Viktor stood in the middle of the master bedroom of a small manor situated deep in a mountainous forest. He smiled to himself as he went over his plan multiple times in his head, his hand slipping into his pocket, fingers wrapping over the small box hidden there.<em>Tonight's the night. A few centuries of waiting and I've finally found the one.</em>He chuckled slightly to himself, his tongue running over his sharp fangs as he looked himself over in the mirror.<br/><br/>Viktor stood about 6'0" even, slim at only 170 lbs. His face was thin, his green eyes seeming set back slightly, making them even more bold. He had been born in Tsarist Russia in the 1700's, right before the creation of the Russian Empire of Peter the Great. However, his mortal life had ended in 1721, and the "life" he led now had began after he met a fateful end at the hands, and fangs, of a vampire outside of Moscow.<br/><br/>The year now was 2010, and Viktor was living in modern America, in the state of Washington with the love of his life, Bella-Trix. They had met decades ago on a hunt, and he fell in love immediately. Today he was waiting for her to get home from a night on the town, when he would surprise her with an engagement ring. Tonight, he would make her his bride.<br/><br/>Viktor paced along their manor home, watching the clock and waiting. He got nervous about very little these days but his love had to only say the right words, or do the right thing and his heart and mind fluttered. He would do anything for her, even walk directly into the middle of the sun. She was the love of his life. She was his heart, his soul, if he still had either.