— As gentle as a summer breeze, his footsteps were silent, as if he wasn’t even moving in the first place. It was another talent of his, one he barely gave any thought to. For what kind of crusnik would he be if unable to sneak upon his very prey? The creatures lying dormant when the sun rose to light up the sky. Another gift, he didn’t carry the skin of the reaper. He might be pale, heart beating strongly in his chest albeit exceeding the age of one hundred and eighty. But he did not consume the blood of any human, thus wasn’t punished by the gods watching over them from above. Luxurious, it might be, to be granted the ability to daywalk. But the sad truth still lingered and Dominik feared the burn of the sun either way. Because he had experienced it once, when relieved of his protective onyx earring at the age of ten. He never wanted to experience such a burning sensation ever again. Now after so many years, he had only tried it once more, baffled by the lack of pain caused by luminous rays. But he deemed it to be a coincidence rather than a fact.

                                                                         Better to be safe than to be sorry. 

A grin curled over his lips, a playful one at that, as eased fingers grasped for a beautifully crafted wine glass — careful as he held it between slim fingers. Dominik set it down on the counter, alongside the one he had plucked down earlier. He waited, knew that any second now, he would be joined by someone. He was merely getting through preparations, to make sure the elder would feel at home. Or at least not feel strained. Too much effort perhaps but Dominik always wanted things to be as perfect as they could be. The knock on his door spoke of the vampire’s arrival and the crusnik smirked to himself, leaving glistening classes and the opened bottle of bloodwine on the counter.

Dominik moved gracefully though the apartment, over polished flooring as dragging gentle fingers along the wall to his right. A simple, habitual action. The little spark of anticipation lit in his chest, increased the closer he got to his own door and the smirk remained to curve his lips upwards as prettily as ever. They were both prettily twisted creatures, different but still so very much alike each other. It was, one of the many reasons to why Dominik held such an interest in the older being. He had heard a lot about him after all.  

                                                                                                                     A living legend. 

His fingers curled around the  handle of the door, pushing it down and opening for his guest. His smirk shifted milliseconds prior, replaced by a smug grin as he stepped back, gesturing for the blond to step inside. “ You made it I see. ” His voice, a pleasant velvety echo before he shut the door behind Caleb’s back. “ Welcome to my home. ”  He spoke lowly, wit confidence as always, voice rumbling low in his chest.  

“ May I offer you a drink? Or would you rather not?”

He questioned, head tipping to the right before he turned on his heels, to guide the male further into his own home.

                                                           Into his own crypt.