Lyra tensed up hearing him before she slowly got up. "U-um! Y-you don't want my blood, i-it tastes disgusting!" Lyra looked around franticly, looking over to the door before she tried to rush over to it.

Amadeas waved a hand and the door could be heard clicking into 'locked' position. He stood and wandered over slowly, not really all that menacing, since his body was that of a sixteen year old, but his blue eyes were quite serious. "Don't be so silly, it's not like I'm going to harm you. And if your blood was going to taste bad I wouldn't have brought you here."

Hearing the door lock, Lyra whimpered before trying to shake the doorknob. Finding she couldn't get it unlocked, her body trembled before she turned and pressed herself up against the door. Her eyes filled with fear as she looked up at him, her body shaking.

Amadeas sighed, he really hated how it almost always turned out like this if he tried to be nice to them first. He wondered how Verge managed it. He was kind to them, and usually they opened up to him without much effort. He growled darkly, and when he looked up, his eyes flashed crimson.

"Come here." He ordered. "Before I make you. Because if I do, I am going to break your neck."

Lyra's body quakes, looking up at Amadeas before she tensed up. Hearing the growl and seeing his eyes flash, she whimpered loudly before she tended up at the 'threat'. Feeling her legs start to 'turn to rubber', she shook before hesitantly going over to Amadeas. Her body shook before she shut her eyes tightly as she pulled her neck in.

Amadeas leaned forward and took Lyra's chin in one hand, tilting it upward slightly for better access, the other hand wrapping around her waist, pulling her up onto her toes. Then he lowered himself till his lips touched her neck.

"Don't move now," he whispered against her skin, before sinking his fangs into the tender flesh. A trickle of blood dripped down and he let it, preferring the taste after it has flowed for a little. Then he licked the residue carefully.

Feeling him take her chin, Lyra whimpered as he tilted it up to get better access. Looking up at him, she gasped when he wrapped his other hand around her waist. Her body shuddered at his soft breath at the nape of her neck, what she couldn't explain is why she was blushing. She was about to ask why before she cried out in pain as his fangs sunk into her neck. Gripping onto him, she whimpered softly as he started to lick the dripping blood.

After a while, Amadeas pulled away and carefully wiped the blood from her neck and his lips, then licked his finger meticulously. "I won't feed as much I would usually tonight," he said in a conversational tone, his blue eyes looked a little unfocused. This happened after every feeding. He sank back into his chair and leaned his head back.

"Go to bed if you wish, I will leave when I can stand again," he waved a hand at Lyra dismissively, his head reeling still. He was sure Verge got all this too before he took over the body, but it was something he hadn't gotten used to.

By the time that he finished, Lyra was leaning against him weakly. Shivering as he wiped up the rest of the stray blood. Slowly nodding, she walked over to the bed before she fell down against it, her head laying upon the pillow. Her body felt completely after getting her blood taken. Shutting her eyes, she took a small breath before she fell asleep.

Amadeas rose from the chair once he was no longer dizzy, then went to the window. He wanted to leave the body soon, but plans were not going quite as he had planned. He shrugged. This wasn't that bad, and now he had Lyra, he might be able to keep things under wraps for a bit longer.

He turned and walked out without another glance, heading down the hallway to Verge's old rooms. Amadeas did not sleep. Though tonight he would take a moment to close his eyes.

Lyra woke up the next day, nearly dusk. Sitting up, she rubbed her head before she felt her neck where Amadeas had bit her. A slight chill ran down her spine at the recollection of what happened the night before. Shaking her head, she ignored the thought before she went and helped herself to the clothes that were in the room. Getting in a red dress, she adjusted it before she hesitantly walked out of the room.

Amadeas was in the drawing room, which wouldn't have been hard to find from where he left Lyra. The large sliding doors were open, revealing a plushly decorated chamber with many portraits and a small piano. He was reading a book that looked much too thick to have in his lap, and it was filled with small pieces of paper indicating notes he had written down over the years.

If the spell was to be successful, he would need Mirk's body. This much he already knew, and the plans for that were already in motion.

Looking around, Lyra sighed softly before finding her way down the hall. With silent footsteps, she hesitantly walked into the room where Amadeas was seated. Her gaze shifted across the room, looking at the different portraits before her eyes rested at the piano. Tilting her head, she walked over curiously, still not making a sound till she pressed down on one of the keys, causing her to jump and fall back at the sudden sound the object had made. Obviously she had never seen a piano before.