A fearful cry reverberated through the town; a woman fell to the floor in a dark alleyway blood oozing from the bite on her pale throat. A man, who couldn't have looked older than twenty, starred at the crimson liquid covering his hands, his tears rolling down his cheeks. His chartreuse eyes looked at the pool of blood, growling in disgust at his reflection. They flicked back to the woman, and he bent down to examine her. The bite marks were more like a dog's then a vampire's. He was lucky. He could make it look like a vicious dog attack. 'Stupid vampire' he cursed, 'Adonis, you moron, couldn't you have waited to do this until we left the city?'
'But, my dear Orpheus, what was I to do? I was famished, and you obviously weren't going to let us feed until tomorrow night, and I would die by then' The vampire retorted, and Orpheus could almost see the vampire pout in his subconscious prison.
"Oh please." The man murmured, and turned to hear the curious footsteps of one of the villager's.
"Perfect." He hissed, already climbing the fence, and on his way out of the small town. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid, vampire!' he cursed, beginning to run rapidly, much faster than a human's slow pace.
'Stop calling me names Orphee! You know that's not true!' The vampire pouted, glaring at Orpheus.
'Could have fooled me. Now hush, I can't think with your whiny little voice pestering me. Do you want to get out of here alive or what?' Orpheus thought, grateful for the silence that followed.
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The sun beat down on D and sweat dotted his brow. He panted under the heat, cursing himself for wearing black clothes. They were perfect when you hunted vampires, but they weren't really fit for traveling in the summer.
"D. Will you get out of the heat? Haven't you learned yet, or are you just that ignorant?" the hand scolded, but with a quick grip of the reins, his mumbling was quickly muffled.
But he was right. It was terribly hot. He hoped vainly that a town was nearby, or at least someplace cool. It was in his searching that he saw the teen, the boy's lithe from curled up underneath a tree. His chest rose and fell slowly and his head was slouched over in a deep slumber. D raised an eyebrow and rode over to him. He quickly dismounted off the black stallion and knelt down next to the boy. He looked peaceful, almost serene. He was quite attractive as well; he had a feminine body, but a good build. He had light, sandy blond hair that was short, besides a ponytail wrapped in gauze like material on the back of his head.
D reached forward to touch him, but a hand quickly shot up, grabbing his wrist with impressive strength. Chartreuse eyes glared at him and had he not faced down too many a vampire, he would have jumped.
"Do you normally wake sleeping people? It's bad luck, you know." He hissed, throwing his hand away from him, and standing up. He irritably looked up at D, crossing his arms. "Stupid idiot."
"Are you going to take that you lummox?" the hand jeered, forgetting he was in other's company.
The teen looked at D, raising an eyebrow. "Your hand...just spoke? So, you are a freak."
"Like you should talk kid, what kind of..." D closed the hand into a fist to keep anything more from tumbling out of its mouth. "I'm sorry. I was just trying to see if you were alright. And you are. So I'll be leaving." He said, standing up, and turning to face away from the kid.
"Do you know where I could find a place to restock my supplies?" he inquired, turning to look over his shoulder.
"Yeah," the kid replied, "But it's difficult to get to. There's an outpost but it doesn't have much. I'm sure we could stay there for tonight."
"We?" D questioned, turning back around to stare at the youth.
"Yes. It's pretty difficult to find unless you know where it is, which you don't. I was on my way there, but I'm too weak to make it there on foot. And by the looks of it, the heat is slowing you down too. If we go together we might actually get there." He said, matter-of-factly.
D nodded in vague approval and remounted the horse. He held his hand out to the young blonde but the younger man swatted it away.
"I'm no child; I can get on a horse myself." He mounted the horse, and sat defiantly in front of D.
"So we going or what?" he hissed and D, without a word, clicked the reins and started back onto the path, headed towards the small outpost.
"My name is Orpheus, by the way. Yours?"
"D."
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The ride had been, over all, pretty silent. Except, when the hand started up again, complaining about the "child's" presence. Orpheus had been arguing with it for hours, D listening to the spat with quiet amusement. Orpheus, finally reaching the end of his patience, reached over D's hand and clenched it firmly shut. His hand was warm and Orpheus found it slightly pleasant. D looked vaguely intrigued, smirking softly. Orpheus just blushed, hiding his face underneath his bangs.
After that, not a word was spoken.
When they reached the outpost, D went and found a suitable inn, but was unable to find two separate rooms.
"We're all booked dearie, only one room left." The inn keep had told him. Orpheus handed her the money and snatched the key out of D's hand, throwing his bag over his shoulder.
"Hurry up, idiot." He snarled, already climbing the stairs to their room. D rushed after him.
The two of them slept soundly, much to Orpheus's relief, and Adonis didn't awaken from his own deep slumber inside Orpheus, but he brought Orpheus to his land. And there, he tortured him like the curse had foretold.