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Immortals (Apricot and Foolish)
The mansion was a sprawling expanse of ivory-white sandstone; thick and skillfully carved columns soared skyward, some taller than two grown men standing on each other’s shoulders; large, casement windows were lined with glimmering stained-glass; heavyset teak doors were accented by dense polished brass knockers and knobs and trimmed with gold. Angular and modern architecture met imposing and unyielding Gothic, to make what magazines could only describe as ‘inventive’ and ‘avant-garde.’ With enough bedrooms, bathrooms, parlor-rooms and everything in between, to house the entire neighborhood, the estate was incredible.
…and still in need of much renovation, as time had not been good to the extensive building and the land it stood upon. The yard was overgrown, the grass almost to shoulder-height, the flowers long since strangled by the tangles of vines that choked the remaining life out of once-vibrant garden. Many of the rooms sat in abandonment, the furniture covered in soot and buried under thick, silver spider webs. The hinges on the many doors and windows were rusted almost to the point of inflexibility, creaking loudly with each movement. After he pushed the first window open, and almost gave himself a headache as the sound of screeching axes echoed through his head, Lucien gave up. Leaning against the seal, the vampire flinched at the sunlight pouring into the room. It didn’t bother him as much as it used to, with the precautions that he and his kind took, but the heat still made his skin prickle. Inhaling, as the thick smell of dilapidation was gradually replaced by that of nature. Blustery weather brought the smell of earth, grass and warmth. The scent strong, tickling his nose. Lucien stepped away from the window and surveyed his surroundings. His boudoir was the only room in the house that was still as immaculate as it was the day he fired the housekeepers. The eiderdowns were neatly spread out across the mattress. The silk and fur throws folded and stacked at the foot of the bed. The plastic slips on the armchairs and settee undisturbed. The firewood in the hearth was old and rotten. Lucien carded his fingers through his thick hair, wondering why he had thought to discontinue the employment of his service-staff. Then he crossed the oak floorboards in a few single strides and sighed, when the sound echoed throughout the emptiness. That’s right, he remembered, maids were busy-bodies, always here or there, cleaning or meddling like the latter was their job. As he exited the room soon, he walked into a spider web. Pulling the stringy-substance off, Lucien questioned whether or not firing them was a good idea, after all. (Foolish: First post. Hopefully, it's alright. I didn't know what to do. [XP]) |
Kyan yawned as he scoped out this house he was going to hit. This time his old boss, the one who had turned him, asked for something from this address. He placed a finger on his lips and then drove off. He had everything planned out for a safe and quick job. He knew what he was looking for though unsure where it was. A house this big it could be anywhere.
Kyan drove to his apartment and got into the shower. He ran the plan in his head. His lips moved lightly as he started washing. He got out and dressed into a black outfit. He was wearing comfortable black pants and a black long sleeve shirt. He went to his fridge and grabbed a water jug filled with blood. He poured a glass and heated it up. Once it was done he drank it quickly and put it in the sink. He rubbed his face and left. He left his car at his apartment and ran to the house. He was able to sneak into the backyard. He smiled as he looked for a window. He started to lift the window but heard it squeak and groan as he pushed it up. He clenched his teeth as he forced it up and got into the home, running away form the now open window to hide. Kyan Looked a little around the house. It was so beautiful. He wished he could live in a house like this. To have more rooms than he knows what to do with. He snapped out of it and continued to look around. |
The afternoon fell away to the evening in almost a blink of an eye. The crystalline blue skies bled to amber-gold and then pitch-black, as the sun descended below the horizon. The chilly, nightly wind blew through the one opened window and stirred the cobwebs and miscellany around. The curtains fluttered wildly, as they were swept up in the breeze, Lucien scratched his head, as he took a break from his current task. The billiards room, he had burned all the remaining daylight straightening up the room. Once upon a time, it was his favorite place in the house. Crawling with activity most days, back when his estate was in its prime, he would have guests in and out of the billiards hall in hordes.
Wiping dust and soot off his clothes, Lucien stood from his place on the floor. His knees creaked, as he went. His joints were incredibly stiff, the cold had seemingly stolen his mobility. He was used to stiffening up, however, being practically ancient, he dealt with it more than his fair share of times. Stretching, Lucien crossed the room and collected a thick stack of pool-cues. Hefting them over his shoulder, he took them to their respective racks and began putting them away. As he did so, Lucien felt his senses prick up. The fine hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and his skin grew doubly sensitive. His impeccable hearing caught the creak of an upstairs bedroom. Lifting his head, Lucien sniffed the stagnant air for any signs of an intruder. The smell... despite the stillness in the air, the scent found him regardless. Standing, Lucien stalked from the room with a feeling of violation. The windows couldn’t open on their own, the wind wasn’t nearly strong enough to do it. There shouldn't be anyone in his house, but for whatever reason, there was. Lucien growled, his fangs and nails elongating, his vision going red, as his territorial-nature drove him into a frenzy. Breathing hard, Lucien ripped through the winding, almost ceaseless corridors, his nose as his guide, as he hunted for the source of disturbance—the trespasser. He would kill them. (Foolish: I was going to have this up yesterday, but I was dragged out to the mall. Sorry.) |
Kyan searched the house. From all the rooms that he has seen, nothing was here. Was this just a wild goose chase? Why would he send him here? He sighed as he rushed off to another room. This one actually looked lived in. He searched the room but still couldn't find anything. He bent down and checked under the bed. Nothing.
Kyan sighed as he got up and run back to the other rooms checking everywhere. He rubbed his face with his hands as he thought. Maybe a basement or attic? Then again it only looked like one person lived here. If he lived here he wouldn't even know if there was an attic or basement. Kyan sighed once more as he now decided that there was nothing here. He ran a hand through his hair. He started running back to his entry point. This was such a bust. He turned a corner and ran into something hard. He fell on his back and rubbed his head, sitting up. He looked up at what he hit. Another vampire? His jaw dropped as he started to back away. Kyan turned around and crawled to his feet to run away. |
As Lucien ventured further and further down the hall, the smell of the intruder grew more and more potent. His indignation had grown so strong that it blinded him—his rational cast off to the wind, as bloodlust and the raw instinct to protect his property became his master. He growled, dragging his claws across the wall. The sharp points against the peeling wallpaper was like slicing a finely sharpened knife through tender flesh—carving and cutting, it left destruction and deep tears in its wake. Satisfied that his nails were at optimal lethality, he took off at full speed.
The many tapestries hanging from the high-ceiling shook and trembled, swept up in the wind that was generated by Lucien’s speed. Dust was kicked up, too. It choked the air like the weeds in the potted-plants that lined the windowsill. It almost burned, as it went into Lucien’s nose and eyes. Blinking, he ignored the mounting discomfort. Turning down the hallway, Lucien was greeted by the strong aroma of the trespasser. It smelled odd, spicy and dangerous. His nostrils flared, as he inhaled the scent greedily. He tried to pinpoint why it smelled the way it did—but, then he paused, as he felt energy crackling under his skin. Lucien hadn’t felt this in a long time, the presence of another vampire… one that was presumably well-aged and quite powerful, that is. The vampires he sired were nowhere near the age of the one lurking around his home, at present—and besides, they knew enough to recognize that they were not to pay Lucien a visit at his estate, no matter how serious the issue. His chest expanded, as he involuntarily began to puff it out in a show of authority. Lucien’s instincts became aware immediately, of the presence of the other vampire in the hallway with him, before his mind did—his body tensed, bracing for impact, before he knew what was happening. Rocking on his feet, as the weight of another collided with his torso, the elder vampire almost took a step back. The instinctual-haze of violence, it wore off, as he watched the other tumble to the floor. As any predator would, Lucien inspected his would-be prey. The other vampire, at first glance, was lanky. Dressed completely in black, he had shaggy, dark-brown hair, a fair complexion, and piercing jade-green eyes. The look of shock on his face was beautiful… As Lucien envisioned how the other’s face would twist and contort with agony, as he slayed the brunette in various ways in his fantasies, the older vampire was almost made breathless. Noticing the other had turned to escape, Lucien lunged for him. Gripping the brunette by his ankle, the raven-haired immortal hauled him up. His fangs were extended as far as they could go; ready to sink into bared flesh. Lucien’s eyes glowed red, as he regarded the trespasser. “Do you have any such reason why I shouldn’t run you through, here and now?” |
Kyan dug his nails in the floors but that only helped destroy them. He looked at the elder vampire in fear. He had come across other and much older vampires, they were very intimidating. And he had just broke into this vampires home. Vampires had their own way of punishment. Surely if Kyan had been a human, not only would he be applauded for his courage, but he would have been drained of his blood and life force very quickly.
Kyan stared at the vampire as his lower jaw trembled slightly. Even with how old Kyan was, this vampire was older and still very terrifying. "Don't kill me please. I was sent by Damien to retrieve something he says is his." He said rather quickly as she looked at the others fangs. Kyan's were only half that size, if that. If Kyan still had regual body functions, he surely would have wet his pants by now. |
Lucien raised a brow, as he stared at the suspended immortal currently caught in his grasp. The dread etched into the younger’s features made him thrum with the potent feeling of supremacy. Supremacy that lasted all but for a moment, as Lucien heard the other vampire speak. From feeling like the cat that had caught the canary, to the naughty little boy that had been forewarned of a brutal, impending punishment, Lucien felt himself deflating. Damian… he knew that name like his mother knew the bible. And just like the Holy Scripture, the name Damian sent shivers up his spine.
Regarding the younger immortal less like a captured quarry fretfully awaiting penance, and more like the first of many threats that could very well mark the end of his endless days—because anyone who affiliated themselves with Damian couldn’t be good news for Lucien—he growled. His thoughts zipped around his mind, as he tried to figure out what Damian could possibly want from him. Lucien had nothing the other could call his. If he did, and if Damian desired it so much that he would send someone to repossess it, why send someone like this guy? Surely, he knew of Lucien’s reclusive behavior—Lucien’s vampiric-progeny, admittedly, weren’t very discreet about certain many things pertaining their maker. Of course, Damian knew of his strength—they had met plenty of times before, with less than noble motives behind each of the meeting. So, why send a thief in the first place? Especially one who couldn’t match his power? Unless, this was a distraction… Oh, how Damian loved diversions. Clenching his jaw so tight that his protracted fangs punctured his own bottom lip, Lucien let go of the younger immortal’s leg. Letting him fall onto the floor in a tangle of limbs, Lucien straightened out his clothes, before he reached down and grabbed the other vampire tightly by the collar of his shirt to keep him from scurrying away. “I’m not in the mood for the back and forth ‘don’t kill me’, or my personal-favorite: ‘I don’t know’... so, I’m giving you the choice, tell me what I want to know, or I can’t be held accountable for what I’m about to do to you.” His eyes burned with evil promise, as his nails tore into the fabric balled in his fists. |
Kyan seemed to calm down. He kept his eyes on the other. Kyan wondered what the other was thinking. Hopefully he was going to let Kyan go. He knew this job was a bad idea. But the pay was going to be amazing. "I will tell you anything you want to know." He said as his voice became more stable. he waited for the question then he remembered.
Kyan reached in his pocket and handed the other the photo of a very beautiful faberge egg. It was white with gold and silver trimmings all over. "This is what I'm after. He said it holds very deep and emotion feelings to him. He said that you wouldn't miss it. But I can't seem to find it." Kyan said. He didn't want to startle the other. Kyan thought of the day that Damien ask him to get it. Kyan had scanned the room many times over. He thought of all the times he had been in that room. It was about ten years ago. Kyan was still working for the other at that time. That when Kyan saw it. The same egg he was after. His jaw dropped and his eyes seemed slightly horrified. "He lied to me. He has it. He sent me here to get caught by you. He is getting rid of me." He said outloud. He didn't care if the other listened to him or not. That son of a bitch. |
Lucien watched the other vampire, surveying his body-language and listening carefully to his voice, so that he could make certain if the brunette was lying or not. At hearing the younger’s promise to cooperate, Lucien scoffed at how easy it was to intimidate him. Damian’s men usually were the type to die for their master—take information to a bloody hell and back, if it meant that the elder vampire remained undisturbed… and, those who were, those who were so willing to talk, they were usually the ones that didn’t know jack-squat or were planning on stabbing Damian in his back.
It seemed, though, that this vampire was neither a traitor nor a devotee. If Lucien was still capable of believing that their kind were the honorable sort, he would suppose that the younger was paying back a favor. Lucien startled from his thoughts, as a photograph of a rather familiar, rather gaudy Faberge egg was practically pushed in his face. The artifact was beautiful. Simple and ostentatious at the same time, with its plain ivory-base and high-polished gilding. The level of craftsmanship that went into fashioning the valuable possession was immense. The overall stylishness of the ornamental oval made Lucien presume that the egg had been made even before he was born. Raising a brow, Lucien took the photograph from the younger’s hands and studied it carefully. Deciding, after a short moment, that he no longer cared for the awkward cat-burglar’s search for an artifact that may or may not be in the elder’s home, Lucien rolled his eyes. “Bullshit. Do you really expect me to believe that crock? That bastard sent you all the way here, for a damned treasure that I most definitively do not have…?” He trailed off, when he noticed that the brunette was no longer listening to him. He ought to punch the little prick in the face for such a flagrant show of disrespect. As he cracked his knuckles, ready to do just that, the younger started talking yet again. The brunette’s words made Lucien’s eyebrows launch to his hair line. He had been right, this had been a trap… but not for him. For the younger vampire? But, why. Grabbing the other by his jaw, Lucien forced their foreheads together—and by doing so, made sure they made eye-contact. “And, why would Damian do that?! Send one of his own to me?” The brown of his iris was scarcely visible, a thin bronze line lost amongst a sea of black, as his pupil dilated to its maximum extent. “What have you done, Kyan?” |
Kyan tried to move his jaw. When the others eyes bore into his, he stopped moving and stared back. "I told him to shove it three years back. I worked for him for many years. I wanted to steal what I wanted and work for no one. He told me that if I work this last job for him then I will be completely free." He said as his jade green eyes looked into the others, suprisingly beautiful eyes.
Kyan put the picture back in his pocket. He just wanted to get the hell out of here. Clearly Damien knew this vampire wished to be left alone. Perhaps they knew each other in some time. "If you let me go I will never come back again. I promise." He said still slightly intimidated by the elder. |
With their skin pressed together, Lucien felt somehow connected to the younger vampire—like, somehow, he could feel the other’s senses as if they were his own. And, as the brunette went onto enlightening him, Lucien detected that he was not being insincere. He raised his eyebrow at that, but did not speak, as they held eye-contact. If Damian wanted to be rid of the immortal—Kyan Winters; the vampire who Damian and his followers bragged was more so swift than someone of their kind who was double his age… the vampire Damian always, without fail, spoke to Lucien of; his most prized-possession, his greatest creation—why would he give Kyan to him? It was enough to make his head spin.
Inhaling sharply through his nose, Lucien watched Kyan put away the photograph. He didn’t smell of Damian and his brood, nor did he smell of poison of any kind. Kyan wasn’t here to kill him, but to be killed by him, apparently. Damian was clever, but never were his plans very elaborate. For knowing Damian as long as Lucien had, he knew the older vampires Modus Operandi quite well. He more of a ‘Bang! He’s dead.’ kind of strategist, never had Lucien thought the other capable of weaving together a convoluted conspiracy—and to murder a lesser vampire, no less! All this speculation was maddening! Lucien dispelled the myriad of thoughts buzzing around his head, as he stood to full-height. With Kyan’s shirt caught in his grasp, it goes without saying that the younger was brought to his feet, as well. “If I let you go? Why ever would I do that?” He said with malevolence in his voice, as he stared down at the other vampire with a calculating stare. “You think that Damian desires to be rid of you—but, on the contrary, I think you haven’t quite exhausted your usefulness to him.” As he let go of Kyan’s shirt, he felt the joints in his knuckles creak with the beginnings of rigidity. Flexing his hand, Lucien grunted. “I haven’t the slightest clue why… but, I have a bad feeling about you, Kyan... more so than I've had about anyone that I have ever met.” |
Kyan could feel the other enter his mind. Take his thoughts and feelings from his body. All he could do was take it. He had nothing to hide from the vampire. Kyan knew that the two elders had been close. There had been pictures in Damien's office of the two. Though Damien never talked about this vampire. Kyan had been to many Gala's with Damien. Always introduced Kyan as his most prized possession.
After a while his head started to hurt from the other intruding so much. He was happy that the other stopped, though it didn't show on his face. He rubbed his eyes after being forced to his feet. He looked down at his shirt, slight holes where the others nails had poked through. He then realized that the elder vampire had let him go. Of course he seized this window of opportunity and took off. Kyan showed his speed as he ran through the house. He had underestimated the size of this house though by easily becoming lost. It's like this place was built like a maze. He stopped for a brief moment to looked around. Nothing seemed familiar. He ran off once more. Going up and down stairs and turning left and right like a mad man. Yes, he was utterly and completely lost. He turned the next corner and the picture fell out of his pocket and fluttered down to the ground, forgotten by the fast vampire. |
Lucien clicked his tongue disapprovingly, as he watched Kyan’s swift departure. He really thought he would get away, how cute. Listening to the rustle of fabric, as the younger vampire tore through the meandering passageways and undistinguishable foyers, he whistled. “Kyan… come on… now is not the time for games.” His voice was a smooth purr, as it echoed throughout the silence.
When he, of course, didn’t receive an answer, Lucien shrugged out of his waistcoat. His regal ensemble slowly gave way, as the vampire undid his cufflinks and unbuttoned the first two buttons on his chemise, than those on his sleeves. Afterwards, he rolled them up his forearm, all the way to the elbow. Toeing out of his pesky, black leather loafers and the silk socks underneath, Lucien took his time getting ready for what was surely going to be a challenging pursuit. He knew that Kyan was fast—faster than even he was—but, Lucien would catch him no matter what. Damian’s little pet wasn’t going to get away from him. No, not before he understood just what the hell was going on. Cracking his knuckles and relishing the resounding crack they made, Lucien took a careful sniff of the air. The scent of a vampire was much harder to trace than that of a human, but his maker was diligent in her training of him, in the weeks before he betrayed her. If they don’t wear perfume, vampires on their own, had a very subtle scent. A fragrance that set them apart from everything else. Unique to each of them, it was almost indescribable. Lucien, however, knew how to find it—distinguish it from the many aromas that flitted around his home. Kyan’s scent was … oddly fragrant? But, not in the way that Lucien’s creator’s was. Evangeline’s scent was sweet like an immense, blossoming bouquet of posies, and undeniably feminine, like she was. Frilly and wonderful, like the lace she had once treasured. Nothing too overwhelming, but addictive, nonetheless. The younger vampire’s was different. His was… distinctive; both spicy and saccharine, like imported dry-fruit teas and earthy spices mixed together. Faint as all vampires scents were and yet overpowering in its own right. Lucien felt his mouth water, as he inhaled the fragrance greedily. He felt his hunger building. The bloodlust made the solution that coursed through his otherwise barren veins boil. Biting and draining other vampires wasn’t unheard of—oft-times, during ceremonies, vampires would drink from one another. But, draining a vampire wasn’t at all beneficial. Like alcohol to the human body, a vampire’s blood was detrimental to its like-kind’s physiology. That didn’t matter to Lucien, nevertheless, as he growled with an intensifying appetite. Ripping his tie free from his neck, the vampire let the fabric fall where it may, and made off after Kyan. Making no effort to stay quiet, he bayed in hysteria. “Oh, Kyaaaan…” his voice now unrecognizable, as his hunter-instinct came out. |
Kyan finally found a window. He sighed as looked outside at the night sky. He was so happy and relieved. He could hear the other coming for him. He had to make the choice to open the window with the rusty and rotting frame or jump out of the window which would be faster. Kyan thought about the window that he came in through. It could be open or closed. It was a bit of a gamble.
Kyan looked around outside. No one was out tonight. Except one man. Kyan looked harder at the man. The red light of a cigarette cherry was visible under his fedora had. He seemed to have on had in his pocket and looking up at Kyan. He removed his hand, with something in it, and put it to his head. Soon enough a loud jingle of Kyan's cell phone rang throughout the house. Kyan's eyes widened as he tried to get his phone out of his pocket as fast as he could. He answered it and put it to his ear. "You honestly think you can just break off our relationship so easy, Kyan? I always had you under my thumb, even when you stole from that museum in Thailand, why did you think it was so easy? Come on, Kyan, your smarter than that, no guards. You should have came back to me. But no, you wanted to do your own thing. Well how's this for your new thing? You become Lucien's new pet, cause I'm done helping you. Good bye Kyan." The voice rang through Kyan head. He was kind of more horrified of this vampire than the one pursuing him. Kyan dropped his arms as he watched the man outside turned on his heels and walked away. Soon he was completely gone. All this because Kyan left. That was a little much. "Damien." He said softly as he started to back away form the window, shaking his head. He had to get out of here. He needed to get out. He had to talk to Damien and make things up with him. Though deep down he knew Damien would never take him back. This was nice for Damien. Usually he would just kill them and be done with it. Then again Kyan didn't know Lucien. |
The shrill chirp of a mobile’s ring-tone echoed throughout the empty house. Alerted Lucien to Kyan’s location. He snarled, his back hunching as his mind went through a monstrous-transformation. No more was he Lucien Edward St. Claire, but the depraved and ravenous creature that occupied the vessel of the once-living man. Eavesdropping on hushed, indistinct chatter in a distant chamber, the vampire knew just where to find Kyan. He just had to get there before the other escaped.
At the notion of Kyan fleeing, Lucien flared with possessive wrath. Under no circumstances had any of his prey gotten away, once he had them in his sights. However, never before had any of his quarry been a well-aged vampire. The thrill of the chase, and the high ‘risk-and-reward’ factor made it difficult for Lucien to regain control of his animalistic side. Saliva and the life-blood from his wounded lip seeped down his chin in gross quantities, as he huffed and puffed with excitement. Down the passageway, he heard Kyan’s voice grow louder and louder. His head swam. The fragrance of the younger vampire tainted the air with a delicious, almost forbidden atmosphere. Lucien felt a smoldering heat build in the pit of his stomach. In the two, extensive centuries of this immortal state of being, he had never once felt this hotness before. Something close to it, whenever he was with Evangeline, but never this strong, never this control-shattering. The mortal part of him—the long forgotten part of him that he tried so very hard to be rid of, to bury away deep in his subconscious—was still that frightened boy, clinging to his momma’s thick, trailing skirts and crying when she left him with the maids. Still that frustrated adolescent that spat harsh curses under his breath, and brought stray cats into the house to lessen the harshness of being a lonely child in a vast, wicked house. That part of him, it was terrified. In the midst of his frenzy, Lucien unheeded that sense of horror. Identifying the slightly ajar door in which Kyan’s voice had been coming from, the vampire crossed the space in a few long strides and burst through the door without further preamble. “My, my, Mr. Winters, look what we have here …” He snarled, no longer speaking English, but in his native-tongue. His thick, French-accent made itself apparent, as he snarled through severe-looking fangs. "It appears that the cat has cornered the mouse … would you prefer it if I drained you, first, and then killed you? Or, if I killed you and then drained you?” He purred, as he advanced on the vampire. “…or, better yet, I do have something a little more depraved in mind…” |
Kyan turned around sharply, ready to run. He found the more ferocious elder vampire that owned this home. He didn't have to read his mind to know his intentions. So this was true fear. This is what it felt like. He has never felt this much fear in his life. He backed into the window as his own fangs barely grazed his lower lip.
Even when Kyan was bitten, he wasn't this scared. He had been dating this guy for a few months, in secret of course. He had no idea just what he was. He had been on some new drug on the streets and in the heat of passion when his lover changed him. His lover had been Damien. From then on he stayed with the vampire until...three years ago. Kyan snapped back to here and now. He caught the last part of the other talking. So he wasn't going to die? Well, for now. What did the other have in mind? Where was this going? He clenched his teeth and a deep low growl purred in his throat. He let a deep and throaty growl at the other. His teeth and fangs coated in saliva. Just the pure power that Kyan felt with the other in his presence just brought out Kyan's other half. Kyan thought of running again, but look where that got him. Plus the other was in the way of the door. HE also couldn't find his way out of this place. He could jump out of the window, but he just knew the other would catch him anyways. He was now completely out of options. Well he could kill the vampire in front of him...somehow. |
The fear in the room was palpable. Lucien approached the other vampire ominously, and smirked almost from ear-to-ear, as he noticed Kyan’s stillness. Part of him was aware that the younger could very well be plotting to kill him—was waiting for him to get just close enough, so he could strike—the other part, the primal-part that was calling the shots, didn’t care. All Lucien cared for, was the fact that Kyan hadn’t made a run for it, yet. “I’m beginning to understand what Damien found so … unusual about you.” He supplied.
The floorboard creaked under his bare feet, the sound echoed throughout the otherwise silent room. Lucien slowed his pace to a lazy saunter, before halting altogether, as he peered out the window behind Kyan. The sky was pitch-black, the clouds gray and wispy, as the drifted-to and-fro. The silver stars and moon glittered like fairy-lights. It had been so long since he had seen a night like this. So tranquil... the trees shook in the gentle breeze. Lucien wondered vaguely what it would be like to feel the wind on his cold, insipid flesh. Turning his attention back to Kyan, Lucien crossed the remaining distance between them, in a blink of an eye. Making sure that the younger couldn’t get away from him this time, he pressed his broader body against Kyan and forced him back against the window. Slamming his hand against the frigid glass above the other vampire’s head, he leaned in close. The metal frame the windowpane sat in creaked and deformed under his immense strength. Miraculously, while the glass bore deep spider-web fractures, it did not shatter. ”For being one of us, you’re still very much human. Just a mere century younger than I, and yet... you seem no more powerful to me than youngest in my brood?” He eyed Kyan's mouth, whatever sliver of iris that was still visible bled from brown to amber. “Those fangs… so insignificant. If I were to fully turn, would you truly be able to defend yourself against me? … would you even try to?" He purred, inhaling more and more of Kyan’s decidedly addictive scent, as he balled his hand into a fist; bracing himself against the broken window. “You’re weak… Damien could have had anyone become his errand-boy. Someone more experienced, someone more powerful. You were his favorite, however, so I’m sure he would give you anything you wanted… and in return, he would bend you to his will. As intend to do, now." He chuckled darkly. "Whatever his reasoning for letting you into my care, I will discover it soon, no doubt—but, now… I cannot stand to hypothesize, while I can have you anyway I want.” |
Kyan let out a deep snarl as Lucien got into his face. He tried not to flinch when the other broke the glass. He just barley showed his fear for the other, but it was still there. He watched the other when he talked and listened to his words.
"What Damien and I had is none of your business." He said glaring at the other. It also made him think about the early years with Damien. True, Damien gave him anything he wanted at first. Then the favors started. Soon after that Damien would tell him to steal things then he would give him gifts. Within 60 years Kyan went from his boyfriend to just another person that Damien could pay to get things. "I don't care what you do, just let me leave!" He said hissing as he spoke. He balled up his hands into fists as he kept looking at the other. He could feel the warm liquid, from his nails digging into his palms, seep out the spaces between his fingers. He wasn't sure if he could fight off the other. Kyan was fast but this elder was stronger. He raised his hands and scratched the elder in a swift slap across the face. he knew it wouldn't hurt the other, but the main reason was his point. |
Lucien hissed at the defiance he saw burning in Kyan’s eyes. So much concentration, so much resolve, so much fire shone in his faultless emerald-green irises. “I do believe that it is my business, Kyan, and has been, since you forced an entry on my home.”
If Lucien had been in his right mind, he would have laughed at this whole predicament. Would have given Kyan a lashing and sent him back from whence he came—and if the vampire got fresh with him, he would have simply killed him, quick and clean, as he wasn’t the kind to listen to the ranting of robbers and the like. Afterwards, he might’ve called on his coven, paid Damien a visit, to teach the vampire a lesson about sending his trash to other people for disposal. It probably wouldn’t work, as Damien heeded only the words of those who groveled. Lucien could not fault him on that—all vampires had their unique weakness and strengths, acted on their own volition. Lucien lost control of his hunger and inner-predator, in the midst of a territorial fury, and was prepared to kill another without so much of an afterthought. He was typically terse and disagreeable, even going so far as to torment his own progeny with whippings and such, if he felt like they were too brash—but, this, what he intended to do to Kyan, it was going too far. He couldn’t stop himself, however, not when the red haze clouding his vision blinded him—not as the scent of Kyan and the notion of having the younger immobilized against the window made his mouth water with hunger. Lucien breathed harshly, as the escalating bloodlust peeled away the last vestiges of control away from him. The nail in the coffin was when the younger vampire struck him harshly. His head snapped to the suddenly side, the flesh on his cheek tore right open; from the deep wounds sprayed his lifeblood, staining his and Kyan’s clothing, as the warm liquid spilled between them. Lucien’s eyes widened with alarm, as he felt searing pain blossom in his face momentarily, before the gashes mended themselves preternaturally. Flexing his jaw, as the rejuvenated skin there felt tight, he looked to Kyan with a look of bewilderment and rage. Before he could stop it, Lucien snarled, gripping the brunette by his disheveled curls and hitting his head against the window—shattering the glass into a multitude of razor-sharp shards with the impact of the blow. Breathing savagely, he jeered: “That wasn’t very nice, Kyan...” Keeping a firm handhold on Kyan’s hair, Lucien forced the younger’s head back against the deformed, brass window-frame as far as he could, and buried his nose into the crook of the vampire’s bared neck. ”How would you like it, if I played rough…?” Feeling Kyan’s skin against his cheek and lips, Lucien bit him, as he submitted himself to the transformation to a full-fledged feral vampire. |
Kyan still didn't see how his partnership with Damien was of the others concern. All the other needed to know was that Damien sent him. from what Kyan gathered in those years of working for him, Damien had way too many enemies to count. That was one of the reasons why Kyan left. If his enemies have banded together and launched an attack on Damien and his coven, Kyan would have surely been killed.
After Kyan had slapped/scratched the elder, he could see the rage in the others eyes. Kyan then knew it had been a bad idea. A vampire who has let go of everything is way more terrifying than the first meeting of them. Kyan winced when the other pulled his hair. He hated hair pulling, he found it a cheap move, but it did get ones point across. Hearing the glass shatter and feeling some pain on his head, Kyan was pretty sure some glass had grazed his head. If he had been human, the glass would still be buried into his scalp. Then it came. There was a big difference in being bit by a lover and being bit by a vengeful vampire. When being bit by a lover, You have all those feeling, passion, lust, they all cloud and dull the pain and the endorphins turn it into pleasure. But being bit by and elder vampire whom you just slapped across the face after breaking into his home, nothing blocked that pain. If anything, the fear you have towards the other enhances the pain. Kyan's eyes opened wide as the elders fangs pierced his skin. He let out a cry of pain. He wanted it to stop. The pain the arguing. He just wanted to go home. "Stop!" He yelled as the deep red tears ran down his cheeks. His body was trembling form the fear and pain. |
The warm lifeblood that flowed from the deep punctures in Kyan’s neck tasted bitter—not nearly as sweet as the smell of the younger vampire, nor as enticing as the energy that wafted off of him. Like poison, it filled Lucien’s mouth and made him almost shudder with revulsion, as it scorched his tongue and esophagus on the way down to his stomach. The taste was venomous—the lightheaded mania it prompted a clear indicator of that the essence of other vampire was never meant to be ingested.
Nonetheless, even as Lucien began to lose precise control of his motor-functions, he still drank. Because this wasn’t about feeding—even though he had enough liquid in his stomach to hear it sloshing around with each of his dizzy movements—this was about making a point. Marking Kyan so brutally, that the vampire would never forget who owned him now. Lucien could have killed him; he still can—the older vampire felt that he needed to remind the other that, at any given moment, he could end him. He would drain the other until Kyan felt the that false sense of indestructability that came with immortality fading—when his world began going black, and his body completely lifeless, and just as he was about to lose his grip on life, Lucien would reel him back in; wrench him from the icy grasp of the River of Souls, like an angel of death. And, if coming so close to an absolute death did not break the younger vampire, Lucien had other, more sinister procedures in mind. Fighting against all instinct to disengage from the attack, Lucien threaded his fingers in Kyan’s hair and growled against his wounded flesh. The guttural noise rumbled between them like a rolling ball of thunder, and Lucien almost didn’t recognize the sound of his own voice; lost in the overwhelming barbarity of his current, monstrous state-of-being. Listening to the younger’s pleas—feeling the moisture of Kyan’s tears dampen his hair and scalp—made the vampire clamp down harder, driving his fangs deeper into the presented skin. Lucien had never bitten, or had been bitten, with the intent of deriving pleasure. And the occurrences where biting had occurred, with whomever he chose to lay with then, there was a whispered promise to be gentle; to make the bite at the very least pleasant—each time, the pain was horrible. With every disappointed lover, Lucien felt less and less inclined to believe that bites were anything more than a means to feed or hurt. As he assaulted Kyan’s skin with his severe incisors, and listened to his pained entreaties for it to end, Lucien was absolutely sure that his theory was correct. Clinging to those fleeting thoughts of pain, as he drowned in Kyan’s lifeblood and pleas for the biting to stop, Lucien felt his knees buckle. He released the younger’s neck, as he tried to regain his stability. Holding fast onto him to keep Kyan from fleeing, the dark-haired immortal brought them both to the glass-strewn floor, and grunted as his vision swam. He was out of practice with dolling out non-lethal punishments. He shouldn’t have been this intoxicated, this fast. Lucien used to be able to drain three vampires in one sitting, and now, he couldn’t bite one. His aching esophagus flexed, as he felt bile threatening to come up. Clenching his hands into fists, Lucien tried to keep a hold on himself. Head rested on Kyan’s shoulder, he panted. He wanted to speak, but couldn’t find his words—couldn’t distinguish tangible language from unintelligent grunts, as the poisonous lifeblood in his stomach took a major toll on him. Instead of stopping, however, Lucien pressed their foreheads together and made sure to meet Kyan’s eyes. Grunting a firm warning for the younger vampire to brace himself, Lucien bit him again. In a different spot, this time—closer to the clavicle, because the original punctures had already healed. |
Kyan weakened with the elder. His mind started to grow fuzzy and dim as he kept fighting the other to stop. Kyan knew it was a matter of time before the elder would completely drain him and end up killing him. So this is how it ended? All his years of immortality were to end by the mere bite of an elder. This is what Damien wanted.
Kyan could see some of his life as a human flash before his eyes. He remembered his mothers face, so beautiful and sad. It had been at Kyan's 'funeral' and his father actually weaped for the loss of his only son. Kyan had attended his own funeral. Just to see his family one last time before leaving with Damien. As the blood left his body, he could now feel the wear and tear that he put his body through. Old wound started hurting once more. His head pounded as his legs and arms became numb. Soon enough he stopped fighting. It had gone from punches against the elders chest to light hits to nothing. He watched the elder weaken as well. Though, the elder wouldn't die. His body would fix itself before that. Kyan's cries died out and his tears stained his cheeks, though no more ran form his eyes. He looked up at the elder when they fell to the ground. The elder still had that flames in his eyes whereas Kyan's seemed to be weakened, but still with that spark of defiance. Kyan couldn't even feel the next bite. His body had gone completely numb with pain and loss of blood. Black spots appeared before his eyes, soon other colors joined in as his head rolled to the side and his eyes closed. Kyan let his mind wander back to the good days when he was human. he had been a good kid. Smart and loyal to his parents. His only flaw was liking the same sex. There was no telling his parents since they were overly Christian and such things was looked down on. Kyan had tried to like woman but he had always found men more attractive. The memory started to fade as he started to loose his grip on it. He was dying. Almost completely dead. He could see that light that all those movies talk about. His family and friends waiting on the other side, calling for him. Reaching out towards him. He was...happy. |
On the brink of his unconsciousness and Kyan’s expiry, Lucien finally found the strength to detach himself from the younger. Very nearly tumbling onto his back with the force in which he used to shove himself away, Lucien panted. Kyan’s blood bubbled up his throat, and this time he couldn’t stop himself from regurgitating it. Bitterness, black as ink and thick as paste splashed onto the floor beside him, as he retched. Tar-like and viscous, it ruined the floorboards, as the foul black substance spilled onto the filthy wooden surface. Lucien felt moisture on his cheeks, wiping it away quickly; he stared at the red tears on his fingertips numbly, as hysteria wore off.
After his stomach was completely emptied, Lucien felt the effects of drinking Kyan’s blood wear off. Breathing deeply to ground himself, he stood and moved to collect the wilted vampire from the floor. Kneeling down before Kyan, Lucien felt his head swim. His recovery time had taken quite a hit from ingested so much of the younger’s blood. He would remember not to do anything like that again. Grunting, he grabbed Kyan by the underarm and hefted him onto his shoulder. He was relatively light, but even still, Lucien’s back began to ache under his weight. Breathing evenly, Lucien turned and carried Kyan from the room. Down the hall, up another flight of stairs, the older vampire began to wonder why Damien hadn’t just killed Kyan on his own. Well, he knew why, but… still. At some point in the night, Lucien bathed and re-dressed the younger vampire, before laying him to rest in an unused bedroom. The sun had begun to rise beyond the horizon, when Lucien gave into slumber, himself. |
Kyan was just about in reach of his family and loved ones when the elder stopped drinking. His body started to heal itself, dragging Kyan's spirit away form the blinding light. It was going to take a good couple hours for his body to heal. He let his mind drift into darkness like normal.
Kyan started feeling the black tar start back through his veins. Blood would help his healing but he highly doubted the elder wanted to feed him. It was more likely that the other drained him to weaken him. It was around dusk when Kyan finally woke up. His mind burning along with his eyesight from the lack of blood. He let his eyes flutter open as he slowly sat up, only to fall back down. His head hurt and so did his body. His body was still healing but only blood would heal it all the way. He groaned softly as he tried to sit up once more. He was able to get his feet on the wooden floor when the dizziness set in. He put his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Kyan finally rose and braced himself against the wall. He needed blood. And he needed it now to be able to escape this place. |
As the dawn arrived, and daylight beamed lustrously through the slits in the smutty curtains, Lucien awoke to the vicious sting of sun on his vampiric flesh. He fell asleep in front of the window, most peculiar. His exposed, pale epidermis turned bright pink; cracking and bleeding, as the scorching sunrays licked at it and left blisters in its wake. The vampire resisted all urge to react to the pain, as he picked himself off the floor and groaned unintentionally at the stiffness in his joints.
Blood made his clothes stick to him like a second-skin, but Lucien paid it no mind, as he swiftly pulled the drapes closed and with it, blocked out any of the offending sunlight. Sooner or later, he would get around to properly tinting the windows, until then, Lucien would bear in mind that he could not fall asleep where he pleased. Peeling his clothes off idly, Lucien scented the air to make sure Kyan was where he had left him. The younger’s scent was heavy in the air, so much so, that Lucien took a moment to smell himself, to make sure that Kyan’s scent hadn’t permeated into his skin. The thought of Kyan’s scent on him made Lucien’s chest tighten with the wish to dominate and possess the younger. Lucien willed himself to calm down; promising his feral side that he would get to marking Kyan soon enough. For now, he would gain the younger vampire’s trust. The possessing would be sweeter, his feral side thought; if Lucien could break Kyan mentally, as well as corporeally. After he was fully undressed, Lucien flitted off to his bathroom, where he washed idly for a half hour in his claw foot tub; unhurried and leisured, as per usual with his morning routine, as he drained bottle after bottle of scented oil into the steaming water. As much as he wished to stay home and torture Kyan, he had prior engagements. Work related ones, at that. Grooming took less time, as Lucien had dressing himself down to a science. Not a hair was out of place, after he finished dragging the tough bristles of his hairbrush through his dark mane. Cologne was bypassed today, the bath oils enough to mask his scent, he thought. As Lucien straightened his tie without the assistance of the mirror, and stalked through the hallway to the room he kept Kyan in. Unlocking the door, the older vampire pushed it open softly and found the brunette lying asleep on the bed—just as he had left him... good. Lucien carded his fingers through his slicked back hair, fighting every urge to enter the room—knowing it to be impossible to stay his impulses, once he came into the younger’s presence. Scanning the room for any possible escape routes and finding none, Lucien noted how the dingy, beige threadbare eiderdowns Kyan lay atop of looked so much darker than usual, when held in comparison to Kyan’s pale complexion. Loosening his collar, Lucien breathed deeply, before fishing his mobile out of his breast pocket. Quickly dialing in a number, he hummed as he waited for an answer. “ Wotcher?” Came the voice on the other line. “Rosemary and I are to give a presentation today, but it appears that… I have equally pressing matters here, at home. Would you be a dear and come over here pronto…” It wasn’t a question, though Lucien posed it as such. The vampire on the other line fussed quietly, which didn’t bode well with Lucien. “Esca…” He hissed warningly. “Oy, my apologies, master… I forgot my manners. I’ll be over in a short bit.” Lucien bid Esca farewell, before hanging up. Slipping his phone back into its rightful place, the vampire watched Kyan for a short while longer. - Esca arrived rather late, but a sufficient punishment for her tardiness would have to wait, as Lucien headed out with a disapproving glare over his shoulder. “He is in the bedroom.” The older vampire informed, before pulling the door closed behind him. The fledgling vampire whistled, before shrugging out of her pea coat and hanging it up on the coatrack. “This’s gonna be a long day.” She sighed, mussing up her shaggy, strawberry-blonde fringe, as she headed towards the staircase. Her thick high-heels clicking on the wooden steps, as she ascended the flight stairs. Her silver and blue eyes scanned her master’s home with excitement. Never before had she been in Lucien’s estate, and for this reason, she would soak up every moment like a sponge. It was dilapidated and filthy, but had a sense of character that made Esca curious. Up the stairs and down the hallway towards the room Kyan was hidden away in, the ‘green’ immortal wrinkled her nose at the soot falling from the ceiling and sullying the air. Only a vampire for a month, Esca wasn’t fully used to not needing to breathe, eat, blink, and other things of that nature—and so, she ended up unnecessarily breathing in a huge cluster of dust. Coughing, as she felt it settle into her lungs, Esca shuddered at the notion that, by time Lucien returned, she would be covered head to foot in grime. As it would turn out, it didn’t even take that long, until she was filthy. The sun was barely down the line of the horizon, before she had to strip from her clothing in favor of Lucien’s clean ones. Hopefully, the older vampire wouldn’t mind; especially, since he had put her in charge of seeing to a vampire who was exponentially more powerful than she. Shifting around uncomfortably in his baggy clothes, Esca pushed open the door to Kyan’s temporary bedroom, and jumped nearly out of her skin, as she felt, firsthand, just how powerful the other was. Trembling like she was being swept passed by a harsh gale, the fledgling vampire grabbed the doorknob and tried to keep her knees from knocking together. In the midst of her strong reaction to Kyan’s presence, Esca didn’t realize he was up and out of bed, until she noticed that the vampire was leaning heavily against the wall. Her breath lodged in her throat, as she met his emerald-green eyes. “H-hello.” She croaked. |
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