<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">10:30 pm<br/>Location: O'Shea Mansion</span></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1094.photobucket.com/albums/i444/reia-elliquiy/Character%20Profiles/spacer.gif)(http://i1094.photobucket.com/albums/i444/reia-elliquiy/Character%20Profiles/Frederick/frederick_04.png)</div>The night was cool, the kind of weather that Frederick enjoyed immensely, and he made a mental note to take Lady Sorcha for a walk in his favorite park after the opera. Standing in front of the large, open, window in his room let him feel the gentle breeze over his skin. Considering the size of his estate, he wasn’t worried about anyone seeing him nude, and if they were to do so he wouldn’t mind as he had no qualms about showing off his body.<br/><br/>He pulled a dark, charcoal grey tuxedo out of his armoire and hung it on the tall hand carved valet suit hanger he kept in his room. Decades back he’d had a butler, but when the man, a human, had started to suspect about Frederick not aging he’d been let go. It was unfortunate, as Frederick had learned long ago to enjoy the simple pleasures his fortune allowed him.<br/><br/>An elegant dress shirt followed, the material’s soft sheen showing off its high quality. A black tie, silver cuff links, and leather Italian loafers completed the outfit. Frederick set everything aside and went to his bathroom, picking up the towel he had set aside on the way. Tonight wasn’t special in any way, but as Lady Sorcha was a dear friend and a long time blood supplier for him, he preferred to give her the treatment she deserved. She was part of the Reid family and lived up to the name, her bright red hair, delicate features, and fierce spirit making her one of the strongest and most sought after vampires in the city.<br/><br/>Frederick set the water so that it was almost scalding and stepped into the shower, closing his eyes as he dipped his head under the spray. He reached blindly for the specialty bar soap he used, an all-natural organic product made by a simple and humble human family. It was something he’d been buying from them for ages and he loved the earthly scent it left on him as it reminded him of his homeland.<br/><br/>Home was now, as it had been for centuries, New Arklow and he loved it as he knew that no one else could. Having seen it grow from the struggling fishing and mining camp to the surging city it was now had created a deep rooted attachment in Frederick, one he wasn’t willing to give up under any circumstance.<br/><br/>Thinking of his city had him immediately thinking of his fledgling. Min Yu had proven to be not only difficult and obstinate, but also incredibly abnormal in terms of his rate of maturity. Frederick’d had only three other fledglings before Min Yu, the last one having succumbed to a rare blood disease that he’d contracted after feeding from an infected vampire, and he’d hoped that in helping the young hunter he’d not only make up for his past mistake with Geoffrey, but he'd also find someone to be his companion for the next century or so. Instead he’d earned himself a headache and troublemaker.<br/><br/>That was what his date with Lady Sorcha was about and as he shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, he thought of how he’d word his assurances to her. Empty assurances, he was sure, as Min Yu was more than likely to go off on another hunting spree as he was wont to do as of late. Frederick tried to push those thoughts out of his head as he dried off and stepped back into his room, but seeing a lack of Min Yu’s personal things reminded him of just how not right his situation was.<br/><br/>He dressed quickly and efficiently, the tuxedo giving him no trouble at all, and was just giving his tie its final adjustments when Min Yu stepped into the doorway. Frederick continued to make sure he was perfectly attired, ignoring his fledgling for the moment. The urgent need to talk about their possible bonding bubbled up but he quickly tapped it down, knowing that Min Yu would either ignore him or delay him from leaving.<br/><br/>"You're looking fancy. Where are you going?"<br/><br/>Frederick looked up and gazed at Min Yu’s reflection in the mirror. "The opera with Lady Sorcha." Ridiculously, he hoped the mention of her would incite some feeling of jealousy within Min Yu, something he'd enjoyed with his previous fledglings.<br/><br/>"I'm not supposed to go, am I?"<br/><br/>"No, you’re not." The last time Frederick had invited him out, the young fledgling had made his companions uncomfortable and had almost caused a quite scandalous political incident. When Min Yu tapped his head, stating he had a headache, Frederick rolled his eyes. "You don’t, Min Yu. I don’t see why you find it so necessary to lie to me." He walked over to his armoire and pulled out a long overcoat and matching scarf. Pulling them on, he made his way to Min Yu.<br/><br/>Frederick stopped in front of his fledgling and looked down at him. Sometimes he forgot how unbelievably young Min Yu truly was and it saddened him to know that he wasn’t being given the opportunity to teach and guide the boy. "Min Yu, have you given the idea of our bonding any more thought? I believe it would be the best, considering our situation. I still don’t understand why you are so opposed to it." He place a gentle hand on Min Yu’s face, his thumb caressing the soft skin underneath the boy’s eye. "Please, my little fledgling, it is the only option we have."<br/><br/>His accent tended to solidify when tired or stressed, and right now it was as deep as it ever got, his vowels rolling together and the lilting tone hinting to his past. Frederick stared into Min Yu’s eyes and wished for the chance to know what the boy was thinking, something that he would never have if the fledgling continued down his path.