Erik couldn't concentrate, the weather was just putting him in the strangest of moods. What was bothering him? What made him want to sink his fangs into something so bad? He had fed a few days ago, he was close to his limit but he could withstand the beast within at this point. His green eyes lost all emotion as he signed and shuffled the papers in front of him. The life of a mundane citizen was lovely, but sometimes very boring. He had been trying to find the petulant child that plagued his memories and his past. Her child-like appearance only sheltered the beast within her and hid her from the more innocent beings around them. Erik knew better, he knew what she could do and what she had done in her past. Her hadn't been more than 250 years old when she tore apart his happiness. He heard a small rip and blinked his eyes to find that he had ripped the document he was holding in half. He sighed. "Not again..." Erik reached for the tape beside him. He had hoped to get through today with as little problems as possible. He had known that the child he had been hunting and plotting against was due to be in the city soon and soon he would have to look upon her murderous face. Everyone else just noticed the innocence on the outside, but when Erik looked at her, he saw the beast within her just as he saw the beast within himself. What makes a beast? What drives them? Erik's beast was driven for revenge and heartache, but what was Elsie's beast driven for? He supposed he would never know unless he finally got a chance to subdue her enough to talk to her without her trying to kill him.

As if noticing a change in the air, Erik looked up. "Hm?" His green eyes flicked towards the door, but all he saw was a boy standing in front of one of his employees. The image of Daniel with a lacy pink umbrella in his hands was quiet amusing to the old vampire. Erik, as usual, elegantly hid his smile behind his usual expression of disinterest. If Daniel is here, then she cannot be far behind. Erik stepped out from the counter to walk towards the three people gathered there. He was decidedly overprotective of his employees and those he deemed close to him. He had lost so much before, he knows better than to let that all slip through his fingers again. He stepped quickly towards them, feeling a malevolent air about the shop though her appearance gave none of the sort. Was it just him? Since he knew the beast that was Elsie, perhaps he was more sensitive to her ways than the humans and other creatures. Of course, who would suspect a child to have the blood of thousand upon her hands? Then again, nobody suspected that of Erik since he had killed just as many within 200 years after the incident involving Elsie and his old coven. He regretted his actions. And since then he's tried to live according to how Kristoff would want him to. No matter what he did to wash his hands of it, he still had the blood covered hands of the beast within himself.

Stepping out quickly, Erik placed a calming hand on his employee's shoulder, smiling down at her causing the girl to blush. "Thank you for greeting our guests, Tessa, you did a wonderful job." The girl smiled up at Erik brightly, nodding at him and enjoying the praise given to her by her employer. Of course, his accent did help in moving that blush to her face a bit. "This young girl is an old friend's child, and I promised to show her around the store today." A lie, but an effective one to pass of why Elsie would be here. Why did she come so suddenly? Erik hid his annoyance within his fake smiling mask. He hid his contempt for the petulant child deep within him. As soon as Tessa left, he gave Elsie a slight bow of his head, nothing more. After all, he was an aristocrat too and not a regular subordinate. His green eyes seemed to harden despite his will to stay light and cherry around both Elsie and his customers. However, his other reason to not bow to her all the way was much darker. Erik simply could not bow to someone who had murdered his happiness. "Aaaah, 1)ma petite puce Elsie and her lovely stoic Daniel." Erik kept on his smile, still hiding the darker emotions within himself. "Please come back with me to see the backroom for some refreshments." It too was a lie, for he didn't have blood for himself in the shop. Just another lie to get her out of the main area and away from him employees. He had used the endearment of 'my little flea', but he didn't mean it in a nice way. The way he had phrased it with his tone set if off as a fond endearment, however. He walked back, leading them both to the upstairs office that was his. "I must say, Daniel, that pink lace umbrella just makes your eyes pop." Erik said with a dark smirk, the bladed smile he sometimes gets when interacting with others of Elsie's coven.

His face could hide the most dangerous of secrets behind it's false top. While he presented himself in a way that showed he was both business and casual (but sometimes more casual), he had hidden away the beast within. Erik hid himself for 100 years to get in close with her within the very coven that destroyed his. While her coven changed over the years, Erik's feelings did not. Still within his own thoughts, Erik distantly heard her reply about Daniel's eyes. A pained, but restrained smile moved over his face as he turned back around to lead them to the backroom to the breakroom. He had meant the expression in a slide towards the young guard, but apparently it was not taken as such. He did not care, as long as he could insult them and they think it was a compliment was fine with him. "Believe me, Elsie, there are far more beautiful eyes in those with brighter hearts." He hadn't meant to actually say that, but he couldn't help himself. The first set of eyes came within his mind of his now deceased master. The tired, yet kind ice blue eyes looked at him with love, making his poisoned heart thump hard within his torn chest. He had held what was left of his heart together with bandages and stitches. While they helped, they were only temporary and he would soon have to change them out for new ones. The next set of eyes came into his mind were that of a human he had met not that long ago within his shop. He had the same ice blue eyes that made Erik's heart wrench open and float at the same time. How strange to feel such things after 400 years. 

When they had made it to the backroom, Erik had motioned towards one of the chairs for Elsie to sit in. He knew that when he had said 'beverage' she was expecting blood, but Erik was entirely serious in keeping up the charade of little girl visiting his shop of an old friend. He was not scared of her; he could stand his ground against her, perhaps something broken within him to not let him feel such fear anymore. Without saying another word, Erik opened the fridge to see the pack of juice boxes that one of his employees loved to drink and so he stock the fridge with drinks not only for her but for them all. He loved to take care of his workers just like they were his own family. Since he didn't have one anymore, it was something that kept him sane for the moment. Another stitch, another bandage, that was all it was. He heard her words, but it took him a moment to compose himself enough to put back on that same fox-like smile to then turn back to her with her juice box in his hand. He had opened it for her as if one would do for a child, and even put a napkin under it. To the employees that worked for him, it would look exactly like Erik entertaining his young guest with juice and cookies before taking her on a tour. He didn't make any mention of blood, nor did he plan on serving any of his employees to her. I'd sooner let her drink from me than let her tear into them. The thought sickened him, only Kristoff had the right to drink from him, but he didn't let anything show.

Just as he was going to set down an open glass bottle of coke on the edge of the table for Daniel, Erik pulled out the chair across from her and sat back in his usual Noble manner. He looked as if he belonged in the victorian era, a rouge duke who did nothing but chase skirts and entertain guests who came to his home. Erik did live within England during that time. It was his perhaps favorite Era since he could get away with much more than he could now. However, he had to hand it to the modern era: Blood banks were a godsend. "Thank you, Elsie, I have tried for the last 50 years to build something to entertain me in my old age." Erik chuckled, it was all a ruise, but he played his part well. "I have had a grand time building it up and meeting a very good variety of beings that pass through my doors." Erik's smile was like poison. It looked nice and seemed nice at first, but if one dug deeper and came closer, they would see that it wasn't that sort of thing at all. Folding his hands upon his lap, crossed his legs, and looked at her calmly. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Elsie? Did Daniel miss me?" Grinning in his usual dark manner, Erik's eyes flicked towards the vampire who accompanied the murderess. "Too bad, Daniel, I don't do monogamous relationships." He winked at the vampire with another bladed smirk. Erik wasn't exactly nice to those within her coven, but he stayed calm enough and within the line to not rise any suspicion of his actions.