All my rps r ded so.... rp with a smol 'vegan' vampire?

Once inside and her eyes adjusted to the light, she could see the room she found herself in, now noticing just how large it actually was. The main lobby of the mansion was grand and pretty empty, with ruined furniture here and there, pillars with long cobwebs dangling off of it. Straight ahead, there was a big stone staircase, that led to two different sides of the building. The ceiling was way above her, two of the once five chandeliers still holding on to their rusty chains. The largest of them had fallen to the ground, smashing into millions of pieces once it hit the floor, bits of it still lying in the place they'd landed on, covered in cobwebs.

Outside, rain had started pouring, with small lightning flashes lighting up the room every few minutes, casting long shadows of the few metal decorations left standing.

Most of the remaining furniture in the room had been destroyed or at the very least was no longer usable to some degree. Perhaps the former owners had not left from natural causes. Or maybe they just did not age well at all.

After some exploring, the stairway was the last one left to check. While some of the railing looked delapidated and in peril of breaking at the slightest touch, the steps themselves were thankfully still somewhat intact. Once at the top and going left, the rooms were mostly empty, each frozen in time since the day the owners had left. The kitchen still had its utensils still on the shelf, the library was still full of books, the living room was completely untouched, all of these covered in thick dust and some cobwebs here and there.

Progressing through rooms, there seemed to be a slight change somewhere as in, the dust wasnt as thick as before, and the furniture was not destroyed. Had this part preserved better than the rest? But why?
Soon enough, there were no more rooms left that had not been explored. Which meant it was time to head to the other way of the staircase. That side of the building was even more damaged than the other, with holes in the floor and stains on the walls, painting a more grief version of the other side of the mansion.

Most parts were blocked by rubble and whatever else there was, so it seemed to be a dead end. The only place left unexplored was a small and simple wooden door underneath the staircase, which would normally lead to the maid's room

(aaa, dw dw, he's a bit hard to get to, i'll try to bring him out soon yvy)

The small door led to a modest corridor, with a few doors on the left and big windows to the right. All the rooms were empty, aside from the one at the very end, which led to a small spiraling staircase which ended in another simple wooden door.

This time, the result was different. The room that had been discovered was fairly well maintained, with a clean bookcase to the right as one came in, and long windows on the left. Walking along the bookcase there was a short ladder that led to the main platform of the room, where there was a table, some chairs, bits of furniture probably picked up from the other parts of the manor, a small simple bed that had been neatly made, a comfortable armchair and a fireplace, with the fire still burning.

With the heavy rain outside pouring against the windows and the occasional lighting, this room was rather warm and welcoming, very different than the rest of the abandoned manor. But where was the person living here?

There was no answer to her call, only the crack of thunder outside and the rain hitting the large glass windows behind her. The room itself was relatively empty, just some decent looking furniture, but no person in sight with the only sound being the crackling of the wood in the fireplace. Judging by the size of the flames, they would only last for about fifteen more minutes before going out, and the tray next to it was empty. Any normal person would have gone to get more wood, so was that where the mystery tennant had gone?

A small floorboard creek was a probable sign the person was coming back. Or it could have been just the old mansion creaking under the strong wind. It was a freakin old place after all, so anything was possible.

There was a long period of silence after that initial creak, interrupted only by the sound of the storm and the crackling of the burning wood. Just when it was starting to get painfully boring, the door downstairs opened and closed silently, and light footsteps were heard walking up the few steps

(the room itself is pretty much similar to the main lobby in Identity V, except its furnished differently and the fireplace is a bit to the right from your POV. this aint my screenshot, my room is much more different)

(its a game similar to Dead by Daylight, but a bit cuter, if u will. I personally love the skins they have :"D Also ya, good graphics indeed uwu)

The footsteps were so faint one could assume they were just figments of their own imagination, after all, it was pouring outside. Who was to say this place wasn't probably haunted by some ghosts, making noises in the night?

The train of thought came to a screeching halt as the door opposite to the fireplace opened up slightly and a small figure crept in. As he was climbing the three tiny steps onto the platform and headed to the fireplace, their face was obscured by the relatively tall pile of wood they were carrying, leaving the only visible things to be their relatively baggy sweater hanging loose on what seemed to be a skinny body and the dark pants underneath the sweater.
Taking small careful steps towards the tray, the stranger seemed blissfully unaware that there was someone else in the room, their vision obscured by the tall wood pile they held. Once reached their destination, the person knelt down slowly and lowered their arms so that the wood pile would fall into the tray.
With the obstacle gone, the person could finally see clearly and jerked violently backwards once they noticed Mari standing there, so sudden that they fell to the floor, with a scared squeak. It was a boy, pretty young looking, with a dark bob haircut obscuring one eye.

The boy had tried to crawl backwards away from her in a panicked frenzy, but in doing so, he bumped his head on the railing. With another squeak he grabbed his head, curling up in a shaking ball, sniffling and seemingly crying. After what felt like an eternity in which they just stood there, with the boy shaking near the guardrail, clutching his head, he finally raised his face to look at Mari.
A big and tearful green eye looked at her fearfully, measuring her from head to toe before looking at her face once more.

"I'm… i'm okay…….." his voice was soft and faint, barely audible.

Still down on the ground, the boy retreated a few steps when Mari approached him - he was still scared of her apparently - enough that his whole back was leaning against the railing.

"Mhm.. im- im fine" he responded shyly, still holding on to his head. Despite his response, he'd fallen pretty bad on his back and his head was also really painful, but the adrenaline in his system had dulled the pain.

He remained in his little shaking ball for a few seconds, looking at her with his sparkling green eye, various emotions mixed in as he examined her before answering.

"Damien…. My name is Damien"

The slight raise in her tone seemed to scare him even more, to the point he was curled up in a vertical ball next to the guard rails. Thankfully he was in no danger of falling down the stairs, as they were to his left and he was leaning in the banister's placement direction, perpendicular to the wall.

Despite the other showing concern in his position, he still did not want to approach her just yet. After all, the scare he had earlier hadnt worn off just yet, and his heart was still pounding out of his chest.

Her little reassurances were starting to calm him down a little bit, enough to stop shaking so violently
"Really? You're not…?" he murmured, knees held to his chest. "P… Promise?"

Now Damien simply remained leaned against the guard rail, not shaking anymore, but the fire's light did betray the shine of some tears still dripping down his face. Sniffling, he raised an arm and wiped his tears, slightly starting to calm down.

"Mm,, no, its okay" he said, his voice a little more stable. "It's alright, really. I've been too used to loneliness in all this time, i forgot what it's like to see someone else around."

"Uh- ever since Mother died. Not my real mom, the woman who used to live here." he replied, sinking into his own clothes. "Can't remember when that was tho, it was a long time ago"

He sniffled again, hands around his knees and his only visible eye was gazing to the side, avoiding Mari.
"Don't know that either, sorry…. i lost count"

Having stopped crying and calmed down for good, Damien's voice was much more soft now, almost like a whisper.
"She was already living here by the time that we met. But said the place was abandoned when she first got here; she stayed because she liked the quiet, and also the place was really big so-"

Damien was still seated, but when his eyes noticed the dying fire, he lightly stood up and made his way to the fire place, grabbed a few pieces of wood and tossed them on the hot embers, reigniting the flame.

"Mother used to say she preferred the front of the house to look bad, so no one would want to come in here. It was also too big for her to be able to fix anything, so its not like she could do too much in the first place…" he said, watching the flames grow, their warm light reflected in his green eye.

"I kinda like it here too, even tho there's no one else around. People are scary…."

"Yea, i guess she was"
Having his head bowed, his hair gently slid forward, hiding most of his face. With the light bouncing off it, it gave off green shines, but just barely. Could have been just a trick of the light. He poked at the fire with the fire poker, trying to arrange the wood he'd just tossed in.

Damien put down the poker, and sort of looked back towards Mari, but not quite, biting his lip and sniffing.

"Food? Mother taught me to grow most of it, so i kinda just manage okay-ish? i eat a bit rarely, to be fair." he responded, going back to arranging the fire wood he'd dropped on the tray.
He had a garden in the back, where most of his food source lay, predominantly plants and vegetables. He hadn't eaten meat since the days his Mother was around, but honestly he did not miss it too much - what he had now was just as good.

(HE, but colored uwu Dug up an old unfinished doodle :")) )

(glad u like hims yvy - should prolly finish it one day)

"Mhm! it's not too hard once you're used to it, you just need to take care of the plants, thats all" he spoke, crouched next to the fire, chin rested on his hands.

A large lightning bolt illuminated the room, followed by a loud crack of thunder. Damien barely flinched at the noise, like it was no big deal at all; probably wasnt, if he'd lived here all alone for years.

"Speaking of food, would you um, like to eat something? i was about to fix dinner…"