A/N: Hello dears, I must say that I'm sorry for the long break. I had things to do (such as a master degree to finish, papers to publish, tests and alike). I also had a hard time with this chapter as I kind of know what I want but am not able to write it. I'm sorry it's so short.
Warnings: The same as always for now.
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Chapter 6 – Vampires and violence
It was actually a pretty fun situation and, even ifTsvetan hadn't liked the idea when Alin had first told him so, now he thought that there was no better thing than to watch it. His strawberry blond companion fumed over their new "guest" and he was close to a breaking point. Of course, being the loyal mate that he was, Tsvetanwould never move a finger to make the situation not even a little bitbetter.
Alfred hadn't been a bad guest, far from it, he had been sleeping like the dead the whole time. That was exactly the problem since Alin wished to interrogate the American. With the dick asleep there was nothing that he could do and it was a waste of time to use his powers. Whenever the Romanian tried to use the blue eyed vampire'sdreams to pick some information up, all that he would get were pitiful moans and whimpers about ghosts on the forest. He was pissed off.
Tsvetan was loving every secondof it.
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It was a nightmare. Yes, that should be it. There wasno way that gh-ghosts were real. The dead didn't simple get out of the afterlife just to get vengeance (no mater that he also shouldn't exist). Alfred could feel that he was asleep, a kind of conscious dream? He didn't know how to call it, but he knew he was asleep and had to wake up.
But what if he woke up to… For God's sake, he had to calm down and think. There was nothing to be scared of! He had just fainted for lack of blood. Yes, that must have beenit. He remembered getting worried about getting near his coworkersand losing control.
- No ghosts. Nops. They weren't real…
His dream self said. He knew he was dreaming and had to wake up, but all he could see was a mist...
… Andsometimes he could feel it. That unnatural and scary voice would call for him, just ashe was trying to get up it would call him, instigate him, and he could feel: cold, oh so cold fingers ghosting his skin, even colder breath would play with his sensitive ears.
Every time that happenedhe would whimper, it all scaring the shit out of him. The shock wouldknock him back,out of the thin thread of consciousness he was starting to get a hold on.
It's been... How long has it been since he last prayed? He couldn't remember, but even if his soul was already doomed because ofthe atrocity thathe became, he prayed that he was just over reactive, that the forest was a dreamand there were no ghosts.
- Yeah… There was no way that gh-ghosts would go after a hero.
His voice was a whimper, another pitiful moan leaving his lips as that voice came back to mock his sanity.
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Tsvetan was having the time of his (undead) life. It had been ages since he last saw the strawberry blond get so pissed off and it was always such a joy to watch… Though things were getting too offhand.
A pissed Alin was enjoyable to see, a murderer one wasn't. He didn't wish to fight againsthis companion at the moment, unspeakable things usually happened whenever the older vampire was like that.
Looking out ofa window of what was now Alfred's temporary room, he shivered as a memory came back. The Bulgarian and the Romanian vampireswere both elders and strong, but a frenzied blond was unstoppable. Scratching his head, the black haired vampire sighed. Alin was, after all, if not the first, one of the firsts vampires and certainly the Romanian was a force that not even the hunter's guild wished to approach. Hell, who would want get near such maniac?
Venomous and slit like green eyes were reflecting the moon's light as the black haired vampirewondered that. "Oh, right…". He was probably the only one out there to goup against Alin. Even if the other was famous, he was the one behind that fame getting spread out (just for the sake of pissing the blond off). Thinking that, the Bulgarian smirked and left the window to try and wake their prisoner up.
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- Fuck you!
Maybe that wasn't the most appropriate thing to be said in his position, but Arthur couldn't care less. Adrenaline and instinct told him to run and the burning pain he was getting from the tattoo redoubled his will to flee even more.
Probablyit was because his tattoo was burning his insides as venom that he never stopped trying to get free. To break free of those bindings was easier said than done, even with all his strength he couldn't move a bit from those shackles and ashe couldn't use his magic against the other, it was useless.
He knew it was uselessand it made him even more restless to get away.
Ivan didn't bother to reply, why spoil the fun that he had watching his prey squirm in a fruitful attempt to break free? Oh no, he would let the other's panic grow even more, in the meanwhile he had to finish his reading choice. Somewhere deep inside Ivan knew that it was useless to vent his anger and frustration on his fellow hunter, that it wouldn't change the past…
… He knew it and his insides twisted knowing what he was doing to the other, but nothing could erase what was done, even so… Even so, even if his own soul got twisted by it, he hadto keep going on, there couldn't be any more doubts and weakness on him. Weakness, the trust his family had on Arthur's was what had killed them and…
No, he couldn't think about that. Hands shaking because of the memory he put his facade again, calming himself so he wouldn't tear the diary he had on hands. He read whatwas set before his eyes, it was so childishly naive to keep a record like that one that his fake smile becamea smirk as he turned the pages.
- You got such aninteresting diary here.
The other growled and the Russian giggled. Forgotten were those feelings of doubt, buried where they belong.
- Fufufu~ sorry, you call it a journal, right? I don't see the difference, da? Only children need to keep one.
Arthur was afraid, sure, but now he was annoyed as well. "Wanker! No matter the guild, no matter vampires, I'm going to kill YOU!". His feelings were set on that, after everything that was done to him, only anger prevailed and even if it was an unending circle of hatred, he would finish Ivan off!
Arthur knew he didn't stand a change, he knew that, but if he had to chose between being scared or pissed, well, he was an adult and could stand a little pain… He hoped so.
Ivan found it amusing that the younger hunter tried so hard to break free. "Hehehe, such a cute child, maybe next time I shouldtake the shine out of those acid green eyes~. Maybe I should even take one of those emerald like orbs back home with me, to keep as a precious stone inside a beautiful jar!". It was fun to toy with the other, but being done with his reading and not wanting to give a rest (and a chance for those buried feelings to come out again), he approached the bound blond and teased the skin of his thighs with his ever present pipe.
The smile on the platinum blond's face was provoking and Arthur wanted to rebut and swear but the cold metal against his thighs made him lock his jaw. The fear of what could happen (again) resurfaced with fire as the previous' day wounds started to sting all over. Yes they were dressed and clean, he even had forgotten them, but the place still stank of blood as a reminder. There still was blood on the pipe and that experience he didn't want to repeat ever again.
Ivan, unfazed by the other's silence or trembling limbs said out loud the part that he had read.
- So… "even though Dhampirs are a great help to hunt vampires down, they will never be reliable". Eh, why would you say so?
It was so easy to fall into the routine of torture the other, that way no unpleasant things surfaced. He sat down near the Brit, caressing his hips, eyes focusing on the pages. For now the pipe was a warning, not a complete threat. Ivan didn't mind thelack of response for now, the reaction would come soon, for now he would poke the other a little more and then he would punish the boy.
- You also say "that is linked due to the fact that even if the half vampires most of times side with the humans, their animosity to the guild is deep. Infertile beings, it is said that the guild used them to experiment weapons against those leeches". Eh, you wrote this down when you was sixteen? How did you get a hold of such confidential documents? You're such a bad boy Arthur!
Ivan could see that the other was biting the bait as a fish would. Even if Ivan like to torment the other, he never did so without a "reason", as trivial as said reason could be.
- Some of us actually get prepared before fighting vampires, it's easy enough to get that kind of information. Maybe if your family did the same, they would still be here, no?
Arthur used a smug tone, but soon the smirk that he was displayed saying that vanished as Ivan got pissed off. Looks like Ivan didn't have to wait long to get a chance to use his pipe again, maybe this time he would tear something for good.
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He had no idea of where he was. First he was getting out of his house to meet people from work and maybe hunt, then there was this dude above him. Even in his still sleepy like state he could see that the other wasn't unpleasant to the eyes per see: jewel like green eyes, black silk like hair and smooth skin,but his smell…
He smelled like the dead.
- So, sleepy beauty, no "thank you" for the kind knight that woke you up?
There was a smirk on the other's voice and Alfred could see those green eyes shine with… What was that? Why was his mind so… He hadn't feel like that since Gilbert-
Alfred knocked the other off him, trying to get his surroundings and move away from the other. In doing sohe fell from the bed and hit the floor in a tangled mess of sheets.
- Hahaha, you're so funny! What was your name again? Alfred? Yes, I think that was it. Are you afraid boy?
Alfred got up and made a run to the only door he could see, he felt those eyes burning his insides. "Oh no, no way, nops, not again..." when he was in the middle of the room, the green eyed guy knocked him down and straddled him, grabbing his shin and making blue eyes fix on green ones.
As soon as the contact was made, Alfred was done for. His body lay limp beneath the other's, his (not needed) breathing fast as he knew that look: the look of a predator. The other's hand mock petted him in comfort as the smirk turned even more twisted.
- Oh, are you afraid? You don't need to be! You know how it goes right? It's nothing new, you won't die… I only need to touch your memories…
Cold breath touched his neck, a freezing tongue licked his skin and at the same time as a hand covered his mouth, pearl white teeth sank into his vein.
- Hmm~
Alfred was terrified, the pain of the bite being nothing like the terror of what could happen. What was he doing? Why was he doing that? Who was he? Loads of questions washed his mind, but theywere soon overtaken by memories: he watched them as if in a film. His own movie, things that he wanted back and things that he didn't want to endure ever again. Then his body felt hot, hotter than ever, hotter than he ever felt possible with his undead body.
And so he moaned. He moaned and rubbed himself withthe other's body and begged and saw white and then everything faded again.
- Tsk, maybe I drank a little too much, Alin won't like that… BUT, I got us the information, so don't even begin to bitch me around, you lazy ass!
Tsvetan's voice was cheerful as helooked behind himself, where furious red eyes watched him.
- You dared to bleed my prey Tsvetan, why shouldn't I rip open your throat and drink from itsgaping hole?
The Bulgarian looked unamused, casually he got up and sat down the couch.
- Because, as I said, I got us information: the American knows nothing of that idiot's whereabouts. To be honest, he knows basically nothing of our species at all. I told you that the idiot shouldn't be let loose on the world and now look at this-
He pointed to Alfred, as if he was some pest.
-that's what happen when we let loose an idiot.
Alin had calmly walked over the blond and knelt. He was weak, too weak. He probably hadn't been feeding right and now his moronic roommate almost drank him dry. He put the boy on his lap and cooed him with his powers to bite his exposed neck. The act made the green eyed vampire gulp and exhale want and lust, but he wouldn't give the other not even a drop of it.
-Even if you've found out that, I don't remember saying that you could do so. Should I remind you again who makes the calls on all this? You are powerful, very powerful, but I'm more. I'm the first and even if my legend was a stunt accredit to your big mouth, there's a reason it's a legend.
Tsvetan shut up at once. Okay, maybe he had played too far this time, but he couldn't help it… The other was so… young. Even if he was a vampire he had a purity on his being that he found alluring. Some of them were like that: a beckon to attract others of them only tobe sucked dry, left to die.
There was a noise, a moan and the Bulgarian got to his feet at once. It was not Alin who had made the noise, but the American. Ancient's blood could do a lot of things and it looked like Alfred was affected a lot by it. Tsvetan had to leave before he infuriated the red eyed blond even more.
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- You sure is a greedy glutton.
"Who is it?"
Silence, darkness, nothingness. Alfred' world was that, but that voice… Where had he heard that before? He asked again inside his mind.
"Who is there?"
His mouth, he felt something inside it, he was sucking something and it felt like the best thing he had ever touched. That was a far cry from what his body felt like: his muscles hurt for being stressed to move (in vain) and his pants felt uncomfortably… clammy.
- You had enough, now wake up and let's be done with it.
"What?"
Alfred didn't know why, but he didn't wish to leave that place. It was comfortable and uncomfortable and safe. He felt safe and in peace, something that he hadn't feel since he was turned.
- You better not waste my time and get up, for I tire of this shit.
Alfred tried to hold on this darkness, but he was stolen of it as abruptly as he was left inside it. When he woke up, he was sitting on the lap of a…
- Oh God!
He tried to get up but was held by invisible strings. The memories of what just happened flashed as a red danger light and he looked at the guy again. Those red eyes were piercing and alluring at the same time. It wasn't like with those green eyes that he couldn't get away, now he felt like he didn't want to get away. His hair was strawberry blond and looked so pleasant that Alfred wished he could touch it, as he wished he could touch those soft lips, the white of the fang that could be seen, made him even more attractive.
- Now that you're awake, shall we talk?
The guy smirked and it send cold chills over his spine.
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A/N: First of all I always forget to say this, but thanks for reading, reviewing, following… It's pretty fun to talk about this plot with you and I'm sorry that it's taking so long to be over, but, as I said, I didn't have it all planned over when I began.
Second: yes, I'm trying to make Tsve and Alin's relationship ambiguous.