(ooc: This thread is introducing a new character that I am creating. It is open to anyone to join in. Also I have left the description of the young woman alone as I invite anyone who might want to take on that character to do so. Otherwise, I will attempt to play her as well. I will do the henchman as he will be pretty much a NPC type)
Tremont hated it when people chose the hard way to do things. He had been so polite in trying to get the old couple to sell their huge farmhouse to him. Tremont had even given them a fair offer - they should have been thankful for that since Tremont usually got what he wanted for cheaper.
But the old couple blabbered on and on about how they had lived there for 55 years. Despite Tremont's attempts to scare them out by regaling them with tales of undead armies and a 'curse' on Elmshade, the couple refused to budge. So Tremont had to resort to Plan B - kill them.
As Tremont looked at the two corpses, who he had dispatched pretty bloodless with a snap of their necks, he was joined by the other two people in his party.
"Trey, darling, did you have to kill them? They probably didn't have much more life for them to enjoy," said a young woman.
"My sweetness, I only do what I have to do," Tremont said. "They refused my generous offer to move and there was no other choice. Reginald, bring the wagon up front. We'll have to load these bodies on the wagon and then you know what you must do with them."
"Yes, master, leave it to me," the thin servant said. "Nobody will ever find a trace of these two. Let me be the first to congratulate you on the 'purchase' of your new home for you and your bride."
"Enough talk for now," Tremont said. "Get to the business at hand so we don't have any problems of nosy neighbors checking in."
Reginald left to go move the wagon to the front of the farmhouse.
Tremont Montana III considered himself an opportunist, making real estate deals and other such purchases when the odds were stacked in his favor. He was ruthless at cleaning up on others' misfortunes. Tremont was notorious for doing whatever it takes to get what he was after.
Looking at the man, one would suspect that he was in his 40s. Tremont had wavy black hair, clean-shavened, and blue eyes that seemed to pierce your very soul. He stood about 6'5 in height and had some muscles on him. Tremont always preferred to be sharp in dress so he usually was attired in a customized suit with vest and tie.
Of course, his only mistake - which Tremont will deny was a mistake - was becoming obsessed with making it big. A promise made in a tavern led to an awakening of sorts in a dark alley. All Tremont received that night was a bite, which granted him immortal life. It was hard at first to get adjusted to the life of a vampire.
How he missed being able to walk out in the daylight, to see the blue skies above. But Tremont had met one of his kind, that had given him that life back. A potion that allowed Tremont to walk freely in the sun without being harmed. Not only was Tremont given several of these potions, he was instructed on how to make them.
Reginald re-entered the house and Tremont helped the servant load the two bodies iinto the back of the wagon. Tremont threw a tarp over the corpses and tied it securely down.
"Be quick about it but make sure it is a thorough job," Tremont said. "Also be careful that no one follows you or sees what you are doing. We will see you back here when you are finished."
"Don't worry, master, I have never failed you before," Reginald replied.
The servant hollered out to the horses and the wagon began to roll on down the road.
Tremont walked out back of the house to check out the barn. The old couple must have been fairly successful in their endeavors - Tremont found the barn to have a couple of cows, a pair of pigs and a plow horse. He was checking out the chicken coop when the mistress of the house joined him.
"Trey, will we be able to finally call this home and remain in one place?" she asked him.
"My dear, you know there is nothing more that I would rather do than to settle down and be able to live peacefully with you," Tremont said. "I can't guarantee that this will be it but we are going to give it the best effort to make it so. We just need to be careful and not draw attention to ourselves. And if what I heard is true, when that little village down the road is overcome by the undead, we won't have to worry about the living interrupting our plans."
Tremont had remembered the first time he had seen her. She was a mere 16, fresh and innocent. He was 24 and already quite successful. He had turned on his charms and engaged her in conversation. A walk down by the river was all Tremont needed.
He complimented her on her beauty and a wisdom beyond her age. He asked if he could give her a kiss and the blushing girl shyly nodded. Tremont kissed her gently on her full lips, then he moved to her neck. After some kisses on her soft neck, Tremont made her his for eternity.
At first, she was upset at him for taking away her innocence and life as she knew it. But she couldn't doubt that Tremont loved her. He gave her everything that she asked for and was never rude with her. Tremont never stayed angry with her long and the making up process was always a very loving time.
The only thing that Tremont could not give her was a permanent place to call home. But to his credit, he never stopped in his quest to give her that.
Reginald came back to the farmhouse near dusk. He parked the wagon in the back of the house. He pulled some crates off the back and carried them into the house. "Dinner will be served in a half hour or so," Reginald informed the master and mistress of the house. "I have something suitable in mind to fix for a housewarming gift to the two of you."
Reginald excused himself to go into the kitchen to prepare the meal. Tremont took a decanter off the table and poured some wine into two glasses. He gave one to his bride and picked up the other one.
"Here's to a long prosperous and happy life in our new home," Tremont toasted.
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Avangelyne toyed with her food... Thoughts of her past life invaded her mind like an annoying parasite. Before she met her beloved Tremont she had been destined to marry a rich and obnoxious merchant. The marriage of course was arranged by her parents, due to the fact that she was fickle and they grew weary of waiting for her choice of husbands. At that time she had no notions of getting married at all, prefering her freedom and her love of music. She had rebelled of course, but her mother made her feel really guilty by feigning illness and her father had locked her up in her room for two weeks. In the end, her thirst for freedom was great, and she had given in. Of course since her debutant year at the tender age of 15, suitors came banging on her door, but she was not interested in one of them. She had grown into a lovely 5'7 girl, with dark wavy tresses and a figure that would make a courtesan green with envy. Being saddled down with a man, serving his needs and helping with the family business would be like slavery. Her dreams at the time was to perform on stage and to travel the world with her musical talents; the violin and her voice. 
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