A Warm Welcome.

Rémy could not quite remember how long it had been since he last saw his younger Brother. He could remember, quite vividly, that they had not parted on good terms. In fact, Blais had spitefully declared he would change his own name, just so his name would not bare any similarities to Rémy's and the clans name. Rémy regarded this as fairly pointless, considering they were quite similar in appearance and were clearly blood relatives. Blaise had not appreciated his input and he slammed the large doors of the mansion in his face as if to clarify that.

In rather poor taste, Blaise had sent Rémy some letters documenting his travels, his new name emblazoned upon the envelopes mockingly. While his younger Brother trotted the globe, the older vampire took up the position of head vampire, his Father having turned to nothing more than ash and the other members of his clan slowly dispersing themselves among the small town. His Father ruled his clan with an iron fist, right down to the pathetic, weak freshly turned vampires. Rémy on the otherhand, held little interest for anyone but himself and a select few humans. He was not the vicious or ambitious leader his Father had expected him to be. He was a fickle minded, spoilt boy in the body of a twenty five year old man.

Still, he had a deep connection with the territory that had been passed through the generations of his clan. He could sense the beings who intruded on it's boundaries and feel their aura. Whether they were Vampire, Human or Were their presence would be noted. However, tonight, in the darkness of the forests and the stillness of the wind, he felt a strongly familiar presence. It was Blaise. Blaise had been his favourite play thing from a young age, and since Rémy was the known and respected heir to the clan, he was able to treat Blaise in whatever manner suited him. He was not abusive, no. (Although he had been known to slap or bite when he didn't get his way) He was insuffurably clingy and overbearing toward his precious little brother. Though, as Blaise began to grow his patience began to weaken, and so, when he was finally of a suitable age, he left as fast as he could possibly manage.

Rémy was shattered that night, when the door slammed in his face. However, being the man that he is, he could not comprehend that he could possibly be the problem. So, it came as little suprise for him to sense his precious little brother returning to his arms on such a fine evening. With his chin propped on his hand and his arm resting on the arm of his chair, he smirked darkly and waited for the large doors of the mansion to open once more.

20 years. Or close to it. Blaise was sure of it. 20 years and that was all it took for Remy to fuck up everything. He had left shortly after their parent's demise, as Remy was extremely overbearing and a clingy pain of an attention seeking older brother. He had sent letters, but with a strong sense of dissent. Although he knew his brother thought that he had no flaws, Blaise knew Remy was delusional. He had changed his name to try and separate himself at least slightly, and protect himself from hunters as he traveled. He sent half assed, pissy letters. At times Blaise was still an immature, irritated prick.

Remy's self centered ways had whittled down the clan and reduced their control. Blaise intended to set him straight, or at least try to. He knew he never had much sway over him, because Remy NEVER listened.

Blaise returned home reluctantly, but with purpose, able to sense his brother strongly when he returned to the land and making his way home as slowly as possible. He really did not want to see the other man again, however it had to be. When he reached the door, he stood, hesitating to knock. Did he want to be here at all, he wondered.

Tapping his fingers on the fabric of his chair, Rémy could not stand it any longer. His Brother would be a fool to think that Rémy was not aware of his presence, he could feel how close he was. It was like he was taunting him, lingering outside the doors of the manor like some stray cat.

Being the calm and patient fellow that he is, Rémy could wait no longer. He practically threw himself out of his chair as he flounced over to the doors. He peered through the gaps curiously. He saw a flash of hair-- black hair! Was that skin? Yes! Pale skin.

Before Blaise could knock, he had flung the doors open. (Or really it was more like a laboured shove) and had his arms around the other's waist despite his wrist still being suspended in his attempt to knock.

"OH frere! I KNEW you would come back!" He exclaimed, practically dragging the other man into the manor.