Caius stayed right where he was. His brows furrowed in confusion.
Anton Orlock paused.
"That look. Don't tell me that you didn't even know the blood that runs in your veins?" He asked and then laughed to himself a little before leaning forward, catching the light more so his features were clearer to see.
Anton had thin white hair that fell from his head in scattered strings. He had pale skin and his face was gaunt with sunken cheeks like he was malnourished. There were heavy bags under his Vampire red eyes like he had spent at least a century without sleep.
Centuries of Blood experiments to improve on the 'perfection' of Vampirism had left Anton Orlock a shell of his former self. Appearance-wise. The way his thin arms moved in the large sleeves of his large purple/black robes and the way his fingers curled while looking skeletal was like something straight out of a horror movie.
