▪ Buckingham Palace

@Jaejoong As more guests arrived and piled in, there was one that stood out. Marks own father was praising another man other than his own son. Anger was the initial feeling but it quickly depleted as he saw his father's hand point in his directions. Of course whatever his father was saying about him wasn't anything good nor praise worthy, but finally being acknowledged during the entire evening was all he wanted. Now, just one more thing left to do, to find out who this man that his father was so fond of was. Mark's ears tuned into a conversation going on between a few women. They were squealing and quietly complimenting the man's figure. Fans. Of course that man would have fans. The women went on to talk about what they've heard of his travels and what he had told Mark's father. His eyes stayed locked on the tall man but his ears tuned into all the conversations about this man. 'What's so great about him anyway? All he did was watch pathetic humans run around and do typical crap.' Mark was now glaring at the man as he talked to his mind. 'I can watch the humans as well and would've came up with the same stupid conclusion.' His anger rushed back as his father devoted all his time to his first born and this mysterious man. The champagne glass in the young man's hand shattered in his hold and the room fell silent from the sound. Eyes were now on him, but his eyes were on the man. He left some of the shards of glass in his hand as the others fell out of his loose hold. Mark walked over to the figure and glanced over to his father. "Anyone can come up with the same stupid report on worthless humans." Marks fangs began bearing from his anger. His mind began shaping the tables into oblong shaped creatures that resembled trees with sharp teeth and no eyes. Chairs were morphing into sharp daggers and the shattered glass in his palm melted out of his flesh. All this from his anger and a simple glare at the man that suddenly had his father's undivided attention.

@Tuan Yi En The only sound Jaejoong heard was the sound of him sighing to himself as he entered the music room where everything suppose to be taking place. "This is so troublesome..." He mumbled to himself as he opened the door slowly only to get at least a hundred stares for the people that had attended the party. With the heels of his shoes silently clipping against the hard wood floor. Jaejoong as soon greeted by many different people, some asking about his adventures to the colonies especially Salem Massachusetts others wanted to know some of the encounters father back than that, but Jaejoong really wasn't in the mood to tell story time but of course he kept his calm and gentle smile he always had when he attended the troublesome gatherings that seemed to require his attendance. " Lord Jaejoong is it true you were hung in Salem by those Puritans? Or is that but a rumour?" One of the younger ladies had asked him as many people seemed to be gathering around him to hear him either confirm or deny it. " It is the truth." Was all he said about the subject since he didn't really want to get into detail about why he was hung and what he was excused of doing. "Humans... Humans seem to act one emotion more than truth... it's quite upsetting seeing them kill each other over nothing, but that was a long time ago." He mumbled and smiled as he was taken to greet the head of the Tuan Family. Talking about there past encounters some good some they just wanted to forget but it was nice meeting an old acquaintance after years of not seeing one another. Jaejoong reserving unwanted praise as well as getting a pat on the shoulder from the slightly older man as a sign of how proud he was that Jaejoong was still living up to his parent's name as well as sustaining his social rank without any misshapes. "It is quite an enjoyable moment encountering you again my dear old friend, we must start keeping in better touch, I almost thought you had already left us." Jaejoong said calmly as he took a sip of his drink and swirled the liquid around his glass and looked down, "and congratulations to your son, hopefully he sustains what you have build up until this point."

@Jaejoong Tonight was a big night for the Tuan family. An event was set up to honor the eldest son and congratulate him for taking his elderly fathers place. He's an exceptional role model and exact person for the role to run such a large and prestigious family, unlike the second son, Yi En or also known as Mark. Yi En was is the youngest son of the first class vampire Tuan family. The young boy looked nearly 18 if not a tad bit older. Truth be told, he's been alive for over 4 hundred years. and within those long and always changing years, his father disowned and disgraced him. Mark was born different from his family, therefore bringing shame to his once proud father for having all boys.
At the party Mark had wandered off alone as his father not once glanced at him when he introduced his son being honored. He figured he was important and was again disowned. If his father wasn't going to introduce him to all those in the party then he might as well mingle a little himself or maybe not at all. What would make father happy? he thought to himself as one hand was clenched inside his suit pant pocket and the other held a drink to his lips as his eyes surfed over the numerous moving bodies. Even if his father didn't introduce him, he knew who everyone at the party was but just for the intention, Mark took it upon himself to straighten out his clothes and walk around to introduce himself and tell everyone to congratulate his brother. Will father look at me if i do this? Will he look at me? After moving from body to body, he'd look back to his father after each one hoping to get just one glance.