daniels_diary

Origin part 2

Mon, 28 Jan 2008 22:32:49 GMT

I contemplated not actually telling this part of the story. I would like to make it crystal clear that I do not want you to feel sorry for me. I do not need your pity, and the first who dares speak of this; I will hurt you like he hurt me.

I woke up… Later. To tell you the truth I do not know how much later. I was tied to a chair in a basement of sorts. I looked around. It was dark. Pitch black in fact, but somehow I could see. At least a little. I looked around. The cellar-like room was completely stripped of any sort of furnishing, aside from the chair in the middle, which I was conveniently enough sitting on. And tied to. I soon realized my exact location as I looked out the small window to the outside. Far away a large black silhouette took up space against the night sky. Home. The Schele castle. The view and distance taken into consideration I could only be in one place. The old abandoned fortress. When I was little I had feared it, the ghost stories that the townspeople had to tell, and the probably true stories of the horrors this place had seen, had made me terrified of it. Less than a year ago, I had finally decided that if I were to be a good Freiherr, I had to be fearless, and I made it my mission to visit the place at least twice a year. This meant that I had only been here twice before, but at that moment, I was rather glad of this.

I looked up as the door to the room was opened and in strutted the man who had had the apparent nerve to kidnap me. He sneered and glared, but didn’t speak. He merely moved into the room like the air around him demanded attention and notice, like no one I had ever experienced before – and despite my young age I had met my share of important people - He smiled at me, and I dug my fingers into the armrests of the large chair.

He walked around for a while, seemingly fiddling with a few things around me that were hidden in corners too dark for me to be able to make out what he was doing. He looked at me from time to time, studying me, but never spoke, not even when I asked him why I was there. He finally answered me though, after I had asked him for the fifth time, though it was hardly a reply to my question. “Patience, my boy. You might as well learn that from the start. From now on, you will never be in any need to hurry.” He smiled at me and I felt chills going down my spine. He approached me, looking at me like I was a thing that needed to be studied carefully. A peculiar thing that needed looking into. I never expected that the look was to be taken literally.

I do not actually remember much of the first time. He drugged me the first few times. It was not until the third or fourth time that he gave up on the drugs. At that point he did not need them either. By that point, the shock in itself would no longer be able to kill me. What I do remember is vague moments of pain and the feeling of my mind slipping. And crying when he was not there. Crying because I somehow knew what was going to happen. What was going to happen, and how rage seemed all consuming already then.

Even though his abuse of me was only about nine to ten times out of the three months I estimate I was there, he came to me every day. He talked to me in a conversational tone, told me what was going on outside. I had been gone for two days when the news reached town. The heir had gone missing. He had ridden out one evening and had yet to return. They had searched the forest. Turned every rock and the first messengers had been sent to the neighboring regions, telling them to be on the lookout for the Freiherr Schele’s eldest son, and a potential killer. This had amused my captor immensely.

Barely a month later though and everything seemed back to what it had always been at the castle, and in town. At least according to my captor. I remember it angering me. I shook blood out of my eyes from the gash on my forehead. Here I was in pain and suffering, and they were already hurrying to forget me?! It was an outrage! My Master, as he wanted me to call him, smiled at me and pointed towards the window, telling me stories about how my siblings had been in town now, looking happy and carefree. “I would not benefit from lying to you,” he told me, and I suppose he was right. At least at that time I could not see how that could possibly benefit him. He obviously did not want to kill me, and continued telling me how he wished to make me stronger, and how I would be, very soon. He walked around me like a hawk circling prey, placing his long slim fingers on my shoulders, a hand moving into my hair, stroking it softly, making chills creep down my spine. He kissed my hair and told me more. Of how he had watched my siblings playing with spinning tops and plucking flowers, and my sisters had put the flowers in each other’s hair as they usually did when celebrating the coming of a new season, in this case winter, and every day my anger towards the castle and the people in it grew.

After about three months, he finally did what my body at this point was longing for him to do. I was exhausted at this point, and could no longer tell time. I could no longer distinguish reality from my dreams and every moment was centered around my master, the pain I longed for, assuring me that I was still alive and the news of my family that I dreaded. They had now announced a funeral date, where my memory would be honored. They had given up.

On this day, the day before my make-believe funeral, He entered the cell in his usual fashion, though something was off. He was not wearing his coat. I had never seen him without it before. He was not as big. The large heavy thing had covered a lean body, bony, even. He still commanded respect, but in a different manner. He somehow seemed more frightening this way though. He walked towards me, completely soundless. “The time has come,” he told me and then he released me from my bonds. No longer held by the shackles, I slumped back in the chair, slowly sliding onto the floor. He caught me though, before I hit it, and he sat down on the floor with me in his arms, cradling me like a small child. I opened my mouth to talk. I realized then that I had not spoken in the last three weeks at least, and I closed my mouth again, doubting that I could speak. Instead I just stared up at him, curious, wondering what would come next. In that instant, my mind seemed clearer than it had in a while, and my eyes focused on his teeth as he smiled. I felt no fear though, and the only thing my mind registered was that in my eyes they had an odd shape, though I could not put my hand on why, exactly. He pulled me closer, and up, and then tilted my head to the side. Not a hard task. It practically fell on its own and I seemed unable to pick it back up, though it hardly concerned me. And then he bit me.

I know now that he had been feeding me his blood to sustain me since I got there. I know because I have experimented with it since. The longer you keep a human alive by feeding them vampire blood, the more likely they are to completely lose their mind. Lucky for me he only kept me there for three months ~

When he was done, he left me. Not that I saw this. At some point after he had bitten into me and before he let go, I passed out. I woke up on the floor of the cell, alone. I got up and walked around, my bare feet moving over the cold stone floor, though I no longer felt the cold. I moved towards the door and grabbed a hold of the handle, pressing down, and watching the old wood whine and give way under my fingers as the metal lock broke off. How odd. I stared at the door as it slid open. I looked out and exited, walking down the hallway of the cellars, then up the spiral staircase and up into the remains of the fortress. I felt no fear anymore either. I felt nothing, merely curious as to what I would find when I went outside. I remember there being people in town as I moved through it. They must have thought I was a ghost, but they barely registered in my mind. I wanted to go home. I wanted to see my parents again. To hug my mother and shake hands with my father.

Origin first part

Thu, 10 Jan 2008 00:18:45 GMT

I had a rather disturbing encounter with my maker a few days ago, and this has now prompted me to start contemplating my life until now. Even write it down… I am not sure in how many details or if I should merely note on events. I suppose we will see.
I was born in the early parts of the 1600’s northern Germany, in a small province bordering France. My father was a powerful man. Freiherr. Unlike now that title actually came with responsibilities that included more than just being a pretty face to the public. I was the eldest of four, and heir to the title and all that it held. I had loving parents and adoring siblings and a region that prospered despite the wars raging. I was isolated from my siblings for the majority of the time, having responsibilities and obligations they did not. As the heir I was obligated to a far more extensive education than my siblings were. They were of course schooled as well, but not nearly to the same degree.
I did not care much though. I used to wonder if I would have been closer to them, had I been schooled with them, or if they had let me play with them. Odds are I would have, at least somewhat, but probably not enough for it to have made any difference in the end. I seemed a loner by heart, and I did not start seeking the company of others until I hit my teens. And the company I then sought had more to do with raging hormones than with being lonely.
I do not remember much, and I suppose no one can blame me for this, but as with so many things, when particular events happen, you seem to remember every second of the day it happened. The exact date… Let us say it escapes my mind, but it was in 1632. I remember everything. Being with the stable boy in the morning, leaving with the promise of my return the next day - I never knew how he viewed what I did to him, and I never cared. He did not fight and he was willing, even if it was out of fear of losing his job – and then going to town. I always enjoyed those trips. I had free time to go to town once a month, at which point I would take the carriage and go there with my servant, as it was not permitted for me to exit castle grounds on my own.
I remember nothing out of the ordinary. At least not until I later thought back. I saw him then. Briefly, and noticed him. I should have been suspicious of him already then. I suppose I was. I noticed him anyways. His clothes were too expensive for the average farmer. He was too clean, too neat… A little too everything actually.
I bought clothes and sugar filled bread that I suppose was a form of pastry, and otherwise looked around at the shops. They were rather trivial, my visits there. It was only four times a year that the travelling market passed the village, bringing new things for the stores to buy. At this particular point in time, it would be another month until they would come by again.
I enjoyed the trips there all the same though. I only got to go to leave the castle grounds once a month, except for special occasions, and such occasions were usually only when I was being dragged to one of the neighboring regions. Not something I minded in theory, but it always seemed to interfere with the plans I had set for going to the market place, and we were usually gone for no less than a week at a time, and at least four out of those seven days were spent traveling.
Either way, I spent a few hours there before going home, knowing that my parents preferred it if I made the trips short, and I was not feeling rebellious enough that day for me to want to live through not being able to sit down for the following week just to stay a few more hours.
At home I went to my room to look at the clothes before putting them away in my ridiculously extensive wardrobe closet, which was of course filled from top to bottom. I stayed there and had dinner, which was dull and uneventful and left me with a craving to go to the stables afterwards. To get relief for pent up frustrations that seemed to have overtaken me at this point, and to ride.
I entered the stables, eyes seeking out the stable boy, whose name has slipped my mind. As odd coincidences will have it, we were alone. I moved to him, grabbing his neck and dragging him into one of the empty booths where I pulled his pants down and made short work of him. Inexperienced and young, it didn’t take long. He limped to get my horse ready afterwards. I kissed him as I mounted the horse. Odd, I had never done that before. I then proceeded to ride off into the darkness.
The air was cooling. Summer was slowly coming to an end. Soon the leaves would be turning colorful, then brown and fall dead to the ground, as they did every year. Nothing ever changed. It somehow made me ride harder, down the road from the castle at the mountain top and into the surrounding forest, pitch dark at this time.
I rode on until I made it to a clearing in the forest. I had let my brown mare run. She knew the road by heart and pulled to a halt on her own accord the moment she made it there. I dismounted, she was winded and sweaty and I proceeded to take off the saddle and cover. It was not yet cold enough for her to catch a cold from the air drying her wet coat, but soon I would have to stop taking these trips again.
I went to sit by the side of the pond, though I never actually got to sit down. I saw movement on the other side of the water. “Who is there?” I yelled, frowning as the person stepped closer, revealing himself to be a man. “This forest is private property sir, I must ask you to leave immediately!” I received no reply. The man merely continued to move closer, making his way around the pond and did not stop until he stood a few meters from me. He was dressed in dark blue clothes that would fit a gentleman of some status. He seemed in his 40’s, and was blessed with a handsome face and stately body with a grace that made it seem like he was floating rather than walking.
“Daniel von Schele, I presume?” he presumed correctly, though I was not going to tell him this.
“Your hearing must be failing you sir, for I asked you to leave this land,” I said.
“My, so hostile.” His voice was silky smooth and seemed cheerful, in an odd sort of way that I at the time was unable to put my finger on.
I took a step back, sneering, looking at him in hostility. I was in the right here, he was not and he should leave and I continued to tell him so. He however, did not seem to care or even listen to my protests after a bit. However ridiculous it sounds, he did in the end corner me, my back eventually hitting my horse who refused to move just because I bumped into her. Silly creature.
“You really should leave, sir. I am warning you, nothing good will come of…” I struggled for the right way to put what I believe he wanted, “You being here…” I ended up with, and trailed off, my frown deepened, and a sudden surge of defiance came over me. “Besides, what business do you have with me!?”
He smiled at me kindly, though still wrong, somehow. “I must confess I have been watching you for a certain period of time,” he said, reaching out to touch my face. I flinched, angrily jerking my face to the side to avoid the touch.
“How dare you touch me?!” I sneered, turning my head back to look at him, disgust written on my face. He proceeded to hit me, my disgust turned to surprise from one second to the next. No one had ever dared lay a hand on me aside from my father. How would they ever? I barely managed to recover from the blow to both my face and my pride, before he grabbed a hold of my shoulders and pulled me closer, tilting his head to the side, and biting into my neck. I remember nothing but darkness from then on.

Buried undead

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 18:18:10 GMT

... The damn brat buried me! ... I have seldom been that humiliated! At least he learned from the experience and he begged my forgiveness~ Even fell to his knees for me, unbelievable as that might seem. I was dug out of my earthly grave about a week ago and I have barely recovered. The humiliation only gets worse by the fact that I was dug out of there by Vile, who set Rubin to nurse me back to health. For those who might not be aware of it, these two gentlemen, or lack thereof, are acquaintances from my time with Teufelstein.

What he learned though, I could have lived without. Meallán got a hold of him... Another name that none of you would know I suppose. Meallán was the circus of a man I mentioned in my last post. I will not go into details as he didn't, though I have a rather good idea what happened to him. Let us just say that he was treated worse then I treated him.

This incidence has strengthened my resolve though. He will not get out of this country again. He needs to die and sooner rather then later. I don't know how I will go about it, but I promised I would not rush into anything, which means that I will need a plan, and possibly help, no matter how much I would prefer to do this on my own.

I will have to ask Kaoru for help... And possibly others, though I do not know how to go about it. I just know that I will have to. I can not let this slide. He has touched what is mine for the last time.

Update

Mon, 24 Sep 2007 22:55:19 GMT

A lot has happened since the last time I wrote. To be frank I have very little interest in letting you know anything about any of it. I have reached conclusions, and much as I hate to admit it, it would seem I am changing. Some might say for the better... Most, even, though I know of some who would think it a bad thing. I might belong to the last category myself, though I am not entirely sure yet. Either way, I have gotten a new hobby, of sorts, a more permanent one than the short fling it was originally supposed to be.

The reason I have not written before now is that I did not actually go home again, after that day. I returned the next dayt to do more harm, but once I had done my deed, poking his eyes out, should you be curious as to what exactly I did, I stayed with him, and I did not actually return home before nine days later when circumstances forced me to beat him up and deliver him where he was originally supposed to go. It is no longer necessary to keep it a secret that I made him a vampire, and the purpose of this was for him to take over my position in Teufelstein's clan, effectively buying myself free of any ties and obligations I might have had, even still, after he tried to get rid of me.

I might at some point let you know what actually happened, but for now, that is all I have to say on the matter. At this time though, there are more pressing matters. I have for many reasons been forced to relive memories of my past. That is another story that I might tell you some day. Until then, I can tell you that I once made a vow to protect my sister, the last living member of my family, and her decendants. I usually check up on them once or twice every generation, about ten years, give or take. It has now been about sixty years since the last time I sought them out, and I thought it was time to do another checkup, now that I seem to have the time. I asked Christian to look it up, giving him my sister’s name, and he soon provided me with news that seemed almost too much of a coincidence to be real (actually I am pretty sure the white haired bother had something to do with this). The last in the family line, happens to be one Joscelin Bissy-Stark... I will refrain from dwelling on this fact as I fear slightly for my sanity.
As it turns out, it seems someone from back then has reentered my life as well. Or rather, the life of others, as I have yet to meet him. I just know the one man circus is visiting Teufelstein. What I mean to say is that the sick fuck who made me appears to be back. I had half way expected him to be dead by now, but I suppose that was too much to ask for. Fate never did like me very much.

Either way, I don't suppose I have all that much more to say. I reserve the right to be vague, even to myself.

Escape

Wed, 20 Jun 2007 03:15:04 GMT

I came through the door in much the same fashion as the day before, and the day before that as well, carrying a bucket of water and a pack of cloths, smiling brightly at Christian.
“Hello lovely~”
He looked up at me, smiling.“Ah, good evening! I wasn't sure you'd show up again so soon...”
“Oh, I am glad you say that, I was so afraid I had made you wait too long. I was thinking we could try something today.” I moved over, placing the bucket down, “first, get clean though.”
“Oh, not at all. Though I thought you might have found other entertainment. After all, you did seem to find your last visit so dissatisfying. But yes, of course you have a new idea. You are so inventive, aren't you?” He looked at the bucket. “Well, once again you've failed to think about what is within the realm of the possible. For instance, washing myself is quite difficult, when I am chained to a chair.”
“Oh no, I don't give up that easily,” I smirked at him as I leaned down to unchain him, stepping back as said chains fell to the ground, releasing him completely from the chair. “There you go~”
“Thank you, very kind of you...” He got up, rubbing his wrists. “Well, it would have been sort of disappointing, though not entirely unexpected, if you had surrendered your little attempts at experimenting.” He stood next to the bucket, seemingly as far away from me as possible as he washed himself.
“Aww, but you don't know me at all then~ I rarely if ever give up.”

He smiled. “There's a first time for everything...” He finished up, dropping the cloth into the water and stepped back.
“I regret to tell you that it is very unlikely that you should be my first anything.“ I moved over to stand next to him, running my hand up his back, fingers finding the already half healed wound on his arm of the day before.
“Oh yes, I'm quite sure! Now what, are you checking if your little endeavour into medicine has had any effect? If you are, then rest assured that the wound is healing well... Though I don't believe that has anything to do with your skills in doctoring.”
I smirked.
“No, that has something to do with my bloodline~” I grinned up at him, moving a hand around his waist, keeping him in place as I grabbed a hold of a few of the stitches, ripping them out. To his credit, he merely hissed and didn’t move, frozen in pain it seemed.
“Your bloodline? What exactly does that entail?”
I nipped at his neck, biting into it as I ripped out he last few stitches, making him twitch.
“Your strength as a vampire is pretty much determined by your heritage. At least while you are young. The older the vampire who made you, and the older the generations before that, the stronger you are likely to be.”
He smiled. “Ah, how fascinating...! And quite understandable that heritage should control so much. May I enquire as to how old the one who made you was?”
I smirked.
“Oh you liked that, did you...” I drew back. “You better clean the wound as well... I suppose he is a bit over a 1000 now.”
“Really...? So interesting.” He looked down at the wound. “Yes, perhaps I'd better.” He proceeded to clean it.
“Thought that would get you happy. Don't get overly confident though,” I smirked. “Speaking of that, you are welcome to try to break out of here now~ I mean, you are free and all.”
He looked towards the door.
“Well, I've had quite some time to study that door, and I would probably not manage to break the lock before you are able to stop me... So I suppose that would be a waste of time and energy. And I also suspect that you would quite like me to try such a thing. After all, then you can use it as a twisted excuse to do whatever little act of aggression you've planned.” He smiled, an expression I matched with one of my customary smirks.
“I hardly need an excuse,” I stated and proceeded to feel him up, making him tense. “And the door is open~”
“...no, you don't, do you... You're beyond excuses. But though I'd quite like to test my new abilities, I don't really see the point of providing you with the joy of a hunt.”
“Well, in that case, the chair is there.” I pointed at it, indicating that he should go sit down again then, prompting him to roll his eyes at me.
“If you don't mind, I'd rather not. Though it is not entirely uncomfortable, I have just spent the better part of a day in it, and it gets rather tiresome... Thought about getting some additional pieces of furniture...?”
I raised an eyebrow again.
“No, not really, considering what this place is going to be used for, I think the chair and desk should be more than enough, don't you? Meanwhile, I would like you to either give me a fight, or return to said chair~”
He looked at me thoughtfully
“A fight, you say... What sort of fight did you have in mind?”
I shrugged.
“Up to you I suppose. I don't have to tell you that there is no way you would win, but it would be a chance to test what you can do~”
“True... Would said fight be armed?”
“No. Not with anything but your own physical strength.”
“Oh, that's a pity... I quite liked that stiletto knife.” He smiled.
I smirked back at him. “Glad I am not the only one liking my collective pieces. You will have to deal with just fists and kicks though.”
“It's been a while since I had the chance to fight with nothing but my physical strength. Do forgive me if my technique is a little rusty...” He crouched down low and tried to kick my legs away from under me. I made a small jump to avoid the kick but otherwise barely moved an inch.
“I am sure I will live. Some of the ones turned these days are so weak it is pathetic. You might not be all that strong, but at least be stronger then that. Strength demands respect, and you will need it.”
“All this supernatural gibberish is quite archaic to me, but respect... I can understand.” He made a pretend move with his knee towards my upper thigh, but instead rolled around me, hitting me in the side. I grinned, ripping loose from the grasp with ease as I turned and hit Christian, making him fly backwards
“I figured you would. There is no reason for any of the young ones, or even the older ones I suppose, to like you, as long as they respect you.”
He landed almost steadily on his legs, smiling as I talked.
“Exactly. At least there is something we agree on... Though being liked does often earn you somewhat of an easier access to most things. I doubt that you've ever learned that.”
He walked around me in a defensive stance. I shrugged.
“I suppose it could make some things easier... The problem is that I could never really be bothered.” I watched him as I talked before lashing out at him, scratched him down the chest and pushing him backwards, making him gasp out.
“... Well, you see, that is one of the many differences between you and me, and one of the reasons for why you've descended as low as you apparently have... One has to follow the rules of society, to an extent that is acceptable to oneself.... That is how to get ahead of the game.”
I frowned. “That had nothing to do with it. I fell out of favour, that was it.”
He crouched down, tackling me, made me blink as I fell backwards, though with a smile on my face. I had not expected him to be able to do that... He landed on top of me and shifted position to sit on my abdomen and proceeded to hit me hard in the face.
“...that brings me to something I've been wondering about... If you are such a favourite, and held in such high regard, why do you feel this all-encompassing need to abandon this position...?“
I growled, grabbing at his hands and turned us over.
“You have a long way to go yet~” I smirked before answering his question. “None of your business really... I just got sick of it...”
He gave me a seemingly calculating look.
“...I didn't expect to do much damage, but surely you can see why I had to try...? Got sick of being a favourite...? How odd... I suspect you may not be entirely truthful, but I won't press the subject further, if it is so painful for you...“
“Oh, of course~” I hit him a few times in return. “And there comes a lot of expectations with being in a position where you pull rank... And thank you, but really, it is not a sore subject.” I looked at him with annoyance.
“If you say so...” He smiled. “I'm no stranger to expectations, nor to fulfilling them to the best of my abilities, I can assure you of that...”
I leaned down over him, smirking. ”Oh, I hope not~ I would be sorely disappointed.”
“And disappointing you is very far from my mind...” He head-butted me. I hissed and pulled a hand up to my head.
“That hurt...” I stated the obvious and backhanded him.
He straightened his head and laughed. “Oh really...? That's a letdown, here I thought you were quite invincible...!”
I growled.
“Throw me in front of a train for all I care I will likely survive, things depending. It does not mean it won't hurt like a bitch.” I smirked down at him again, moving a hand down to caress his hair, before grabbing a fistful of it hard, forcing his head up...
He snarled through a smile. “...thank you kindly for that little piece of information... If I ever get a chance to test that on you, I surely shall...”
I smirked and leaned down to nip at his lip.
“I have no doubt that you will, just know that I would likely pull you with me~”
“Well, perhaps it would even be worth it... After all, I could very well be likely to survive as well...”
“I suppose you can see that as a challenge as well.” I bit into Christian’s cheek. “So, what now? Are you really just going to lay there and let me have my wicked way with you~?”
He sighed. “Oh, back to that again, are you...?”
“Give me something else to do then~” I cocked my head at him. “You could always go back and sit in the chair.”
He smiled at me. “You have the attention span of a goldfish, do you know that...? Though I suppose that even such an animal knows better than to think of efforts at warped procreative activity incessantly... And you have the constant need for entertainment of a child... But that is really not so strange, I suppose...”
I growled and hit him again, getting halfway up and kneeing him in the crotch.
“Maybe I should get rid of this for you,” I pressed down, “and then you really would be a bitch.”
He grunted loudly in pain and squirmed to get away, though he managed to talk through it.
“...but... am I wrong in assuming that would also... derive you of a fair bit... of amusement...?”
I smirked.
“I am sure I could think of other things~ Technically you don't need to function properly in that area, for me to have fun.”
“...huh... Well... I must be wrong... in my conclusion that... what made it interesting... for you... was if you could actually... make me experience some sort of... pleasure...”
I looked down at him curiously.
“Well, I suppose so, but sometimes it just can't be helped and who knows, maybe you are one of the ones getting off on being tortured down there~”
He looked up at me, glaring angrily.
“...yet another proof of your perversion... Don't displace your own contemptible faults onto others, least of all me!”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, my faults you say. Oh, but I don't really care for that sort of thing myself~ Don't get me wrong, you wanna hurt me I am all for it, but leave my crotch alone.”
“Believe me, it is not difficult for me to abstain from being in contact with any part of your anatomy!”
“No, I could imagine not. This is not something you really have a choice in though.” I moved back and stood up, reaching a hand down to offer Christian as means to help him get up as well. He looked at my hand warily before taking it and got up, slowly taking a few steps backwards.
“...I thought I might have heard you offer me a choice just before... If I were to return to the chair, without any resistance or complaint, perhaps you could exercise holding back your urges in return...?”
I raised my eyebrows at him. “And what kind of urges are you referring to exactly?”
“Oh, to the only thing that seems to occupy your mind, that of satisfying your base desires, surely you must have noticed that...?”
I looked at him mock thoughtfully.
“So let me get this straight, you of all people, would want me to torture and maim you, rather then rape you?”
“Me of all people...? Whatever could you mean by that?”
“Tell me, what part of it was better for you when you did it, the torture, or the sex, or did you find them inseparable?” I grabbed a firmer grip on the hand I was still holding and started dragging him back to the chair, while he tried to shake off my hold with an annoyed sound.
“I haven't got the faintest idea what you're speaking of...”
“So now you are denying having touched the boy at all?” I snorted. “And he can't have been the only one, right?”
He hissed, kicking suddenly at the backside of my knees, making me fall to one knee.
“There's never been anyone else...!”
I looked back at him, hissing as well, though it soon turned into a grin.
“So you never hurt anyone else?”
His eyes widened for a fraction of a second.
“...don't put words in my mouth...! That's not at all what I said, not that it has become your business since the last time you brought it up!”
I raised an eyebrow.
“You want me to stop groping you, you might want to be a bit nice in return.”
“... Something about you makes it very difficult to remain polite in your company... Must be that innate street boy charm of yours...“
“So considering your otherwise apparent control of yourself I suppose I could take that as a compliment~”
He shrugged and smiled. “And I the same in response to what you said about me being in control.”
I snorted. “So again, what now~ I mean, I know what I want, but if you are really nice I might just postpone it.”
He looked at me calculatingly.
“...Postponing it just won't cut it, I think... You'll have to present a better offer than that.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“You do realize that you are hardly in a position to make demands of any kind... But say I play along, what would be a better offer and what could get you to take it?”
“My position could change very fast... But in any case... Let's say I sit down without any complaint and let you conduct your distasteful little experiments upon me. I'll even make some noise for you, if you so desire. In return I only require that you keep your unnatural inclinations to yourself...” he replied.
I could not help but smirk at that. “Oh, but how will I know how far I can take it? To me, I suppose it is all the same, the torture and the sex kinda go together, and it would be hard to distinguish in the heat of the moment~”
“Well, if we cannot agree on what constitutes unacceptable behaviour, then we have no deal. But imagine what a personal victory it would be for you to actually for once be able to restrain yourself.”
I pretended to be thinking about what he had said. “What makes you think that would be a victory? Believe it or not I can restrain myself, it is just...” I looked him over “I see no reason to.”
He sighed.
“I could have told myself that... Is a vampire always so animalistic, or is it just you...? If it is all of them, then I fear I face a very intellectually unchallenging future...”
I snorted.
“Well, I suppose it is up to the individual what part he chooses to let dominate. I have yet to see a reason for me to act any different with you~”
“See, I'm not quite sure what it is about me that provokes such an attitude... I believe I am actually most of the time very friendly. If you only were to tell me exactly what you'd like the final outcome of all this to be, it really would make everything so much easier for you.” He continued to state the purpose I have for him. “I've declared myself ready to do so. You say I have to respect my elders, and I shall do my best to do that also. Really, I think I've been most accommodating pertaining to your plans for my future... So why this aggression towards me...?”
I sent him a flat look.
“I am still not sure you are getting it. I don’t expect anything from you. At least not in in that direction. I am merely enjoying how your face contorts and goes slightly red and I can't help but wonder why, as this can hardly be new to it.”
He looked back at me, copying the glare. “You're not making a great deal of sense, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Well, in returning to the subject we were just discussing. If you enjoy that so much, why do you necessarily have to call them forth by carnal means...? Surely other forms of administering pain can make that appear...? As for your own personal ponderings, what exactly can hardly be new...?
“What I am trying to say is that what I am doing to you now has little to nothing to do with what I am making you do afterwards. It is simply for my own amusement, in other words, I am just that bored and I suppose we resemble each other in one aspect at least. We both like a challenge. It is not that I hate you either, I just enjoy watching you in pain and the reason for the sexual part of it is that it makes you feel pleasure through the pain that you don't like, and that makes me happy~”
He glared at me flatly again.
“...I'm beginning to think that there's no hope for you... Hmm... Then I suppose some kind of agreement is out of the question...?”
He was not wrong. I shrugged, smiling.
“Suppose that depends on the agreement. And why would you want hope for me anyways?”
“Well, I always like to think that everyone will make an effort to better themselves... Though it is quite often in vain... So since you found my suggestion unacceptable, what do you propose?”
“Better myself? What part of the whole demon thing are you not getting? Don't worry, it'll kick in soon enough.” I cocked my head, looking mildly concerned.
He laughed.
“Now you're even calling yourself a demon! And perhaps, morally speaking, you may be... I wonder if that is really acceptable to your fellow beasts... I don't imagine that vampire society, however it may function, allows its members to randomly spew their lack of morals all over the world. So therefore I assume you're the odd one out, the one who could just not understand the rules of the game...”
I shrugged.
“Again, depends... I am pretty sure I got a pretty nice grasp of the rules of this 'game', meanwhile you are hardly one to speak to me about morals, you who will most likely end up like me, if you very soon get your head out of your rear and realize just how much of a sadistic perv you actually are.”
He shuddered, obviously on purpose.
“...let's hope that will never happen...! I will do my best not to end up like you, I can promise you that!” He gave a blinding smile. “So... if you're really as bored as you claim, why not change roles for a bit, and you can get to sit in the chair...?”
I snorted.
“We will see I suppose.” I blinked at him, then smirked. “Fine, I suppose, I got nothing but time... Are you sure that is a good idea~?”
He cocked his head.
“I suppose we will find out...”
I shrugged, moving over to sit in the chair, throwing the chains at Christian.
”if you need them…”
“... Oh, I think I might...” He proceeded to tie me to the chair with them, starting with the right hand, then left hand, then my legs. He gave the whole spectacle a satisfied look, then turned to the table and looked at the tools for a while.
I waited for him. “Make it worth my while, will you.”
“Oh, I just might...” He picked up a few things, studying them before choosing one of my long metal skewers and walked back to me. “Interesting object, this... What do you usually use it for?”
I shrugged.
“Eyeballs and anal penetration mostly.” I eyed it, ”and I think I used it for a bbq once. Well, not this one, the old one I had. This one I just got...”
He laughed. “A barbeque, really...? How... unusually normal of you. Let's see if we can find a new use for it...” He leaned in over me before quickly and forcefully plunging it through my neck and into the chair on the other side. “It's been a pleasure, but I really must go now...!” He smiled and turned around and ran to the door, opened it and disappeared out of it. I rolled my eyes. Disappointing.
“Oh, lovely.” I wriggled slightly before breaking the chains, cursing about having just gotten new ones, before I pulled out the spear and proceeded to jump out of the chair and started off towards the door, sniffing the air slightly. I moved towards Joss's place, hoping that it was just a coincidence he went that way. I was relieved to find that he took another way, not exactly feeling up to a fight of that calibre with a hole in my neck. My eyes narrowed as I saw Christian up ahead, jumping down from the building to get to the harbour gates first, seating myself on top of the entrance. He didn’t notice me until he was about 10 metres away from the gate where he stopped suddenly, crouching down in a defensive pose, glaring at me.
“So... you're actually that fast, are you...? I suppose that is... impressive...”
I felt my eyebrow twitch.
“Did you seriously believe you could escape?” I jumped down in front of him, advancing on him with the skewer. He laughed, almost managing to conceal his nervousness.
“No, to be honest, I didn't... But it was worth a try...!”
“So, then this was a test of sorts?” I moved up to him and proceeded to push him back against the wall of the small abandoned house at the entrance. “Did you figure something out?” I raised the skewer and traced it down his face before pushing it through his shoulder and into the wall behind him, rather regretting that the bricks wouldn’t be able to hold him. He let out a strangled sound.
“...yeah... as a matter of fact I did... and the running did me good... I really needed to stretch my legs...” He smiled, in spite of the pain.
“I am glad, because I think your sentence was just prolonged.” I grabbed the skewer and pulled it out again in one smooth movement, barely wasting a second before I pushed it into the other shoulder, making Christian moan in pain.
“Well... More time in your... excellent company... I am of course... overjoyed...”
I smirked.
“Are you really?” I pulled the skewer out again. “Now where should I insert it next?” I licked at the tip thoughtfully before pushing it through his neck just above his collarbone. He made gurgling sound, glaring at me angrily.
“Oh, you can't speak, can you, how unfortunate~ Should I help you with that?” I pulled the poker out again, smirking at him sweetly. He made a sound much like coughing, grasping his throat with his right hand and continued to glare. I leaned in to nip at his lips.
“Hmm, your hair is falling into your eyes~” I said, as I pushed the poker through his stomach. I smirked as his right hand moved to his hair, even as he grunted deeply in pain. Peculiar human.
“...so... I guess we did... find a new use... for that skewer...” He gave me a half smile.
“It would seem so,” I leaned in to lick at the wound at his collarbone. “So, believe we can go back now then?”
He made a sound I will choose to interpret as a laugh.
“...I don't... suppose I... have... a choice...?”
I sucked at the wound.
“No, not really.” I smirked up at him before stepping back, grabbing him and pulled him into my arms before starting off running towards the hideout while he closed his eyes. I stopped at the entrance a few moments later, carried Christian into the silo and put him down in the chair, before turning back to walk towards the door and closed it again. “So, do you have any other good ideas?”
“...no... not as such... But I'll be sure... to let you know...” He looked up with his ever present smile. I shook my head.
“Awfully thick that facade of yours, isn't it~” I moved over to stand next to him and ran a hand through his hair, before I moved back to the table to fetch the small box I had been walking around with the first time I ran into Joss, then moved back to him, casually sitting down in Christian’s lap. “You know you are right, there is a need for at least a chair more in here~” I smirked at him, opened the box and pulled out a small pair of pliers, tapping Christian's jaw with them. “Now, open wide~”
He glared at me hostilely.
“...I... think not...”
I smirked.
“That wasn't a question, and if you don't, I will dislodge your jaw.”
He gave me a doubtful look.
“...and what will you do... if I open it...?”
“Let us just say we could both benefit from you being able to close your mouth again once I am done with you... Don't worry, it'll be fine... Just a little experiment.”
“...somehow I find the truth of that statement... to be somewhat questionable...but very well then...” He leaned his head back and opened his mouth, clenching his fists over the armrests. I smirked and leaned forward a bit, nipping at the side of his mouth almost affectionately, before I grabbed a hold of the left canine tooth with my pliers and ripped it out. My reward was a long hoarse scream and Christian moving his head away, muttering curses. I grabbed the back of his head to keep him still while I leaned in to suck at his mouth and groaned as the thick liquid started flooding down my throat.
“And now, the other one, open up~”
He made a sound of frustration and tried to avoid my mouth, his speech slurred.
“...no... How... how.. am I to feed...?”
“Aww, don't worry~” I kissed him softly. “They'll grow back... if things are working as they should... if not, you'll die from hunger, that is what we are testing. You are of no use to me if you are defective now, are you? Now open up.” I tapped him with the instrument. He swallowed and tried to avoid the tapping. “Open,” I poked at his lips with the instrument, smirking at Christian. “It'll be over soon and if it works, they should be back in no time~”
He finally opened his mouth, once again grasping the armrests firmly in preparation.
“Good boy~” I grabbed a hold of his neck to keep his head still as I put the pliers around his remaining fang, pulling it out in one quick motion. He halfway managed to strangle the scream that time, his eyes opening wide. I moved in to do the same as before, taking most of the blood.
“See, now, that wasn't so bad~”
He sneered.
“...oh no... not at all...”
“See, you can even still talk,” I licked at his lips again. “Not bad...” I ran another hand through his hair, making him shudder, before getting up, hearing him muttering something about my mental health as I did. I raised an eyebrow.
“Did you say something?”
“...I find... it a little difficult... to speak in a civilised manner... right now.” He glared.
I smirked at him.
“I never asked you to be civil, feel free to tell me what is on your mind... If you can speak~”
He snorted.
“Well, if you're right... then I should be able to... speak much more clearly soon... and then I shall... be sure... to tell you exactly what is on my mind...” He gave me as much of a smile as he could manage.
“There is that facade again~ Well, I'll look forward to you telling me, meanwhile, I have a little problem you see, my chain is broken~
“...ah... what a pity...!”
I cocked my head at him.
“It is indeed, because what am I supposed to do now, smash your legs?
“...or you could just lock the door... and trust that I stay here...?”
I snorted.
“Oh yes, trust you... Funny guy. Seriously though, maybe I should nail you to the chair.” I looked around, thoughtfully.
“Well, yes... You could do that... but you'd be making... a lot of nasty holes in... this fine old chair of yours... And nails... I might actually be able... to pull out...”
“Hmm, I suppose so~” I smirked at him teasingly before I turned to the desk to shuffle through the drawers taking a few seconds before getting back with a thin rope. “I knew I had to have bought some of this,” I held it up. “The thickness of the rope is just perfect for snapping necks.” I started tying him up with it. “And don't run. If you can get free, I will find you.”
His shoulders moved as if he was laughing silently.
“Oh, don't worry... I do believe you when you say you will... But I think I've gotten quite enough exercise... for now.”
I smirked.
“That is the spirit~” I leaned in to kiss him again afterwards. Apparently I have gotten a somewhat strange addiction to Christian's reactions to my antics, it would seem. He sneered.
“I should leave, really~”
He answers me with mock disappointment.
“Oh... already...? If you wait just a little longer... you can have a race... with the sun...!”
I snorted.
“Finally got you to hate me, did I? Truth be told I had expected that to happen sooner~”
He laughed.
“And I had expected you... oh no, not expected... but thought there might have been... a chance of you... finding out how... good I am at... hiding such things... a lot sooner...!”
I snorted and smirked.
“Well, I suppose I know now that you are a pretty decent actor. I expected you to dislike me before, but hate is such a strong word~”
“...actor...? Oh no... I am always honest... People just choose to... misinterpret... what I say.” He smiled, this time with his mouth closed. “And yes... I agree that hate is a strong word. But honestly... can you really blame me...?”
“Of course not~ Especially not at this point.” I leaned back, grabbing a cloth and started wiping the remaining blood away from his face before placing it back in the bucket and picked it up. “I really should leave now.”
“Then what are you stalling for...? Is my company really that entertaining...? Well, I suppose... that it must be... for you to come back here... night after night... so obsessively...” He smiled maliciously.
“Be careful, or I might just show you how 'possessive' I can be...” I took a step back before turning and walked to the door.
“Oh, I shudder in fear...” He paused... gathering himself? “Good night then... Or do you people say good day...?”
“You know, one thing you will learn to love, I am sure, is that,” I took a demonstratively deep breath, “you can smell fear~” I grinned and turned to grab the handle. “Good night is fine.”
His eyes narrowed.
“...well... I hope that ability will be useful to me... one day... Sweet dreams.”
I smirked.
“I am sure it will... It can help you track people down as well~ And thank you, you too, have fun.” I opened the door and moved out of it.
“Oh, you have assured... that I most definitely will.” He muttered, cursing me.
“Glad to have been of service,” I said, and the door slammed shut.

Stitches

Mon, 18 Jun 2007 02:12:28 GMT

I whistled as I walked down the harbour the next day, fidgeting with the keys for a moment before opening the door. So far it had been a rather good day. I stopped the moment I entered though, seeing that things were not entirely as I had left them. I eyed the empty chair before I started to look around, finding him sitting on the staircase running along the wall of the silo quite high up, giving him a blank stare. He smiled at me.
“Ah, there you are. I was worried that the sun had gotten you after all...”
I smirked up at him.
“Thank you for the concern, that was very nice of you... What are you doing up there?”
“Oh, I felt the need to stretch my legs... And survey my surroundings. Quite interesting... choice of decorating style you have here.”
I grinned.
“Isn't it? I am very proud of it, to tell you the truth... Meanwhile I suggest you get down here. I got stuff to wash your hair with.”

He studied his hair with his hands and eyed one of the locks falling in front of his face casually.
“Well, it is indeed quite in need of it... But no... I am quite enchanted by the view from up here, I must tell you. I couldn't possibly be persuaded to abandon it at the moment.”
I cocked my head at him. “... Well, that is nice, I suppose. Doesn't change the fact that I would like you to come down here.”
“I suppose we will have to see if we can reach a compromise then...“ He looked at me with mock thoughtfulness. “If you answer a few questions of mine, I could perhaps be prevailed upon to descend by my own will...”
Well, it could hardly hurt, I supposed. “I am listening.”
“Good. Now, I have a difficult time comprehending that a young man as... resourceful as yourself, would go to all this trouble to keep me locked up here, merely as a form of entertainment... I cannot help thinking that there must be some other reasoning behind it. Would you kindly care to elaborate upon the subject?”
I shrugged. “Young? Should I be flattered? Either way, I do have ulterior motives to keeping you here, other than the enjoyment I get out of it...” I proceeded to tell him what that purpose is, though he could not shut up and kept bringing up the subject of his own supposed charm while I spoke.
He copied my shrug. ”Oh, if my purpose was to flatter you, believe me, I would try to make more of an effort.... ”
I snorted. ”Excuse me for doubting your capabilities in that area.”
He smiled amiably down at me. ”You're excused!”
I snorted again. ”So far your charm can fit into a very small spot…”
”Well, you have not exactly seen me on one of my best days, unfortunately…”
”I am not sure I would say that is bad fortune…” I retorted.
He smiled and shrugged. ”Allow me to believe that you are missing something good.”
I smirked. ”I am not easily charmed…”
The end of the conversation about his purpose prompted another question from him as he touched the wound on his shoulder. “What... exactly did you do to me...?”
I grinned. “Ah yes... I turned you... Basically, I made you what I am.”
“...What you are... A beast out of vulgar story books, of cheap movies... The thing that walks among us, feasting on living blood...?” He gave me a condescending smile. “Forgive me if that whole concept seems quite alien and arcane to me...”
I raised an eyebrow. “Such fancy words for such a young mind. You are forgiven... Here I was thinking it had sunk in yesterday.” I gave him a disappointed look.
He kept smiling, raising an eyebrow. “My mind may be young, but youth is no excuse for ignorance... Neither is old age, though it may hide in a child’s body. Oh, do not worry. I am quite aware that something about my physical circumstances has changed. Though I have yet to experience any sort of phobia related to religious imagery, mirrors and silver... Or is that werewolves...?” He laughed.
“Am I suppose to take that as a hint? Yes, you broke free I see...” I snorted, “promising... I wasn't sure you would be able to yet, but I am glad. Just watch out for wooden objects and such... Some of the legends do hold true...” It took me a split second and I was up the stairs, standing behind him, running a nail down his neck. “And now, I would like it if you would come down.”
I felt him tense up for a moment, then he shrugged.
“You could just have asked me nicely. As for hints... Who am I to tell you how to interpret a very obvious sentence...?”
I narrowed my eyes.
“And what part of me do you find ignorant?” I sat back. “I did. You took too long”
“Ignorant is such a strong word, isn't it... I suppose it is not quite fitting to cover your deficiencies. Rash and careless would be more appropriate, until I think of more suitable ones. For someone supposedly quite old, you do not really possess a lot of patience... I just thought we might engage in a somewhat civilised conversation, before you get on to whatever it is you find amusing...”
I gave him a flat, rather un-amused look.
“I am careful where it counts. I don't see any point in this whole ordeal where I have been neither careless nor rash,” I smirked, leaning forward. “From where I am sitting, you are just stalling, knowing what is coming to you.”
He let out a rather joyless laugh. “I suppose you just have not seen fit to show me where it counts... How am I to know what goes on in that insane cerebral mass of yours...? From where you are sitting... the view might not be very good... Here, let me help you!” He pulled a stiletto knife out of wherever he had it hidden, cutting into me. I growled in rage as he proceeded to jump down, and pulled out the knife before following him, getting in front of him as he reached the bottom of the stairs. “Tell me, exactly what were you trying to accomplish?”
He smiled, standing in a defensive posture.
“Just stalling, as you said! If it costs you a little bit of pain, then it is worth it...”
I backhanded him, sending him flying backwards.
“You are getting a bit too bold already”
He sat up and ran his fingers tenderly over his cheek. “I believe that it is a quality I have long possessed...” He got up.
“I have no doubt... it will most likely have to change though...” I smirked. “At least outwardly. Be glad you started out with an older vampire. That should make it easier to deal with the younger and less strong”
He smiled.
“Thank you, I shall take that into consideration. Now, did you say you had brought something for me to wash my hair with...?”
I rolled my eyes and turned to go get the shampoo and threw it at him before pointing at the desk.
“The sink is there...”
“Thank you, most kind of you.” He proceeded to wash his hair as I sat down in the chair, following him with my eyes as he finished up, arranging his hair in his usual fashion. “Much better. One's exterior should always reflect one's interior.” He eyed me “I see you live by that rule also...”
“Might want to clean the rest of you now you are at it,” I handed him a piece of cloth. “No soap, but at least there is water.” I raised an eyebrow. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, only that the whole homeless look you've got going it very befitting... But though I am honoured that you've tried to incorporate a part of my style into it, that jacket does clash terribly with the rest. Do take care of it, it is of very good quality, I doubt you've ever worn anything as expensive.” He finished up.
“Charming, really...” I looked the jacket over. “I think it quite nifty actually, don't you?” I smirked. “And I would not be so sure.”
He looked displeased for a brief moment before going back to looking friendly.
“I don't suppose you've got any shirts stocked somewhere? Preferably cotton of a good quality?”
I snorted, moving over to run a hand down his chest.
“You won't need it... As s matter of fact, I would be afraid to ruin that one as well.”
He drew back. “See, I told you that you're careless.”
I smirked up at him.
“What part of this is careless?”
“The part where you ruin perfectly good shirts certainly is. There really is no need to. I've never seen the appeal of common wanton destruction.”
I smiled at him sweetly as I moved my head down to nip at his skin, drawing small cuts with my teeth.
“And that is the reason I am not going to give you one now~”
He tensed, but didn’t move. “And what, may I ask, is the purpose of your present activity?”
I looked up at him.
“Why, I am enjoying myself, of course~”
He sent me yet another condescending smile. “Really, the plebeians have such quaint ways of enjoying themselves...”
I bit into him harder. “I used to be a bit like you, you know,” I bit him again. “I got over it~”
He seemed to clench his jaws. “That's a pity... And if you're even in the vicinity of the truth with that statement, it's very sad indeed that you have ended up like this.”
I smirked, though strained.
“I got kicked down from my pedestal... I am beginning to think that might have to be surgically removed from your arse though... Luckily, we have the tools for such activities~”
His smile seemed to become slightly twisted.
“You really are very base and crude, aren't you... And here I thought... vampires were supposed to be refined creatures, if a bit on the overly dramatic side...”
I sneered. “I follow time more than most... It seems I do not have a choice most of the time.”
He cocked his head at me, controlling the pain.
“And here I thought you insisted upon being the type that takes orders from no one... But I suppose someone is pulling your strings after all, little puppet...”
I growled, slashing him across the chest with my nails.
“Bitch... I take orders from no one! I fit in because society does not take 'kids' walking around dressed as adults seriously,” I sneered and pulled back, walking towards the other end of the desk, opening a drawer. To my satisfaction he hissed, moving a hand up to the wound.
“...sounds like... a touchy subject...” He laughed.
I replied with sarcasm. “You might be onto something there, well done~”
“I have... always been a people person...” I heard malice in his voice.
“A shame I am not a person then,” I hissed.
His smile widened. “Oh, that is the truth, if ever I heard!”
“And now, you aren't one either~” I pulled a 19th century syringe out of the drawer, feeling no small amount of pride at that. His smile faded.
“...a man is what he makes of himself...”
I grinned at him as I walked back towards him.“You are quite mistaken. You are not a man... You are, what I make you to be.”
“Whatever deranged plans you have, I will not allow them to corrupt me... No matter what.” He eyed the syringe with suspicion and I grabbed his arm, sinking the needle into it.
I smirked at him. “Corrupt you? You strange little psychotic boy, I do not think that is possible~”
His shoulder moved upwards in response to the pain. “...very presumptuous of you, to use such words...”
I smirked. “Or maybe I am just a little bit more in touch with reality~”
“...what the hell did you inject into my arm??” He must have begun feeling a certain limpness in it by then. Soon he would discover that the nerves were still quite alert.
“You will find out soon enough.” I threw him back into the chair and started taping him to it again, leaving the arm free. “And don't bother trying to escape, this is just to make you stay still.”
He bared his teeth, squirming in the seat. “...just one more of your inane little games, isn't it...”
I moved to get a knife and a 20x10 box from the table.
“Hmm, yes, I suppose so~”
He looked determined. “It won't accomplish anything...”
I smirked. “Next you will be telling me you believe in Santa Claus~ It will accomplish me getting a happy.”
He gave me a rather scornful expression. “Don't be absurd.”
I smirked.
“Who is being absurd?” I sat down on my knees, grabbing a hold of Christian’s arm and the blade, cutting a rather deep line down the underside of it, making him hiss. I started humming as I let go of his arm, leaving it dangling over the armrest while opening the box, pulling out a rather long and rather sharp needle.
I noticed that he tried in vain to make his arm obey his commands. “...what are you...”
I gave him a sweet smile.
“Oh, don't worry... I wanted to be a doctor growing up and has since looked into the subject over the ages~ Quite fascinating really.”
He sneered. “Oh, so I'm a test subject now...? It would be preferable if you would make up your mind...”
“You shouldn't sell yourself short, I have every confidence that you can be everything I want you to~” He gave me a sort of contemplative expression. “...to you... I am nothing at all... And neither do I wish to be!”
I grinned at him while threading the needle.
“Hmm, no, I suppose you wouldn't want that~ I would have to treat you nice if you mattered… I suppose this is a nice time to kick in the note that no, contrary to apparent popular theories with 'some people', I am not doing this because I am in love with you~”
He snarled. “The mere thought is vile!”
“Oh, I am sure you don't mean that,” I casually started sewing him up. “I am not that bad looking, am I?” His head fell backwards as he closed his eyes, groaning each time the needle pierced the skin.
“...you're... loathsome...”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh really? How so?”
He looked down at me through nearly closed eyes. “...I hardly need to describe your foulness further... But I will do so if you insist...”
I gave him a slight smile. “Do tell~”
He growled.
“...you've no regard for propriety, for honour, for dignity... You let your filthy animal desires govern you... Your only purpose in life seems to be to debase others in order to convince yourself that you hold any value at all...!”
I raised an eyebrow at him as I finished up my work on his arm.
“Ouch. This is all very strange considering who is speaking~ Your sense of propriety, dignity and honour is rather warped... Debase others... Yeah, you might have a point.”
“Your estimation of me is of no importance... I am not about to listen to the uneducated opinions of a beast such as yourself...” He looked down at his arm, probably concerned about scarring. So vain.
I snorted. “For all your so-called education, you are really stupid, aren't you~ … now, I think you need a reward of sorts, being all good and stuff.” I crawled into his lap.
“...get off me right now!!”
“Or you will what? Stare me to death?” I put an arm around his neck, loving his reaction. “You need to learn to pay attention to what your body wants.”
“...remove your... unclean... hands from me...” He seemed to be getting weaker. Well, he had lost some blood through the cut, I suppose. I nipped at his bottom lip.
“Unclean huh? Maybe I should just deprive you of what you really want.”
“...what do... you... know... of what I... want...!?” He moved his head, attempting to avoid me.
I smirked at him. “Because you and I are the same now... The question is how long can you hold~”
“We'll never be the same!!” He growled at me.
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh no, you keep telling yourself that, pretty one~” He made a frustrated noise as I leaned in to nip at his ear. “Give in~”
“I have... no desire to!”
“Well, obviously denial really is a river in Egypt,” I kissed him with mock affection. “C'mon, how hard can it be?”
“...what... is it that you want from me??”
“It is not what I want from you as much as what you want from me~” I settled more firmly into his lap, grinning as he squirmed to get away.
“...all I want from you is... seeing you humiliated and degraded…” He seemed to realize something at that point. “... right... It is the blood... isn't it... So... tainted.”
I smirked broadly. “Good boy, you are getting it now~ So what are you waiting for?”
He bit his lip before leaning forward, brushing his lips over my skin, then bit down, hard, making me hiss.
“Good... So good,” I groaned, waiting, feeling to see how long it would take before I would have to pull back. I sat for a moment before grinning, moving a hand up around his back, pulling him more firmly to me as he continued, even licking at the wound before I pulled back, forcefully pushing him back as well. “Enough.”
He looked into my eyes, seemingly searching for discomfort on my part, licking his lips. I snorted as I moved in to lick the remaining blood from said lips. “Was it good for you too?”
He snarled. “...It was... necessary...”
I smirked. “Oh yes, that was all, you did not enjoy this at all~”
He looked away, moving his head sideways. “It is... something which I have no control over... Something you have forced on me...”
“Oh yes, I got it under my spell alright~” I snorted.
“In all... circumstances... I did as you wished... Would it be too much to ask for, to enquire whether you could move your abnormal self away from me?”
I raised an eyebrow, thrusting my hips against his and proceeded to move a hand behind him, grabbing his butt, digging my nails into the cheeks to force him closer while I leaned in to rest my lips against his ear.
“What was that? I didn't quite catch that~”
He groaned and hissed his reply. “...get... off... me...!!”
“Get off..?” I reached in between us, grabbing at myself, groaning and tilting my head back. “As you wish~”
“What the hell?? That's... that's depraved! Stop that right now...!”
I tilted my head down at him, groaning exaggeratedly as I continued. “What, wanna join?”
He looked at me with utter disgust. “Don't be ridiculous!”
“Said the rapist to the whore~” I licked my lips while reaching out to run a nail down the front of his pants, making him moan, though enraged.
“So, if you are good, you get to decide what you want~” I grinned as silence greeted me, moving a hand to open his pants. “How hard can it be?”
He looked down at himself.
“Yes, crotch. If looking at that can get you to make a decision, then by all means~” I continued to unzip my own.
He looked away, seemingly troubled. “How... how can this continue to amuse you...? You really must have primitive tastes...!”
“Don't be so hard on yourself, you are not that primitive~” I tilted my head back at the touch.
He shouted at me, sounding almost frustrated. “Why...!? Why do you persist!?”
I leaned in to lick his lips. “Because you are being all funny about it… and because I want you to say it.”
He moved his face closer to mine, suddenly biting into my lip, making me hiss, though it soon became moaning as I moved my hand up and dug my nails into his chin, jerking him back. “At least as things are now, your rapist is rather pretty, don't give yourself stuff for nightmares by scaring me badly enough that I won't regenerate before I release you~”
He grimaced and snarled. “Whatever happens to your physical appearance, it would never change the twisted mind within!”
“Likewise, lover~ Two peas in a pod and what not...” I moaned as I started drawing patterns over his body with the needle, enjoying the sound of his groans.
He bared his teeth, as he squirmed to avoid the needle. “I've told you repeatedly; never compare yourself to me...! Even if you live twice as long as you already have, you will never be on the same level as me...”
I bit hard into his nipple. “You are an arrogant little brat with a superiority complex so large I am surprised you can fit through normal doors… You see yourself as something superior when in reality, you are probably one of the most pathetic people I ever encountered, and what is worse, you have your head so far up your own arse you don't even see it. We can talk when you have been out trying to live like you are now...”
He smiled. “Your preposterous claims are of no importance. I'm not the one jerking myself off on a strangers lap, because my little lover left me...! That sounds quite pathetic to my ears...”
I sneered.
“No, but you are forgetting why you are here as well. Because you are nothing but a ridiculous stalker obsessed with a person who wouldn't touch you with a BBQ fork had you ever actually given him the choice.” I smirked and leaned in to lick at his lips. “I hope it will be a joy for you to know that when I start burning you with cigarettes, it will be his~”
“Don't pretend you have the slightest idea what you're talking about!” He sneered.
I rolled my eyes.
“Oh please, at this point he would rather fuck me than you and I creep him out~” I started nipping at his neck, jerking my hand faster. His left hand flew to my throat, pulling me closer as well as neatly displaying the speed he had gained, despite the fact that he was in a rather weakened state.
“I told you... If you even as much as touch him, you're dead... I don't care how much stronger than me you are, I will find a way!” He pushed me back. I recovered for a moment wondering about the speed of his arm, apparently nearly recovered from the sedative.
I found my smirk. “You just don't get it, do you~ You are beneath me... You will always be beneath me. Some day you will know to respect your elders but until then, I suppose I will have to bear with it, know though, that there is nothing you could ever do to harm me.”
He glared at me. “...Don't be so sure...”
I gave him a sour look.
“Don't even go there... What I will make you succumb to here will seem like a mere picnic compared to what I would do to you if...”
He smirked. “Somehow all I hear is empty threats...”
I moved a hand up to the back of his head.
“I could snap your neck like a toothpick and parade up to your parents with your corpse and no one would ever be able to do anything to me, do not threaten me.”
He seemed unsure for a moment, though quickly regained his smile.
“Perhaps you could... I don't think you will though... Or you would have given up already.”
“What keeps me from doing it is the utter humiliation that is far worse than any death I can give you, that you still have in store, and will have to live through for the next 50-100 years~” I grinned, “and I want you to be alive to see when your precious finds someone else.”
The smile disappeared from his lips, eyes becoming slits.
“...despicable.” He grabbed my wrist with his free hand. “I see the warped sort of sense that you derive from your little plan... But a lot might happen during those decades... Many things may change. And some things I will not allow to change.”
I blinked and cracked a grin. “Pfft, you know the rest of us will get older in those decades as well.”
“...if you're still around...” He gave me a sullen look.
“I lived this long. I have actually been around for a while”
He snorted. “Yes, I'd believe that you've been around...! What was it you called yourself...? A whore...? Granted, our acquaintance has been very short so far, and I hope it will be very brief indeed, but from what I've seen so far, whore is entirely an appropriate word for you...”
I growled and grabbed a hold of his neck, pulling him closer. “Oh, don't you worry... You are never getting rid of me... And I would be careful if I was you, because if you continue, I am going to hit you where it hurts... Two blocks away from here.”
He matched the growl for a moment, then seemed to relax and eventually started laughing, making me raise an eyebrow at him.
“What?”
“...just that... perhaps we do... have something in common after all...”
“Oh really, and what is that?”
“A... shall we say, soft spot... which is not to be found on our bodies...”
“... I suppose so...” I frowned. The silence went on for a bit after that before I finally broke it, grinning at him. “So, give in yet?”
“...honestly... Does anything else go on in that head of yours?”
I smirked at him. “Rarely I am afraid~ Especially these days”
“I've never before heard that old age could affect a person in such a way... Perhaps it is some odd strain of senility.”
I gave him a flat look. “It has been theorized that it is because I am trapped in a 15-16 year old body.”
He laughed, seemingly sincerely this time.
“Yes...! I suppose that could be considered a bit of a curse...”
“It sucks. I live.” I looked down at myself.
He followed my eyes. “I'd be more concerned with the approaching sunrise right now, than any urges of the body, if I was you... It cannot be far away.”
I closed my eyes and smelled the air. “You are right...”
He gave me a rather self-satisfied look.
“Well, then it must be time for you to get going, we can't risk that the sun should rob me of my revenge now, can we...?”
I smirked. “No, I suppose not.” I made a whining sound. “S' just really mean…”
He glared at me, the smile remaining though. You would think he was painted that way.
“A bit of self-control now and again can be a good thing...”
I gave him a sour expression, before grinning as I zipped up and moved back, placing myself between Christian’s legs, zipping him up as well. He glared at me.
“Problems up there? m' not going to do anything”
He gave me a bit of a bitter smile. “Well, you are quite full of little surprises, aren't you...”
“What is with the bitter undertone, I am being all nice here”
He cocked his head.
“You really are trying your best to be nice, I must give you that...”
I blinked up at him, then shook my head as I moved back, getting up and grabbing the jacket and pulling it over my shoulders.
“So am I to expect a visit from you again tonight...?”
I smirked. “I barely left and already you are looking forward to seeing me again, how flattering~”
He gave me a brilliant smile, one I am sure would blind in sunlight.
“Oh, I just quite like to be prepared for any possible visitors. I wouldn't want anyone to not feel welcome.”
I snorted and turned to the table, grabbed handcuffs and chains and proceeded to lock Christian to the chair. “I did not realize you were expecting visitors.” I walked to the door, opening it while he kept smiling at me.
“As I said, in the company of such a delightful... person... such as yourself, one never really knows what to expect!”
I smirked. “You somehow seem upset?” I turned to look back at him and his still smiling face.
“Oh no, everything is in order. Don't you worry your little head!”
My smile widened a few fractions. “Well, if you say so~” I turned to leave again.
He spoke again. “You be sure to sleep well and cast aside any worry over missing lovers now! It probably wouldn't make for a restful sleep if you couldn't stop thinking about such painful subjects.”
I froze for a split second before turning my head matching his still present smile.
“Oh, you too and should any urges come up, just try to think of something else... My next visit for example~” I moved out of the door, as he once again countered.
“Oh, as always I shall be most interestedly anticipating it!”
I stuck my head back in.
“Oh, I am so happy to hear that, you should know what is in store too~” I pulled back, letting the door slam shut and hoped that I would not be able to hear it if he had a comeback.

Becoming

Sat, 16 Jun 2007 03:09:15 GMT

I returned shortly after sunset the next day, bringing stuff to clean Christian up with, namely a bucket of water, cloths and soap, along with a lamp. I was feeling rather annoyed at having apparently forgotten all about humans and their hygiene needs, in the last year or so, of not having been in contact with them at this level. The sight that greeted me as I entered the silo, brightened my day considerably though. I moved in, set up the lamp and lit it, before I turned to look at him fully.
“Such a pretty sight~” His hair had fallen in front of his eyes and he looked confused to say the least. I shuffled with the bucket of water, wondering if I could get water from Joss in the future, rather than bringing it all the way from home, which is a bit of a hassle, as I bent down and started to clean his wounds.
“Wouldn’t want you to smell,” I offered as explanation. Or for the wounds to get infected. He sneered at me, trying to get used to the light, as I continued my work in cleaning his wounds.
“...you're... back...” he finally rasped out, making me raise an eyebrow at him.
“Your ability to state the obvious is uncanny,” considering the fact that I had been there for the last ten minutes. I finished up, throwing the remains of his shirt into the bucket and pushing it to the side for a moment, before I finally zipped his pants back up.
“So, did you have fun?” I asked, moving away again. I could just barely make out the growl aimed at me from under his strained breath.
“...what... do you think??”
I cocked my head at him.
“Don't be like that, I even left you with a toy~” I returned to sit in his lap, placing an arm around his back as I leaned in to nip at his lips. I heard him groaning in exasperation and proceeding to sneer at me, as I mumbled “want a sip?“ I did not wait for a reply before biting into my wrist, tearing the almost healed wound, before placing the wrist against Christian’s lips. He paused, though it didn’t take long for him to bite in, glaring at me angrily as he did so.
“Good boy.” I watched him for a few moments before sliding a collar around his neck, making him tense up and try to move away.

“...what...??”
I smirked.
“We are taking a walk, little human~”
I pulled away from him, fastening a chain to the collar.
“...What... the hell do you think you're doing...? You... you can't do this to me...!!”
I gave him a flat look.
“And why in the world not?”
“It's... it's unworthy!” he replied, somewhere in between disbelief and panic. I looked at him blankly.
“Yes?”
“You.. you cannot be serious!”
I smiled at him brightly.
“Of course I can.” I loosened the tape tying him to the chair, instead tying his hands together. “Watch me,” I pulled at the leash, hard enough to pull him out of the chair where he proceeded to stumble and fall to his knees. I looked at him in annoyance. So weak...
“Get up” I pulled at the chain. He got up.
“Don’t... Give me orders!”
“You are in no position to give me orders either, though,” I pulled him along. “Careful~ I might just find it fun to take a detour around your precious Joscelin's factory~”
No reply, but I got an angry look as I looked back at him.
“Don’t doubt that I would... Whether he knows what I am doing to you or not makes no difference.” I opened the door and dragged him outside. He paused there, I am not sure why, but I pulled at the chain, prompting him to snarl at me as I made sure he knew that I minded the wait.
“Good boy,” I smirked and continued to drag him off,“bare your fangs all you want, I'll even aid you in getting you a sharper set, but it won't help.”
He didn’t reply, merely limped after me as I dragged him to the edge of the harbour, chaining him to one of the anchor rings. “Now, do whatever it is you humans do to get rid of your... garbage, and I'll go get rid of the water I cleaned you with~”
I started walking back to the building I keep him in. “Try to run, and you will be sorry~”
“And how am I supposed to do that, even if I could get myself to do such a thing, when my hands are tied up??”
I blinked and swallowed a grin as I turned to look him over. “Sorry, my mistake.”
I walked back to pull his pants down for him. “I suppose you can use one of the cloths to clean yourself afterwards, I'll be right back~”
I returned moments later with the bucket, looking him over rather sceptically. “Are you done?” He looked straight ahead, his tone hard and indignant as he replied.
“It is impossible.”
I smirked again, finding the entire situation rather funny.
“So, you couldn't handle it without your hands or you are just that much of a perv, wanting me to watch~?”
He narrowed his eyes, obviously fighting to contain his anger.
“It... can't be done without hands...! Obviously!”
“Obviously,” I concurred and moved to untie his hands. “Fine, fine.” I pulled back again, grabbing the bucket and emptying the dirty water into the harbour, along with the shirt. I heard him do his business before I turned back around to throw him a dry cloth. “Clean yourself.”
I watched him as he did, his eyes landing on the chain, looking at it with calculating eyes.
“Don't even think about it, it is more likely to get you killed, or worse, more humiliated~”
I crouched down, watching him as he pulled up his pants before getting up again after he seemed done.
“Well, this was fun, lets do that again next time.” I went back over to untie the chain, not bothering to tie Christian’s hands back together. He stayed in the same spot, making me pull at the chain, smiling back at him as I started walking back towards my hideout again. I suddenly felt him yanking at the chain, managing to pull it out of my hands, going for my throat, obviously trying to get me in a grip I would not be able to get out of, had I been a mere human. I sighed, as I dodged the attempt, moving behind him faster than his eyes could probably follow, kicking his feet away from under him and giving his back a push.
“Why won’t you learn?” I sat down on his rear as he tried to get back up. “Lemme tell you something, and listen. I am old... Very, very old. That basically means that no matter what happens, no matter how much you become what I am, you will never be at the same level as me.” I grabbed a fistful of his hair, forcing his head back. “I am the top of the food chain in this, and you are barely in the food chain at this point.” I removed myself and proceeded to lift him up by the hair, making him bare his teeth at me.
“What... are... You're not human!”
“No shit... As for what? Take a wild guess” I snorted as I continued to drag him into the nearest lamplight, smiling at him brightly, widening my eyes for him to be able to see the colour clearly, even though I wonder if he was even able to distinguish colour at that point. He looked into my eyes though, almost entranced before shifting his eyes to my mouth, which prompted him to start breathing rapidly. I proceeded to kiss him, running my fangs over his lips.
“So cute when confused, little human~”
I dragged him back out of the lamplight and started pulling him towards the hideout again, where I kicked the door open and threw him in.
“So... what to do with you now~ I didn't particularly like your little rebellion thing out there, so a form of punishment is in order I think...”
He raised himself slowly up on one arm, finally speaking.
“...a... vampire...?”
I smirked at him.
“Bright one, aren't ya~” I moved down to sit on the floor next to him. “Now, what should I do with you~” I pushed him over and slid down to start fidgeting with his pants, for the moment just to get a reaction. “See, I was actually planning on saving this for a few days, but I think you earned it now...” He tried to move away, unsuccessfully, making me roll my eyes. “Don’t be such a baby, you have tried this before, haven't you.. This time, the roles are merely reversed.” He bared his teeth again, trying to push me off. I shook my head, barely feeling it. “Don't fight, you'll only use up strength you don't really have.” I moved down to sit on his legs, starting to pull down his pants.
“Get away from me, you... monstrosity!”
I blinked at him.
“Monstrosity?” I looked down at myself before looking back up at Christian. “Am I to take that as you not thinking I am pretty?”
“I said, get away!”
“I don't think so,” I flipped him over, pulling his pants and undergarment down and completely off.
“What... do you think you're doing?! Don't you dare... touch me, you little degenerate,” he squirmed, trying to get away, prompting me to slap the back of his head, smacking his face into the floor.
“Smarten up. You are not getting away... And don't call me weird things.”
He made a rather inarticulate sound before raising his head and looking at me out of the corner of his eyes.
“...get... off me...”
I rolled my eyes.
“Or you will what? Stare me to death?” I looked down at him, moving my fingers down between his cheeks. “So, with or without preparation~?” My only reply was a widening of his eyes and his breathing continuing to come in rather short. I cocked my head at him.
“Well, if you refuse to choose,” I shrugged and moved my fingers to my lips, sucking along at them and their long, sharp nails, before moving my hand down, pushing one finger into him. “You know, for some reason, I always liked this part.”
He arched his back, howling and gasping at that.
“...stop...! ...why... why are you doing this?!”
I frowned.
“Don't be like that, we’ve barely begun~” I raised an eyebrow, slightly confused. “How can you even ask? Because it entertains me, obviously.”
He clenched his teeth, groaning.
“So the... only... reason... for you keeping... me here... is for... your entertainment??!”
I shrugged, curling the finger slightly.
“And if it is?”
“I'm... I'm not an object... for anyone’s... entertainment...”
I smiled.
“You are for mine... Like Joss was for yours, right~?”
He snarled.
“Don't... compare that... to this... and don't compare... yourself to me!!”
I smirked again.
“Oh I wouldn't dream of it~ What I am doing now, is equivalent to you playing with your food... What you did to Joss… You are insane, little human.”
He made a sound somewhere between an exclamation of pain and a growl.
“...you... call me... insane?? You're not... exactly the... picture of sanity... yourself...! Also... what is it... to you...what happened... between him and me?!” He grimaced and I chuckled in reply.
“Yes, but I am not human...” I casually inserted a second finger, making him almost scream, while shrugging at the question. “Nothing... merely drawing parallels.” I smirked at him. “Plus I kinda like your little Joss, wouldn't mind doing him at a point.”
He growled.
“If you... as much as... touch him... you're dead!!”
“I suppose we will see about that now, won't we~” I scissored my fingers. “Oh, that reminds me, you might want to not go near him again after this~”
I felt his muscles tense.
“...and why... in the world... wouldn't I...?”
“Because you would be killed... And then I would be killed... And even if you somehow manage to escape at first, I will kill you myself.” My only reply was sounds of frustration and pain and muttered insults in my direction. I merely smiled, inserting a third finger, curling all three of them, aiming for his prostate, making him scream. I smirked and licked my lips.
“Now that is more like it,” I said as I continued to prepare him.
“This is... pure... depravity...” He stared wide-eyed into the floor, making me grin.
“Now you know what it feels like,” I smirked. “Aren't you the lucky one~“
I pushed a hand in under his stomach, watching his eyes and mouth open in disbelief as he made a half strangled noise.
“...what do you... Don't...!”
“Don't, what exactly?”
He squirmed again.
“...don't... do that... Let go! What, are you completely... debauched... and barbaric...??”
“What do you mean? Here I am merely trying to make you feel good,” I replied with an exaggeratedly hurt voice, stroking him again.
“You're.. doing no... such thing...”
I merely continue.
“How rude... Especially when you are starting to like it~”
He bit his lip.
“So... primitive...”
I shrugged.
“Hopefully that was a reference to yourself and to that I can only say, you are human, and after I am done with you, it is only likely to get worse~”
He growled.
“Why... would I say... such a thing... about myself... when you're clearly... the savage here...?”
“I am just a little more in touch with my instincts, meanwhile, I actually care that the person I am with feels good, I somehow doubt that you ever bothered~”
He merely raised his head, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. I smirked, continuing to stroke him.
“And you are feeling good now, aren't you, Christian~”
He made a frustrated noise, clearly not appreciating the fact that his body was giving him away.
“Well, if you really don't want to feel good, let me help you.” I pulled my hand back and removed my fingers as well, grinning at the sigh of relief he made as I moved up behind him, the pressure being the only warning before I entered him. For a moment, silence ruled, before the scream erupted, once again echoing off of the walls. I smirked, closing my eyes and enjoyed the sound as I leaned in over him, nipping at his back before taking the first thrust, waiting before lubrication in the form of blood started making the whole thing a lot easier.
“...no...! this can't be happening...”
I paused for a moment
“And why is that?” I moved a hand in under him.
“...no... not to... me...”
I gave him a curious look
“Why not?”
He groaned, closing his eyes as I stroked him again.
“It's... not right...”
“Not right?” I thrust into him again, making him moan.
“I... I can't...!”
I licked and nipped between his shoulder blades.
“You can’t what?”
He moved his body back against mine in acknowledgment of enjoyment, obviously in spite of himself.
“...You... don't need to know...!”
I smirked, giving him a single hard thrust.
“That is where you are mistaken, you are positively 'dying' for me to know~”
“...No... This... this is... disgusting... how could this happen...” He snarled, wincing from the pain as he tried to look back at me. “It's all your fault...!”
I blinked at that.
“Well, yeah m' the one raping you and all, but I am not sure that is what you are talking about, so with the fear of sounding incredibly ignorant of your issues, what is my fault?”
“...Shut up!! You're... beyond loathsome...!”
“Still not really getting where you are going with this, please elaborate?”
He made a frustrated half-scream, swearing and breathing heavily.
“I demand that you stop this right now!!”
“I know you are going through some shit right now but you seem to be acting very... odd.” I continued. The sentence made him laugh.
“Odd! Odd indeed...” he gasped.
“Why indeed? You know, you are starting to freak me a bit now, and that is saying something.” I thrust into him harder.
“I'm... freaking... you out...? What, is the... hideous monster... so sensitive...?”
I leaned forward, shifting position to the point where it became possible for me to bite into his shoulder. I gnawed at the skin, effectively making the wound larger as I stopped moving.
“Now who is freaking?”
He didn’t answer, merely groaned. Hardly something to complain about. I leaned back again, continuing where I left off, making him moan again. I leaned up to lick at the wound I just made almost soothingly, making him moan before he pulled away.
“So... was that all you had?? Not much of an effort!”
I cocked my head in slight disbelief before shaking my head and smiling.
“Peculiar... But fine...” I thrust into him harder, using one hand to push him further down against the floor as I bit into him again, harder, tearing the skin while my free hand moved to bore my nails into the skin just above Christian’s crotch. He let out a strangled scream that soon after developed into a laugh, making me sneer.
“You tricked me, you little bastard...” I accused, biting harder and starting to drink. I continued for a while, my movements becoming more ragged. I felt him more then heard him sigh as he leaned back against me. A small giggling sound escaped my lips, feeling him moving back against me and at the same time becoming weaker. “Come for me...” I told him. I held back, waiting for him before he finally sighed and came, Joss’s name on his lips, making me snort, moving to nip at his ear mock-affectionately.
“Think about it ,'lover', would he ever actually take you like this?” I bit into his shoulder again, continuing the drinking, groaning as I came as well.
“What... makes you think I'd want... him to...?”
I smiled breathlessly.
“Well, that is just the thing, you are not with him, no matter how much you want to be... and you will never see him again... Especially not now.” I bit into his neck again, more thoroughly, relishing in the feeling of his life leaving him.
“You're wrong... I'm seeing him... right now... “
I snorted.
“Idiot... You are dying and delusional. You never managed to kill him so he is not there~”
“He... is always with me... I tried... to make him disappear... But now... I... see that... he will never leave me...” He tried to breathe, raspingly so. I shook my head.
“You are obsessed... He hates you.” I drank the last bit of him before turning him over, pushing him against me, placing his head against my shoulder. “You know what to do, drink...”
I felt his lips brush my skin, then his teeth, clumsily before biting in and starting to drink. I groaned, moving a hand up to thread through Christian’s hair, the other hitting the floor to steady myself. “Good boy,” I moaned, biting my lip before pushing Christian back. “I think that is enough.”
He looked up at me, eyes becoming clearer, malice evident in them.
“...I... disagree...” He smiled and I forcefully pushed him back.
“Luckily for my health, you don't have a say in this~” I nipped at his lips, smirking. He sneered at me.
“Cute, aren't you~” I grinned, running a hand through his hair before pulling back, leaving Christian to fall to the floor. He looked up at me, the smile melting away to make room for an expression made of slight wonder, confusion and even... fear? I grinned down at him.
“Rest in peace~”
I made a cross over my chest, before I turned to go get the gaffa tape. I hummed as I picked up the tape and moved back to him, grabbed one of his arms and started dragging him towards the chair, lifting him up to sit in it as much as was possible, his state taken into consideration, as I started strapping him to it again. He looked down at his arms, then up at me.
“Why... are you doing this... now...?”
“Now? Why I am strapping you down now, or why I am turning you now?”
“I... guess I mean... both...” His eyes hardened. “Ah... of course... The game itself... has not changed... only the rules...”
I smirked.
“See, now you are getting it. You will become slightly stronger, become able to endure more, but in the end, your little power-up won't matter in the least. And I am strapping you down because the sun is coming up soon and as much as I am loving your company I am not sure I love it enough to die for it~”
“You really are... one depraved little fiend, aren't you...?” He seemed to recover his smile at that point. “Well, you had better run along now... We wouldn't want the nasty sun to catch you unawares, would we now?” He sent me a rather friendly smile, though his eyes maintained a spiteful sheen.
“Hmm, fiend... I suppose. Depraved... I am missing my lover.” I shrugged a bit, turning to smile at him sweetly, though I am not sure I was able to hide the rather predatory edge. “I will need to teach you some things as well.” I picked up the bucket and walked to the door. “Lessons will start next time we meet.”
“I am looking forward to it in great anticipation!” Sarcasm if I ever heard it, followed by muttered swearing in my general direction, making me stop halfway out the door.
“I heard that~” I told him in a slight singing voice before exiting completely, letting the door close behind me.

Twisted~ Part 2

Fri, 15 Jun 2007 01:54:31 GMT

Moments later, I found myself outside the factory, looking down at Christian, poking him with my boot “Are you in there?”. He tried to move but didn't really succeed. Annoying, he could not be dead already. He made a cough-like sound and I smirked, bending down next to him, talking to him though I am rather sure he couldn’t hear me.

“Good... Now, les'see how to do this...” I proceeded to bite into his shoulder. He reacted by arching his back, showing that there was still at least that much life left in him. I bit harder, drinking from him for a few moments before drawing back, slicing my own wrist and moving it to his lips. “This should get you in a neat shape soon enough.” I sat back and waited, watching him... “So, you are supposedly a smart guy, right? So tell me, what is happening to you now?” My reply was moaning. “How disappointing." I grabbed him by the hair and started dragging him towards the hiding I had picked out a few weeks prior. He finally made some sort of response to the pain.

“...what's... going on...?!”

I snorted.

“What do you think?” I stopped outside the door, opening it before pushing the heavy thing open.

“What’re you... doing to me?” He looked up at me with apparent anger as I proceeded to drag him into the silo, throwing him on the floor.

“You don’t want to know” I told him, watching as he spat on the floor.

“... Blood... Why the hell...?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Ever believed in vampires?”

He looked up at me, seemingly more clearheaded already.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

I looked at him, grabbing gaffa tape from the table, then walked back over to look down at him.

“Do I look like I am kidding?” I lifted him up by one arm, shifting the grip to his throat as I got him to eye level. I then proceeded to place him in the large antique chair I had placed in the middle of the room and started tying him up with the gaffa tape. I looked him over as he groaned.

“You should feel better in the morning.” Maybe I should bring a lamp...

“You... can't do this! Release me, right this instant!”

Yak yak yak, how annoying. I backhanded him.

“Shut up. I already told you, I can do whatever I damn well feel like with you.”

It took him a few moments to regain his composure after that.

“Do you know who I am?! Do you know who my father is??”

Do I ever... I smirked at him in the dark, though I knew he couldn't see me.

“Yes, I know... That is one of the reasons it had to be you,” I snorted. “You'll know who I am soon enough as well, and that I killed my father”

“... You're one deranged little mongrel, aren't you...”

The panic I felt from him did little to soothe my rage. I growled, plunging my claws into his torso, pulling him forward as I bent down to whisper into his ear.

“... Don't call me that~”

“I will call you whatever I want, you little coward!” He gasped from the pain. “You've tied me up like this... What, are you not man enough to deal with me without doing so??”

I stayed silent as I moved to get a knife from the table and proceeded to climb into the chair, sitting myself down on his lap when I returned to him.

“Oh, I am the coward here~ You know, a true torturer knows every inch of what he gives... I merely think you should get acquainted with a little of what you gave~”

I leaned in to brush my lips over his, cutting into his arm with the knife. He growled in frustration.

“What the hell do you know?? You're just a disturbed little boy!”

“Idiot... I have likely lived longer than you could trace back your family tree...” I grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head back. “You are just not getting it, are you?” I leaned in to kiss him again, deepening it this time, sliding my tongue into his mouth. I felt him protest and I proceeded to bite into his tongue before pulling back, grabbing his bottom lip with one fang. He swore under his breath, swallowing the blood as he recovered in silence.

“...quite sharp little fangs you've got there, little dog...”

I growled and bit through his lip before pulling back completely.

“You are going to regret you were ever born by the time I am finished with you.”

He swallowed the blood again, breathing becoming panicked.

“No... You're going to regret that you ever even saw me...”

I chuckled.

“Don’t be ridiculous~” I grabbed a hold of my own wrist that I had previously let him drink from, opening the newly closed wound again, leading it up to Christian’s lips. He tried and failed to move away.

“What... the hell?!”

I pulled the knife up to his throat.

“Drink or I will scar you even more.”

He squinted, apparently trying to see me through the dark.

“...surely you cannot mean that you want me to... drink your blood...?”

I glared at him in annoyance, expecting his eyes to have gotten used to the dark so much that he could at least see that.

“Obviously I can.”

He made a disgusted grimace as he started breathing heavily again, presumably getting another pang from his injuries.

“And what mad reason do you have for that??”

I smirked.

“You should already now feel a form of urge... it would be unwise to fight it~”

“...urge...? I assure you... I feel no form of urges...”

I licked at my bloodied wrist, moving my head up to lick at Christian’s lips, leaving a trace of the thick liquid. He gasped, obviously trying to hold back, but in the end ran his tongue over his own lips. I smiled.

“See, told you so, you look content~”

He frowned.

“Content?? Hardly! It is no wonder that someone as contemptible as yourself has such wrong definitions of satisfaction.” He still seemed to have trouble breathing, but it was getting better. “Besides, you have no clue what I look like, it's completely dark in here!!”

Idiot...

“You do though~” I moved a hand down between his legs, “and I do see, I don't need light to be able to see... on the contrary in fact.”

“That's...” he gasped at the hand, “That's ludicrous! I suppose it's quite nonsensical to tell you something you must have become aware of by now, but you're completely insane!”

I snorted.

"Don't throw stones when you live in a house of glass~”

I started rubbing him through the fabric of his pants, smirking as I made him moan.

“What are you... What...”

“I am making sure you get as much humiliation out of this as possible.” I rubbed him a bit harder, making him bite his lip.

“Hmm, don't bite your lip. Wouldn't want you to cause any harm to yourself, you will have plenty of that later,” I told him while I started zipping down his pants, moving my hand into them.

“Stop that... That's repulsive.”

I snorted.

“Oh yes, I can feel you think so~”

He sneered.

“Get away from me, you freak!”

“Aww,” I made a pouting face at him, though I knew he couldn't see it. “Are you sure you really want me to stop?” I stopped the movement of my hand, making him groan.

“... Of course... I want you to... stop. I never say anything... that I don't mean.”

“A shame~”

I slid down from his lap, instead settling between his legs.

“Don't worry, I will stop in a moment, I just need to do something first.” I pulled him free of his pants and popped him into my mouth, nipping at the tip. He threw his head back, arching his back, apparently caught somewhere between trying to move away and trying to get closer.

“Ahhh... No... No! What are you... Don't!”

I smirked around him, making a sound in acknowledgment, letting him know I heard him but, as I continued, very obviously had no intentions of following his instructions, continuing without as much as a pause. I watched as he clenched his teeth.

“Stop... Stop!”

I stopped moving, though still keeping him in my mouth, looking at him expectantly, smirking around him as he made a frustrated sound.

“Aaargh... No, don't stop...”

I started again, continuing for a little while longer before drawing back completely. His eyes opened wide and he looked down at me angrily, teeth bared.

“...you little...”

I ran a hand up along his thigh, caressingly.

“Tell me, did you ever get him to come?” I continued to run my hand up his chest. Better get both sides of the story.

“What? Who...?”

I smirked.

“Idiot” I licked him again, “Joss, obviously.”

He moaned, closing his eyes again.

“That's... none of your business...”

“Did you even bother to check?” I nipped the inside of his thigh, a little harder than necessary.

“You probably couldn't~ Pathetically selfish and bad in bed, I bet~”

He growled.

“What the hell do you know...? How... how much did he tell?”

“Everything~” We stretched the truth a little, but that never hurt anyone. “I am just here to give you a chance to tell your side of this.” I licked him again. “And maybe I will let you come.”

He bit his lip again.

“I find it difficult to believe... that your purpose is to... ahh... hear anything I have to tell...”

“Call it boredom. You tell me what I want to know, and you get a reward of sorts, otherwise...” I nipped him, hard, making him flinch, “punishment~”

“Don't... do that! ... what... do you want to know...?”

“As I said, I want to know if you ever actually succeeded in getting him to come~” I licked the spot I just bit.

“He... has always been so... ridiculously stubborn... He would never acknowledge anything, be it pleasure or pain, just to taunt me. He forced me to do things to him that I really did not want to do. But I know... that hidden under all that coldness, all that playing with me... He really wanted me to do those things. I know he did...”

“Mhmm, like you want what I am doing to you now.” I bored my nails into the previous wounds. “Also, you are avoiding the question, shame on you,” I pulled back. “Though I suppose I can derive from this that no, you never got that.” Very interesting... He made a series of unintelligible noises.

“Shame... on me...? You're mistaken... You and him both... You're the ones who should be ashamed! Flaunting your unnaturalness!!”

I blinked. “My unnaturalness?”

“Yes! What the hell are you...? Surely nothing such as you should occur in nature, small and yet stronger than me, rude in language and behaviour, just a boy and yet you find your way around my privates like had you tried it a hundred times before... The world has no use for you!!” He sneered.

I found myself moving up to run my teeth down along his cheek.

“Don't for one second think I am alone, little human~ You know what I am, you are just not ready to admit it, it seems~ Or maybe you are just that stupid.” I felt him tense at the touch, and for a moment, I felt fear from him. I am hardly the unnatural one here. Not feeling fear for more than instances. Inhuman.

“...you're... you're mad, that's... what you are...”

“Madness is hardly a cause for your teeth to get a growth sprout... You'll get your own pair soon enough~”

“Surely... not... Hah! I must be going as mad as you are! Are you infected with rabies, do you think?”

I smirked.

“You will see soon enough~” I got up. “It'll be a little over 24 hours before I can return here,” I stroked him a few times, smiling down at him before letting go. “Maybe if you can keep that alive, you'll have something to play with to pass the time~”

He made a sound somewhere between frustration and annoyance.

“My parents will miss me soon! People will come looking for me! It's impossible for you to get away with this. Release me now, and I'll see what I can do for you. I'll get my father to talk to the police commissioner!”

I sneered at him in annoyance.

“What makes you think the police could do anything to me? And they will never find you. Scream all you want. If I was you, I would worry about my play-thing and leave me to deal with the rest~”

I moved over to put on Christian’s jacket, shrugging at the frustrated half-shout he sent in my direction.

“You can't just leave me here! I don't belong in a place like this...! I...” He swore again and I shrugged, again.

“Sucks to be you. Enjoy your solitude.” I moved towards the exit, opening the door, looking back at him, enjoying the rage I could practically feel directed at me.

“See you, lovely~” I smirked, letting myself out. This turned out to be a relatively good day.

Twisted~ Part 1

Fri, 15 Jun 2007 01:49:55 GMT

Obsession, I suppose, was the first word that came to mind as I moved up the staircase in silence, listening to the rant of the person standing in the middle of the room. Christian, I assume...
How weak... Pathetically human. I smirked to myself as I placed my back against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest as I listened in on the slightly one sided conversation from the other side of the wall. He continued on about how he had hurt the girls he had been with, because of him. Oh yes, that would be his fault, I can see that...

I sighed and continued listening in. It did not take overly long before something a bit more exiting happening, namely Christian wrestling Joss to the bed. I raised an eyebrow at the sudden outburst from the boy and moved my head forth from the wall to look, listening to him screaming at him to admit it. I was wondering what he wanted him to admit exactly, before he said his sexuality. I swallowed the snigger that threatened to break from my throat. I stood there, watching curiously to see if anything would make him stop on his own. When it became apparent that he would not though, I made a dramatically loud sigh and moved from behind the wall and into the room, chuckling loudly as I did, making sure my presence would be known, and true enough, he looked up, angry green eyes landing on me.

“Who the hell are you?? Get out now!” He yelled at me, to which I had to tell him how rude he was being and that I was fine where I was standing, thank you. He snarled, telling me that if I knew what was best for me I would leave. Stupid human, threatening me. I frowned.

“If you know what is best for you, you will let go so you don't kill him,” I eyed Joss to emphasize what I meant. He looked back and forth between us before telling me that what he did was none of my business. I shrugged and stepped away from the wall.
“Well actually, it is, for various reasons, see...”

This prompted him to get off the bed, pull his trousers back up, thank you, and starting to walk in my direction, asking me what my reasons might be. I told him that I have a friend of sorts, who cares for Joss and would most probably kill me if he found out I was here while Christian did whatever it was he was planning on doing, rape and kill him…?

“Well, now your friend will never find out you were here...” He told me, making me sneer as he attacked me.

“Don’t threaten me~” I told him, as I kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying backwards. He got up on one knee at the other side of the room, before standing up completely, seemingly baffled at having been hit, asking me how I did that. I took a few more steps towards him, grinning toothily.
"How. How is none of your concern really, and not high on the list of things you should worry about at the moment either,” I told him, watching him curiously as he took a defensive stance.

“Who are you??” He asked me, to which I smiled brightly at him.

“Daniel...” I told him, “that is really all you will ever need to know.”
He growled at me...

“Whoever you are, what happens here is no concern of yours, no matter what strange errands your acquaintance has sent you on!”
I growled back in agitation, informing him that I was not on any ‘errands’ for any ‘friend’, as I took a step closer, sneering at him.

“Then you truly have no reason to be here!” He told me, as he tried to hit me in the face. I ducked the attack effortlessly and hit him in the stomach again, once more sending him flying backwards, as I informed him that I had no more reason than he did, to which he glared at me and told me that no one had a better reason for being there than him... I sincerely hope that he didn’t actually believe that crap himself.

I shrugged.
“From where I was standing outside the room for most of the time, it just sounded like you were whining.”
He looked at me, seemingly taking offence, telling me that it is bad manners to listen in on other peoples conversations... Priceless really... I give him a flat look, eyeing Joss before replying.
“While it is obviously not bad manners to rape someone,” of course. His eyes went wide for a moment, apparently not having expected that, as he proceeded to tell me that it was none of my concern, as he had told me repeatedly. I gave him a bit of a sour look.
“Been over this before. No, it may not be my concern, but I am making it my business,” I told him as I moved closer to him, smirking as I watched him take a faltering step away from me.

“Don't you dare... talk to me in that way,” he told me. Arrogant bastard. I moved forward, making sure to break the boundaries of what is reasonably normal speed, as I grabbed a hold of him and leaned in to lick Joss’s blood off his face.

“I will say and do, whatever I damn well please with you,” I told him, before I let go of him none too gently. Much to my enjoyment he was clearly shocked, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“But... you're just a boy... How...?” he mumbled, before he turned and fled up the stairs, presumably to the roof, reminding me strangely of the horror movie cliché of people running up stairs when it would clearly be more beneficial to them to try to run down and out. Even if I was standing in his way.

I followed him up the stairs, slowly, making sure not to catch up to him before we were up there, leaving Joss to himself for the moment. Not like he was going to go anywhere. I sneered at his words, yelling after him. “Oh really, you think so?”
He looked around in the dark, obviously trying and failing to find an escape, as he turned around and told me not to come any closer. I silently moved to his left, standing next to him.
“Or you will what?” I asked, grinning as I moved a hand up to run though his hair, enjoying how it made him start and try to get away.

“Don’t touch me!” He told me, making me choke.

“Don't touch you? Please, how many times have others said that to you, what makes you think I give a damn that you don't like being touched?”
He slowly started to walk backwards, away from me, stuttering, asking me how I knew, though he provided the answer for himself without me having to tell him. Joss... I guessed there was no real harm in telling him this.
“Kid uses a journal... He doesn't know I read,” I smirked.

A frown.
“A public... journal? He's going to regret it most ardently...” Oh, this guy is funny. Whatever part of him still believed he would ever be able to make good of those threats?

I gave him another smirk.
“Oh really... Who would punish him, you? What makes you think you will ever get out of this alive?”
He looked at me as if he had been slapped in the face, telling me that it was incomprehensible. I never got to ask him exactly what he meant by this as he stumbled backwards over the parapet, and fell off the building. My eyes widened considerably at that, before I crouched down, looking over the edge of the building. Well shit... He seemed alive though. I got up and started to walk back. He wasn’t going anywhere for a while.

I entered Joss’s room a few moments later, moving to stand next to the bed, looking down at him.
“Hmm, look at you, all tied up and helpless... Poor Joss.~”
He tried to curl up, hide his vulnerability, though to no avail.

“You’re... That boy...”

I smirked.
“Oh you recognize me... I am honoured.” I sat down on the bed, watching as he tried to scoot away from me as much as possible, which was barely a few centimetres.

“Please... could you... release me...?”
I smirked, telling him that of course I could, before I moved in over him, one leg on either side of his, sliding in over him, grinning as he tensed up beneath me. Innocence. Enjoyable beyond compare. I moved a hand up over his body and shoulder, running into his hair.
“So tell me, did he ever ride you?” Might as well get some information here. My only reply though, was his futile squirming to try to get away from me. I cocked my head at him.
“Silent type, aren’t you,” not a question. I pulled back a bit, pulling Joss’s pants back up over his hips, zipping him up before moving down to lick his cheek, making him wince as he asked me why.
“Why what?” I asked, moving my hand up to play with the threads binding his arms to the bed.

“Why are you doing this?” He looked desperate, but also rather tired.

“Just looking out for my own interests... You will know soon enough, I am sure~” I told him as I started pulling at the knot at his right hand. “Just indulge me and answer the question~”
He turned his head away, telling me he didn’t know what I was talking about. Of course he did, but fine, if he wanted to play... I smirked and leaned down to nuzzle his ear with my nose before mumbling.
“I mean, did he ever let you fuck him~”
He winced, asking me to please stop. It was almost cute.
“Answer the question and I will let you go” I told him. The truth, depending on the answer, I might ask more. He looked troubled before telling me that he never did.
“A shame,” I told him, “that leads me to another question, did you ever actually get off?”

That got me an angry glare, how interesting...
“Stop. Stop it now. Please...”
I told him that really, I was just curious and that if he told me this, I would let him go... Most likely anyways. I ran a hand through his hair again, the touch bordering affectionate.
“No...! No, never...! How do you know?!” He told me with desperation in his voice.

I looked at him with disappointment.
“Such a shame... If you are telling me the truth”. I leaned down to kiss his forehead, also slightly disappointed that he had yet to figure out who I am.
“Remember those few anonymous posts you got?”
He looked angry now. Suits him~ He asked me if this was some sort of sick game to me... I cocked my head to the side.
“Well, if you wanna be all mean about it, I suppose you could call it that, meanwhile, I would just call it research...” Fitting, cling to that. He looked at me tiredly, telling me that if it is research I am doing, he would wish I would find myself another subject... I neglected to tell him that is one of the reasons for my being here... Instead I smirked at him, nuzzling his neck as I told him it would all be over soon, and finally loosening the garment around his wrists, freeing one arm before moving my hand to the next one, nails coming in handy as I cut the binds open.

I watched as he let his arms fall, dipping my head down to nip at Joss’s neck, before finally moving back from him.
“Hmm, thank you for the info.”
He drew back the instant I was off of him, drawing his knees to his chest while I got up. The ‘wait’ he uttered made me halt in surprise though, as I turned back to him.
“Yes?”
He asked me where he was.
“Do you really want to know?”
He told me that he needed to. Hardly surprising, I suppose.
“It is not enough that he won't be able to hurt you again?”
He looked up at me, asking me if I was sure. I smirked.
“Hmm, even if he returns, it is very unlikely that he will be able to harm you.”
His immediate reply was silent thoughtfulness, followed by the inquiry of him still being up there. He looked at me in confusion as I told him Elvis had left the building. Apparently not a popular culture fan, and I merely reassured him that he was gone.

“The fire escape...?” He asked, though he answered his own question. “A pity... that it did not choose tonight as the time it would break apart...”
Oh, so he does have some malice in there.
“Thank you... I guess,” was the next thing he told me. I smirked.

“No problem, I guess~” I looked at him thoughtfully before leaning down to kiss him. He drew back from me and I snorted as I leaned back again.
“Hmm, still wondering what is so exciting about you...” I looked him over “Kinda scrawny, not a particularly good kisser~”
I grinned and he covered his upper body with his hands, looking away from me before telling me that he would wish people would realize that there is nothing exiting about him.
“I suppose we will see~” I told him, looking at him and the way he was covering up.
“No confidence either.”
He turned his back to me, making me raise an eyebrow at that.
“Was that on purpose?”
He asked me what was on purpose, and I moved a hand forward to softly trace nails down his back.
“The pattern”
He winced, though talked, said it probably was, though that Christian never told him. I cannot imagine it not being on purpose. Such a symbol, that he would use that... How fitting... And rather flamboyant... I cocked my head at him.

“I am not going to hurt you.”
He looked at me over his shoulder, but didn't say anything. I ran a hand down his cheek for a moment contemplating how long I could actually leave him down there. He drew back from me again.
“Still looking for that thing that makes you so special... You don't seem softer than others either...” I told him, in case he was wondering. He looked away.

“...Why do you call me those things...?” Unexpected. I asked him what he was referring to.
“Words like... exciting... and... special... Who has ever given you reason to think that I am either...?”
I smirked at him, bending down to be at eye-level with him, letting him know that I could think of a few at least.
“Then... they are most likely mistaken...” he said, moving his head away again. I grinned and told him I suppose we will see about that, as I stood up straight again, turning to look around the room, locating the jacket I was sure I had seen earlier, putting it on before turning to look at him again.

“Hmm, you are pretty... It can't be that alone, can it?”
He snorted, telling me that people's perception of beauty is strange. I raised an eyebrow at that, not sure I agreed... At least not for the general population.
“What is it you think I find pretty about you?” I asked him. He answered that he had no idea, making me smirk again.
“Your body isn't doing it for me, if that is what you mean... Your prettiness lies in your face and if I may be so frank, your innocence.” I looked away from him, shuffling through the pockets of the jacket. Interesting.

“Innocence...? Well... I suppose that depends on how one defines that...”
I looked up at him again, grinning, eyes travelling over him as I told him what I saw. Someone used to being handled, but never really touched, or even kissed. He looked away from me. So expressive. I could get used to those reactions.

“I suppose you will see what that is like at a point... Get the more wiser... Or less innocent. If you are lucky that might just kill some of that horrible fatal attraction~”
He looked at me, sceptically.

“Strange... I've never done anything... Yet I seem... to attract unwanted attention... again and again. I wander blindly into the paths of madmen. Perhaps... there really is something about me... Something that proclaims me... a victim.”
Madmen... I chose not to comment, instead I just told him that I believe it is his demeanour. Experience weighs little compared to innocence.
“Then perhaps... I should not hide my strength... anymore...” he replied. I looked at him for a moment, contemplating this strength he claimed to have. I suppose he must have some, seeing as he is still alive in spite of what he has been through. I asked him about it anyways though.
“I... It is nothing which would matter to the likes of you... But I... I've gone through... a lot, some would say... I learned to handle it. I showed myself strong enough to deal with it. And I am still here... I am not as broken as I once thought. As he thought...”

“Showing that might not be a bad idea... Maybe stop flinching whenever people touch you,” I smirked at him. He told me that he can’t help it, and that he isn’t sure he wants to, while looking at me rather defensively. I bent down to be face to face with him again, wondering why I was even giving this advice... Possibly because the display of weakness of someone apparently strong, agitates me.
“It would keep people like me from seeing you as a challenge.”
He nodded, staring off into space.

“...people like you... Who... are you?”
I took a step forward, leaning a hand down to touch his cheek, saying that he would not believe me even if I told him so.
“Perhaps... I would not like to know, then...” He winced at the touch again, and I sighed as I drew my hand back. Disappointing, musing that it would take more than pure will to make him stop that, before answering him that no, he probably wouldn’t and besides, he didn’t believe in monsters. I turned to walk out the door as he replied.
“...no... I still don't... Though I suppose that I could not be blamed if I did.”
I smirked as I exited the room telling him no, he certainly couldn’t, though whether he heard it or not, I am not sure.

monsters

Sat, 05 May 2007 09:09:25 GMT

I found myself walking at the northern harbour a few days after the previous entry actually took place, and had a rather curious encounter.
He was coming towards me, this gangly looking guy. Weak, obviously malnutritioned so he would be of no interest as a snack. Still, bored as ever these days, I walked towards him rather then past him.
He stopped, and I continued onwards for a bit longer, stopping about a metre away from him. “Rather bold to be walking around outside at night” I started, expecting this to be amusing. I obviously startled him and found that I had to stop myself from smirking as he stepped back, hacking out an ‘Um... I...’
“Really, it could be dangerous~” I continued.
“Er... Thank you... for the warning... I think...” was his reply. He looked at me a bit curiously. Probably wondering what I was doing there... My appearance most likely having something to do with that, as always...
I pushed down the annoyance though and instead smiled at him “You are very welcome~ May I ask what you are doing here?” Not that I cared much, but it is a conversation starter, I suppose.
“I'm... just out walking... And... you?” Short and to the point. Not practiced in smalltalk it would seem. Or maybe one of those who believe it to be beneath them... Even if he didn't seem the type who likes much of anything beneath him.
I noded. “Isn't the harbor supposed to be private area though?” I asked, not entirely sure where I was going with this, but his expression proved worth the chit chat thing.
“It is... I am allowed to be here...” Are you now...
I smirked at him “Oh, you work here then?”
“... I guess you could say so...” he hesitated. I wonder what that is supposed to mean. Either way he tried to step past me, obviously not comfortable... What a shame~
“Hmm, for someone just out walking you are in an awful hurry, it seems~ But then again, as I mentioned it can be dangerous out at night...” So yes, run along home. He didn’t though, instead he stopped and looked at me.
“Then perhaps you'd better find another place to walk as well...” Never has the phrase ‘looks can be deceiving’ been more appropriate, or cliché for that matter. I circled him.
“How nice of you to worry~” Isn’t it just? “Don't, though, I am quite capable of taking care of myself... Are you?” His immediate reaction seems to be silence, then a deep inhalation through that stick of his, that humans seem so fond of that they volunteer to die over it, and then followed by more stammering.
I giggled. “I just mean, we have a full moon, imagine the deranged, practically inhuman creatures that could be out here at this time~”
“I... don't believe in monsters...” he told me. I love humans.
“Hmm, just because you can't see them, doesn't mean they aren't there.” Exept for the ones likely to stop you in the streets, and start talking to you out of pure boredom because apparently becoming a boogieman doesn’t necessarily mean you get rid of that. I gave him my best wide eyed look, and I took pleasure in the start that follows, though I am not entirely sure why exactly.
“I... guess so... But if you're right, then that is added reason for why neither of us should be out... At least I... know this place.” True. At least the bit about him knowing the place better then me.
I bit my lip thoughtfully though, deciding to lie to keep the conversation going. How bored can you get? “I have a hard time believing you would know it any better then I do?” He frowned at me.
“Do you... live near here...?” he asks me. He seems almost defensive about it, how peculiar. I cock my head at him in mock thought.
“Well, no, not exactly, but I do work here... Sort of. I tend to my hobbies out here” I fail at excuses and lies I suppose. It got a pretty nice reaction though.
“Hobbies...?” This followed by a look of slight... disbelief?
“Hmm, yes, I have a sort of... work shop, out here... I am an artiste of sort, I suppose you could say. Sculptures mostly” ...... and the lies go on.
“Oh... really...? That's... interesting.” He seems more suspicious then anything else but still, I choose to feign ignorance and instead cocked my head to the side in curiosity.
“Art interests you?”
“Yeah... At times...”

“Oh really... What kind?” This is getting to be a rather boring conversation. He took another drag before he answered me.
“...paintings... mostly...” Why am I not surprised. I eyed his cigarette, but kept my mouth shut for now.

“Really now... Ever exhibited?” There was an exhibition down here a little while ago, right? He burned his fingers on the cigarette stub and dropped it. Smooth and discreet I must say. Silence followed before he answered.
“I... have... Why do you ask?”
I shrugged. “Just curious really... I heard there was an exhibition out here recently~” He looked away. Again, very smooth...
“...really? I... wouldn't know...”
I feigned disappointment as well. “Oh I am sorry to hear that... Supposedly it was... an experience.” It was the exhibition you went to, was it not, Grae? Meanwhile, the bony guy narrowed his eyes at me.
“Well... It is... a pity... that we both missed it then...” ... Indeed...
“Ah yes, very... An... acquaintance of mine, went there... I was actually just on my way over there to check if it said anything about the exhibition still being open... (a lie if I ever heard one) Care to join me?” I gave him another innocent smile. One good thing about this body, I suppose...
I was slightly taken back by the ranting that prompted. “I'm sure your acquaintance must have given you the wrong directions, because there's nothing down that way." I was not the only liar there, I suppose.
“Oh really? I had heard it was pretty close to my workshop though” I bit my lip again, feigning interest.
“Where's your workshop?” Kinda forward, aren’t we... A bit annoying considering the fact that I had no idea where that was supposed to be as I didn’t actually have one.” I smirked in amusement though and pointed in the direction of the apparently abandoned silo near the dock to the right. He looked in the direction of where I am pointing.
“It's abandoned... At least I thought it was... Do you go there often?”
“I've... Been away for a while, but now I am back it seems. You know how it is, inspiration comes and goes~“ I circled him again and I enjoyed how it maked him tense.
“... It... does...” He really seemed abnormally weary of me. I wonder if someone ever hurt him to make him this jumpy. “I... should... get going... I have to...” he continued, stammering through whatever kind of point it is he was aiming for.
“Home?” I asked, “Sounds wise, wouldn't want those deranged monsters to get you~” He gave me a strange look and I waved at him offhandedly, giving him a cheerful smile “M' only kidding, don't worry~” He keeped his eyes on me as he got out another cigarette and lit it.
“I told you... I don't believe in monsters...” Really now... “It's humans you have to look out for...” Bingo. I was right. He turned from me, supposedly to walk away again. I looked at him thoughtfully.
“Sometimes they are the monsters.” He stopped and looked at me over his shoulder.
“Yes... They are...” he said, merely further proving my theory. “...and perhaps... you never know where they are hiding.” I had to bite my tongue to keep from snorting in amusement.
“No, it is never what you think is it... And humans are so fragile and easily disturbed.” Such lovely minds, even being born and given life can rattle it.
“Not as fragile as one might think...” I gave him a once over, loving how it made him shudder, before mumbling my reply.
“No... I suppose some aren't.”
“Um... I... should...” He looks almost... frightened now? I am hardly complaining.
“I suppose you should yes~ I should too, actually”
“...well... um...” He turned to leave and I grinned as he did, admittedly finding the whole thing immensely amusing.
“See you!” I waved at him, keeping my eyes on him as I moved back into the comfort of the shadows.

Fri, 04 May 2007 22:04:11 GMT

Well, today was nothing if not informative. I decided to take a walk, that ended up being very long… Completely unplanned of course. Better yet, my “baby sitter” decided to give up halfway and go back. Either way, I found information... And a place... This should all prove interesting ~

When I came home I had another run in with the scarred one. I am not entirely sure why, but we just don’t get along. He was sitting in the living room. He looked up from his book, pale eyes making me sneer at their apparent emptiness, and I barely nodded in return as I passed him to sit down in the chair in the furthest corner.

“I am pleased you are back” he said, giving me a small smile. I grumbled something unintelligible under my breath, though I suppose it was no secret to him that I was cursing him. Nothing really, was much of a secret to him for whatever bloody reason. I certainly didn’t give a damn, as long as he left me alone. Only he never did.

“I could need some help with this” he smiled at me and pointed at the puzzle he was making. Apparently he had gotten bored with the side that had a picture because he had turned it around.

“Why would I help you with your puzzle?” I asked him, eyeing it for a moment “And what makes you think I can even help you when you turn it like that?” my answer was another one of those enigmatic smiles as he looked back down at the puzzle.

“If you cannot be bothered I can understand that, I suppose, but it does not seem like you have anything better to do, old one” I gritted my teeth at him. Old my arse...

“Fine. Whatever” I got up from my seat for unknown reasons. Sometimes I had the feeling he was messing with me, though I am not sure how. Either way, I ended up spending the next few hours fitting upside down puzzle pieces together. How annoying.

the end part two

Sun, 29 Apr 2007 18:47:19 GMT

I will refrain from commenting on my last post and just leave it at that, getting on with the story I was telling… Yeah…

I don’t know how much time passed afterwards. I just laid there, dully taking the beating. Feeling how my face was swelling up. It didn’t actually hurt, it just felt weird. I felt my skin getting cut, how the blood immediately pooled to the wound, gathering, before flooding out. Apparently they had a knife. I saw the blade once as they cut into my face, drawing patterns in my cheeks and forehead, cutting along the lines of my right eye -- the one not facing the ground. I sneered at the one doing it, though I could hardly see his face. Why did they bother anyways? Did they really hate me that much? I would have been dead in less than an hour, with or without them driving a stake in to my heart.
I was kicked again, the cracking of another rib; splintering this time. I somehow doubted that I had any left that were whole at this point. I groaned, but not loud enough for either of them to hear me it seemed. I would have gotten a reaction otherwise I am sure. A mocking laugh or the likes. I felt them starting to cut into the skin of my bare arms and torso and I wondered at which point they had removed my shirt.

It was almost cliché how I watched him coming out of the shadows like some knight in shining armor. The shining armor bit derived from the fact that the street lights reflected in his white-ish hair, making it shine almost metallically as he moved in on the first silently taking him down, literally, as he grabbed him by the hair and forced his face into the ground, afterwards jumping over him to grab at the next one.
I felt more then saw how the third one fell. It happened in unison with another kick to my back, my spinal cord not liking the abuse but so far, no fractures it seemed. Not this time either as his foot faltered, the tip of his boot scraping along my back rather then kicking, practically falling over me as he was kicked in turn, and presumably landing a few feet in front of me.
The next one I got to see more clearly though, possibly my eyesight giving a last kick before giving out completely, and so I made sure to watch with no small amount of interest – and satisfaction – how my attackers head was separated from his body by the mere force of the kick to his face. A few metres down, the body disintegrated while the head continued on for just half a metre more before falling into dust as well, the remains getting carried off by the wind.
As I lay there, some separate part of me found this rather curious, wondering and feeling the need to test this out for myself at some point surfacing in the back of my mind. Funny how I never noticed that the body could disappear before the head. Or maybe I did and I forgot. That seemed likely as well I suppose. I wondered if it was the way he kicked that made it so. Possibly, either way, that needed looking into. Provided I survived this of course, which it looked like I would at the moment. Then again, the freak could have decided to kill me as well once he was over and done with my attackers, however illogical – all things considered – I would hardly put it past him.
I watched in silence as he turned to me after that, looking down at me. I gritted my teeth as my eyesight disappeared completely now, rendering me blind. Not that it mattered, I was completely at his mercy, though I would still have preferred to be able to see what would happen to me. I glared up at him with my dead eyes, trying to speak, but nothing came out but little rasping noises. “Don’t try to speak” he stated in monotone before moving to pick me up “And feel free to give into the sleep, I won’t hurt you.” I wondered if I would have believed him had I been more clear headed. As it was, I merely did as he told me, closing my eyes and surrendering to the sleep that would have lead to death had I been human.

...

Sun, 29 Apr 2007 10:13:31 GMT

He... I... Fuck it...

end of...

Sun, 22 Apr 2007 20:10:17 GMT

… I haven’t really had the desire to write this down before now. Irritating, really. Either way, I had a small… incident. Stuff happened and now it would seem I am trapped here, amongst people it would be a shame to say I get along with, in a house above ground where you need to take care where you walk around during the day, should anyone have forgotten to pull the curtains. This is speaking from experience. I don’t know what kind of idiot could have forgotten to draw those, seeing as it is supposed to be the person leaving the room last before sunrise, who is supposed to close them. A small part of me believes it was done on purpose. Either to get at me, or to get at each other.

Either way, it pretty much started where my last entry ended. That bastard knew. He knew what would happen and he still left me there, didn’t even bother to kill me.

It didn’t take them long to find me. I can’t remember all that much actually. I had fallen to the ground by then, back placed up against the wall of the house with the shop I had been staring at before running into him. I remember being carried. Back to Teüfelstein I assumed. There were four of them. Young and stupid. Annoying. Had it been any of the older ones they might have just left me. As a form of courtesy. As it was, the young ones ad not yet reached a point where they did anything but fear me. Respect came with time, and experience. Time these idiots hadn’t had.

I barely registered anything again before I was put down, none to gently on a very familiar Harlequin patterned marble floor. Theodor’s audience hall.

“You disappoint me Daniel” I heard a voice coming from somewhere slightly to the right. I lifted my head dully, meeting his eyes. He was looking at me, with disapproval no doubt. At least that was what it sounded like. As it was, I could not make out his actual features. Aside from my hazy condition, someone was holding a torch just a little too close to my face. I hissed as the fire licked at my cheek, turning my head back to stare at the ground. This earned me a kick to my stomach. Cracking. A rib no doubt. For the moment I was happy that my entire body seemed numb.

Through my own gagging sound I heard Theodor come to my aid, asking the perpetrator to stop it. I had no illusions that this could mean he intended to spare me. On the contrary it sounded more like he just wanted me to stay conscious long enough to hear his rantings about how I had betrayed him and hurt him with my disobedience. I swallowed a harsh laugh that came out sounding more like a cough. It had been too long since anyone had given him an ass whopping like this if he couldn’t remember that concentration and hearing were usually the first things shutting down. All I could hear were how the remaining blood in my veins was pounding in my ears.

Could also be that he just wanted to watch me suffering. Draw this out for as long as possible, deriving pleasure from my misery, despite the fact that I had been amongst his closest. Maybe that was the reason. Wanting to relish in this because my apparent betrayal actually hurt him… I rasp out another laugh that sounds like a cough – and was taken as such it seemed, as I would probably have gotten another kick had they heard it for what it was – hardly. It was far more likely that he just wanted me to be conscious enough to listen to him blabbering.

It didn’t take long before the next one hit me, and this time there was no reprimanding. Probably barely a warning glance. Theodore paused in his ranting at that but barely for more then a split second before continuing his rubbish. Idiot. I was the one who had been wronged in this. If he had believed in me, had some damn faith in me…

The next kick was dealt to my other side, this time it made me fall forward and I felt my hand slam into the ground as I struggled to stay upright. Pathetic. They could not be a day over 150, probably even younger then that, this of cause only adding to my humiliation. As one of them kicked me again, I raised my head, ignoring the torch immediately moved to my face as I stared up at Theodor. He had stopped his old mans ranting now and was just sitting there, watching. I failed to understand why they didn’t just kill me and get it over with. He was done, there was really no reason to continue this, but apparently they saw one where I didn’t. I suppose from the ‘kids’ point of view, there could be one. I had hardly been a friend to them, on the contrary as I mentioned before, I never cared for their friendship or wanted them to like me. Their respect was crucial though. A few more years and it would probably have been unconditional, like what I could expect from some of the older ones. Even to the point of overriding Teüfelstein’s wishes and demands if it meant my head.

A few moments later I heard Theodor roar something about dusty floors of his halls. I couldn’t feel much though I suspected the cry was prompted because one of them had moved in for the kill. I felt myself chuckling hollowly at that. Felt, because it hurt like all hell all of a sudden. So that was what I was to him, dust he didn’t want on his floors.

I felt how they grabbed me again. Didn’t even bother to lift me this time, just dragged me along the floor. I wonder why Theodore wasn’t protesting at that, getting blood all over his halls. Not like he could use it for anything. What was he going to do, lick it up after me? The last taste of his cherished favourite~ Ridiculous. Or maybe he finally found people to do that stuff for him so he no longer cared... I bet he could get a show out of that too. Freak.

I barely felt the dragging part though, apart from the slight stinging at the dirt reaching fresh wounds. When had they cut me? Or was it the mar kicking that had split the skin. Hardly. They hadn’t kicked me that much… At least I didn’t think so, and they were not skilled enough to hit right every time. Oh well… I ignored it for now, instead focusing on the clear night sky that was appearing above as I was dragged up the stairs and out into the fresh night air that I had come to be so damn found of.

and part one at that~

...

Tue, 06 Feb 2007 13:37:17 GMT

I was standing on a street, staring at a shop I no longer remember what was called, mostly because of the events that followed completely overshadowed whatever it was I had been doing, and partly because I know I had been lost in thought. I had turned to start walking away, when I saw him. Lyon... I suppose he needs no further introduction. Not to me either, as I made a rather startled sound before I crouched down, hissing defensively.

“Good evening, boy” he said. “Don't look so frightened.”

I sneered “You...” I started, growling at him “I am not afraid...”

He laughed “I was going to just pass you... I was going to just walk along and mind my own business ...” he paused. “You are either very brave or very foolish to talk to me” he smirked. “I deem you foolish.“

I sneered at him ”Don't mock me... You were going to? Feel free to continue, and I will mind my own business as well.”

“Of course. Without your crossbow and a loyal band of rogues you would never attempt anything, would you? Well, give my regards to Teufelstein, then, if you dare mention you met me, and tell him to take a good, long walk in the sun.”

“Should I be flattered that you remember me?” I asked, pondering very briefly how to respond to that as I was hardly going to be able to bring that regards on. "I will if you will give my regards to your little toy as well” I replied in the end.

“Toy?”

”Grae...”

“Oh ... Grae. Grae whom you so miserably failed to overpower and now try to make up for your own lack of strength and integrity by referring to as "toy"... “ He laughed at me.

“Oh, not mine, obviously, yours... And I did not fail miserably!” I growled. “I got a taste of him... That was basically what I had wanted.”

”My toy?” he asked, stepping closer “No, Grae is the master of himself... But you had him ... I wonder ...”

“You think he would let you touch him if he had a choice? ...” I frowned, going back into defensive position at that “ ... What?...”

“Are you actually trying to anger me?” he asked “You sound almost as if you regret not having him to yourself” he laughed. “But why would you be that foolish?” he asked “I do wonder, though, if I can taste him ... in you. Or if it's too late..."

“Oh no, I would never anger you...” I trailed off warily “Just like you would never touch me.” I backed up a few steps, wondering if I could possibly escape “I am beneath you, right? ... And I am sure the taste is long gone” I continued almost absentmindedly, still trying to find a way out, though I did catch the wide grin he sent my way.

“I feel a little peckish, actually.” He said “And it's been a while since I had anything besides human blood ...” He gave me a polite nod and pointed towards my throat “If you don’t mind?”

Like hell I didn’t! The nerve... For a moment I wondered if I would end up like him once I reached that age... Though it hardly seemed likely that I would at the current rate, as I had no intentions of giving him anything. Instead I growled and backed up further, finding myself up against the window of the aforementioned store again.

“You can't just...!!” I started, faltering, suddenly lacking words “... You... You are really going to do this?” I sneered, my crouching position becoming even more evident.

“What is the matter?” he asked “You feed on humans all the time, don't you? You even bit grae, and who knows how many other vampires you've had ...”

Yes, but they don't feed on me!” I hissed and reached a hand up to touch my neck “Aside from Grae and...” Kaoru, my mind provided me helpfully, though I didn’t say it out loud “Never.”

“Well, this will be a change for you, then. What was it you told him, if his diary is as accurate as I think it is ... 'you will enjoy it. I know you will'." Damn bastard was mocking me. He then proceeded to grab a hold of my hair, drawing my head back to apparently get a better angle.

“Don't mock me!” I growled, clawling at Lyon’s chest struggling, but knowing I would hardly get anywhere with it. I got a slap across the face for my efforts.

“Really, you must know better.” Of course I did. There was just no way I was going to pretend this was willingly. He pulled me up by my collar. “You are beginning to irritate me, you know, boy.” It seemed more a statement then a question. “I was going to let you live because you had the good sense not to attack me this time and I thought you may have learnt something...”

I hissed and struggled to at least have my feet touch the ground which seemed to become increasingly difficult.

“No!” I dug my claws into his arms “Don't, I ... is this revenge, for him..?” my plea for my life was cut off as something else seemed to occur to me.

“I don't run errands for anybody. And besides, Grae is quite capable of taking revenge on his own if he so pleases. Now, stop that, it's very unpleasant.” He proceeded to throw me down the road and into a lamppost. I felt it more then saw it as it gave way, bending at the force as if it had been a metal pin. I landed on the ground, hissing and coughing in pain, glaring up at Lyon defiantly, but I didn’t speak. I doubt I could have even if I had wanted to.

He smiled “Are you going to try to run away?” he asked “Or will you attempt to stab me with your silly, useless toys?” Fine, take a stab at my nails while you are at it, why don’t you. “Or are you simply going to not fight your destiny and let me have my way with you?”

I dug my claws into the pavement “Your way..?” I rasped.

“My ... way ...” I hissed as Lyon kicked a pebble, hitting me with it as if he was trying to empathise his point.

“I'm a little disappointed, really.” He stated “I expected more.” Yeah well, so did I but we can’t all have our way I suppose. “From someone who upset Grae and caused him problems ... From the feisty little boy vampire...”

I sneered “Stop treating me like the dirt you walk on and I won’t try to dig the eyes out of your head...” Empty threats. “And” I sighed in defeat “I won't fight you...” Much...

“Do you know what they say about small dogs?” he asked “Their bark is sharper than their bite. You are a very, very small dog, aren't you?” Bastard. He pulled me to my feet. I growled and found one of the syringes in my pocket as I threw myself forward, aiming it at his neck. I knew I would fail even before I made the attempt, but anything was worth a shot at this point. As predicted, he blocked, and even grabbed my syringe, breaking it. Damnit, that had been one of my nicest ones...

He dug his fingers into my chest, to the point of breaking the skin as he effortlessly pushed me up against the wall and twisted my arm, forcing me to bend down. “Say you're sorry?”

I glared up at him “Go to hell...”

He pushed himself against me, grabbing my hair with one hand and proceeded to rip my shirt open with the other “Now ... what was it you tried to do to Grae?” My eyes widened and the sneer disappeared.

“You wouldn't... I am beneath you, remember?!” I paled. Quite an accomplishment for a vampire, really. “Yes ... you are indeed "beneath" me ...” he smirked “Not a pleasant thing to be when you don't want to, is it? But fear not.” A little too late for that. “I don't like small boys.”

I sneered “Don't you dare try to go moral on me!” I growled again for the second comment. “I am not a little boy!” I grabbed out to try to dig my nails into Lyon’s arms again. Lyon proceeded to kick my legs away from under me, effectively preventing my actions and smacking me face first into the ground.

”Don't I dare?” he asked ”You are a little boy, a brat, in every sense of the word. You look like one, and you act like one. No respect for your elders.” He pulled me back up “Now where were we ...” I groaned and started coughing at the new position.

“You do,” Obviously. “But you don't have the right to go moral high ground when you are no better.” I grabbed around the wrist holding me up, my wounded pride for a moment making me forget that I was trying to convince Lyon not to touch me. "I am not 15 years old..!” I protested.

“It is not about moral” he stated. “It never was. It is about curiosity.” He forced my arms away, hard. “Now ... try not too faint. And try not to be scared.” The hell?!

“I am not scared!” I protested as he bit into my wrist. At the same time I bit into my lip, managing to silence a moan.

He let go of me “Not too bad, is it?” he asked, biting into my neck and starting to suck. The gasp at him biting into me was drawn out into a moan as he teased the wound and sensitive skin around it with his tongue. I tilted my head to the side, giving him more room while my hands went up to his shoulders, wanting to push him away but ending up pulling him closer I could feel him smirk against the skin before he bit into me harder, making me groan.

“Please...” I mumbled, not entirely sure now that I want to know why. He finally let me go when I was on the verge of passing out, supporting me against the wall “Now ... there is only one reason you are still alive” he mumbled “And that reason is that I want Grae to decide.” I tried to stand and ended up leaning against Lyon for support, clenching my eyes shut at the utter humiliation.

“If you ever try to actually attack me, you are going to meet the same end as those sorry youngsters you had with you last time” he said as he pushed me back. “If you really want to ever amount to something other than a bitter brat, you ought not to play anyone's lackey. neither Teufelstein's, and nor Grae’s.”

I growled through exhaustion “I am not his lackey! He was supposed to trust me I...” I bit down on my lip, stopping the stream of mumblings.

“Come back in a few centuries and we can have a civilised discussion. For now you are a predictable brat who lets himself be used. That is the difference between you and Grae, really. He has pride and a sense of self that exceeds the ego and petty emotions that you seem to be so full of. That is why he is not used, not even by me ... Only by the tricks of his own mind.” Oh, why don’t you just get a room. Groupie.

“Now ... goodnight, boy” and with that, he turned his back to me, well aware that I would be too weak to follow... Hell, at the moment I would be too weak to move.

I growled, biting back tears of humiliation before yelling after him rather bitterly “Did you at least get what you wanted?!”

He turned “Oh yes, thank you. I did. Not bad at all, and so did you, if you are not too suicidal to acknowledge it.” What was that supposed to mean? Before I could ask though, he turned again and was gone.

I am sitting here, getting my strength back while writing this. It doesn’t really matter what I do now, Teufelstein will find out. I wonder if I will ever be able to write in this again... We will see, I suppose.

Sun, 04 Feb 2007 19:35:25 GMT

and so here it is, the second half of my little encounter

I blinked as my victim kissed me of his own free will, but I returned the kiss nonetheless.

“I wish I could read what is going on in that pretty little head of yours” I mumbled, pulling lightly at his erection. “You are acting peculiar”

I could feel him sighing heavily, teeth clenching as I touched him.

"Peculiar? Well how would you feel if some strange guy molested you in the ... ah!.. street?" he frowned.

”Well, me, always being ’the strange guy’, I wouldn’t know” I mumbled, tightening my grip around Sho again, though not to the point of being painful. “Usually though, people tend to either never stop fighting, or give in completely... You seem... Conflicted?” I asked, finding that I actually wanted to know.

"It feels... good," He muttered, his hand dropping slowly over my body until he reaches the beltline of my pants, hooking a finger into it. "But I know it's so, so wrong in so many ways."

“Care to share what is so so wrong, or should I just take it as is?” I asked him all the while moving the hand over his cock in increasingly jerking movements. No reply. I grabbed at Sho’s other hand and leading it to the front of my own pants, silently telling him what to do next, and watched as he glanced down, fumbling to open them. I nudged his head up with my own, leaning in to kiss him again.

"What.. happens next?" he asked a moment after, pulling out of the kiss as he finally got my pants up, gripping my erection and started stroking at the same rhythm I was providing him with.

“Next?” I panted, cocking my head to look up at Sho “Depends on you...” I trailed off, giving Sho a few harder strokes “Either you get off, and walk away, or...” I grabbed a hold of Sho and pulled him forward, turning us over so I was the one leaning against the wall “You can have more”

"But... " Sho protested, standing there almost helplessly looking me over like some little boy lost in the lingerie department of a store. He choked down the rest of the protest though, it seemed. "Will you hurt me if I don't?"

I cocked my head to the other side, giving Sho an almost pouting look as I briefly stopped the movement of my hand on him “No...” I muttered “I will come back though...”

"Always.. ?" he blinked. "I r-read.. about vampires.. and.. You never really.. die" he tilted his head slightly sideways, edging a little closer.

“Maybe...” I mumbled, leaning a hand up to run through Sho’s hair “We don’t really age either... At least at a speed that any human would ever notice... I will always look like this... You however, will reach a point where you can no longer get this one up,” I pulled at his cock again, slowly starting up the rhythmic stroking once more. “At that point, maybe”

"Will you.. turn around?" he dipped his head a little, apparently finding my shoulder oddly fascinating.

I smirked and cocked my head to the side. “Well, if you want it like that...” I mumbled, grabbing one of Sho’s hands, lacing our fingers together before turning around, giving Sho’s erection a last tug before letting go.

I felt his breath, oddly irregular against my hair, hearing him swallow nervously before sliding one arm around my waist, hugging me form behind. I turned my head to give him a slight smile, maybe as a sort of encouragement while moving my other hand down to run over the arm circling my waist. It was strangely cute how careful and even insecure he seemed. Newbie.

Sho dropped his head to press his forehead against my shoulder, his spare hand tugged furiously at my pants until they finally dropped to my ankles by the ground. He released my hand to slide his own back to my waist, raising his other hand to his lips to presumably suck on a digit before dropping it to between my cheeks, making me hiss lightly as it entered me. He may not have tried this with guys before but at least he knew how it worked “Never tried this with one of your girlfriends either?” I gritted out, swallowing as I got used to the finger. 400 years and it never got easier. Not that it happened very often this way around, but still.

"Not... there." He quietly replied, his lips pressed close to my shoulder, muffling his voice. I snorted and bit my lip as a second finger was added, groaning, caught somewhere between pain and pleasure.

"For someone who hasn't, you are awfully aware of what to do" I breathed "Or maybe that has become every man's knowledge over the last few years and I just didn't notice?" I mused aloud, forming the musings as a question.

The reply I got was a harder thrust by the fingers, making me utter a word of disapproval while I turned my head to pull a raspberry at him.

"I have a gay friend, alright?" he said.

"Fine fine..." I mumbled, wriggling my hips to adjust to the fingers again. A small pause ensured and I wasn’t certain of what he was doing before he spoke again.

"Is it true that.. if you hit the prostate gland.. " he shifted his hand a little in order to prod a single digit further inside, aiming good at said prostate.

I gasped, thrusting backwards against the finger, my eyes widening and my nails digging into the brick wall.

"Yes..." I choked "Yes, that is very very true." I gritted my teeth turning my head to give Sho a light glare, rather blatantly accusing him of doing that on purpose, though I hardly minded.

Sho shifted his gaze to meet mine, staring back at me with no obvious emotional content.

"What? You liked it. Didn't you? This is what you want from me" He shifted his hand again, two digits thrusting against the prostate. I growled, glaring at Sho again, though I could hardly deny it as I trusted back against the fingers again, impaling myself on the digits "I suppose..." I mumbled, having a slight flashback to our last encounter, where Sho, for a moment, had seemed to actually rival me for the upper hand on things

"So why are you looking at me like that?" he muttered, apparently stating a complaint. He withdrew the digits to let them run between my thighs and pet at my balls instead, pressing his own hardness against me.

"You are teasing me..." I replied, leaning back briefly to kiss Sho fully, before leaning forward again, groaning as Sho started feeling me up.

"Well unlike you, I don't like hurting other people..." I felt him shift his position a little, pressing me further up against the wall just before easing himself inside of me, and I could feel him shuddering at the new sensation. "Oh god," he muttered.

"You can't avoid hurting me during this..." I groaned, my breath starting to come in short as he stayed still, trying to adjust, swallowing and choking on a small bark of laughter at Sho's mutterings.

"He can't save you now" I joked as I bit into my lip, feeling the brick give way as my nails bore deeper into the wall when I trusted backwards against Sho. The only reply I got was feeling him shake his head and his breath against my ear, his hands curled over my hips, gripping them firmly, finding a rather soft pace to work with.

I moaned and pushed back against Sho, working my hips at the same pace, tilting my head back to rest against Sho's shoulder, one hand reaching back to move into Sho's hair again, feeling his head tilt to the side, his mouth going town to suck at my neck while he moved one hand from my hip to the my erection, gripping me and stroking me in time with the thrusts. I groaned, trying to adjust to the pleasure given to me from just about every angle and moved to pick up the pace. "Gods..." I groaned, biting my lips as I felt myself draw closer to release.

Sho raised his chin just a little to nibble at my earlobe, moaning into my ear softly with a shift of his hips in an apparent attempt to find the same spot he tormented with his fingers previously. I groaned, moving harder against Sho, heaving a sigh as he found my prostate again while the hand I had buried in Sho's hair tightened as I moved his head to the side to claim Sho's lips with my own.

Sho passionately obliged the kiss, nipping at my bottom lip while thrusting hard back inside me against that spot, staying there for a tormenting moment. I gulped, making a small whining sound as Sho stayed still, pushing against him and not really getting anywhere. "Move, please..." I mumbled, kissing Sho almost frantically "So close..." Stupid human.

Sho's digits curled more tightly around my aching arousal, breathing against my ear as he moved again in hard, thick strokes. I moaned, pushing back against Sho and into his hand, again turning my head to the side to kiss Sho, before finally groaning as I reached climax, thrusting back as I came, white overtaking my vision.

I moved his hips a few more times, shallowly, barely feeling as he followed me in release before finally slumping back against him "Hmm..." I mumbled, moving my hand up into Sho's hair again and continued to move it down his cheek, basking for a few seconds in the afterglow.

I heard Sho swallowing behind me a couple of times, as he too enjoyed the aftermath. He seemed to struggle to restrain his breath, forcing it back to normal for a moment, though once done, he slowly withdrew from me. I let out a small groan as we drew apart, bending down to pick up my pants, all the while pulling a napkin out of my pocket to dry myself up before pulling his pants the rest of the way up and turning to Sho, handing him another napkin which he wordlessly accepted, following my example before tugging himself away again and then turned his gaze back to me, seemingly unsure of what to do next.

"Trashcan" I shrugged, taking a few steps and moving past Sho to the trashcan conveniently located behind him, dropping the napkin into it before turning back to him. He nodded faintly and tossed his in there as well before lowering his gaze to the ground, apparently not wanting to meet mine anymore. Unable to resist that, I moved over and reached out to lift Sho's chin with my hand and continued to lean in to kiss him lightly. "Something the matter?" I asked, running the hand up through Sho's hair before letting my arm fall to my side again, though it was prevented from doing so as Sho reached out to grab the hand before it fell too far, staring at it with a mild shake of his head.

I blinked questioningly, looking at our now joined hands, not really knowing what to do about that "You sure you are ok?" was all I could think of to ask, the shake of the head having bewildered me, cocking my head to the side again. My reply was a small nod and a tug to my hand as he pulled me closer, into a kiss. I smirked softly, returning the kiss. "Well, at least you didn’t hate it" I muttered, moving back and leaning my other hand up to run through the human boy's hair.

"No, it was.. nice" Sho licked his lips, dark eyes rapidly scanning my own before travelling over my body. He released the hand and looked away. "So.. Maybe I'll see you again?" he asked.

I shrugged "Maybe..." I mumbled, moving forward to wrap my arms around Sho's neck, leaning in to kiss him again, almost hungrily before pulling back. "Quite possibly..." My reply again was not verbal, but rather a slight smile before he started readjusting his clothes, then reaching out to tug my shirt down a little as well, muttering something in Chinese before he turned and pocketed a hand while walking back towards the street.

"See ya..." I mumbled, so low I am not sure Sho would have even heard it. It had been a long time since I forgot how the human ear worked. Shrugging lightly, I turned and started walking away as well. It was getting late anyways. I would need to get back.

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 14:57:25 GMT

... I had a rather interesting encounter...

I don't know what to make of it, and frankly, I don't want to make any of it... Basically I am just going to write it down and get it out of my system, so to speak...

To say I had had a boring day would be an understatement. Basically it had consisted of; sitting, sitting and more sitting, combined with a bit of reading before I was finally able to get above ground. Not that I cared much for it, it was getting trivial, even if it still beat staying down in the caves. Up here, there was fresh food. Looking up ahead as opposed to staring at the ground as I had been for the last few moments, I stopped in my tracks for a fraction of a second. A smirk graced my lips. Just a few metres ahead, a rather familiar shape was standing in the darkness, and I thanked my night vision for having seen him. This would be fun... If I could get what I want out of him.

I watched him wiped his lips of the burger he had eaten and for a moment wondered if he would taste good. Then he looked at me, but I knew, without seeing me clearly, and he turned his attention elsewhere again “Do I get a name this time?” I asked him when I knew to be within hearing range.

I swallowed a giggle at the reaction I got, as he blinked at me, before abruptly turning and starting to walk away “Well, that is a bit rude, isn’t it..?” I asked, cocking my head to the side and letting my eyes travel over his backside. I then swiftly moved up to him and in front of him, making it impossible for him to get past me without making an effort “Answer the question?” I asked, an exaggeratedly nice tone entering my voice “Pretty please?”

He paused, sighting in extreme annoyance "If you touch me again, I'll hurt you” he took a small step back, glaring at me.

“Aww, don’t be like that….” I moved closer “You believe what I am now?” I asked. It was hardly a question as much as it was a statement. I moved closer to him, reaching out a hand to trace my fingers along his chin, even as he backed away “Are you afraid of me?”

"Don't freaking touch me” he jerked away from my touch, hissing at me while he did, he looked at me with vague disbelief "What if I do? Do I have to die or something?"

I smirked and drew back my hand for the time being. ”Would you believe me if I told you no?” I reached out to grab a hold of the collar of Sho’s jacket. “I would let you live...”

He raised a hand to clench around my wrist "Then what the hell do you want from me? Money?" He pursed his lips. I cocked my head to the side again

”I want what I wanted but didn’t get, the last time” I mumbled, reaching forward with my other hand to run my fingers over his pursed lips, pulling him closer with little to no effort. He tried to resist, in vain of course, an angry frown marring his face

"What the hell is that?" he asked

“What do you think?” I asked, pushing him backwards further into the shadows “Or rather, what would you want?”

"I don't want anything to do with you, freak.” He snorted, punching at me in a helpless attempt to free himself. I grinned, moving his hand to the side, effortlessly.

“That would be the part where you don’t have a choice….” I trailed off, smiling at him, the innocence in the smile probably ruined by my fangs.

"Oi, Sho! Where the hell did you go man?" suddenly sounded from further up the street. I watched on in slight annoyance as Sho, as his name seemed to be, was called out for.

I contemplated what to do for a second, before hissing out “Get rid of him” my eyes never leaving Sho’s friend “Or he becomes my meal of the day, and unlike you...” I looked the newcomer up and down “That one doesn’t get to walk away alive...”

He blinked at me, seemingly surprised at my sudden hostility, before he turned his head and yelled "It's alright, man. I'm just fixing. Go home, I'll meet you there” a moment passed, and I felt myself relax as footsteps faded away in the distance.

”Good boy... Sho...” I smiled, tasting his name on my lips “So what to do with you now...” I contemplated aloud before leaning closer, reaching a tongue out to trace along Sho’s lips “You didn’t fix this time did you?”

"I'm not really... I mean… You're a guy, well… I think... and…” he blinked again, swallowing nervously and disregarding my question though I was positive I was right in my assumption.

I moved back a bit, my lips tightening slightly “Yeah, m’ a guy.” I mumbled, slightly offended. “So, I am not your type, is that what you are saying?” I asked half jokingly.

"I think you're pretty, it's just... " he looked at me, a little dazed "I'm *not* gay.. And I'm…human."

I snickered "I would rarely get any if I cared that you were human" I mumbled, thinking about the country’s current vampire population "So at least it isn't the looks then...” I cocked my head to the side “You get to give?" I asked.

My answer was a confused “What?” and a furious blinking, earning him another flat look from me. This really was his very first gay time, wasn’t it... Probably hadn’t even been curious and read a book.

"I mean, you get to be on top of you want~" I gave him a small amused smile

"I don't want anything to do with you. I don't even know your name." His eyes widened a little, a burning flush colouring his cheeks.

“Daniel” I replied helpfully before leaning in to lick and nip at his flushed cheeks “Cute...” I mumbled.

"What can I do for you to leave me alone?" he shifted, though he didn’t go far, stuck between myself and the wall he was pressed up against.

"Even if I left I would come back... As if it is I wasted so much time on you already going out and finding someone else that I like, to feed on, before I have to get back would be a hassle, so if I don't get what I want, I will at least feed from you..." I trailed off, looking up at Sho, wondering if the answer was sufficient.

My answer was Sho mumbling my name. Taking that as a form of answer, I leaned in to kiss him fully, smirking against his lips. I sometimes surprised myself with how far I was willing to go to get a person at least somewhat willing. Food, I didn’t mind having to struggle with. With sex though, a willing partner was far preferable. Slight annoyance came over me again though, as I kissed him but the kiss was not returned.

I moved back slightly, leaving our lips still barely touching, instead moving my tongue out to trace along his lips, all the while moving a hand in between our bodies, placing it over Sho’s crotch, enjoying the shock I felt go through his body. Fine, if he wanted to be difficult.

I leaned back in to kiss him fully again, prodding with my tongue, silently asking him to open up, all the while my hand pushed against his crotch a little harder, grabbing rather then holding. I felt his hand move to grab a hold of my wrist, I suspect to try dragging my hand away, but ended up just holding my wrist, as he finally indulged me, accepting the deepening kiss.

I smirked, my other hand moving away from his collar and up into his hair, lightly keeping his head in place as he started kissing me back all the while moving my hand away from his crotch as well, instead pressing our hips together.

I smirked as he deepened the kiss further, finally seeming to become active “Touch me...” I mumbled, grabbing a hold of one of Sho’s hands that had been fumbling with the wall behind him, and dragged it to me. He did too, though forming the touch as another attempt to push me away.

“Why do you keep fighting?” I asked, moving my head down to lick at his neck instead.

"I'm not much for…public places and…this” came the reply, though he moved his hand into my hair, rather then keep trying to push me away.

Unconcerned, I merely continued to nip at his neck, my free hand finding Sho’s rear as I started grinding our hips together ”No one will come here...” I mumbled, looking up and down the deserted street.

"I'd prefer somewhere…warm and…safe” he said, and failed to conceal a soft moan at the friction.

“Don’t worry...” I mumbled, before dipping my tongue into his mouth again “I will make you warm... And I won’t let anything happen to you” I leaned back again, grinning as I looked into Sho’s eyes, thrusting our hips together again “Unless you have anything better in mind..?”

Sho shook his head lightly "I'm already hurting…" he mumbled, pressing a leg in between mine, making me moan at the pressure.

“You are hurting?” I asked. “If it is the wall, then I was kinda planning on being up against it in the end...” I was cut short as he moved a hand up behind me, pressing me upwards over his thigh, effectively pressing our crotches together. “Here...” he whimpered.

“Oh but that is the point” I mumbled, moving a hand in between us where I started toying with the zipper of Sho’s pants before I pulled it down and proceeded to move my hand into them, feeling the shudder at the contact I made.

"You make me feel weird," he muttered, tilting his head to the side to nip at my neck.

“Different then usual…when people touch you like this?” I asked, pulling my other hand out of his hair and ran it down his body until I reached the rim of his pants and continued to open them.

"Different when guys touch me." He muttered as his head fell back against the wall, making me smirk

“Not in a bad way, I hope...” I mumbled, hands seeking out the rim of the human’s boxers with both hands “Nice...” was the first word that shamelessly fell from my lips at the sight that greeted me. He jerked slightly at the exposure but merely followed my gaze down himself, blinking. Swallowing in amusement I leaned in to kiss him again while my hand reached out to grasp his erection.

Did I mention that this is part 1 of 2 ?

...

Wed, 10 Jan 2007 09:18:01 GMT

It had been a few days since the last time I had found myself above ground. I don’t know why I keep coming back to this. Having to go outside. Feeling and enjoying the frost biting my cheeks and the crisp air going through my hair. Pathetic. I sank my teeth into the girl I had caught, feeling and enjoying how the fresh warm blood splayed the back of my mouth, my only regret being that I could not bring her home with me, to make this more enjoyable. I swear I can hear my tools rusting from not being used for so long.

A sound, and all my concentration jumped from the dying girls in my arms, to the blithering idiot who had apparently just stumbled into ‘my’ alley where he practically threw himself at the wall and slid down to the ground. “Do you mind?” I asked, irritation filling my voice at the interruption. I decided I would give him a chance to escape. If he chose not to, I was still drunk, and looking closer the guy looked pretty tasty.

He raised his head to look at me, obviously intoxicated somehow. “Hey… What are you doing?” he asked, taking on a rather protective stance. For the girl? What an uncanny sense of justice.

My reply was a snort, as I looked from one to the other “Today is your lucky day” I stated, letting go of the girl, having found something that was seemingly more interesting to play with “Run” I told her, not looking at her, but following her movements from the corner of my eye as she disappeared out the alley “So you want to know what I was doing?” I asked, taking a step towards him.

“You shouldn’t let your girlfriend run” was his only reply, making me snort again.

“I appreciate the concern but not to worry, it was just a fling” I gave him a smirk as I started to move around him, placing myself on the opposite side, effectively blocking any chance he might have had of escaping “What?” I ask, meeting and matching the frown was giving me, before taking another step closer.

The boy raised a hand to pull it through his hair as he started muttering incoherently under his breath "Sorry, I used all the crack I had myself. But if you want some... there's still some at the club” he then said, nodding towards the alley’s exit.

“So you are on something...” I mused. Giving the boy another look I decided I didn’t care. I had let a perfectly fine meal go to taste this one and I would be damned if I didn’t then. “You misunderstand” I told him “I don’t want your crack” I took another step “I want you” I stated before taking the last few steps towards him at inhuman speed, grabbing him around the neck and pinning him to the wall.

“Oi. Me? I’m not really... I mean I don’t really do guys...” he said, giving me a peculiarly soft look, though his hands reached up to grasp around the wrist of the hand that was grasping his neck.

I grinned at him as I leaned closer, sliding my tongue out to lick along his lips. That hadn’t exactly been the plan, but that statement just had to have an answer “Oh really?” I mumbled “Maybe you just haven’t tried the right kind” I felt myself bite into his bottom lip, making sure not to draw blood though, before I started nipping my way down his jaw-line and neck, shifting my hold to give myself better access.

He seemed to freeze for a moment, before he flushed and jerked his head away "Really. I.. I don't.. " he mumbled and I feel his hands awkwardly down the sides of my body before dropping to his sides "I'm nauseous.." he muttered.

Ignoring that or a moment I instead took to biting into his neck, though not breaking the skin just yet “Puke on me, and I snap your neck” I purred casually, all the while moving my hand up, my fingers going around the back of his neck.

I was completely thrown off my game by his next question however "Hey... " he tilted his head towards me, suddenly grinning "Are you some sort of vampire?" he asked, making me freeze for a second, before moving back to look at him

“Excuse me?” I asked, eyes narrowing in annoyance. He was drugged, that had to be it. Ruin the mood why don’t you, I mentally berated him.

"A vampire. What with all the…biting" he said, before leaning forward, closing his eyes as he did in a more or less obvious attempt to kiss me and I felt my eyes widen a fraction with every bit he came closer, my mind going blank as his lips touched mine, and I felt myself start to return the kiss. I soon started contemplating how to get control of this situation back though. Wasn’t this kid supposed to not like this sort of thing? None the less, I felt myself draw closer, deepening the kiss further.

Then it was over. Cut short as it would seem the kid had found something he had not expected, shoving me back and moving his hand up to touch his lips, looking startled “Surprised that you just kissed a guy silly when it apparently isn’t your thing?” I questioned him, smirking at him. ”Or that you are actually quite a good kisser?” I asked before leaning closer again, grabbing a firm hold of the boy and sinking my teeth into his shoulder before anything more could happen that could potentially give him the upper hand again

"Ah.. You don't exist.. the drug... I... " he mumbled, slumping against me, trying to struggle, but not really managing to put up any kind of defence. I merely grinned, biting harder into him before leaning back to look at him again, giving a small sound of contentment.

“Believe it…” I mumbled, leaning in again to kiss him this time, making sure he got a taste of the blood of his that was still lingering on my lips. He hit my chest with a fist, but I barely felt it. The fact that I was naturally stronger combined with the fact that I had just fed and he had just been weakened form the feeding, was showing.

“You are weak… And some of the vampire stories are actually true. We are quite a bit stronger then the regular humans” I told him as I started debating on whether or not I should kill him – I had said too much, after all – when I felt myself being thrown backwards through the air. The action in itself wasn’t really a surprise. I was fairly light and while I may be strong, I had to face the fact that I was easy to throw. What surprised me was how the hell anyone could have snuck up behind me.

My attention immediately snapped to my attacker, growling “What the hell is your problem?!” I asked, sneering up at a weirdly white haired person who seemed not much older than the boy.

“Can you walk?” he asked my victim, apparently taking to ignoring me completely. Usually this would probably have angered me further, but right at that moment, his voice set an entirely new range of thoughts racing through my head. It just couldn’t be... I looked on in annoyance as my attacker – for the second time now, if I guessed correctly – hovered over my prey, prodding him with a foot.

"I've tried worse." My ‘prey’ said, sounding annoyed "Of course I can walk." I watched as the two seemed to have a small quarrel, apparently completely forgetting my existence

“Good, then get up” the white haired one said practically before finally turning to look at me “You are not going to attack me” he said, more a statement then a question. I shook my head. We both knew I apparently wasn’t strong enough, so why bother when he didn’t seem to be threatening my existence this time around and first and far most, I could not go back home looking too beaten up.

Meanwhile my ‘prey’ get up off the ground, following the commanding voice of the newcomer “How much do you know…” the new one turned his attention back to my prey again, aiming him with another question.

“Know of what?” Came the answer and a sneer in annoyance aimed in the white haired ones general direction.

“What we are.” The other asked cocking his head to the side and looking impatient, as if he expected the Chinese kid to know what he meant, before he pointed at me “What he is.”

“He's a freaking lunatic!" he burst out, glaring at me over the others shoulder “And a gay one, at that! I'll report him for rape."

I looked up at him with mild offence. “Oh please, you enjoyed it” I snapped, suppressing the urge to stick out my tongue at him.

“And the fact that he bit you?” the white haired guy tried instead.

My prey seemed to hesitate for a moment before his eyes narrowed on us both "I don't care what kind of sick twists gets him off."

“A shame, I would have liked to show you...” I snickered, trailing off and licking my lips at him before my attacker put himself between us

“And that is the conclusion you are drawing from all of this?” he asked, the question directed at the Chinese boy.

"What is your problem? With this? If you want to protect him, be my guest. I don't give a damn. I'm gonna go home." Came the reply before he turned his head to glare at me "If you ever try to kiss me again... " he hissed.

My attacker blinked at the accusation and seemed about to protest but ended up with a “Good. Do that” probably thinking it better to get him out of there “Just wait, I am sure we will meet again.” I yelled after him, a flick of the wrist our only answer as he dragged himself out of the alley.

I turned back to my attacker “Who are you?” I asked, closely followed by a “You were the one who attacked me a few months back” it was hardly a question. My eyes widened in annoyance at the shrug and the smug smirk that was my reply, before he too vanished. Vanished being, he jumped and climbed the wall, and then he was gone, leaving me alone in the alley.

Mon, 06 Nov 2006 20:20:05 GMT

I think I might be getting paranoid...

I went outside again today. As usual, I didn't really expect anything to happen. It didn't, either. As a matter of fact it seemed a more uneventful night then any of the previous ones, as I barely saw any people at all, and had no incidents where I needed to take cover to avoid potential exposure.

I did however, have a constant nagging feeling that I was being watched, observed, and followed almost from the moment I exited the layer, and until the time I returned. I even took a back-way in, so whoever might be following me, wouldn't be led to the main entrance.

Ridiculous, really. Some part of me even still seem to believe I am being followed, which only strengthens my belief that I am beginning to imagine things that are not actually there, as I am currently back in my room, sitting on my bed, writing in this blasted thing.

Aside from that, it seems to be getting increasingly harder to get in and out of here unnoticed. I had to knock someone down today, to get past him. Being locked in my 'cell' for the majority of the time and avoiding everything that can talk and possibly blab to the wrong people, I am not as informed as I am used to, and so it comes as a bit of a surprise to me that this place is getting so damn crowded. Half of them doesn't even belong here, and is here, seemingly with no other purpose then to just, be. They should just bugger off home to their own bat caves so I can continue my little roundabouts unnoticed!

Unexpected

Thu, 12 Oct 2006 17:25:25 GMT

It has been about a week since the last time I went outside. The bruises are healing, and basically gone, but I will wait a day or two more before I go anywhere again. Being who I am, I can cover for a few bruises, but worse then this, and it will start getting suspicious.

I haven’t exactly been bored in the last week. The little freak vampire gave me a few things to turn over in my head. Aside from that, I had visitors. Theodore… I still have not figured out quite why, but I will probably get back to that once I have had a chance to analyze this further.

Also, I had a more, peculiar, experience. A woman walked into my room yesterday, barely “Hi!” she greeted cheerfully, and I had to suppress the urge to winch at the tone. “How are you feeling?” she continued. I blame the hit my head took under the fight with G.R.A.E, for the fact that I seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

She stayed and chatted on like that or the next 15 minutes. It appeared it was her, who gave me the diary I am writing this in. At a point it occurred to me that she might have me confused with someone else. As she continued babbling on about things I was only half listening to though, I came to the conclusion that no one is that much of an idiot.

She ended her stay by bowing and saying she would return at a later date. I wonder if she even realized how little I was actually participated in the conversation…

Either way, she is gone now. The fact that I don’t really are seems to make me able to control my curiosity and rather deep confusion, at least until such a time where she might return.

Run-in del 2

Sat, 07 Oct 2006 18:12:09 GMT

“what... I...” he starts stuttering again “don't ... want to ... I can't kill a child ... I ...” I sneer as I flip us over again, slamming Grae down against the ground, hard, making him cough.

“I am NOT a child!” I’ll fucking kill him. Instead, I lean down to kiss him roughly, moving a leg in between his, to press against his crotch.

“Stop it, STOP IT!!!” he yells and bites into my neck, hard and starts to swallow. I react without thought and tilt my head to the side to give him better access. I am not sure I like this turn of events. Only once before, have I tried being in a situation where someone bit me, without my full consent. Never the less, pushing him away is not an option in my mind.

“You will enjoy it, I know you will” and I am no longer sure what I was trying to say, as slim fingers reaches up to tilt my head even further back, as he keeps drinking... He is draining me...

“NO!” I move back, frantrically, pressing myself away from him, before moving forward again to pull him back down to the ground where I fell I am still in control. “You got me the last time, now it is my turn!” I realize I am being childish, but I really don’t care. He kicks me between my legs, and I feel myself automatically digging my rather long nails into his shoulders, hearing him gasp in pain, as I freeze, trying to catch my breathing. “You are not playing fair...” I croak.

“F... Fair?” he chokes out “How can you... talk about... fair...” and the next thing I know, pain shoots up my arm as he bites into my left hand. “let ... go ... let me ... go ...” he rambles. I grit my teeth and lets go of him with my left hand, instead tightens my grip on his waist with my legs, sitting up on his hips.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head... I won’t kill you” I mumble, surprised that I mean it... For now, at least.

“but I... just might... kill you ...” I feel myself smirking at him.

“you want to, don't you...” I tell him, feeling adrenalin rise in my body in ways I haven’t felt in a long time “I told you so~ Made to... I wonder how much that would actually get you off”

“I don't want to... I...” he hits me, right in the face. That will bruise in the morning, is just about all the thought that passes through my mind before I am kicked in the stomach. I hear him get to his feet beside me, his breathing is hard, and I wonder what is going through his mind as he starts laughing.

I growl and get up, coughing as I try to catch my breath, again. “You do” I state, eyes flashing as I look at him, taking a step closer “To hurt and feed and kill and your pathetic excuses will dry out”

“you ... didn't fer one moment... think I...” he is rambling again, and laughing at me “Stupid little vampire...” he calls me. I frown in annoyance “Your blood already did the trick” I am afraid he might be right. He changed, asking me to fight “What are you waiting for?” he smirks, and I watch in fascination how whatever it was that did it, takes its effect. He smirks. Differently.

“I wanted to fuck you not fight you, but I suppose I can... You are not well. No matter what my blood did for you, you are still not well” I smirk. It is true “who knows, I might even win...”

“you're in way over your... short head...” he states, making me growl. Where does he come off telling me that anyways? I am not all that much shorter then him. A head, maybe? “I don’t get you...” he states, and it is as if he changes again “I don't understand what is going on in your head...” then it turns again “and I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!!!” no shit. I am not sure I do either, and I barely make it to react before he has me pinned against the wall again.

“I...” he whispers “I think I am going to drain you...” and this is the part where I cum in my pants... Well, almost. I groan and smirk at him “What makes you think I will let you?” I ask him. I would let him... I struggle, testing. I can’t get loose. Figures. I won’t bother more then that.

“Hah... I did this. I killed people, do you know?” that was new tones “I was really, really good at it. I could snap your neck with a twist of my fingers...” I bet he could “I could do it slowly, or I could do it quickly...”

I groan “Slowly, please...” and I wonder how much more pathetic I can get.

“Why? Do you... Like, pain?” he tightens his grip. I wonder why... I grit my teeth, but my struggles are down to a minimum at this point.

“What makes you think that?” I breathe hard.

“Do you want to die?” he asks me, and I wonder “Do you want me to kill you?” I swallow and groan.

“Death never worried me much... I live, for someone else” Theodore... I wonder at that, for the barest of a second, but pushes it aside for now, as I rub myself against him. “Tell me, how much do you want to kill me?” I ask him.

He frowns “I... I don’t know.” He seems... Conflicted? How annoying. “No, no, I will not...” is he even talking to me anymore? “You don’t control me anymore” Guess not.

I frown. Great, the freak has a split personality “Are you reaching an understanding?” I ask him.

“What?” did he even remember I was there? “I... Sorry...”

I raise an eyebrow “Uhm... It’s ok? Could you let me go?” I don’t even want to contemplate why he is apologizing to me.

“Oh...” he frowns “I would... Will... Will you promise to attack me again it I let you go?” he asks, and I eply with a raised eyebrow

“You want an honest answer to that question?” I ask. He replies with a yes. “Fine.” I shrug as well as I can all things considered. “No way, I can’t promise you that.”

“Oh...” he looks lost and I swallow the irrational need to giggle and instead lean up to kiss him again, lightly, licking at the wound I made before.”

“I am answered with a palm in the face “Nonono. Not that again, what are you doing?” I groan in frustration.

“Kissing you... I thought that was obvious?” I really did.

“Strange person. You are very odd, do you know that?” I give him a flat look

“So I have been told. You are not exactly n the normal category either you know” I counter, trying not to sound too sulky. He laughs. Not helping.

“What do I do now?” he asks “And I DON*T want your opinion!”

“Well you are getting it, I think, you should let me go, and leave me to do what I want to do... As a matter of fact, I think, you owe me that”

“Why?” he asks me, and I refrain from gritting my teeth

“You humiliated me” I state

“Yes, yes I did” he agrees. I really don’t see what part of this he is not understanding then.

“So I think I have the right to a little payback.” I explain.

“You jabbed me with a needle. I hate needles. I still can’t feel my own fingers properly... And you have blurry edges...” he replies.

“I fail to see your point. You will recover... My ego will never be the same again”

He frowns at me “That is sad.” And I wonder if he is speaking of my situation or me caring about my ego being wounded “I didn’t mean to... Would it be better if I did... Something..?” I raise an eyebrow. “no, actually . I don't think I care ... you're tricking me into believing I care!”

“I am not tricking you...”I tell him... Only trying to a little “What something? Do you care?”

He looks at me before replying “Hot chocolate?” I snort

“You are so unbelievably innocent.” I tell him, and he just blinks at me.

“I am going to go now, okay?” he asks me, and I find myself not wanting him to... I really am out of it.

“... Would you care if I said no” he asks me, and he just stares at me.

“I need to make sue you leave me alone while I get away.” He states, and I cock my head to the side.

“How will you manage that?” he bites his lip. I don’t like that look. Then smiles.

“You won’t notice” he whispers. I mealy groan in reply as I feel his breath against my ear.

“How?” I mumble back. He smiles again. Sadly? Why? How the hell did it come to this?!

“I’m sorry...” he says, before banging my head against the wall, hard before letting me go and I groan as I feel myself slide down the wall, to the ground.

“No you are not...” I mumble, but I don’t think he hears it, as he runs away. I suppose I could pursue again. I don’t, though. I mealy sit there, watching him leave. I should get back to my cell again anyways, before they realize I am gone. I have another hour or so, I suppose.

I get up into a sitting position, and then claws into the wall to get myself up. I cast another sulking look in the direction Grae has now disappered off into. The guy so owes me a cup of hot chocolate...

Run-in del 1

Sat, 07 Oct 2006 15:53:32 GMT

I got out again yesterday. Interesting, to say the least.

I found myself walking down streets, endlessly. I passed a park at some point. How I always seem to manage to get home again, I am not sure I will ever figure out. I pass a playground and enter a more narrow street with houses on either side. It was then, that I looked up, just in time to see someone stop, apparently at the sight of me, and then turn to walk away.

I follow him... Her? Whoever. They pick up their phase as they realize I am following and feeling somewhere between curious and annoyed, I increase my tempo s well.
I almost smile as the person finally stops and turn around, revealing the last person I was expecting to see “You!?” I say, sounding almost accusing.

“You sound surprised for someone who has been following me for the past few minutes.” He says. The statement makes me frown as I let him know I didn’t recognize him. I don’t know if he believed me, but I found that I didn’t really care.

“What are you doing here?” I ask him instead, for some reason finding myself trying to be civil. Apparently he is just going for a walk or something. Then says that if I wasn’t actually looking for him, to please let him pass. Somehow this only seem to pique my curiosity.

“Why not stick around?” I find myself taking a step forward, casually. I roll my eyes at my own actions, thinking back on it. One would think I was asking him on a date... Then again, maybe I was... I haven’t exactly been reasonable, as of late. I blame it on being locked up.

He doesn’t seem happy at the suggestion “to ... what end?” he asks me. Well, my end, obviously... He seems suspicious now and I smirk as I reply that it would be for the entertainment value. True, but maybe too blunt.

That doesn’t seem to go down well “Entertainment?” he asks me, before sighing and telling me that he will leave me now. He seem to consider his ways out of this, before he slowly turns his back to me. He underestimates me.

“Do not turn your back on me!” he growl as I jump forward. This isn’t rational, by any standards. As much as I hate to admit it, I can’t take him. Unless... He turns around and crouches down into a defensive stance, and I find myself backing off, if only a little bit.

“WHY?” he yells at me. He really doesn’t seem to get it, as he tells me he doesn’t wish to fight me. Tells me he doesn’t wish to hurt me unless he has to. This makes me stop, momentarily, and I growl at him. He makes even less sense then I do!

“Why not? You hate me, why not just kill me and get it over with?” I ask him, finding myself genuinely curious. The question makes him frown.

“I don’t...” he starts “I don’t kill.” I don’t know weather to laugh or cry at that statement.

“Don't be ridiculous, of cause you do...” I snap impatiently.

“You think whoever cooked you up did it for the hell of it? I bet you were made for it... What do you think?” I continue as I start circling him. No, I am defiantly not being rational about this.

He is getting pissed, and I can feel it. Relish in it, even. It almost radiates from him, like that annoying power of his. “You don’t... You don’t know me.” I wonder what it is that makes him stumble over his words. Did I hit a nerve? Fuck I hope so... “You know nothing.”

I find myself smirking, true, but I can guess “I know enough to know that whatever you are, normal isn't it....” he sneers at me, but then seems to figure something, and the next thing I know, he makes antiques to walk away again

“Goodbye Daniel.” He tells me. My body reacts faster then my mind registers it, as I jump up in front of him.

“Not done yet.” I tell him, and the next think I know, he has me pinned against the nearest wall. Oh gods, the power. The anger that drove my fist fight with him is no longer there, in this moment. There is no one but myself that I need to win this for. No pride to protect. The fact that he got me last time still irks me, but right now, the mar knowledge that I can get under his skin is enough. Again he tells me that he doesn’t want to fight me. He stares at me, gritting his teeth and I hang there in anticipation, not really able to do much else.

“And yet, I can’t move... You intend for us to stand here all day?” I ask him, cocking my head to the side, and my grin widen as he snarls. He seems confused at me somehow. No wonder. I can barely figure myself out right now. Next think I know though, he releases me, roughly, and I stumble a step forward to keep myself from falling to the ground as he turns to walk away from me again.

I growl in annoyance “Don’t turn your back on me!” I repeat my previous command.

“What do you mean to do?!” he seem almost aggravated “Can you not see the uselessness of your actions?” I smirk at that and pull my syringe from my pocket.

“What uselessness?” I ask him, cockily. He gasps.

“No.” he says “Don’t...” he turns away and starts running. Fool. I growl and throw myself forward, hitting him and tackling him to the ground.

“Any last words?” I grin as he struggles to get free “This seems familiar, don't you think?” I ask him, thinking back to when he tried to run away from Theodore, as I sink the needle into his throat.

“No! Don’t... Don’t...” he pushes me away and gets up, but it is too late for him now. I wonder if he realizes this, as he stumbles and fall. He struggles to get to his knees, as I walk over, moving a hand into his hair, grabbing a firm hold of a part of it to force his head back. I smile down at him.

“W... Why?!” is he scared? He lashes out at me, but misses “Why do you hate me?”

“Humiliation comes to mind...” I say “I don't hate you though... I just want to see you suffer~” I shrug and feel my smile widen as he sneers at me again.

“I am not...” he starts “I am not going to let you...”

“Oh don't worry... I promise you, you would enjoy it....” I lean down to lick at his lips “I just want you to feel what I did. Humiliated~” soft and try...
“S... Stop” he stutters out, making me wonder if he even realizes what it is that I want from him. I barely miss as he starts kicking out at me like a scared child. I force him back down onto the ground.

“It really is amazing that you can still move.” I tell him. Unless I made a mistake when I left the layer, the dose a brought could brig down a horse... I lean down to kiss him. Hard, and I feel him freeze. His lips are not that different from many others. Maybe a bit softer then your average males, but I could live on his helplessness and confusion.

He bites me. Gasping, I lean back, cocking my head to the side as I look down at him while licking the blood from my lips “That hurt.” I state “Hurt good~” I lean down to bite him back, and the scream he makes is music to my ears, as I move a hand down to slide up under his shirt while I start licking the blood from his lips as well.

“Did anyone ever tell you, you taste really good...” I trail off. It wasn’t really a question, and I didn’t expect an answer as I sip a bit more from him “Powerful...” I mumble. At that point he rolls me over, probably trying to get away but ends up landing on tom of me. I swallow a barking laugh at his struggles.

Fri, 29 Sep 2006 22:05:36 GMT

I have been sitting on the floor of my chambers for days now, lulling things over in my head. I suppose it isn’t really because it is expected of me, but rather the fact that there simply isn’t anything else to do, considering that I am stuck here.

The fact that I am beginning to miss the outside world unnerves me to no end. And it isn’t just the world outside my quarters, if it was just that, I could handle it. It would be expected after a while either way I suppose. It is the world above that has me worried. Especially because I can’t seem to wrap my mind around it. I do not understand what it is about it that I am supposedly missing this much.

It has been over two months now, since I recovered from my injuries. Even after I believed I was fully healed I had strict orders to stay below, but for unknown reasons, I disobeyed. Of cause I was discovered. Nothing slips past Theodore. He was of cause less then pleased with me. As a result I am now stuck down here.

Why he believes that depriving me of my freedom would teach me any kind of lesson, I will never understand, as freedom has never really been any kind of issue for me, whether I had it, or not.
What just takes the cake however, is the ridiculous fact that apparently, it matters now.

Half a year. 6 months. 26.09 weeks. 182.62 days. 262 974.383 minutes. 15 778 463 seconds… Nothing to an immortal, really…

At least I got my book back.

It feels like an eternity…

The boredom of being

Tue, 13 Jun 2006 12:38:37 GMT

The last couple of days have come and gone without incident.

Well, almost without incident. Theodor stopped by to inform me that I am not to go outside until I am fully healed. Normally this wouldn’t bother me, if it were not for the fact that I want to find and maim and otherwise kill whoever rendered me in this state.

I am now so unbelievably bored I have actually started to wish for someone else to stop by.

So bored in fact that I have decided to take my journal and start writing about nothing. So far this has taken up all of 11 lines in hand writing.

… I know what they are all thinking. He got what he deserved, he had it coming for a long time and so on and so fourth. For some reason the whole incident has been chopped up to me not being careful enough. After all, the culprit had made his escape as soon as the others had appeared, so he can not possibly have been all that strong.

For now I will dismiss it, there is no use worrying about it as long as they don’t come crying to me when it turns out none of them are strong enough to beat him.

I will get my last laugh in the end. They will not have found whoever it was before I am fully recovered again. I will get him on my own.

Fri, 09 Jun 2006 15:24:34 GMT

I have finally been able to sit up, after lying on my back for almost two days. Completely drained, they said. I vaguely remember them standing over me, feeding me, getting me... Changed?

Humiliating.

I move my hand up to rub my sore eyes before moving my pen down to the pages of my newly acquired diary. It was on my nightstand when I woke up, and I really have no idea who gave it to me. I don't really care either.

The last two days was a blur, but the night before seemed almost carved into my mind. I had been rather agitated. I was going out. For what reason? I couldn't really recall. I was not keen on going outside, and didn't, unless I absolutely had to.

I remember searching. I forget for what and I have a feeling my forgetfulness is not because of my current state of mind, but rather the fact that I just can't be bothered to remember. Apparently, it can not have been that important.

I make a note to find out what it was at some point anyway. Just for further reference.

Either way I didn't find what I was looking for. I found food though, in the form of a girl. Pretty thing. Long brown curls and blue eyes and a smell that intoxicated the air around her. I wonder if she survived. I hope not. I don't care for my leftovers still walking the streets when I am through with them.

I never got to finish either way, so if she is dead, it is because she didn't get help fast enough. I remember how her almost limp body slid out of my grasp and hit the ground. I sneer at the memory of whoever it was grabbing me from behind and sunk his teeth into my neck.

I found that it was male as he drained the life out of me, and he had the nerve to support me against himself as he did. Gently, caressing. Mocking me...

The wounds he inflicted are nearly healed now at least. “You think you are better then them, don’t you?” he had asked, as his nails dug into my torso and drew long lines downwards. “I have news for you though. You are lower then even they are. Filth that should stay in its caves.”

Then he had dropped me. Whoever it was that had found me had not been far off. Maybe they had scared him away?

Or maybe the guy just couldn't be bothered to take my life. I already decided to stick to believing he was scared away. My pride had suffered enough blows already for me to be able to accept the second explanation in any way.