flank. He awaited Nastya to start her work on the dog.

[Anastasia Romanov]

She looked over at the hunter as he knelt beside her. She scuffed and rolled her eyes at his words, before she set to the task at hand. After removing her coat and placing it on kneel on, she removed all the bandaging that she had been holding to the wound. She placed the bloodied cloths aside and pulled the skin together running the thread through one side, then the other, pulling it tight then doing it again. The whimpers of the dog found her ears. She didn't sympathize, she didn't care if the dog was in pain. She worked as swiftly as she could, making sure it was tight with no gaps. Words moved past her lips. A lullabye. The heavy Russian thickened the air, as the lullabye soothed the dog. If she was going to make it other of there alive she needed to act like she cared, at least a little. She finished up the stitching as she finished up the song, running a hand down the neck of the beast. She sat back on her feet, before brushing her hands down her front and standing moving towards his sink. She drenched a cloth and moved back towards Batyr, placing the wet fabric over the wound. She stroked Batyr's head gently, she contemplated sending a instant pain through the animal, enough to quickly knock him out so he would rest. Where she would get pleasure out of it, it was also giving the mutt mercy. She argued with herself on it, before she leaned down and whispered into the creatures ear.
"rest now...you need your energy to heal" she then focused her energy, to the back of his brain, before sending a wave of pain so strong he would pass out, without exactly feeling it. He would have a slight doggy head ache when he awoke however. She straightened up and looked toward the hunter.
"I cannot promise you he will live...but his chances are better." She said finally, before pulling her hair over her shoulder and running her fingers through it. She turned and looked towards the hunter, she studied him for a moment, her eyes looking about him. She sighed and stepped back. Her pale skin would have been paler then a more well fed vampyre, and it was clear that the burn marks were indeed healing slower then a healthy vampyre would. She licked her lips to wet them before rolling her eyes.
"Come now, let's see what you can do." She said, she didn't know if he still planned on killing her or not.

[Nikolai Gruskov]

Nikolai was surprised at the kindness and dexterity which with the Vampyre had stitched up his dog. As well, it was surprising how little Batyr reacted to the touch of the Vampyre. Usually the dog was aggressive and violent towards Others. It was now clear now to Nikolai why his dog had been growling earlier. He frowned. But tonight was no normal night by any meaning of the word. So he decided to let this detail slide. After all, Batyr was still alive.
But the Vampyre was still in his house, a blight on his humble home. He couldn't just kill her; she saved his companion from death. But she was still a Vampyre – something that should not be left living. As well, he dreaded fighting a Vampyre from this close a range. He was not the best combat fighter, and would surely lose against the speed and strength of a Vampyre. So he hoped to bargain with her.

“I would kill you, but you have saved my dog, and for that I am grateful. So I will strike a bargain with you: you leave my house immediately, and then leave this area entirely. If you do this, I will not go looking for you. However, if I ever find your tracks I will hunt you. And kill you.” Nikolai issued this ultimatum in a serious voice. He made it very clear that he meant what he said.

[Anastasia Romanov]

She narrowed her eyes as he spoke. Leave the area? As in leave Russia? She scoffed, maybe he would turn out to be a pleasent dinner after all. She crossed her arms covering the pendant momentarily.
"Leave your house, I will do with out a fight, but I will not leave my country." Her head was held high as she dropped her arms her fingers clenching into fists. Anger stormed her veins and she marched up to him stomping her feet.
"Who are you to order me about? I take orders from none, I could have kill you already, or let your pet die and you even more lonely then you are, and you have the gall to order me to leave?" She threw her hands up in the air and spun on her heels walking away from him towards Batyr, she paused in her rant kneeling down and placing a gentle kiss on the beasts head.
"You men are all the same, no matter what species you are, I wish I had never been made this way and died with everyone else, at least the men from my time knew how to treat a woman right." She wasn't yelling, but there was an odd tone to her voice. Disappointment maybe. Maybe all along she was just lonely. She scowled as she locked those thoughts away. She didn't care that she had to leave his home. No she didn't quite care. She would not leave this area, after being gone from it for so long, and wrongly taken from it she would not leave this place again. Ever.
She walked to the door, her head held high, her stature worthy of that of a princess and opened his door stepping out into the night. She paused in the yard looking up to the sky, the moon shining silvery rays down her fingers reaching up and fingering the pendant. A long sigh brushed past her lips as she pondered apologizing for her rant, it was what her mother would have made her do. She scowled. Why was she thinking about her parents? It had been nearly 100 years since their murder...on this very night. Just then a new thought crossed her mind.

She had forgotten her coat, on the floor next to Batyr. It had been her mothers, even her name was still sewn into the lapel.

Императрица Александра Фёдоровна Романова
Imperatritsa Aleksandra Fyodorovna Romanova

[Nikolai Gruskov]

Nikolai was glad she had not fought him, even if she had stormed out in anger. She had been furious, but he had been glad of her anger. It had meant that she had left, however not before kissing Batyr. He had found this odd; why do that? Had she done something to him in that action? Suddenly suspicious he went over to the dog to check on him.
As he approached Batyr, however, he noticed that the Vampyre had left her rich fur coat in her anger. 'Not good.' thought Nikolai, as this meant he would probably see her again. After checking over Batyr (nothing seemed out of place), he focused on the coat.

It was obviously made with only the finest of furs. It was made well, and would definitely keep someone warm. Suddenly, he came across a name stitched into the coat. Imperatritsa Aleksandra Fyodorovna Romanova. Imperatritsa? And printed in old Russian...
Suddenly the name clicked. The Royal family. He had only heard briefly about it – about their tragic deaths – and he had assumed that they had all died. But now... the queen had survived, assuming the name on the coat was that of the wearer. This was not a normal Vampyre; this was royalty.
He glanced out the door. In her rage she had forgotten to close the door behind her, and Nikolai was shocked to see her still standing there, as if lost in thought. Had she remembered her coat? He decided to take the initiative this time.

Stepping over the wounded dog, he called out, “You are right. I have no right ordering you about. I am a Hunter: your sudden appearance and proximity threw me completely off guard. Besides, to be honest, I have killed your kind. But you are no doubt different then the rest. You did not kill me, or even fed off of me, or my dog. You even healed my dog, though you did not have to. For this I am extremely grateful. However, there is something else that separates you from the rest of the Vampyre family, no? You are Royalty, no? I would like to hear your story. Truly. You helped me greatly tonight, and my dog did not lash out at you, like I feared he would. If you are trusted by Batyr, then I have no objections to you. However, I will tell you I am still suspicious, but the decisions I have made tonight were made in a moment of anger and fear. I ask for some forgiveness.”

((OOC: I'm pretty tired so if any of this is crazy bad... forgive me -.- ))