NOTE AT THE BOTTOM!
"Yuma... when was the last time you felt completely alone..." The young pink haired boy asked as he stared blankly at a wall, sitting cross legged on his bed. Yuma looked up at him and wasn't quite sure if he truly wanted an answer to that question. Haruto was laying on his lap having cried himself to sleep after seeing Thomas' mutilated body. He was blaming himself for everything and Mihael had not said a word... until now.
"I mean, really alone. Having absolutely no one with you. I know it's a foolish thing to ask you... when your father and mine went on that expedition and... just never came home... that's when the loneliness started. My mother already dead... yours died the same way right? Childbirth? To think, we are the reasons we started to feel lonely... But now? Now I have no one. Christopher and Thomas are gone... I'm actually alone... I'm so scared Yuma..." He was crying at this point, his head in his hands as he shook with sobs. Biting his lip, Yuma gently shifted the sleeping child off of him and walked over to the other, sitting and wrapping his arms around him to pull him into a hug.
"I..I know it's scary, Mihael. But you aren't alone, really. You have all of your friends here who will help you through this. Like me... I'll always be here for you..." Yuma gives his best smile when the elder looks up at him, his big green eyes wet with tears.
"Thank you, Yuma..." The younger simply offered him another smile and hugged him tightly. He wasn't quite sure what Mihael would do now that he was completely on his own. It was a huge mansion and that would only heighten the fact that he didn't have anyone with him, the thought was honestly haunting to Yuma. The empty rooms and hallways, the large vacant dining room and having to eat in there... Yuma had Akari and his grandmother and he was more than thankful for that.
"Oh... I have an idea, Mihael!" The elder was about to ask him what he was up to but before he could, Yuma ran out of the room and told him to watch after a sleeping Haruto. He sighed simply and pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs and hugging them close to him.
[ With Mizael ]
The blonde sat in the back of the Varian hangout, his eyes staring at nothing in particular. He didn't even notice that Durbe was behind him until he finally spoke up.
"Why are you still so angry? We took out our revenge?" Mizael blinked slowly at the voice and looked over at his leader before sighing and looking away.
"I can feel my strength draining away, Durbe. We need that boy."
The elder of the two scoffed and leaned against the bar, looking over at the blonde with a doubtful look. "Do you really think we'll be able to get him now that we've killed two lycans? Not to mention he already knows what you look like, so that makes the plan even harder..." Before he could continue, the blonde stood up and huffed rather loudly.
"Don't you think I know that? You saw me earlier Durbe, just imagine all of us with that strength. I was able to kill a lycan with my own hands. I need- we need his blood." They both stared at each other for what seems like hours. It's one of their silent conversations that they always have, because they both know each other so well. Durbe was the first - he was the only - person that Mizael ever trusted, he remembers the first time they met very well.
[ Flashback ]
It wasn't always a life of glitz and glamour for the blonde, his home life had been the exact opposite actually. He was born into a very poor family, in fact his family were all beggars on the street. Mizael was raised being taught how to steal food from stores and how to break into homes to steal goods to sell. But by the time he was old enough, stealing food wasn't going to cut it anymore. Mizael was the beauty of his family and his parents knew that his looks would bring in money.
That's how he took to walking the streets at night and giving pleasure to disgusting, rich old men who imagined their wives were young boys. With his pretty blue eyes, blonde flowing hair, and porcelain skin, he was popular and brought in large amounts of money. At first, he did it all for his family but eventually, their greed became too much. His parents used the money for their own good. They demanded more from him and when the greed became overwhelming, he ran away and joined a run down brothel. It wasn't anything fancy, but he had a roof over his head and all the money he brought in was for himself (with a good amount going to the headmistress, of course).
The night he met Durbe was an eventful one to say the least. The brothel was holding one of their usual parties, where potential clients would come and mingle with the guest. As usual, Mizael was surrounded by men willing to throw their wallets at him for a chance to be with him even for one night. He was about to pick the one he thought would pay the most until a pair of grey eyes met his own.
The man in question was a complete paradox. His grey eyes were dull but sharp and captivated Mizael to his very core. He looked young but at the same time, he looked like he had lived years of a life worth living. Brushing past the former suitors, he didn't hesitate to rush over to the stranger. If he had wasted any time, someone else would've snatched him away. As he approached him, their eyes met again and the hold didn't break until the blonde stood only inches away from the grey haired stranger (from this distance, he noticed that he was relatively shorter than he thought, but he could easily ignore that).
"You don't seem like the type who would frequent brothels..." Mizael mused softly, tilting his head as he watched the other.
"You don't seem like the type who would work in a brothel. But then again, all whores are pretty deceiving." At that, the blonde scowled and took a few steps back. Of course he knew what he was; a prostitute, a hooker. A whore. But he never liked it when people called him that (outside of dirty talk) and he definitely wasn't going to take it from some stranger.
"That's big talk from someone so tiny. Did someone laugh at your miniscule dick or something?" Mizael spat out and only frowned when the stranger laughed at his attempted insult.
"Miza-chan, you're so cute." He said cooly, earning a wide eyed stare from the blonde.
"How do you know my name?"
"I know so much about you. You're so intriguing really, your whole back story. You were once this crafty, timid boy who would steal for his family. Now look at you; putting on a front that you think you're this beautiful sex god while you hide your tears as you suck the dicks of creepy old men and take it up the ass." At that, Mizael slapped the stranger across the face, the sound of the smack filling the room. All of the eyes turned to them and all Mizael could do was turn away and run to his room.
The next time he saw him, Mizael was out buying cigarettes. Suddenly, the aura changed and when he looked for the cause, his eyes connected with the familiar grey ones. He frowned almost immediately and quickly picked up a pack of cigarettes, paying for them at the register and heading towards the door.
"Not even a hello?" The stranger spoke up and Mizael glared at him.
"So you can call me a whore again? No thanks."
"You suck dick for a living. What else are you?" The grey eyes stared down the blonde and all Mizael could do was huff and continue to glare.
"I'm not a whore, I'm a... sex specialist-"
"Oh, that is rich."
"Shut up! Who the fuck are you to come up to me and start calling me such disgusting names?! I don't know how you know about my past but it gives you no right to talk to me however you damn well please!" The stranger simply gave him a small smile.
"Do you trust me, Miza-chan?"
Raising an eyebrow, Mizael laughed dryly and flipped him off before storming out of the store. It was a foolish thing to ask if he trusted someone so cruel, but deep down inside, he was still drawn to that stranger.
The next few times he saw him, Mizael found himself falling for him more and more. It wasn't like he could avoid him. He saw him at the brothel every night, almost every corner he turned he saw those grey eyes. It was like the man was tracking Mizael, hunting him down until he broke and allowed himself to be captured. And he did, he was captured almost right away.
Mizael himself doesn't remember how it all fell into place. He just remembered confronting Durbe one night when he shows up at the brothel once again. The blonde pushed the shorter man into his bedroom and shoved him onto the bed, all while doing his best not to be mesmerized by those haunting eyes. The other is eerily silent during this but it doesn't stop Mizael from starting his rant.
"Why do you keep bothering me?! What do you want?! Do you still want to know if I trust you, hm? Fine! I trust you. I do, I - for some reason - have found myself falling for you and trusting you despite the fact that you've been stalking me and pestering me for whatever fucking reason. So tell me, what do you want?" And that was all Durbe needed. His lips curved into a dangerous smirk and there was a glint in his usually dull eyes that made Mizael stagger back a little bit.
When the other stood and started to make his way towards the blonde, Mizael found himself backing up onto the wall. He was trapped as soon as he felt the other's body press itself flush against his own, a hand moving up to cup his pale neck. Mizael winced once but relaxed under the touch, his blue eyes looking up into the elder's.
"Just relax..." He whispered, and before Mizael could question it, he felt a pair of fangs tear away at the flesh of his neck and pierce into him. But he didn't scream, he just did what he was told, he simply relaxed and let him take control.
[ End Flashback ]
A small smile came to Durbe's lips as he remembered it all. He picked Mizael because he knew that he was miserable and needed an escape, and who else could provide that for him but Durbe himself? He remembered having to teach the blonde how to act as a vampire, how to control his urges. It wasn't easy of course, for a few good years he was a ripper; he would ravage through towns and kill almost everyone just to get a good fix. The extra feeds were good, but the carnage was something that Durbe was never comfortable with. Now he was tame, and with the additions of the others, they were unstoppable. Which... was Mizael's point.
"We're unstoppable, Durbe. We could easily find that boy, kill all his pathetic human and lycan protectors, and have the feed of our lives. Do you know how powerful we'd be?" The grey haired male simply looked up at the blonde, that dangerous smirk on his lips once again.
"Looks like we have a battle to start." And in that moment, Mizael once again remembered why he fell for this stranger and trusted him so much.
Wow, long time no see huh? I am so sorry for the sudden disappearance, but so many things came up. I was actually preparing for college only for it to turn out that I won't be attending for a few good months. So with this extra time I plan on updating frequrntly again and getting things back on track. Once again, I am so so so sorry for the delay. This chapter is five pages long so I hope that makes up for things! Tear Me Away will be updated soon!