Rachello open her eyes as she felt a beam of the moon's light upon her skin. She jumped as she looked for Raven. She smiled when she saw him then looked stern at him. "What are you doing up? You are just asking for those wounds to bust open again arnt you?"

"Don't worry, I was careful." Raven then brought over a bag to Rachello. "During the day, I stopped the storage room and got you some blood." Raven took a jug out of the bag and gave it to Rachello.

Rachello took the jug and looked down at the bed she then got up. "...thank you...You shouldn't have been out Raven you could have been hurt again.." She gently walked out the door and into another part of the elven house. She open the jug as she enjoyed it's content. When she was done she licked her lips clean. She looked at the jug as she felt like a monster again.

Raven sat and ate the raw meat that he ad also gotten. When he was finished, he approached Rachello. "I'm sorry I worried you. But my wounds are healing fast, and I have you to thank for that."

She hid the jug be hind her back not wanting her to see it empty for some reason. She looked at him and nodded at him. "It is ok...I'll take your word then!" She smiled a bit as she looked at him.

Raven could tell that Rachello had drinken the blood. " You should never be ashamed of who you are."

She looked down at the floor. "You should when it hurts others." She gently pushed passed him as she left she returned the jug to it's place and walked back to where Raven was. She didn't know why she felt so ashamed of her race around him.

"I have just as much blood on my hands as yours" Raven said. "In the past, I have killed vampires both young and old, man and woman."

She looked up at Raven peering deep into his eyes finding truth in what he said. A slight smile appeared on her face as she looked back to the ground. "I see I have no wrong in your eyes as you don't in mine."

Raven placed his hands on Rachello's shoulders. "The past is past, but the futur is till unwritten. We can start over and make things right."

She looked up at him and smiled as she gently stroked his jaw. "I hope so...but I don't know if you are safe with me or me you. Our kinds arnt suppose to be together. I don't want you hurt again." She leaned up to him and kissed his cheek then turned from him as she walked off into the woods.

Jude held onto him, closing his eyes slowly. "What does that mean? Those words? I've never heard a language like that before..." He exhaled slowly, nuzzling into him, their bare chests rubbing together. Jude was significantly shorter than the other male, and found that he liked their proportion to eachother. "I know we can't... But..." He pulled out of the hug.

"We can for now..." He looked up at him and moved his hands, touching his cheeks with his delicate, feminine hands. "Kiss me..." He whispered, his eyes throbbing with that dull, red glow. Lustful and hungry for the older vampire before him.

Raven blamed himself. He had openly showed his feelings for Rachello, and now she blamed herself for his screw up. He ran after her to tell her how he felt.

Rachello turned and looked over her shoulder as she saw Raven coming. She turned and looked at him as she crossed her arms over her chest. She wandered what he didn't understand about the dangers of being close to one another. She wanted to leave and never be seen again by him but she couldn't do that she knew that would be mean past words. Besides her heart wouldn't let her.

"Mano rožė." He repeated the simple words with a light smile. "It means, my rose. The language is Lithuanian." His smile faltered a little and he shook his head slightly when Jude asked to be kissed. He lowered his head slightly and placed a gentle kiss on Jude's cheek.

"I cannot..." He pulled away from Jude completely. Bending to pick up the dropped shirt, wringing some of the water out of it before laying it over his shoulder. With his right hand, he took Jude's left and began to lead the younger vampire from the river.

He smiled, nodding slightly. "Its a beautiful language." He smiled. "Mano rožė." He repeated, chuckling a little. He giggled. He liked that nickname.

Jude's lips parted, the boy looking sad. "B-bu..." He walked to him, touching his back. "I don't... understand. What did I do wrong?" He whimpered, his lips parting slightly. He looked down at their linked hands, blushing a little more.

He laid his shirt out to dry and sat down near it. Pulling Jude into his lap and hugging him tightly. Hiding his face against the boy's neck. "You didn't do anything wrong." He nuzzled Jude's neck softly.

"Mano rožė. Kisses are delicate things. One shouldn't give them away or accept them so easily. There are deep hidden meanings in a kiss. One kiss can convey over a thousand words. The timing of a kiss is nearly as important as the kiss. Everything must be so perfect." There was a short pause as he turned his head away and his voice dropped slightly. "There must be love as well. You should never kiss someone you don't love, or you'll be caught up in a tangled web of lust."

Raven caught up with Rachello. "Our own kind may be at war, but I don't care. When I look at you, I don't see a vampire, I see beauty." Raven gently wrapped his arms around Rachello's waist "I love you." He then kissed her on the lips.

Jude closed his eyes, feeling guilty. "....Yes." He wrapped his arms around him, sighing slightly. "I understand. I'm sorry..." He held onto him, sighing slightly. The boy smelled faintly of lemon and pepperwood and it was a calming scent.

He curled into him slightly, nodding slowly. He did understand, but that didn't mean he didn't want the kiss. Infact, he wanted it even more now. He exhaled slowly, his lips parting.

"Rožė.." He murmmered the word softly. Bringing two of his fingers to his lips and kissing them softly before he gently touched them to Jude's lips. "You are young, and there are many things waiting for you out in the world. Do not be so quick to give your heart away, for it is a very precious thing to have."

He ran a hand through Jude's hair, fingers running through it gently as he sighed very softly. He held the young Vampire close with his other arm around Jude's waist.

"The scars on my body are the result of giving my heart away to quickly. Though it was long ago, and I have regained my heart, a piece of me was lost forever. Everytime we surrender our selves to someone else in passion, love or lust, they take a piece of us with them..a piece that we lose forever, but we also gain a small piece of them."

Jude stared up at him, taking every one of his words in and holding onto them forever. "Does that mean... you'll ever love again?" He asked like a small child would. If Andarias couldn't love... or wouldn't love him Jude felt like he would be spending a lot of time pining over what could have been.

He blushed and looked down, nodding. He looked at Andarias's shirt, biting his lip slightly. He picked up his own shirt and coat, as well as his bag and shoes. He's stripped quickly and he honestly didn't remember doing it.

Jude pulled away from the man's secure arms and knelt, touching his shirt. He blushed, pulling his shirt back on, being as he had pretty much already air dried. His pants were soaked, but he didn't mind. Being un-dead had a lot of advantages; not feeling cold was one of them.

He had chuckled softly at Jude's question. "Mano rožė everyone, everything has the ability to love. Those who say otherwise are afraid." He let Jude slip from his arms with a slight frown. The contact had become comfortable. Watching him as he redressed.

"Love is more painful than any form of torture, but it is more sweet and pleasurable than anything you could ever imagine." His slight frown turned to a smile and he held his hand out to Jude. "I will not be cruel to you, mano rožė, I will let you stay by my side for as long as you wish. If I sent you away from me, I can see that your heart would break. Hearts are fragile and delicate."

Jude smiled and moved, taking his hand and looking up at him. He was sure he'd follow him anywhere. He wasn't sure why... but he felt like he'd met him before. "You got those scars from someone who loved you?" He asked, looking sad. That made Jude cringe. He'd loved before... He'd been in love with a lycan, but his gentle lover never laid a harsh hand on him. He exhaled slightly.

"....My scar isn't from someone I love." he chuckled softly, looking away. His gray eyes looked forlorn, the once bright and jovial young man drawing back into a corner of wickedness and anger.

"No one will ever hurt you while I am nearby, mano rožė." He pulled Jude to him, wrapping his arms around the boy and hugging him tightly.

"The person who put these scars on me, he never loved me. I loved him, I idolized him and my love blinded me..or rather..I chose not to see the truth for what it was because of my love. I gave myself to him completely and in return I got only pain and torment. I did not deserve such treatment, but still I have only myself to blame, I was young and stupid."

Jude's eyes looked sad and he bit his lip hard. He felt bad. "I'd never ever hurt you, Andarias." He smiled, looking up at him, hoping for approval. He didn't want to overstep boundaries, but he wanted to assert his feelings.

"My scar is from my birth-father... he..." He sighed, looking down at the ground as he was rapt in the man's arms. "Well, he said I disgraced him... and he wanted me dead." He sighed. "He poured gasoline on me and lit me on fire." He made sure his face was hidden. He didn't want to seem weak... or let Andarias see him cry.


((Poor Jude. ; 3; ))