His room was the darkest place in this obscure palace. Of course being the home of the royal family of the vampires you could expect to be all black, but Jacken's fashion was something else. The walls were black painted wood made of dead black trunks, his coffin was same with grey blankets and so was the bed. In each of the four corners of the room there was burning a black iron torch, a brown carpet on the floor and dark colours in the wardrobe. His drawings and paintings were on all sides of the walls giving the place a strange lusty sense of life.
Jacken was sat on the table doing what he liked best, drawing. This time he was making a portrait of himself, no need to look into something, his image was in the mind. In the art he believed in presenting the living in its clearest form, scenes of naked men and women into each other, or just nude, alone and resting. A lot of times his imagination would lead into modification of the bodies, but a thing was certain, he always obtained details and perfection. And sometimes he would get out a more innocent form of attraction and admiration, a loving face of a woman or man, maybe with a sharp attractive feature.
His self-portrait was also fruit of his erotic fantasy, the rapresentation of a horny soul reflecting on the body in every single part. He was turned on a side in his black and grey picture, his erection as visible as real and breathtaking. The perfect texture of that body and the beauty of the face was practically calling on the viewer. And the divinity of those stony legs and his stylish butt.
When he turned the head he saw his sister passing by and there she stopped at the door looking at him, as he was wearing his white boxers and black singlet.
- Come inside with sister!, - he welcome to her.
She walked in closer and opened her lips:
- What are you up to Jacken, - taking a good look at his original piece of art.
- Just my drawing Kassy, - he said getting up to lid her on the bed near the coffin.
- You're drawing yourself?, - she made a rhetorical question with half a smirk and he knew she wasn't surprised.
- Yes! Like it?, - he ironically asked, - I can draw you too if you want?
- Good one brother!, - she laughed, - I wouldn't want you to spend another night inside on pens and paper.
- Any wise vampire would stay in tonight. I mean it's full moon woman!
- Yes, you must be very wise!
- Stop kidding with me, what if they kill you, what will I do without my happy sister?, - his voice sounded provocative, but he really was worried.
- I'm not afraid I would hear them from a mile of distance., - she was playing a bit arrogant, - And don't tell me you didn't go to the Small House?
- I had some friends over there. We enjoyed a bit of red drink from under each other's skins.
- Sounds delicious! And were you not afraid pf some werewolf bite?
- In such case I shall have my strong sister protect me, the fiercest of bats. And how did you pass the evening?
- Well there was this delicious girl, - she answered, - with tasty blood and lips full of the same.
- Don't tell me you killed her!, - he teased her knowing the answer.
- God no! You know I don't do that.
- We're vampires after all, aren't humans supposed to be our food?, - and all of the a sudden she stared at him with a mysterious, yet desiring look as he asked, - What?!
- What?!, - she turned with the same tone.
- Why are you looking at me like this?
- I was just getting a doze of your sight.
- But why?
- Your eyes are just enchanting!
- It was you who refused me the last time I asked you to sleep with me., - he said with a more serious voice getting closer to her, after hearing words that were music for his ears.
- Jacky you are my brother, - she said, - how could I...
- Is that supposed to be a problem?, - he interrupted her.
- I think yes., - Kassandra firmly replied.
- You're getting serious again., - Jacken slightly smiled at her, with the shape he knew made her feel comfortable, - Anyways mother and father are expecting as to dinner after a while.