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"Oh, it's definitely going to be easier. I'm just kind of known for that...so if I start shooting people down, it's kind of suspicious." He smiled as Mikal's lips touched his own. It was such a sweet little kiss... And it felt amazing in real life. Bryan leaned into it more and hummed happily before pulling back and bumping his forehead against the vampire's. "It's funny... I try so hard to actually find someone I can have a relationship with, and it ends up being the vampire that's tried to kill me multiple times." He looked up into his eyes, a smile still on his lips. "Would you lay down with me?" he asked softly. "Just for a little while?"

Travis hummed as he stood from his lap. "I don't know. I heard of this Italian restaurant on the television... It's supposed to be really nice." He smiled at him, glad he was finally spending some time with him. "I'm going to go change into some nicer clothes than bedclothes, okay?" he told him before moving out of the room and down the hall to his bedroom. He pulled on a nice black button-up and loose slacks before putting on a pair of Gucci dress shoes. He combed through his hair once before leaving his room to sit in the livingroom and wait patiently for the older male.

"Go to sleep, Beautiful. How about I stay on the phone until you fall asleep?" he suggested softly, dozing off himself hugging his pillow on his couch. "We can fall asleep together, and it'll feel like we're right beside each other," he added in a whisper.

Bryan chuckled a little at Mikal's words. "I'd like it to stay that way," he whispered to him as he snuggled into Mikal's arms. "This is nice," he said softly. "I haven't done this since high school...before I became an active Slayer. I honestly didn't think I'd get the opportunity to do this again before I was disgustingly murdered by some demon-or-other. I actually had a high suspicion that it would be you that killed me. You know how terrified I was every time I ran into you and we had to fight? I know you're more well-trained than I am, and that there was a high chance for you to beat me. I guess it's a good thing I was in Drama in high school. I'm an excellent actor when I try. And I'm good at handling my nerves."

Travis frowned a little when Father appeared looking worried. He frowned even more when he asked him where Mikal was. He knew their night was now possibly ruined. He couldn't lie to his Father like this... "He went to speak to the Slayer and stop moping. It was my idea. I apologize," he told him with a soft voice, looking down at his lap. He didn't know if he was going to be upset with him or not. He was only trying to help.

Bryan smiled a little at the compliment from the vampire. Then he felt his body relax the rest of the way at his comment. "I could fall asleep, too. Weird considering I was sleeping not too long ago," he said with a slight chuckle. "I'm glad you broke out of your house, then. I gotta say, the dream sex was good...but as soon as you actually entered my dream, it got a whole ******** lot better." He ran his fingers up and down Mikal's back gently. "I feel so relaxed right now..."

Travis sat silently as he was basically scolded. "I'm sorry," he said again quietly as he stood and walked to the front door and out of the house. He wouldn't look at him. He was afraid to meet angry eyes. He really hated it when Father was angry with him. Though Father didn't seem to feel very close to him, Travis had always felt close with him. After all, it had never rally been Travis's want to break off their relationship. He did it because he could see that he was happy with Heison. It had been so long since he had spoken intimately with him because even after all of these years, he knew his feelings towards the older vampire would never fade as they still hadn't. Instead, he tried to help him out by taking care of talking down Mikal and Heison and looking after them so he didn't have to deal with them. Now it had seemed like he messed up. Without a word, he took off into the night towards where he knew the Slayer resided. Father was probably upset with him now. He sped up until the wind whipping at his face stung his cheeks and eyes, staring ever ahead.

bryan smiled down at Mikal as he fell asleep. He watched him for a few more minutes before his eyes slid shut as well, and they slept soundly together. Happy.

Travis started a little when his arm was grabbed. He reflexively went to pull away as he whipped around, but his body basically turned to jell-o when his eyes met his sire's. Listening to his words made his chest tighten a little. He enjoyed the hug for however long it would last him. His arms wlowly slid up to wrap back ground the older vampire's torso. He pressed his face into his chest and breathed in. God, he smelled so good... Just like he always did. He then, after a moment, piped up with, "I just wanted him to stop being so angry and secluded. I want him to be happy. He just needed to talk to whoever was causing him to be like that, and that just happened to be the Slayer," he muttered softly. He hugged him tighter at the mention of their date. "We...don't have to if you don't feel like it tomorrow," he said, speaking in a slightly strained voice.

Travis' frown deepened at the mention of his family being killed. He loved them all, too. He hated to see them upset, much less killed. He nodded a little in understanding. He felt a smile creep onto his face, though, at his Sire's words after the small kiss to the temple. Travis almost couldn't believe it when his lips were kissed. He closed his eyes, revelling in the sensation he hadn't felt in over fifty years that he longed for. When the kiss broke soon after, he looked up into his eyes. "I miss you, too," he admitted in a quiet voice, red tears building up on his bottom lid. He hugged him tightly once more before they spilled over and then took off towards the Slayer's house once again. This time, he wa happier. He felt lighter than he had in ages. Soon enough, he arrived at the Slayer's house, having sniffed his way there practically upon entering the neighborhood. He quickly glanced over the house, searching for a window he could see through. He spotted one window that was left open and hopped up into the tree that allowed him to see straight into his room. His eyes widened a little at the sight of the two so peacefully resting in each others' arms. His eyes focused on Mikal's face. He had never seen him so at peace. He didn't want to disturb them...though he knew Charlemaigne would soon interrupt them. He wanted to gaze upon a sight of such happiness and calm between the two should-be enemies and believe that miracles could happen. If only for a moment.

Travis frowned deeply as he began to feel the fury radiating off of his Sire. He watched through the window as Mikal woke with a start then practically shrunk into himself. Travis remained silent until, without warning, Father practically threw Mikal into him, knocking them both out of the tree and to the ground below. With hurt eyes he looked back up at him before averting his gaze to Mikal's tear-drenched face. He winced himself as he heard the tone he spat those last words out in. Once he was gone, Travis stood on trembling legs himself and wrapped his arms around Mikal tightly. "Just let him calm down," he whispered to him. "Give him time to breathe and calm down. It'll be okay, Mikal. You were just...trying to be happy." He held him closer and rubbed his back a little. "I've never seen you as happy as you were laying down with him."

"Yeah, we were both pretty happy," came a voice from the window above. Travis looked up to see the Slayer himself hanging his head out of the window and looking down on them. He climbed out of his own window and hopped down to where they were, landing heavily on his feet. Travis watched with interest as he pulled away from Mikal so the two could interact. Bryan stepped forward and pulled Mikal into his own arms, kissing the top of his head then nuzzling into his neck. "I guess this'll be the only time we'll get to see each other like this..," he mumbled to him sadly. He pulled back a little and lifted Mikal's chin so he was looking up at him. "You go get things straightened out with your family. I don't want to come between you guys. I really don't want to be the cause of your death or disowning. Don't let me ******** everything up. Go fix things. Listen to your Father." He looked into those vibarnt violet eyes with a sad smile then leaned forward and pressed their lips together passionately. A tear slid down his cheek before more followed. Why did he feel like his heart was breaking? Before tonight all the vampire had had an interest in was killing him violently. Now...he had become attached to the vampire. He held him close, trying to get as much from the last kiss that he could. He pulled his body so they were pressed tightly together. He eventually pulled away, excrutiatingly slowly, eye opening to gaze into those bright purple ones. He looked down briefly at his hands, loosely intertwined with Mikal's, and took them away. He pulled his class ring from high school off of his middle finger and slid it onto Mikal's own, noting that it fit perfectly. He looked back into his eyes with a pained expression before turning around and climbing back up into the tree and sliding through his window. He didn't dare look back at Mikal for fear of running right back to him and never letting go. Instead he just walked over to his bed, numbly sat down, then dropped his face into his hands and let his shoulders shake and chin quiver as he let his tears pour down his face, body collapsing into sobs that wracked his body. He couldn't even bring himself to tell him goodbye...because then he was scared he wouldn't ever see him again.

Travis looked over at Mikal after the Slayer left. He curiously examined the ring now on the vampire's finger and then looked back up at his tear-filled face. "You love him," he whispered in awe. The last man Mikal had loved that he knew of was a council member that they had tortured and killed right before Mikal's eyes. Now a Slayer... One of the oldest-living Slayers to the date. And he seemed to love him back whole-heartedly. He sighed softly and moved forward to pull him into another hug. "C'mon, Mikal. Let's get home before Father gets more furious," he told him in a gentle voice. He held onto his hand, nodding at him slightly, before starting off at a slower speed than usual back towards their home. After a moment, he said, "I'm sorry...for getting you in trouble with Father. This was my whole idea... I just...he asked me where you were, and you know I can't lie to him..," he tried to explain, feeling almost certain his words were lost in the wind rushing by them.

Travis watched Mikal retreat back to his room with a deep frown. Mikal's life just wasn't fair... How could he help who he fell in love with? With a sigh, Travis didn't even try to speak to his Sire and just went back to his room. Not only was he hurt from being knocked to the ground, but he was also angry at him.

The next morning, Bryan found himself staring at his ceiling blankly. His face was stiff from the dried tears that covered it, and he had no motive to get up and live anymore. He heard the outside noises coming in from his still-open window, reminding him that last night did happen. He felt the sun beating down on his face, meaning that it was around nine or ten in the morning. He sighed softly and laid there until he couldn't take his face being so stiff anymore. He slowly clambered out of bed and staggered numbly to the bathroom adjoined to the bedroom. He flipped on the light and turned the knob or the hot water to turn on. When he looked in the mirror, the first thing he noticed was he looked like s**t. The second thing he noticed was the red stains on his shirt. He stared at them for a while, running his hand over them. With a deep sigh he removed the shirt and leaned down into the sink immediately after to rinse his face off. Blindly, he grabbed at a towel and dried his face off...then noticing the reflection of a light ring of skin around his middle finger where a ring used to never be removed. He sighed again, holding back his tears as he threw the towel down onto the floor beside the dirty shirt. The third thing he noticed, was two light pink scars on his collarbone. He ran his fingers over them, eyes wide as the memory of Mikal biting him at that exact point in his dream flashed through his mind. His shell began to crumble. He was marked. Mikal had marked him as his own. He missed the sound of his always-unlocked front door open and the footsteps paired with happy humming coming up his stairs. He leaned down to pick up his dirty white tee-shirt and held the fabric tightly in his hands, staring down at the tear-stains on it. He staggered out of the bathroom, tears now running down his face as he stared in shock, visions of the night before and how happy he was...and then the last sights of Mikal's face as he turned away haunting him... He looked up to see Dahvie's happy face as he greeted him.

"Bryan! Isn't it a beautiful... Bry?" he asked softly, face immediately turning to worry at the sight of the Slayer. He had never seen him look so...bad. His eyes went from the tears running down his handsome face, then to the red-stained shirt in his hand...then to the white skin on his finger...then up to the two little scars covering his collarbone. Bryan immediately let out a sob and crumpled forward into his best friend's arms. Dahvie hugged him tightly as the other male sobbed, gripping onto the bartender, the tee-shirt still dangling from his balled-up fist. "Shh, Bry. Shh, it's okay... It's okay..," he chided, holding him close to himself.

They stayed like that for a while, just holding onto each other, so many scenarios running through Dahvie's head. The bartender eventually got Bryan over to the bed to sit down and calm down a little, but still held onto him. "It's okay, Bry. I won't let you get hurt again..," he whispered to him, rocking him gently. Bryan sobbed into his shoulder, the words clearly upsetting him a bit more. It must have been a really powerful vampire to overpower Bryan like that. How had this even happened? Bryan was tough. Bryan had only been overpowered thus far by a handful of beings, and he had gotten out with minimal injury. But this..? This didn't make sense.

"He's gone... I'm n-never g-g-gonna s-see him ag-gain..," he sobbed out, gripping on to Dahvie's shirt tightly as he cried. Wait, what? Dahvie grew a perplexed expression at the statement. See who again? The person that attacked him? What? People didn't generally get too attached to people who uninvitingly attacked them and got way too up close and personal. "Why don't... Why don't you tell me what happened last night?" he asked him in an almost pleading voice. He liked to know what went on with his bro. "Whenever you're ready to, though. I'm not rushing you," he soothed him, rubbing his back gently. About twenty minutes later, Bryan had calmed down enough to explain everything that had happened last night from the beginning to his dream to when he walked away from Mikal, not looking back.

"A-And when I woke up, I h-had hoped it was a d-dream, but h-his tears a-are on m-my shirt, a-and my ring's gone, a-a-and h-he marked me, Dahvie! H-He m-marked me so I-I would j-just be h-his..," he cried, beginning to break down into a sobbing mess once again. Dahvie looked on him in sympathy. Now that he understood, he saw why Bryan was so upset. They had apparently basically fallen in love last night. They had fallen in love with each other and then were forced apart in the same few hours. Bryan had always needed affection. Though he acted tough and confident, the man needed companionship, though he had usually always been alone in the end. Now that he found someone to love, he couldn't be with him for fear of safety for the other and his family. Not only was he sexy, he was also a freaking sweetheart. He would give up anything to save someone he loved.

Travis sat in his bedroom, contemplating on how he was going to begin this discussion. He had planned on speaking to his Sire today about how he felt about the situation that was happening around them. Even if it meant ruining their date, which probably wasn't going to happen anyway, and any chance he may still have to salvage their relationship. He knew he needed to give him a while to cool down after last night, but he felt like he needed to speak with him before he went to speak to Mikal again. Mikal was already probably not going to come out of his room for a month at the very least.

With a large intake a breath and a slow release to calm his nerves, Travis stood from his bed and stepped out of his bedroom. He closed the door behind him quietly and made his way down the hall to his Father's room. He knocked twice on the door, asking for entrance, but readying himself for denial of entry with how pissed he was.

Travis's whole facade crumbled when Heison told him Charlemagne was down with Mikal in the cellar. "I knew I should have woken up earlier..," he said softly. He looked up at his younger brother with a slight frown. "Heison... Mikal fell in love last night," he started out softly. Heison knew of Mikal's past love Ivan, so he probably wouldn't be expecting a happy story from those words. "With the Slayer... Father...found out. He asked me where he was and I couldn't lie to him... And...and we both witnessed them sleeping in each others' arms in the Slayer's bedroom. Father...he's not happy with him... He was furious last night and almost disowned him then and there... He hit him." He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. "I wanted...to speak with him before he had his...talk...with Mikal... I was too late, it seems..." He sighed and leaned back against the wall. "It really was sad to watch the whole thing happen... After Father left...the Slayer came out and said his goodbye to Mikal... I could...I could see and feel the love coming from them, Heison... They weren't trying to do anything wrong...it just happened. I could tell. They just...fell in love." He whispered the last part. "I know...Father's just really worried about us all. What would the Council do if they found out? They'd kill him and come after us next... The Slayer...he willingly gave up his happiness because he could see that we were all in danger. I've never seen Mikal cry so much... I've never seen a Slayer cry..."