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 Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 3:29 pm
Dahve's eyes widened slightly as he was thrown backwards onto the bed, grin on his face because he knew something wonderful was about to happen. Before he knew what was happening, Dahvie was groaning loudly as Heison sunk down quickly onto his d**k. His hands went straight to the vampire's hips, nails digging into the flesh. He expected Heison to sit there for a little longer than he did, so Dahvie heard himself curse softly when there was almost immediately movement. "********," he breathed, looking up at the beautiful being above him. How could he have gotten so lucky to catch this vampire's attention? He was so perfect. It just wouldn't click in Dahvie's head that Heison was his now.
As Heison began riding him harder, Dahve began to pant heavily. "Heison...you're so perfect," he forced out between breaths. His eyes slid down the vampire's torso to his bobbing erection. Dahve gave a lazy grin as one of his hands slid around Heison's hip and grasped onto it, giving it a few slow pumps, completely the opposite of the frantic, fast-paced riding Heison was doing. He had to lean his head back and close his eyes as he relished the feeling of Heison moving over top of him, feeling like the best thing that had ever happened to the redhead.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 10:16 pm
Heison cried out in ecstasy as Dahve touched his member. The sharp contrast in the pace was almost too much for Heison's mind to process. For a human, this was already intense sex, but almost all of a vampire's senses were heightened. To Heison, having sex with Dahve was a new world of pleasure that a human being probably couldn't even process. Not only was Dahvie good, vampires could enhance their sexual experience even more if there was a connection... And man was there a connection.
"Dahhhhhhvvvvieeeeee, ahhhh...." He groaned out loudly unable to stop himself from crying out. Because of Heison's more childish nature, sex for him was taboo almost. He got attached really easy, and he would be lying if he said that he didn't believe in true love still. He didn't just have sex with people. Was he a terrible flirt? Hell yes, but that didn't mean that he actually put out. Therein, Heison wasn't usually one for being super loud when he was having sex. Of course, that also could have come from the fact that he was the youngest child of a vampire that already had two sons. You got very weird looks after your vampire siblings hear you screaming or moaning sexually in the night
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 10:29 pm
Dahvie looked up at Heison as he began to cry out in pleasure. The redhead moaned loudly at the noises he was making and breathed, "I love your voice... Let me hear you." With a bit of difficulty, Dahvie suddenly rolled over, forcing Heison below him. He continued the motion from before, though, and began to mercilessly pound into the vampire, gripping onto his thighs and digging his nails in roughly as he did so.
The bartender leaned down and smashed his lips onto Heison's sliding his tongue inside his mouth briefly. Then he kissed down his jaw, sucking at any flesh he could as he moved down and around his throat. He came to the scar from Heison's turning again and slowly flattened and slid his tongue across it before sucking on the raised flesh, humming and grunting as he continued to thrust. Then he moved back up to his lips, delving his tongue back into the vampire's mouth once again, running it along the back of his teeth. He felt a fang p***k his tongue and then tasted blood. He quickly pulled back from the kiss and buried his face in the vampire's neck again, breathing in the wonderful scent of his bedpartner as he sucked more at his skin, eventually sinking his teeth into his neck just beneath his jaw and ear.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 12:16 am
Heison cursed loudly at Dahve's ability to switch so seamlessly into pounding into him. Cursing was another thing that Heison didn't normally do, but it seemed that Dahve was pulling the demon out of him. "Oh... Fuuuuuccc... Dahhhvvvviiieeeee, yessssss," he moaned out loudly. His voice was strained and almost to the point of screaming all of his words... If you could even call what Heison was saying words. Everything feel so good, even the nails cutting into his sides. It seemed that Heison's body just wasn't processing pain anymore, just pleasure.
As their mouths smashed together, the fact that Dahve was a human seemed to be slipping Heison's mind, which just made him tougher as he dug his own talons into the other's back. "Ahh-" he moaned sharply as the redhead attacked the known sensitive spot. Everything Heison was doing now was pretty much completely on instinct, so it was a deathly mistake for the bartender to nick himself like he did. "Haaaahhhhh," Heison breathed in almost a hiss as the blood spread throughout his mouth. There was no way there should have been this much blood from the little nick.. Or was Heison imagining it?
Heison was suddenly driven by feeling he had never had before, the vampire wanted human blood.... He had never once ever wanted human blood, but now that he had gotten a taste of it was like a sickness. His eyes grew dialated as he wrapped his arms around Dahve's neck, and the strong hands pulled the redhead back up to him. His teeth sank into the flesh of the other's shoulder without thought, but as if the small part of Heison still had a little bit of control, he ended up making more of a marking bite than a feeding bite.
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Dahvie tensed up just the slightest when he felt Heison pull him away from his neck and attack his own flesh. “Heison,” he breathed, groaning a little. He knew he shouldn’t have liked it as much as he did, but...damn it all, Dahvie just got hotter from the bite. Even though he wasn’t positive that the vampire wouldn’t attack him at any minute. Though, he would quite possibly be as content as he possibly could be with a death by really hot sex with a really sexy vampire.
After this train of thought, Dahvie didn’t even try to stop Heison from taking any of his blood. He just worked harder, slamming his hips into Heison’s a** again and again, brushing that bundle of nerves each time. His body, however, was getting a bit tired out. “Heison...baby...c** for me,” he groaned, nuzzling against his temple as he moaned. “I want you to come so hard for me. Scream my name; let the world know who you belong to,” he growled out, not even realizing the irony of his words.
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Heison could have cried in that moment as Dahve didn't stop him from having the blood. As the new blood came flowing into his mouth, the vampire feel his body immediately adjusting to the new substance. His body felt blood instantly getting him strength and vitality. With the new liquid in him, he could have easily hurt the bartender in his condition. As the vampire moved his tongue over the two holes, a new problem emerged. Heison's salvia with the new found power in him could heal the wounds. It wouldn't remove the scar he had made, but he did stop the blood flow.
The vampire, still believing he had the green light, started to make small bites all over Dahve's neck, shoulders, and chest to get more and more blood. He had never feed off a something that was living, except Charlemagne, so the idea of a feeding bite was foreign to him. He could only make the marking bites, which he had only done in the heat of the moment just now, and small p***k bites, which were really just to get blood to come out. Being small though, he had to make quite a few bites in a short amount of time to get even remotely close to the amount of blood he wanted.
With the blood working as an aphrodisiac, Heison about ready to explode as Dahve slammed into his body over and over. He felt weak and strong at the same time. He wasn't even sure if his own body knew what it wanted. Hearing his redhead command him, he obeyed almost instantly. "Ahhahahaa- Dahve! Ahhmmmmmm," he screamed out at the top of lungs completely losing himself to a whole new world of pleasure. It felt so good that Heison had actually blacked out moments after cumming all over the two of their bodies.
His eyes rolled back into his head as his eyelids closed slightly. It was like seeing a mystic trance. The brunette did come back to the world of the living a few moments later, but it was a little startling since he came back almost completely calm. "...I love you," he breathed as he awoke, his bright green eyes glowing almost in the dark.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 9:17 pm
Dahvie was overcome by all of the bites littering his neck. He had never experienced anything as satisfying as this one night had been already. “Heis… Oh, s**t..,” he groaned, grunting with the force of his efforts of making Heison lose himself. As soon as Heison began to tighten around him, Dahvie grunted and moaned out the vampire’s name as well, cumming deep inside of him, more with each rough thrust. Hearing Heison scream out his name like he did made Dahvie’s body shudder in delight. The next thing he knew, he was slumped up against Heison’s body, breathing hard and slowly slipping out of him.
Dahvie propped himself up slightly to look at Heison’s face, and he looked just in time to see his eyes roll back where they were supposed to be and shine vibrantly up at him. Dahvie gave an exhausted smile when Heison said he loved him. “Silly Heison… You don’t know that for sure. You’re just relishing in the absolutely amazing sex we just had. You lust me,” he teased and rolled off to the side. He hung halfway off of the bed as he reached for a white dirty towel. When he successfully grabbed on to it, he rolled back over and began to carefully wipe Heison’s belly down before taking care of his own. He threw it back onto the floor when he was done and leaned over to kiss his lips. “So,” he said conversationally, “I think...that this means we’re definitely a couple now. How about you?” he asked, resting his head on the vampire’s shoulder as he looked up at him. “I also think we both need to go take a shower to clean ourselves off before we doze into sleep, hmm?”
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Heison giggled a little. "No, I have faith in us, so you can say it is only lust, but i know better. I have seen all the proof I need." Heison informed Dahve with a small nod as he helped wipe some of the bodily fluids off of him. Heison once again seemed tickled by the question. "You don't quite understand how relationships work do you? You don't just have sex like that with someone you aren't dating. It just doesn't work like that. I have been considering us a thing for a while now if that isn't too bold to say... I don't know, I just get feelings about people, I guess," Heison said with a soft, childlike wisdom. He didn't need to question or worry about something he had this much faith in.
The brunette chucked a little again hearing the other ask to take a shower. "Yeah, you are probably right about the shower, but I can't stay. I have to go home since father is still stressed out about me collapsing and running out of blood. It wouldn't be forever, but right now, he is just all panicked about everything. To be honest, I think Travis has been helping to take the edge off since normally I wouldn't even get to leave the house." Heison stated softly as he pushed up off the bed. With Dahve's blood, he had a stupid amount of energy, even after being so active.
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Dahve smiled at him as he sat up. "I have been wanting to have this happen for a long, long time," he told him and sat up himself. His upper body swayed a little and he placed a hand on his head to steady himself. "I think you took just a little too much blood there, Babe," he told him. He felt fine, just a little dizzy and super exhausted. "You mind helping me in there? Not really sure I can walk properly. It's a good thing I have a shower bench," he said with a chuckle and forced himself to his feet, legs feeling like jelly.
He frowned hearing Heison couldn't stay. He had really wanted to curl up with him and sleep like a baby. "That sucks... Can you at least stay until I fall asleep?" He asked hopefully. "So we can cuddle up and enjoy ourselves just a bit longer?" He leaned on Heison and leaned up, kissing his lips briefly.
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Heison looked over at Dahve's upper chest with a deep frown now. "Sorry...I don't know what had come over me... Normally I can't even stand the smell of human blood." Heison mumbled with regret lacing his voice. He almost couldn't believe that he had made all those bites. He barely remembered making the first one let alone all the others that seemed littered there. His delicate hands slowly smoothed over the redhead's ivory skin that was now marred with the bite marks. Since only one was a marking bite, they would probably disappear within a week, maybe two, but that didn't mean that Heison was apologetic for making them. There must have been over twenty bites covering his upper torso.
Heison moved quickly to help the other walk into the bathroom. It was the least he could do since he was the one that put him in that condition. Of course, with Heison new-found strength, he easily took up all of Dahvie's weight and got him into the bathroom. He turned on the water before turning back to the other. "Ummm, I can try, I have no idea what time it is. If the sun starts to come up, I could get trapped here. I don't know if you know this, but your house isn't suited for a vampire, even a little one." Heison informed him with a little laugh as he recalled the layout of the house. There really was windows everywhere. There would be almost no dark hiding spots for Heison to lay low.
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Dahvie plopped down on the shower bench and relaxed against the back wall. He nodded when Heison said he may not be able to stay long. “I’d rather you get home safe than risk getting caught in the sun on my behalf,” he told him, reaching forward and pulling Heison down to him by the wrists. He smirked slightly and kissed his lips with a delighted hum. “I love that I can do that whenever I want now,” he purred, kissing him again.
“I don’t want you to be upset with yourself over the bites, alright? If it bothered me, I wouldn’t have let you do it...er...I would have tried to not let you do it, anyhow. Not sure if I would have succeeded with that. Plus, it was partially my fault. I shoulda been more careful around those fangs of yours,” he told him with a grin. He rubbed his nose against the vampire’s cutely before kissing him again. “And, ya know, if I ever need to, I can always make my house sun-proof. Anything to protect your sweet a**,” he said teasingly, reaching around and gently slapping Heison’s a**.
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Heison smiled a little at him as he stated he wasn't mad at Heison for wanting to go home early. Heison and his siblings would probably never admit it, but all of them had the inner desired to please their sire. It was just in a vampire's nature to want to obey the command of the one that gave them eternal life. The only vampires that were immune to it were the one's that didn't know their sire and the ones who's sire had passed on. Of course with their higher order, those vampires were pretty uncommon. The royal court made a point to kill off any vampire that strayed away from the court's family ideals.
Heison gladly kissed the other as he was pulled to the other being. "Ummm, I love that you love to kiss me, I like the neediness, haha believe it or not, I don't find a lot of people that are needy with me,"Heison laughed as he pulled back and glanced across the other's mared skin. His face seemed to dim a little seeing all the bites. He wasn't a violent vampire, so it hurt that he hurt his beloved. Dahve's voice seemed to pierce through his depressed thoughts. "Thank you for that saying that sweetheart, but I still feel like I over did it." He told him softly as he moved closer to the bartender. "Oh, no, no, I would ever ask you to change your life for me. I don't want to become a burden to you. I am completely fine as is." Heison told him quickly hearing his words before squeaking at the feeling of Dahvie grabbing his butt. At this rate, they would never finish their shower.
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Dahvie grinned up at Heison when he squeaked. He slid his hand back up his back then down his arm. He clasped his hand with his vampire's and brought it to his lips, kissing each of Heison's knuckles sweetly. "You are adorable," he teased with a hum.
"You should hand me the soap so I can get you all scrub-a-dub-dubbed up," he said with a grin. "And then you should kiss me again, because I honestly just can't get enough of you no matter what I do." He replaced his hand on Heison's a** and squeezed it thoroughly, rolling his fingertips to knead the wonderful flesh. "If I weren't so tired, I think I would have to get you to ride me again," he purred.
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Heison giggled a little at Dahve's words. He was the sweetest pervert that Heison had ever talked to. "Okay, but if you get to rub all over my body, I am going to have to return the favor," Heison told the redhead as he grabbed the bar of soap and slipped into Dahve's lap. Skillful he moved his hand across the other's body as he dipped his head down and teasingly breathed into Dahve's ear. "How does that feel?" He asked in a low voice as he moved the soap around the other's body.
"Hmmm, taking another ride is pretty tempting, but I guess I'll spare you since I can't promise I'll be gentle with you." He breathed into his ear before pulling back and handing the bar of soap to the other. There was a coy smile on his lips, but it seemed that he was going to play nice for now.
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"Mmmmm... That feels wonderful," Dahvie told him with a content smile on his lips, arms wrapped around his waist loosely. He looked up at his boyfriend's face and admired just how beautiful he was. His eyes were still that vibrant, neon green. Water was running down his chest and on to Dahve's skin. He smiled when Heison's eyes met his, and he ran his fingers through his wet hair. "You are so, so damn beautiful...and you are so right about us... I do love you," he told him softly before taking the soap and beginning to run bhis hands all over the beautiful body on top of him. "Then again, I could just be completely infatuated with you. Whichever works," he added with a slight chuckle.
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Heison's lime green eyes linked up with Dahve's and it felt like he could see into the other's soul. "Ummmm, I don't ever want to leave your side, so whichever allows me to have that privilege," he whispered back, barely speaking the words, but it felt like they were still sinking deep down into the other's heart. The young vampire enjoying the feeling of just sitting with the other, leaned down to lay his head on the redhead's shoulder. As he laid there quietly just letting Dahve smooth over his body with the soap, he had a thought strike him.
"What happens when you die?..." The thought was so strong that Heison was sure that the bartender must have heard it too. It was one of those make or break questions when a vampire messed around with people and got attached. How did you face the reality that the person you love could die tomorrow with the simplest of accidents, but you were almost invincible? Heison couldn't even turn him, he wasn't powerful enough... Not that he would ever have the heart to do it. You had to die at some point to turn completely and Heison wasn't sure if he could risk killing Dahvie. In the process of turning, there really was a very fragile line.
But then again, could Heison really sit around and watch his beautiful love grow old and die? Or worst, fall victim to the perils of this world and its inhabitants. Heison suddenly felt ridged with fear as he held onto the other a little tigher. He didn't want to lose his love.
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As soon as the words left Heison's mouth, Dahvie felt his chest tighten. It hit him even harder when Heison clung to him for dear life. He tightened his grip on the vampire as well as they sat in sad, scared silence. He took deep breaths as he thought of something, anything that he could give him as an answer. "I don't know," was all he could come up with in a choked voice. "We...we'll have to deal with that issue later... Right now I just want to enjoy the time I do have with you for as long as I can..."
He sat there with Heison in his arms until the water ran cold, and then a little longer before he even started thinking about moving. Eventually, however, they got out, and they both got dressed. As soon as they were dressed, however, Dahvie latched back onto him and squeezed, not wanting to let him go. "We're going to be together until the world decides it's time we shouldn't be," he whispered into his neck and kissed the skin there before he began peppering kisses all over his skin, wherever he could reach. "Lay down with me before you have to leave...please..," he begged quietly, Heison's earlier question haunting him now.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 8:57 am
Heison seemed to grow quiet when Dahve gave him no answer. He could feel their connection grow cold and die as soon as he didn't get an answer from him. Yes, the redhead said words, but that wasn't an answer. Dahve was a strong person, but suddenly he seemed so fragile. Heison didn't want to hurt the other, but it didn't seem that he could even commit to wanting to stay human or being turned. Heison wasn't sure if Dahve had fully accepted that he was a vampire, based on the way that he was acting. Yes, Heison was a very different kind of vampire, but that didn't mean that he wasn't a vampire. He loved his family and what he was. He wasn't going to be ashamed of who he was or hide his identity to make Dahve feel better about his choice to be with him.
Heison just didn't know what to say. He meant what he had said earlier about loving Dahve, but he just needed to think about all of this all. He needed to know if he did or didn't have the strength within himself to be with someone who could die so easily, any moment of the day. But not only that, Heison needed to know if he could be with person that didn't accept who he was, even if he did love them. Heison just felt so confused. Maybe talking to Travis about this would make him feel better. Travis always knew what to say to make Heison feel better.
As Heison finished covering himself as best he could with his ripped clothes, he was almost stunned by Dahve hugging him again. His words were so sweet and inviting, but Heison felt so detached from him at the moment. Honestly, he just didn't feel like he could believe the words coming from the bartender's mouth. "... I, I really want to, but I don't think I can, please, please, don't take that the wrong way, I am just really tired and I can't stay the night here." Heison spoke softly unable to look back Dahve's face. He didn't want to see the hurt or disappointment in his facial expression.
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Dahvie felt his chest tighten when Heison said he couldn’t stay. No, he needed to hold him right now. His thoughts and worries were driving him crazy now. Why hadn’t he thought of that before? He would die eventually, but Heison had a much less chance of dying in the next half-century or so. Even so, Dahvie would grow old, Heison staying young. It wouldn’t be fair to the vampire. None of it would. But if Dahve did die early… Heison would be so devastated.
“Okay, yeah. You’re right. You probably do need to get home, just in case. Get some rest. You’re still recovering from the other day,” he muttered out, releasing his grip from the vampire. “Sorry, I’m just being pathetic. Drive safe,” he told him softly, dipping down and kissing his lips firmly, not wanting to let him go. “Text me when you get home, okay? Or call me? I mean…I know you can handle yourself and everything, but I just… I worry about you. Can’t really help it,” he told him, stepping back from him, feeling like his heart was ripping in two as the distance tore into him. He gave him a weak smile then turned and walked over to his bed, sitting on it. “You should probably go before I trap you in here and never let you leave,” he said with a soft chuckle, looking down at his tightly-clasped hands as he hunched over on the bed, trying his best to hide his worries and insecurities. He just needed some time to think about all of this. He wanted to be with Heison, that was for sure, but he had never thought about the consequences of being so selfish.
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Heison let his arms fall down beside his sides as he felt the other released him. The vampire could almost sense all the fears that were racing through both of their heads. They wanted to be, but they just weren't clicking like they were supposed to. Heison would go to the end of the earth for Dahve, but honestly in that moment, he didn't think that Dahve would be as willing to make the same leap. It hurt to know that Dahve might not love him as much as he loved Dahvie. The bartender's words gave him no comfort either. He knew the other was just terrified about what all this meant, while Heison was terrified that it meant they couldn't be together.
"Dahvie... I'm sorry, too... I promise I'll be back to see you as soon as possible, okay?" The vampire told the redhead softly after a moment of thought. He then bridged the gap between, if only for but a moment, to kiss his love once more before he pulled back started for the door. At the door, he paused and turned back to look at his new lover one last time for the night. "Hey and just so you know I worry about you, too, so don't go off and die on me before I get to see you again...okay? I love you, and I hope you have a good night's sleep." He offered as a final farewell of their night together before walking out the door and out of Dahve's house.
As the vampire climbed into his car and started it, an eerie feeling came over him. Father had always told him that if he ever drank human blood, he would learn to sense all kinds of different things, but Heison had no idea what this feeling meant. His lime green eyes looked up to dahvie's house, and suddenly he had a feeling that he shouldn't be there. It was terribly troubling, because Heison wasn't sure if it meant there was danger nearby or that this division between Dahvie and him would only grow. He knew that he couldn't stay ther any longer, but he could risk leaving the bartender to fend for himself either. Conflicted, he decided to call Bryan to come watch over Dahve as he drove off towards the mansion. Of course, he didn't get the chance to dial the number into his phone before something jumped on the hood of his car.
Startled, Heison yelped and dropped his phone onto the floorboard. He didn't know what to do except speed up and hope whatever it was flew off his car. It didn't, but he had managed to drive down onto a more secluded road before it ripped a hole in the top of his car. He wasn't far from home, maybe ten minutes now. The vampire jumped out of the car and made a dash for the house. If he could get there, he would have Father and Travis, who were both much better at fighting. The feeling of danger was now almost choking him it was so strong. It felt like every hair on his body was standing on end as he ran. From behind him, he could hear it chasing him from where all his senses were hightened.
"What vampire! Too terrified to face me!" It snarled and Heison stopped dead in his tracks as he turned to face it. As he turned back, it was obvious what was attacking him... A werewolf...
Heison felt faint as he stumbled through the doorway of the house. "Father! Travis! Anyone! Please, you have to wake up! He going after Dahve, I just know it! You have to go save him!... I can't... I can't reach him.. I can't save him..." Heison yelled as the limped towards the hallway. His body was marred by deep claw marks and he was covered in his and the werewolf's blood. "Help... Please.. You have to help him.." Heison struggled out as he collapsed down onto the floor of the hallway. He was losing too much blood to carry on, not to mention the werewolf's blood was burning his skin.
Werewolves and vampires both lived with curses, but unfornately they were destined to hate each other. Throughout the thousands of years of warring, each side developed ways of protecting themselves. Werewolves long ago had made it so a vampire could never feed on them by making their blood toxic, but Vampires made it so that a bite from them was also toxic to werewolves. Without remedy, a vampires bite drives a werewolf to the brink of insanity, and a werewolf's blood is like acid to any part of a vampire's body. Needless to say, but both can be a fatal toxin with enough of it. Werewolves are also naturally stronger and faster than vampires, but vampires tended to be more clever and could regenerate given time. A werewolf can turn a human with just a simple bite, but vampires lived much longer than werewolves. Once a human had been transformed though, they can't change into the other due to the poisons of both... Their hate is so embedded into them that they can sense one another and the smell they put off is putrid to the other.
Heison, since he was still young, had never encounter a werewolf; before now, he had only be told about them. He also never received the training that Mikal and Travis did, because of his utter distaste for fighting. Despite both of these factors though, he managed to get back to the house without being killed, and he managed to get lucky and wound the werewolf. The only problem was that the werewolf catch on that Heison was trying to keep him as far way from people as possible, so after being wounded he said that he was going to go back to the house he found the vampire at and kill the entire neighborhood to get revenage on the vampire for hurting him. When Heison tried to stop him, it only proved to the werewolf that he was on the right track, before he had escaped.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 12:44 pm
Dahvie savored the last kiss Heison gave him. He felt his heart swell then rip apart again as he pulled back. He watched Heison walk out of the door then , running his hand through his hair. What had he gotten himself into this time?
Travis started awake as he heard Heison's yelling. He dashed out of Father's bed and down the hall, eyes widening at not only the stench of werewolf, but the sight of his brother. "Heison, honey, how did this happen?" He asked, eyes watering up at how strong the stench was.
Bryan was the next one out. His mind was focusing on what Heison said about it going after Dahvie. "Don't you worry, Heison. I won't let him hurt him," he told him, kissing his forehead before grabbing the keys to Mikal's car and running out to it. He started it up and sped off down the road. He passed up Heison's torn up car and scowled. Heison loved that car. This guy was gonna pay. Especially if he hurt his friend.
He had ro make a stop at his house and load himself down with weapons. He grabbed some guns and silver bullets as well as a few silver-bladed daggers. Growling to himself, he got back in the car and ape off to Dahvie's hours.
"s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t!" Dahvie chanted as he ran through his house, tossing and flipping up furniture in his wake to slow down the creature that was after him. "You're gonna have a lot kf my patrons pissed at you if you kill me, you know!" He screamed at the thing as he ran up the stairs to the attic. In a panic, he began digging through the box of weapons Bryan had helped him collect, searching for something silver that could pierce the thing. Anything.
He looked up to see the beast looming over him and grabbed the first thing he could blindly get a hold of. He held up a cross then sobbed slightly. "I would grab the one thing that couldn't help me at all," he whimpered, tossing it to the side and backing up, tripping over himself and falling back into the wall. He whimpered as he fell onto his clawed arm, his side searing in pain as well from another swipe of claws from earlier. "s**t. I'm gonna die," he whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks. His heart broke more as he thought about Heison.
He fumbled with his phone as he scurried off of the wall and more towards the corner, frantically searching for Heison's number. He breathed a sigh when he finally found it and called. Looking around, he saw an opportunity and dashed around the beast as quick as he could to buy him more time. He actually felt like he was toy in with him.
When the ringing turned to voicemail, Davie let out another sob, almost falling down the stairs. "Heison, I know...I know I didnt g-give you a straight answer earlier, but I-I'm kind of being hunted by a werewolf right now, and it's made me think about it. I don't want to die and leave you alone. I want to be with you forever. I would do a-anything, Heison. I love you. I love you so much, and...and I wish I could see you one more time before I--" he choked out a sob as he ran back through his house, hearing the laughing creature following him, stalking him.
"I would have you turn me, no matter the risk, if I could be with you longer. If it comes down to it, that's what I want. I want you to turn me so I can hold you in my arms and never leave you. I mean it, Heis. I love you s--" The dial tone sounded as the phone bleeped once again, the call dropping. He shoved it in his pocket and found himself cornered again. He hadn't been paying attention where he was going.
"Hey, Dickhole! Want something else to chew on? I've got a little more meat on my bones, don't you think?" Called Bryan as he burst through the door, mis-shooting and getting the thing in the shoulder with a silver bullet. "That's for Heison and his car! And, believe me, you've got it coming for all of this mess," he snarled, taking aim again.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 9:36 pm
Heison burst into tears as he laid there in the hallway. His whole body felt like it was on fire. The werewolf blood was everywhere, including into his wounds. He had been well enough to carry on when he had adrenaline pumping through him, but now that he had stopped running, he felt like he was literally melting. As Travis rushed to him, he looked up at his brother and weakly held up his hands. "No, stay back... A werewolf attacked me... I'm covered in his blood... I don't want you to be burned... I don't want you touch me," Heison weakly sobbed as he laid there hurt and in extreme pain. As Bryan ran out next, Heison thanked him repeated as he seemed to become less panicked. At least Dahvie would be okay as long as Byran got to him. Heison knew that no matter what happen to him, if Dahvie was hurt because Heison was unable to protect him, he would ever be able to forgive himself.
Father had startled awake when Travis jumped up out of his arms. "Heison!?" He yelled quickly getting up and rushing to his youngest child's aid. Smelling the stench of werewolf, he instantly knew what had happened. Fortunately for the young vampire, Father had a lot more experience with the nightmarish creatures, and he knew exactly what to do. "It's okay, I'm going to get it off of you okay? Shh, Shh, it's alright, I am going to help you Heison," Father told the young vampires quickly as he picked him up into his arms. The blood, as soon as it touch him, started to eat away at his skin, but he knew he had to get it off of Heison. There was no telling how long it had been on him already, and since Heison didn't drink human blood, he would take twice as long to heal his wounds.
As fast as he could, he rushed Heison into the nearest bathroom and climbed into the tub. He turned the cold water on as fast as he could, and started pulling the drenched clothes off of Heison. As the cold water touched the blood and washed it off, it began revealing the burned skin underneath. It looked like Heison had chemical burns on about 70 percent of his body. The older blonde, once he had tossed Heison's and his own clothes into a pile outside the tub, he pulled the other to his chest and just held him.
Heison was still sobbing even though most of the blood was gone now. His whole body felt like it was decaying from all the pain. "I-it hurts...it h-hurts so much," he breath quietly as tremors racked his small, wounded frame. "I know, I know, it's okay though sweetie, because I am going here now, I am going to protect you and make all the pain go away. For now, just save your strength, okay? We have to stay in the water another ten minutes to make sure all the blood is gone. Then we have to go clean out all of your wounds. Just rest, you did good, and you don't have be scared anymore," Charlemagne told his child softly as he just sat there with him in the tub.
Mikal had woke up to the commotion as well, but he couldn't be of much of any help. By the time he was able to get himself up to the door, father was already picking Heison up and Bryan was gone. He had to hiss a little though as the two rush pass him. In his weakened state, the werewolf stench almost make him vomit right there. Like Travis, Mikal managed to get to the bathroom and stand there helplessly as they watch Father take care of Heison. He looked really bad. The sight reminded him of when he was younger and he had been attacked by a werewolf. Of course, Mikal was different from Heison. He actually killed the werewolf that foolishly attacked him. Travis and Mikal both didn't want to speak up to that fact, but this would have never turned out like this if Heison had been trained like the two of them.
Father was more careful with them though. Maybe it was because the two of them were more what you actually considered vampires. Heison was so sweet that even humans that met him and found out he was a vampire liked him. Maybe father just thought that nothing would consider him enough of a threat to hurt him like this. Still, something didn't seem quite right about this situation. Werewolves didn't just wander about looking for vampires unless they were looking to die. They usually were only able to track vampires by the smell of fresh human blood. Something that Heison couldn't even barely stand to even be in close proximity to. What was Heison doing before his werewolf caught onto his trail?
Mikal looked down at the wet clothes and then at Travis. "We should take those outside and burn them before the sun comes up.. The longer they are in the house, the more likely we will never get the smell out. I would do it myself... But you know.." Mikal spoke up softly as he grabbed a towel to throw over the clothes so they didn't touch them directly. There really was no saving clothes once they had something that potent on them, so they had to be burned. Normally this task could wait, but it would give the two something to do instead of just staring at their hurt brother.
The werewolf laughed as he listened to the panicked redhead talk over the phone. He was a disgustingly pathetic weakling. Who in the world would use their last words to tell a vampire that they loved him and that he wanted him to turn him? It make the werewolf want to throw up. "Haha, maybe I can solve all your troubles, you stupid human, let me give you the life you really desire!" He yelled with a loud cackle and howl. Then the werewolf lunged at his cornered prey. His teeth sank deep into the bartender's forarm right as the door burst opened. The werewolf pulled back quickly to dodge the bullet, but it still got him in the shoulder.
"Ahhhh- you will pay for that with your life!" The werewolf howled as he ran directly at the dark haired male. He quickly mawled at the shooter and got in a few good swipe him before he managed to knocked the gun out of his hands. Unfortunately, the werewolf wasn't quick enough with his wounds to get the gun out of the slayer's hands before he took another shot. This one pierced him deep in his upper chest. It had nicked his heart, and the silver burned like instant lava. The creature howled as he clawed at his chest to try and get the bullet out. "Ahhhh!" The werewolf cried as he collapsed and transformed back into his human form from weakness. He quickly began to cry in pure agony as he flopped around. The silver had quickened the pace of his heart and speed up the infection of the vampire bites he had from Heison.
"No, no, ahhhh, please... Kill me... Finish me...I plead you.. Ahhhh!" He almost screeched as he felt like his brain was oozing out of his head. He could feel himself losing grip on reality and slipping to a black darkness of pain and torture. The werewolf was holding his head with enough force to actually pull hair out and practically just rolling around the floor now screaming. The vampire poison and the silver as just too much.
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Bryan practically snarled at the werewolf now in human form. He walked closer to him and glared down at him. "I don't think you deserve mercy. You attack my friend, then hunt his boyfriend down and attack him in his own home... Why should I spare you the pain?" He spat out, standing above him before kneeling down on his arms to pin him. He pulled his blade off his belt and held the tip against the creature's throat. "Why did you target them? My two best friends are hurt, and it's your fault," he hissed threateningly.
Dahvie who was panting and gritting his teeth at the pain, choked out, "Is Heison okay?" He asked, body tense. "He's hurt, but he's being taken care of. He made it home, so don't worry about you too much, Dahve," he told him, looking back at his friend briefly then back at the wolf. Dahvie went silent other than some deep breathing then before saying, "He bit me, Bryan. What does that mean? Am I...am I gonna turn into one of them now?" His voice was shaking from both the pain and the thoughts going through his head. Dahvie's words cut straight through Bryan's head as he said them. He felt his body go numb, then all he saw was red.
When he could control himself again, the werewolf was dead, and he was kneeling beside Dahvie with blood splattered across his face. "Dahve, we'll get this cleaned up and bandaged, and I'm...I'm gonna call Mikal and see if he can help me figure out what to do, okay?" He told him, looking over his best friend's wounds. "I'm so sorry," he said softly.
He helped him stand and brought him to the bathroom to clean up the scratches and the bite. He quickly bandaged up the wounds and got him out to the torn up living room and on the couch. Dahvie, after staring off into space, leaned over and buried his face in Bryan's shoulder, his friend holding him as he began crying again. Between the pain and the terror and the almost-fight he had with Heison...it was just too much.
Bryan kept a frown on his face as he held Dahvie in his arms. He carefully pulled his phone from his pocket and called Heison's phone, hoping someone would pick up. Maybe someone went back and got Heison's phone out of his car. He really needed to get his boyfriend's number. His fingers ran gently through Dahvie's hair as he felt his friend start falling asleep on him now that someone was there with him.
Travis nodded to Mikal's suggestion and moved to gather the clothes. He hissed softly as the scent burned his nose and the blood remnants burned his skin slightly. He rushed them outside, letting Mikal catch up whenhe could, and threw them into their fire pit in the back yard. He procured a bottle of gasoline from their small storage shed and doused them with it. He lit it with a match, and the two watched the clothes burn, just staring into the fire.
"I'm gonna go wash my hands and then go see if we can salvage Heison's car. Make sure they burn completely, alright?" He told his brother then kissed his forehead, before walking off. He scrubbed his skin to stop the burning sensation then got dressed and armed himself with a gun loaded with silver bullets and a silver-bladed knife. If he ran into that thing, he'd be prepared.
He sped out towards the city, quickly finding the abandoned vehicle. He shook his head at the sight. They'd have to get him a new car now. He searched through the totaled piece of junk and got anything he knew was of value to his brother, including the phone. Which started ringing almost as soon as he touched it.
"Hello?" He answered. "Oh, thank god someone answered. I really need to get Mikal's number. Travis, right? Okay, um...so Dahvie's alive. Terrified, but alive. The werewolf got to him, and I'm pretty sure he held him off fairly well by playing a game of tag around his house. Uh...but there's a problem, because he was bitten before I was able to get here... I killed the wolf. I didn't mean to, it just kind of happened. And...I just... I've never handled this before. I don't have much knowledge on werewolves, and I was really hoping you guys could help me," he told him, glancing down at his friend. He heard Travis curse on the other end. "This is just a bad week," the vampire mumbled.
"Okay... I'm going to send you Mikal's number, and you're going to call him. He's back at the house. Call him, and let him know what's going on. He'll help you with this while I get Heison's stuff out of his car." Bryan thanked him and hung up, waiting for the message with Mikal's number. He called him as soon as he got it. "Please answer," he mumbled, hugging Dahvie to his side and resting his head on top of his friend's as he waited.
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Mikal nodded to Travis as he stood there staring into the dancing flame. As he stared down at the clothes, he felt almost helpless in the situation. He didn't always like having his brother around, but he was still his little brother. They were still flesh and blood, no matter much they disagreed. Maybe Mikal had gotten too comfortable in his ways here. Maybe it was time for Mikal to pick up and travel the world again.
It wasn't a terrible idea, really. Mikal had to learn about this new side of him. This new person he was evolving into with Bryan... Bryan... Mikal's arms wrapped subconsciously around himself as he thought about his slayer. He couldn't move without his love, he couldn't be sure that Travis would be here when he got back... But at the same time, Mikal traveled for thirty to fifty years and sometimes more at a time. Could he really ask the slayer to give up his life here to join him? Would it even be safe for them to travel the world together?
Mikal's bright purple eyes seemed to stare so deep down into the embers that he felt like he was in a trance. Before he knew it, he was staring down at a pile of smoking ashes, and it was twenty minutes later. His phone was ringing as well. The vampire shook his head for a moment before answering the call. It was probably Travis calling to tell him that he found Heison's car. Most likely if a werewolf attacked him in it, the car probably couldn't be salvaged. Werewolves were brutal and violent creatures. They really had no class about them.
"Hey Travis, did you find his car?" He answered the phone as he turned to got check on Father and Heison inside. Heison would be out of the shower now, so maybe he would be more coherent. They all seemed to want to know why of all of them, the werewolf singled out Heison as his target.
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"Hey, Baby. Do you not check caller ID?" He asked with a small sigh. "I got your number from Travis. I figure it's something I probably needed to have considering we're kind of together. Uh, anyway... We...have a problem," he told him quietly, trying not to disturb his friend. "The werewolf found Dahve. He's not dead, thank god. I got here quick enough to take care of him, but I didn't get here quick enough for him not to get hurt. He was bitten, and I have no clue what to do. I cleaned and bandaged him up, and he's asleep right now. Mikal, he was so terrified... I feel horrible. It's my fault he gets into these messes," he told him, feeling himself getting choked up. "What are they going to do? He cares about Heison so much, but he's not going to be able to be with him, is he? They were finally getting somewhere, and now it's ruined," he whispered, hiccuping as he tried to hold back his sobs. "I hate this... I hate being Slayer. Everyone around me is in danger all the time. Even you and your family," he told him then took a deep breath and sobered up.
"Never mind. I'm being stupid. This isn't about me right now. How...how is Heison? Is he alright? Is he hurt too bad?" He asked worriedly, wanting to know how his friend was doing. "I need something to be alright right now," he added, running his fingers through his friend's hair gently. "For my not-really-there-but-I-like-to-pretend-it-is sanity." He looked around at the wreckage of his friend's house. He should have just never became Dahvie's friend, and this could be avoided. He would have killed or been killed by Mikal by now, and this wouldn't have happened. Just thinking about it, though, choked him up again. "I love you," he whispered. Bryan was just broken now. His best friend was in pain, his boyfriend tried to kill himself, and his other best friend was in pain. And he couldn't do anything about it.
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Mikal had startled a little hearing Bryan as he continued down into the house. The TV was going in the living room, so he figured that was where they were. "What's wrong? You aren't hurt, are you?" Mikal asked as he clenched onto the door knob hard enough to break it off. His strength was starting to come back...apparently. The vampire calm though as he heard it was Dahvie that was hurt. He sighed in relief as he set the broken handle down on a table next to the door. At least Byran was alright, Dahvie could be fixed without consquence, the slayer couldn't.
"He was bitten? Is the werewolf still alive? Crap, crap, crap, Heison is going to be so upset." Mikal mumbled glancing around to find where the two were. As he peeked into the living room, he stopped his panicking. Heison was fast asleep curl up next to Father on the couch. "Heison is fine, sweetheart, please don't be upset, once he gets some blood in him, he will just fine, he is tougher than you give him credit for." Mikal told Bryan softly as he tried to calm him down. "I love you, too" Mikal told him in reply as Father looked up at him on the phone.
"Mikal, something isn't right about what when down. I went to bandage Heison's wounds and they had not only stopped bleeding, they had started to heal back over. Not to mention that, the werewolf that attack him should have done a lot more damage. Heison shouldn't have been able to fend that werewolf off without having human or slayer blood. There is just no way, but I know Heison. Everytime we tried to get him to drink human blood, he immediately spit it back out.." Father told his oldest quietly. Mikal's eyes grew wide before he began to talk to Bryan again. "Bryan... I need to look at Dahve's neck and shoulders... Does... Does he have vampire bites? Because it looks like Heison might have drank before he was attacked and it might... Well it is possibly the reason Heison survived." Mikal asked softly staring down at his little brother. As he laid there curled up next to Father, he looked as helpless as ever. Did he really drink human blood?
If Heison really had drank from Dahve then the bartender might be completely screwed. It didn't sound like there was any question about whether or not Dahve was bitten, but there was no telling if the change would activate the toxicity effects of the bites from Heison, if he had bitten him. Of course, the initial change was so painful there was no telling Dahve would even survive long enough for it to even matter, but it was definitely something that would come up if he did make it and found his pack. Once he was with his own pack, there really would be no saving him. The pack would accept his blood and Dahvie would probably disappear into the unknown.
It was forbidden by both sides to be with other kind. Heison would have to give up his foolish romance, because the pack would probably move on from this town. The simplest way to stop temption is to remove it right? Heison would probably be scared by the loss while Dahve was freed by transformation. He might not even remember Heison...
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 11:00 pm
“I killed the werewolf, so that’s one less thing to worry about. Uhh, I’ll check him for bites, though it’s weird thinking that Heison may have bitten him,” he admitted to the vampire before leaning around and examining his friend’s chest. “Holy s**t, how did I not notice those when I was bandaging him up?” he breathed, gazing over the multitude of bite marks over his chest and neck. “There are bites all over his chest, but they’re not, like, specifically for blood-draining. Actually,” he mumbled, running his own fingers over the mark on his neck. “They’re all like the mark you gave me. Would Heison be able to get enough blood from those? There are about twenty or so of them. But, I guess Heison doesn’t really need that much blood to make him stronger since he’s never drank any before this.” The thought suddenly hit him. Wasn’t there something nasty that happened if there was a mixture of the vampire and werewolf venoms? “Wait, wait, wait. Is he gonna be okay? He got bitten by both… He’s not gonna die, is he? I mean, does that apply to just the marks, too, or just one of the real vampire bites? Like, just for feeding?” he asked, feeling a little panicked now. Poor Bryan hadn’t broken down as much as he had in the last week in his whole life.
Bryan pulled his best friend close, hugging him tightly as he slept. He couldn’t lose his best friend. No, that couldn’t happen. He’d do whatever he could to stop that from happening. “Mikal, tell me what I need to do if we’re even slightly expecting a change? Do I need to chain him up or cage him or what? Anything,” he told him in a masked voice, words still wavering a bit. “I will not let him die on me,” he stubbornly added with his teeth gritted together. “I’m not having someone else taken away from me because of what I am, dammit,” he snarled, feeling hot tears making tracks down his cheeks again.
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"Oh that's not good, none of this is good, look as soon as Travis gets back if it isn't too close to sunrise, I will send him over to help you, but right now you need to start tying Dahve up. With chains or anything heavy duty you have. Bryan, I know you are scared and you don't want to do this, but a newly turned werewolf is very dangerous. He can kill you and anyone else in his path. He won't remember who you are... He will eventually gain back his humanity when his body evens back out, but he will attack anyone until then. He will have nothing but his instincts. Werewolves aren't stupid though, he will do or say anything to trick you into setting him free, but you must not listen. Please do this without hesitation. I don't know if he is going to change tonight or tomorrow night, but you have to lock him up. Bryan, you can't let him hurt anyone else." Mikal told Bryan quickly.
There was a part of him that knew he should tell Bryan how deadly a first change was for a werewolf, but he didn't want to freak the slayer out anymore than he already was. Vampires, like most people, didn't know a whole lot about werewolves. They were very closed off the world, and they protected one another, because they were family. Although they weren't all connected by blood, they all suffered through the change. In legends, it depicted the first change of a werewolf being equalevent to having all of your skin insinerated, and then having all of your bones broken over the course of six hours. It was so incredibly painful, it is said that only one out of a hundred that are bitten or destined to become a werewolf make it through the process.
"He shouldn't change form in the daylight, but even if he doesn't change forms until tomorrow, you need to keep him locked up. His personality might already be altered. I am starting to feel better, but I am not match for a werewolf right now, so I can't help you, okay? Just please don't risk your life for Dahve, I know you love him, and he is your friend, but unfortunely after he turns completely he may never be the same man that you knew before. There is just no way of knowing." Mikal stated as he glanced at the clock. It was almost four in the morning, and the sun would be up within the hour.
The sun, at this point, was a blessing and a curse. It meant that none of them could go and help Bryan until sundown, but it also meant that Dahve wouldn't be changing tonight most likely. Bryan would have time to chain Dahve up and make sure he couldn't get loose. Hopeful, Bryan could see this rationally and tie his friend up, but more importantly, Mikal hoped that Bryan had the will to keep his friend tied up even if it was against his wishes.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 12:55 pm
Bryan took in a deep breath as Mikal told him what was what." Okay... Okay. I'll...I'll shackle him up and then sun-proof my house for Travis if he can come. Just call me and let me know, alright? I've gotta go take care of Dahvie. I love you, Mikal. Thank you," he said tightly before hanging up the phone. He took in a few more deep breaths as he looked down at his friend and then stood and brought him out to Mikal's car. He put him in the back seat and locked the car before going back inside and grabbing anything he could that would help, mostly silver objects and chains. He loaded everything up in the trunk and then drove to his place.
Once arriving, he got out and locked the car and set up a nice little dungeon-like area for his best friend before bringing him inside and putting him into the steel-barred cage he happened to have on hand. He had strapped plenty of silver objects to the inside of the bars as well to keep him away from the sides as much as possible. He hooked him into the shackles that were also there and then closed the door, locking it in with the sturdy locks, adding a padlock as well every foot or so around the door to make sure it stayed shut.
After he was done, he sat back on his bed and stared at his best friend for a while, wishing they weren't in this situation. If he weren't the slayer, Dahvie wouldn't have been in this mess. God, he was terrible. He shook the thoughts from his head and then went on to de-sun his house. He taped the curtains to the walls to block all natural light from the place and took a few more precautions before he finally sat back on his bed and stared once more at his caged-up friend, mind finally breaking down.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2015 9:00 pm
The next day broke slowly as the burning sun came over the peaks of the lands. It covered every dark corner of the outside world in a bright warmth. Today was going to be a beautiful day. The events of last night seemed to play no role in the forever continuous nature around them. Mikal unable to witness the beauty, of course, found himself unable to sleep or at least sleep soundly. Minutes ticked by like ages as he lazed worriedly around the house. He wanted to see Bryan, and he wanted to keep him safe from every harm imaginable. The fact that he found himself helplessly in the matter utterly killed him inside. He could be losing his love once again, and to a werewolf at that. Yes, the slayer could probably fend off a regular werewolf, but a newborn was uncontrollable. They gained about double their normal strength and they processed nothing besides instinct, even Mikal would have a hard time putting one down. They mellow out after their first transformation, but it was a dangerous line to be walking by trying to restrain one. Most people underestimated them.
Mikal found himself almost possessed by the haunting thought of Bryan throwing himself in harm's way to "save" his friend from the hand he pretty much was already dealt. Needing some kind of distraction, Mikal wandered out to the living room for the thousandth time that day. It was a little past 12pm and everything in the house was pretty quiet since Charlemagne demanded that Travis and Mikal not interrupt Heison's rest. Despite knowing that Heison was recovering from his injuries, Heison was still in a pretty vulnerable state. Father wouldn't even let him get up off the couch, which was already a compromise since Father originally wanted him to be in his room, but Heison insisted to be out in the living room in case they heard something about Bryan and Dahve's condition. None of them had the heart to tell him about Dahve getting bitten, so they told him that they hadn't heard anything. They would deal with that mess once they were sure that Heison was going to fully recover. As it stood, he might be receiving some scars that were going to try years to fade away, they really didn't need him trying to run off and jump into a situation he definitely couldn't handle in his condition.
As Mikal walked back out into the living room, his eyes met with Charlemagne who was reading a book that looked to be from the 1700s, while Heison slept curled up next to him. There was a blanket gently laid over top of the young vampire, and he looked pretty out. "How is he?" Mikal asked for what felt like the thirtieth time that day. "Still sleeping it off like he was the last time you came in here and asked, you are practically pacing the hallway Mikal. It isn't becoming of yourself to look so desperate." Charlemagne spoke sharply. The past few days had been really hard on him, and it was really apparent that he had pretty much reached his limit. "Sorry, Father." Mikal muttered after a sigh. With another deep breath, Mikal pushed his hands up into his hair. "I'm going to grey if I have to sit and wait around in this house anymore." Mikal told the older vampire as a way of explaining his anxiety. "Well you better learn how to live aged, I have decided you aren't leaving the house to see that slayer or that bartender. It's too dangerous for any of you to be going up against that mess, and I absolutely done with these close calls. Lately it seems like the three of you are just trying to find ways to get yourselves killed, and I need a break." The elder vampire stated in a soft, but unwavering tone.
Mikal opened his mouth to protest, but the sharp daggers that pierced into him from Father's gaze told him to not even try. "Yes, Father." Mikal breathed out after a moment of being practically glared at. As the black haired vampire's hands slumped down to his sides, he turned back towards the hallway. Maybe he should just call Bryan and see if he was up and functioning yet.
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