Brennus Clyde was sitting at a desk in a white room in one of the Umbrella Corporation bases in Europe. He was taken in for questioning due to the fact he was lurking near it, reasons they wasn't so sure of but they were surprised to capture a non human that wasn't exactly a Zombie. The faculty decided to send Albert Wesker to handle the interview with Brennus so that they would learn more information and see if he is of any use for their studies of the virus that's affecting almost the entire world.
Shortly after the man in question walked into the white room, hands firmly clasped behind his back as he entered the room. He stood at the other side of the desk regarding the man sitting opposite behind his tinted shades. His firm jaw serious as he regarded the man. Indeed, it seemed he was not an undead. Then what was he?
The vampire used a finger to push his shades closer to his eyes as the emerald orbs behind them stared fiercely at the other male. "And who might you be?" He said in a husky, semi-pitched voice as he ran his fingers into the spiked, oddly colored hair.
Wesker looked at the man calmly; making no indication after the man addressed him. He looked at the man a bit longer."I think that is supposed to be my question. More precisely, WHAT are you, more than anything." He asked the man.
"Surely, my dear, you should know; and due to the apocalypse of zombies running amok—there are oh so few of us surviving. Blood is the very thing that keeps us alive, and we cannot digest the poison that runs in the bloodstream of the infected. It's been a month and a week since I last fed; and my limit is a three month period." Brennus grinned, letting his fangs reveal themselves just to prove himself.
Wesker lifted his eyebrow at the man. Did he just call him dear? No matter. He stayed about as impassive as always."You are implying that you are a vampire? Do not be absurd. They do not exist." He said to the man in his same, even, emotionless voice as always.
"If vampires don't exist, then zombies don't. Take or leave, these babies aren't fake and they weren't surgical implants either." Brennus pointed to his fangs, which—since they are fully visible—are longer, sharper, and alittle larger than the average human canine tooth.
He continued to look at him with his cold stare, his eyes flaring behind his glasses for just a moment. "Oh, zombies certainly do exist. I of all people would know that. But vampires, I'm afraid, are a whole different story" He told the man, hands still clapped behind his back as he took another step closer to the desk, his coat flapping slightly to lay still once more on his legs.
"But they are under the same category. I could give you more proof, just bring me someone you don't need and I can suck them dry and show you the difference. But at this point I don't feel like satisfying you with trying to prove myself." The Vampire said as he rubbed one of his fangs with a finger, saliva-colored venom slightly leaking from the tip of the sharp appendage. "Just get me blood that's not poisoned by your bloody virus or I'll suck your blood."
Wesker continued to look at the man, his expression never changing. "I know they exist because I created them. It is not the same category." He looked at the careless man, unsure of what to think of him, or it. He decided to test the man and left the room. He came back shortly with a child no older than 11. He gave her to him. "Here, if you are so hungry." He told him without emotion, his eyes flaring once more.
Brennus stared at him with the look of 'you've got to be kidding me.' He sighed and went to shoo the kid out the room. "Not that desperate. But I am hungry. Plus, I doubt you'd wanna deal with the possibilities of that kid turning into a vampire. I can control my venom, but there is a slight chance one can be turned with even the smallest drop of such venom into their bloodstream."
He studied the creature, whether vampire or not a moment. He watched as the girl went to leave the room, but he grabbed her by the head and twisted, breaking her neck immediately. He looked at him. "She was useless. You are weak." He told the man. He looked down at the lifeless girl and then stepped over her. "You will be run though some tests, and then we shall determine what to do with you." He told the man who called himself a vampire.
"Better yet, I'm more interested in what your blood tastes like since you smell better than this child does." Brennus moved closer to the man, just to get a better whiff of the male's scent. "You smell like candy and I doubt it's the cologne you wear."
He backed up from the man, a surprised grunt escaping his lips before he could stop it. He then straightened and looked square at this strange man. "You are free to try, though I suggest against it. It will only end badly for you. You will go through the tests, and you will not touch me. Unless you wish to get sick." He told the man. He looked at him. "What is your name?"
"Brennus Clyde. Also, I wish to attempt it because your scent is driving me nuts. I'll take the risk." Brennus smirked, "Because I once tasted blood tainted by the virus, it tasted horrible but I don't believe it had much effect on me."
"Brennus, I doubt you will meet with success when it comes to going against me. It will just prove to be your own downfall. He then gave a nod and two people came into the room and grabbed Brennus by the arms. "You will be tested. You may either come quietly or get it over with, or you may put up a fight. Either one will have the same end result." He told the man blandly.
"Cocky and fierce—I like that. Did I ever tell you that my grandfather's name was Lucifer? Of course, you never asked about my history." The vampire gave a cocky smirk, not bothering with fighting beck even though he knows he'll survive and perhaps at some point, he'll get to know this man more.
The only indication he heard the man was a slight deepening of the corner of his mouth. Was this man insane? "Very biblical for a vampire I see." He said. He wondered if vampires flinched in the name of god like it was rumored."Christo." He said simply, mentally kicking himself as he said it. He could not possibly be entertaining the idea that he was indeed a vampire. Perhaps some kind of mutation in one of the virus strains, like himself.
"Ew. And also, vampires aren't children of the devil—but I apparently branch off from evil. I've violated quite a percentage of humans before your company unleashed its manmade virus onto the world." Brennus snorted, smirking abit, "Though, thanks for reminding me of something—I didn't notice how much more attractive and fierce you look than the god that's letting everyone die off. How come you weren't god instead?"
Wesker gave a slight huff when he gave that sound. "How very interesting" He told the creature blandly as they walked down the hall towards his personal lab. He glanced at the man at the mention of god and his looks. "I take it you prefer male lovers." He told him, a statement not a question. He continued to stare through the ampere. "I am the new god of this world. Once it is cleansed, it will begin anew and I will be its creator." He told the man emotionlessly.
"Well I don't mind females, but yes I prefer Male lovers…" Brennus responded to the male lover comment. There was a catch—he is abit more cautious when it came to having a mate. He grinned some as he heard abit more about the man being the new god, "Interesting… Maybe once I'm done getting tests, can I be your right-hand man? I'm not sure what use you can have at me, but I am pretty good at violating people and scarring them mentally for life."
"Hm." was his only response. He immediately began to think of ways that he might be able to use this man for his own gain. He thought a moment. "Perhaps" was all he said as they entered his private lab. He nodded to the two people and they hurried off. He grabbed the last man before he could get away. He grabbed him by the collar and offered him to the 'vampire' "Hungry?" He asked.
"Yes, but first, I never really caught your name."Brennus said as he took the offering by the ear and pulled his victim closer to his body. He was still interested in seeing how the blonde's blood tasted like but he couldn't help but be a tease as he ran his tongue against his victim's neck just to feel the fear that vibrated from the lovely snack's body.
Wesker watched as the man licked the victim's neck. "I am known as Albert Wesker." He told the man pointblank, pushing his glasses up on the ridge to his nose higher.
And that was then Brennus dropped the victim and suddenly fell face flat on the floor. The victim, however, stood up and asked, "Did his erection just make him fall down?" as he prodded the vampire with his foot.
Albert looked at the prone figure on the floor. He was quite easily excited apparently. He walked up to the form on the ground, knocking the man out as he went. He turned Brennus on his back and was greeted to see, indeed, that his member was creating a mount within his pants. His mouth twitched slightly, the only proof of the amusement he found in the situation.
Brennus glanced up at Albert as he was turned over, "I never thought I would get to meet you in person. A handful of people spoken bad things about you, so surely you must've had balls and the looks to do what you do—so I must honor this… May I kiss you?"
Wesker was glad the man had heard of him, but not surprised. He was well known as the tyrant who started this epidemic. But when the man asked to kiss him, he was at a loss of how to respond. No person, male or female, who knew of him asked to do anything to him. He either took it from them, or they begged him to do it and would comply when he was in such a mood.
"You don't have to answer." The vampire moved to sit up, making sure he was close enough to the man. He was still hungry for blood, and at this point—his instinct kicked in and he wrapped his strong arms around Wesker to keep the tyrant from moving before he placed his mouth on Albert's neck and sucked on the flesh. He didn't sink his fangs in yet, it was best to tenderize the skin first.
Albert froze as the man hooked his arms around his neck and proceeded to suck on it. He noticed the man had quite strong arms as well. He froze a moment, not stopping the man. On the contrary, the feeling was quite exquisite. He then jerked a bit and went to stand up straight.
Brennus tightened his grip to keep the man down, "Wait until I'm done." He said, emerald eyes glowing into a toxic glow behind his shades as a sign of his hunger. He placed his head back where it was, but instead of sucking on the skin; he decided to pierce the skin with his fangs.
Wesker stopped a moment when the man told him to stop. Contemplating whether he should be willing to comply or not. The man did seem to have some talent, and it had been awhile since he has sated his need. His mind was quickly made up when the man bit into his neck. He gave a mean growl and grabbed the man by his own neck and pulled him off. He felt a slight pleasure run down his spine but ignored it. "I don't think that I will." He said to Brennus. He did not much appreciate someone biting into his neck. If he was to spill blood it would be because he gave it, not because it was taken from him. He was god, not this creature.
The vampire grunted, bit of blood dripping from his lips, "Atleast let me feed off you before I pass out. And if it turns you on I can fix that. I'm hungry, and I'm not at my full power at this point." He sighed moving a hand to grab the other's hand, not to pull it off but to rub at the exact place where one of the points where.
Wesker clenched his jaw a moment, as if contemplating. "If you are hungry, you feed off that man there. I am not a blood bank nor will I be treated like one." He stated. Though he did not say anything about being satisfied, nor did he move his hand away.
"I'm sure you'd need the pleasure more than that guy, and I'm willing to fulfill it if you give me the permission." Brennus said, fingertips brushing along the skin that was on the other male's hand, pinpointing the small points inside it. He was also capable of healing, and so he knew the body and knew where all the energy points were.
His jaw flexed a few more times. He closed his hand, the leather gloves making a cracking sound under the strain. "I will not be fed on by some... leech." He continued, but still did not stop the man from what he was doing. His eyes gave a flare behind his tinted glasses. He then noticed something. "and way makes you think I need to be sated? Surly I can sate myself whenever I wish. I do not need to be fed upon in order to get satisfaction." He told the man icily.
"Because, for me to be your right hand man, I have to please you in ways no one else can. I know the anatomy, I know exactly where the chi points are—I know how to please in those ways. Why not begin testing me for how good I can be?" Brennus eye's continued to glow, the shades down on his nose so that Wesker could see the emerald eyes that were now a very bright toxic green. The vampire was not thinking of glamouring the male—unless Albert decides to stare into his eyes. "And I must warn you… Unless you want to be hypnotized, don't look at my eyes when they are glowing like this."
He felt a small, unnoticeable shiver run down his spine at the thought of such pleasures. But of course, he was not all that young any longer. He had learned a few things himself. He deliberately looked the man in the eyes. "If I could not resist such a simple thing as that, then what kind of god would be, pray tell." He told the man. He felt a little light headed at first, but otherwise his eyes had little effect on him. He brought his own hand up, removing a glove and running a finger down the man's cheek caressingly. "I will not be fed on." He repeated to the man.
"Heh, very well then." Brennus smirked pulling his hand away and moving to get up. "I'll feed on your pawn." Then his expression changed, no longer smirking as he held the fierceness in his eyes. "I'm sure you'll find more enjoyment when someone else gets a boner when I suck them dry."
Albert gave a scoff. "I prefer my pleasure to given to me by actual need, not the feel of some leeches fangs in my neck. I am completely capable of getting pleasure by whatever needs I desire." He responded to the man, but turned to watch him none the less.
The Vampire snorted, going over to the man that wasn't booted out yet, made sure he was standing straight before running his tongue against the flesh of the neck. He was also making sure that Wesker had a good view to take in every detail of it as he continued tenderizing the skin my licking and sucking.
He reviewed what Brennus was doing with a calculating eye. Indeed, he did seem to have a skilled tongue, as he recalled from the previous moments before. Indeed, he did not mind that so much, but he was not a lowly human to have blood sucked by a mosquito. He was not nearly so desperate. Though he would not have minded putting the creature's skills to the test...
Brendon churred some, sucking and licking his victim's skin alittle more before he pierced the skin with his fangs and commenced in drinking the blood. Personally he liked Wesker's blood better, but the man didn't want his blood sucked off so this is what he'll have to make do for now.
Albert watched the man sink his teeth in and he could not help but sip a small breath, holding it for barely a second. This man was intriguing indeed.
The vampire drank as much blood as he could, almost draining the victim entirely but he stopped and pulled his fangs away. He took out a knife that he had hidden in his combat boot and stabbed it in the victim's head so that he wouldn't have a chance on being an undead. "Sorry for having to kill your pawn, some of your blood was in my mouth when I went to feed on him." He said as he made damn good sure that the victim remained dead before pulling the knife out and licking the bodily fluid off the blade while glancing at Wesker.
He waved a gloved hand carelessly. "There are always pawns lining for me. I can easily replace him. He is neither strong nor smart. Not a waste at all. I was actually going to use him to test my newest batch of creatures. But all the same. He was useless and caused more trouble than he was worth." He told the creature as he pulled the knife out and licked it. He then looked at him. "I suppose I can still feed the remains to them. I am sure they will not matter. I do not care to have a corpse stinking up the place." He told the man indignantly.
Brendon chuckled, sheathing the knife back into his boot once he finished licking the blood off it. "To be honest, I prefer your blood even though I only got to taste only a pinch. You probably don't really understand when it comes to tasting blood since you aren't a blood sucker, I'm sure you have a pretty good idea though." He smirked, "what should I do with the corpse? The smell will probably irritate me once it starts rotting."
Wesker looked at him once more, still completely composed. "Yes well, I am glad it is so enjoyable to you, but you are still not getting any of it." He stated blandly. He looked down at the body. "I suppose that depends. I will dispose of it, of course. But you may remain here, or you may come with me to see my newest experiment. I still do not believe you are a vampire, but you are indeed something. I would like to see what you think of it." He told the man looking down at the unmoving man on the floor. "After that we can do your testing."
"Sure, why not?" Brennus smirked, moving to pick up the corpse and hold it over his shoulder, "I'll carry for you. I'm sure it'll be easier for you to punch in codes without having to haul a dead body." He said. "Since my thirst has been sated, at this point I am at my full power. And if you wish to keep me at my full power, I suggest feeding me on a weekly basis."
He turned around without a word and headed for his private lab. When a worker went by they would always look away from him, nodding sometimes or just scuttling away in fear. Some did not show it as well, but were sure to keep a respectable distance. Others more would stop to look at the man following behind him with the dead body. A swift glance at them sent them scuttling away in fear. He looked behind him. "I am working a few, but since you are a... guest. I will let you choose which you which you want to see. I have eight doors." He said as he punched in an access code and then lifted his glasses to have his eyes scanned. The door opened smoothly for him and he walked in, lowering his glasses back onto his nose. It was very roomy, with an upper lever looking down at a little arena. Another door on both the left and right of leading to different places. There were seal tight doors on the lower levels that kept his experiments within until he had use of them. There was another section of caged people. Those he was using and testing for said experiments. He walked to the left, punched in another code then grabbed the body of the man and disappeared. Giving the man a look not to follow. He soon came back out and then looked at him, waiting for him to choose one of the eight doors.
The vampire had followed until they reached the destination and was motioned to wait as the tyrant fed the corpse to whichever experiment Wesker was feeding it to. "Eight eh…" He rubbed his chin, which was abit rough since he didn't have a good razor to keep the growing beard trimmed during his time trying to survive the apocalypse. "Which one is your best? I would love to see the best one you got."
He glanced over at him and then went over to the board. He pushed a button and the man's body fell into the lower level of the room. He contemplated which one he thought was best. They were all still in the experimental stage. He then pushed a button and the creature was immediately upon the man, devouring him and tearing it to shreds. It ate savagely and then began to run, roaring in its wake, climbing upon the walls and leaving a trail of blood as it did so. "This one is the fiercest one I have, though it is not very good when it comes to intelligence..." He told the man. It was undoubtedly his best integration as of yet.
"Intelligence is difficult when you create something, but the importance is: does it have the necessary knowledge to survive and strike its prey before the prey strike it?" Brennus rubbed his rugged chin some more as he glanced to Wesker. "Intelligence wouldn't matter as long as it has the instinct of survival. Take Charles Darwin for granted."
Albert glanced at the man, slightly impressed by his knowledge but said nothing about it. "That is the main problem. It has little intelligence at all. It's only instinct is to feed. As far as defending itself or even running in danger, it seems to have little inclination of such things. Though it makes up in power. Like that of a shark in a blood frenzy. It does not have the intelligence to properly discern whether it is friend or foe, or if it can be defeated, but it is still lethal none the less." He told the man, noticing him scratching at his scruff but saying nothing about it.
"There is the option of training it; I can be a liable trainer. It may be stupid of me to risk my life to train your experiments—but if the end result is pleasing, it's worth it. Also, I have weird ways of escaping death; reasons I'm still so unsure of. I just think that Death is too much of a pussy to take me to hell." Brennus smirked.
He looked at the man and gave a scoff. "I think I do quite well. Most do as they are told. Those who don't still have their purpose. They are all still only in the testing stages, they are not the final stage." He told him, glancing at him from his peripheral vision.
"Heh, I wouldn't mind a challenge—it got too easy out there with the zombies walking around, and what I mean by easy is that; I didn't need to use guns to kill them. Especially the Zombie animals, they're fun to decapitate." Brennus crossed his arms some, "Heck I even made a game out of it—Kill of the week. Too bad there are so few intelligent survivors that actually play it."
He looked at the man full on. "If they are too intelligent, it would be hard to find the strong from the weak, of those who deserve to live in my new world that I have created." He stated. He cared little about what the man did in the past. It did not matter now.
"Many would think I'm a man fueled by lust, but to be honest—I'm guided my instinct. One does not always need to think in order to fulfill, thinking is good, but not when it comes to something that requires instinct and skill." The vampire said, smirking some.
"And yet instinct can get you killed. The wolf urges to hunt the sheep, stupid and tamed by man. But unless it uses its logic and keeps away, they will die. The man will become angry and the wolf will be killed." He told the vampire. He preferred to use logic whenever possible. He was a man of logic. Logic gained power, plain and simple.
"And I'm still alive, either its luck or the afterlife isn't ready to handle me yet." Brennus chuckled, "Well, I'm sure we should get started on testing me, I've been postponing it by having a conversation with you. It's been too long since I've actually talked with anyone for that matter. The last time I talked to someone—they shot me in the back when I was trying to help them get to a safer area. I should've just hypnotized them, drank their blood and then killed them."
He glanced at him once more, indicating a hand at a seat for him to sit. He did not feel like going to other labs any longer when he could run the tests on his own in his own lab. "Indeed though I prefer logic. I do not underestimate the power of luck. I have been intercepted too many times to not believe in luck." He stated bluntly. Damn that Chris Redfield and his impeccable timing.