Author note: Haha, so it seems people still want some DavidXCelia… hmm, I guess I have been lax in any kind of connection between them… hmm, well, we will see… I still loves my curly menace.
However, for the David lovers this chapter is for yous! Well part of it.
Chapter start
The smell hit him first. David titled his head and sighed, breathing in the iron scent of blood coating the air. He sent a glare to the full moon, focusing on the sire bond that constantly twanged in his head. Celia was relaxed and fully content, no sense of urgency to her, no starvation for now.
The door was akimbo, making him wonder just how she had managed this. Had she pounced immediately or something? He hadn't been aware she was stalking anyone so her coming to a house was interesting to say the least.
He wandered in, hearing nothing but the TV and stereo blaring loud enough to have someone file a noise complaint. That certainly explained the police cruiser parked outside. The empty cruiser…
David found the first body in the entryway, neck a gaping hole in the corpse, arm shredded from where Celia had gripped with her talons, talons she wielded with startling alacrity. The second he discovered in the kitchen next to the opened fridge, a carton of milk spilled around his head, which was missing the top of his scalp.
She had tried to wash the dark locks down the sink, causing it to overflow since she neglected to turn the faucet off. There was blood in the microwave overflowing from where she had tried to boil it for consumption. Odd ideas always seemed to be striking her, half-cocked things she forgot about and made messes with. She had obviously set the timer too long and been distracted, causing the contents to explode.
He finally discovered the bulk of the massacre in the living room. The cop corpses were strewn about with haphazardly tosses motions. One head was hanging from a ceiling fan, the blue hat tossed jauntily over its still dripping skull.
The other cop was lying over a chair, pants down around his ankles, the vicious bite riding on his inner thigh, with further evidence of her using her talons to dig down to the muscle. This one had obviously thought he was getting lucky, Celia probably using her abilities against him to make him ignore everything else but her.
She was heavy with her glamour, sometimes unintentionally. Nevertheless, she was fast learning how to control that particular ability due to it being David who had turned her. The stronger the sire, the stronger the fledgling. A simple rule and often why only the more powerful vampires of a coven ever became sires.
All this wasn't what made him feel like cursing.
"Oh for the love of fucking hell," he swore irritably.
Celia immediately looked up from her reclined position on the couch. She had been watching the TV with rapt attention, kicking her legs slowly through the air. The sight of David instantly sent her senses reeling, as usual. In her week of being a vampire, she had learned to expect this and even relish it.
David was giving her 'the look' and she grimaced, knowing why he was irritable. Celia still hadn't mastered any form of finesse and, to make matters worse, she enjoyed tearing into things, dismantling the bodies for fun and then posing them. She never would have learned this darkness as a human but one nobody could halt as a vampire.
The result was she was often bloody, having not learned to dodge the splatter. David stepped up and knelt by her spot, his hand lifting her hair, fingers running through it to capture some of the blood onto his gloved hand.
He shook his head, curiously wondering if he should bother scolding her. Max was calling to him, demanding he bring Celia into his home. David felt reluctant to listen, as though his sire could hurt his first fledgling. He was still new to it so he didn't know how to combat the feeling just yet but he was adapting. He wasn't positive how long he could put the meeting off.
"Go shower and find something clean to change into. I'll clean this mess up." In the end he just let it go, deciding she was still too young to really learn how to control the deeper and darker urges she would combat. Celia left, vanishing up the stairs.
Celia had the water as hot as it would go but even then, it barely dented her skin, not even making a blush of red appear along her pale skin. The blood was sluicing off with her every move as she tilted her head, watching it vanish down the drain. The only color coming from her was from the four bodies she had consumed.
Her tongue darted out as she thought about them, hunger swelling once again.
Marko had admonished her just a few days ago about her feeding habit. She couldn't stop herself, really. After the first few mouthfuls, she lost herself in it, and she destroyed the person under her, wasting precious liquid due to it. She never fully drained the victim, half the blood spilling around and over her, dirtying her clothes and making clean up interesting. Marko enjoyed cleaning her up especially.
Shockingly enough Dwayne was the only other one who had reaper tendencies so he stuck closer to her, trying to show her how to not rip her victims to shreds.
Even when the water turned cold, she felt only a little chill, like rain almost. She shut the water off before she made David too irritable and darted into the teenager's room she had found.
The girl had been a real beauty, prom queen royalty in the making. Now her mouth was open in a scream, glass from the crystal lamp Celia had shattered imbedded in her neck. By the time Celia had found her the new vampire hadn't felt like feeding, stomach sloshing with all the contents in it.
She grinned lightly when she saw the corpse, before tossing open the closet and pawing through the hanging clothes. The girl had been a veritable whore at the worse and a tease at the best, judging by her wardrobe.
Finally, she shrugged, discarding all the skirts and peasant tops she found. She didn't want to look like Star. Eventually she found something that made her giggle, interest piqued.
David glanced up when he heard Celia slide down the banister. He raised a brow at her outfit. Celia merely smiled and explained that there were odder styles of dress on the boardwalk, to which he couldn't exactly counter. Still, conservative human Celia would have baulked at the clothes so it was odd seeing her actually okay with them, if not partially in love with.
The ensemble could be reckoned to something a person would see in some porno about pirates, perhaps. The white peasant-style blouse had a very low-cut scoop that had her breasts nearly spilling out; the effect pleasing to a mans' blood. Her tiny waist had a blood red sash wrapped around it, enough left to dangle, creating a dashing look as it brushed her leg. The ragged edge black skirt was barely thigh high, but it covered what it should. Just, he supposed.
"Your dinner certainly lacked subtlety," he commented.
"I know, right? Admit it though; I'd make a fine wench."
"Do you think so?"
"I know it." Celia grinned cockily, head tilted to the side. She sighed after a moment. "I'm hungry again, David. When will it stop being so demanding?"
David knew what she meant, hearing the faint distress in her voice, seeing it in her wide hazel eyes. The human her was still under all this new vampiric glam. Vying emotions would be part of her life for the next few decades, three or four at least. It was hard for a human to reconcile the constant demand for blood at first, and unfortunately newborn were always hungry, no matter how much they consumed.
"We've discussed this already."
Celia huffed and gestured. "But I don't want to vamp out somewhere I shouldn't. Why can't I control it?
Celia groaned as she plopped down on the couch, looking around the relatively cleaned room. "Even this, David. I was just wandering around, and I was hungry again. Even though I'd eaten with Dwayne earlier I felt starved almost."
David gave in and sat next to her, lighting a smoke up. "Who was your original prey here?"
She looked sheepish, tucking her hair behind her ear. "The guy in the kitchen. I was strolling by when he was tinkering in the garage. I should have got him then but I didn't want to feed again. I mean, it had been like an hour since I had left Dwayne, how weak would it look if I already needed more blood.
Eventually though I couldn't help myself and I just… snapped. The woman answered the door and I tore into her without thinking, just wanting her dead so I could get what I really wanted." She leaned into him, drawing his arm around her so she could nuzzle his chest. "God, he was sweet. I barely gave him time to start yelling, I bit him again and again."
David blew out some smoke. "And the teen? That was her blood you tried to microwave wasn't it?"
Celia shrugged. "Yeah, I wanted to see how hot it could be before I couldn't drink it. She just… I didn't know she was here until I had already started playing around. When I found her, she had already called the cops and I was irritated. I killed her just to do it. Then the cops came and I was hungry again, by then."
David nodded. It wasn't any worse then Marko or Paul's beginning tales as a vampire. Hell, she still hadn't caused as much damage as Paul and Marko. Killing off one family was nothing compared to what Paul had done.
The blond had slunk into a hospital his first decade and, after decimating through the bagged blood, had decided to munch through the various wards throughout the night. Paul had always had an excellent control over his abilities, even from the beginning so he easily kept the nurses in his glamour until he was ready to kill them too, which he did, fucking a few and draining the others. The body count had been monstrous and David had no choice but to inform Max so his sire could come assist in clean up. To this day, Max had him forbidden to enter a hospital.
Marko had glutted himself through a few late night basketball games and the like, his small stature earmarking him for easy access to schools. His crowning achievement had been a prom, where he had locked all the doors, slaughtered half of the 'court', and devoured the staff on hand.
Luckily, David himself had no such major blunders. He and Dwayne were controlled heavier by Max and therefore had better control of their abilities swifter, and Max, who ensured them a steady supply of ready blood, never tested their hunger.
David found it easier though to let the Youngers have their fun and feed. It helped them grow in his opinion, if they found their own meals. The occasional mess was all right so long as they were not exposed.
However, Max was tugging on him again, demanding, so there was not any time really to let her hunt again. Thus, David found himself shifting, the arm wrapped around her moving until his wrist was before her. Celia looked at him briefly before hunger overtook her gaze and she struck.
The first taste was nirvana. The second, orgasmic. Afterwards was nothing but aftershocks as she rode the intense pleasure out, the thick blood sliding down her throat. David rarely let her drink his blood, only in order to curb her urges for longer.
Despite her wandering attention, Celia had learned things. A vampire could never drink heavy amounts of another vampire's blood and survive. Unless, that blood was shared between a sire and fledgling. In which case it was the best blood to be found, the most satisfying, the most important and craved. The random bites Marko and she gave each other, where each other's blood coated the others tongue, were nothing, barely swallows that did nothing but enhance the sex.
David had yet to drink her blood and she wondered why not. With this new life, she found it harder to dim her feelings for David. As a human, she had been incapable of reluctantly naming them. As a vampire, they were different all the way around, darker and more possessive. David was her sire, and therefore he belonged to her only.
Marko was someone her human self had loved, while her vampire self felt a deeper tie to him, one born from being in the same coven. A deep loyalty, a need to be with and near him. The things that bothered her before didn't even register. She didn't care if she mated him or not, she had died for him. She would again in a second. She wanted to be with him, with David… with them all, forever.
Marko himself was showing no real jealousy towards her newfound preoccupation for David, even going so far as to comfort her when her human side broke down and sobbed over her split feelings. It had been Marko to explain that being in a coven was more than simply hanging out and occasionally sleeping together. It was being a family, belonging to each other openly and continually. She had not understood as a human. Now she felt all that and more.
Besides that, the curly haired youth was now free, he said. Celia belonged to him and to the coven now, so he did not need to stick so close. Celia forced herself to swallow the twinge of jealousy when he began stalking another girl, settling down to play with a cute brown-haired woman.
David kept himself still while Celia fed. When it was his blood, she didn't spill as much, probably because it was better tasting then the humans. A thin trail escaped the corner of her mouth from where she was taking such deep pulls and he watched idly as it trailed down her throat. He halted it a moment before it hit her shirt, the leather soft against skin. Celia moaned and arched, sinking into the couch as though he would straddle her and he noted her clenching thighs.
It was tempting. Still, he didn't want to be that sire, the one that fucked his fledglings. He still hadn't sorted through any of the things she had made him feel from her human life so he wasn't about to touch this new mess.
When he felt her slowing down he tugged slightly. "Enough," he muttered, turning his eyes away. Her fangs disengaged and he felt her tongue lapping her marks, lips still mouthing at the spot as though reluctant to let go.
She finally stopped and looked at him through eyes filled with luster. Her cheeks were flushed from his blood. "Thanks," she murmured.
David smirked darkly. "I can hardly have you meeting the real leader of this coven with your stomach growling."
"Max?"
"Yeah." David made to stand but Celia stalled him, using her speed to get into his lap, thighs splitting open to trap his legs. David didn't blink. "He wants to meet you, officially, as his child."
Celia narrowed her eyes in thought. "I am not his child."
"Symantec's," he shrugged. He did not comment either when she curled against him. All fledglings wanted to be close to their sires. The boys understood that since they had all spent a few years curling and trailing Max like puppies. It wasn't their proudest times.
"It isn't Symantec's! You're my sire."
"He would have been your sire if things went according to plan," David reminded her.
Celia yanked away as though she was burned. "Oh, yes… the plan."
David sighed. "It wasn't like we had a choice. You feel it now, the sire bond. A sire can make that very unpleasant, painful even."
"She is my aunt, David. I didn't care about what happened to me. I… I really need you guys." Would she have needed them regardless of this plan, she wondered silently. When she saw them, would she have been enamored and chased them, rather than the other way around?
No, she mused. That Celia loved Kyle too much to ever dream of another person. If Max had not wanted Lucy, even if I had met one of them I would have been scornful. Polite, but distant. All while Kyle humped my best friend.
"I won't listen to him over you." Celia tugged her fingers through his mullet before she nuzzled his neck, fangs grazing his skin. She was not hungry for blood but it would be a nice treat. "I can't."
David rolled his eyes, trying to recall if he had been so easily distracted by Max's blood ever. Not that he could recall. "You've had enough. We need to go."
Celia huffed but didn't complain when he stood, dropping her to her feet when she wouldn't regain them by herself. He led her out the door, pausing to flick a match. They watched at the house went up like dry tinder, burying the evidence of her crimes.
"Where'd you put the bodies" she wondered with narrowed eyes.
"Basement," he told her. "For the cops, I took them out to sea."
A small noise escaped the back of her throat. "Well, let's go see Max."
David nodded, gesturing for her to face him. "Okay, girl. We're going to try out one of your abilities."
Celia instantly looked nervous. "Which one?"
The smirk that blossomed on his face was villainous and Celia couldn't halt the grimace in her eyes as she saw it. Her arms folded and she pouted.
"I don't like it."
"I don't like it," David mocked sarcastically. "It's part of who we are."
"It's unnatural," she snapped.
"What about us isn't unnatural," he demanded with a short, brutal laugh. He gestured to the burning home. "You just slaughtered a whole family over an urge. You have fangs imbedded into your gums for fuck's sake!"
Celia rolled her eyes. "Yeah but I still have this body! And human bodies don't fucking flap around like birds, David!"
In her mind, she was recalling the impromptu flight Marko had taken her on, while she was human. She could still recall the lack of oxygen the higher he had went, the way she had clung, smashing her tightly against him yet still feeling as though she would fall. The way the wind sounded as it buffeted her skin and clothes… it was horrifying and something she wasn't willing to budge on. The boys wanted to go play birdie they were welcome to it. She would spend her eternity comfortable on the ground, thank you much.
David gleamed it from her mind and wanted to curse. He lit a cigarette to busy himself, dropping the match before grabbing her wrist. "Look this is something you have to be able to do. It is how we hunt, how we escape if we have to. It's the fastest mode of transportation available for us."
"Ride a motorcycle," she retorted.
His grip tightened and he narrowed his eyes. "Have fun with being a crispy critter then when the sun hits you." she hissed at him and jerked free, starting to move away.
David tried again. "People notice, eventually. They notice we don't age." Celia paused again and tilted her head. "They notice we only come out at night," David said calmly while he ashed his cigarette. "Max claims to have another business venture in a nearby town, that's why he's only seen at night in the video store. People think we are trouble, that we are a gang… so they don't wonder what we're doing during the day. Nevertheless, eventually we do have to move. There's only so much we can do to make ourselves look older or younger."
"Leave Santa Carla," she murmured, a curious feeling dipping into her.
David thought he understood it. "Yes. They'll be like us though, long before that happens."
Celia sighed and shook her head. "Michael will never accept being a vampire. And Lucy…" she tsked, using her hand to brush her hair back. "Lucy is a devout believer in religion. She won't… she'd kill herself before she ever allowed her soul to be 'taken'."
"Max will have her eating out of his hand by then."
"Like Marko had me," she bit out suddenly. She whirled on him and he saw the anger flash in her eyes like lightning. "This is why I won't follow him, David. He doesn't want Lucy for her, he wants her because she's mothering. But she won't be her anymore, after she turns. I'm not… me anymore."
"You're just confused. After you settle down-"
"What? I will be how I was before. I'll be against the idea of killing again, against the idea of liking you or Marko?"
"Marko was doing his job," David said with a sneer.
"You were toying with all our lives because of some psycho's dream for the monster version of the Brady Bunch!"
"It's who we-"
"Don't you dare say that!" Celia spat. "I won't do it. I will not help lure my aunt into this. If she doesn't want it then I'll stop it."
David finally felt real anger dash through his system. He grabbed her quick as a cobra and dragged her away from the house, launching into the air. Celia shrieked and arched away from him, nails raking down his cheek, making him snarl. He found an empty stretch of beach and deposited her harshly, making sure she would feel the impact.
Before she could move, he pinned her with his foot over her chest.
"You'll do as I say," he spat out.
Celia growled. "Then order it, you fucking bastard. Cause that's the only way I'll let you keep doing this."
They stared at each other moments before David snarled again and moved away. Celia got up without aid and glared at his back. David swung to face her after a moment, face schooled into the usual lines of mockery.
"He'll kill you if you get in his way. He's furious enough you're my fledgling rather than his. Celia, you have to obey him."
Celia mulled it over in her head briefly. She shook herself before she felt her eyes softening. "David, I love you all. I loved you all as a human and I feel so much more now. I knew you were a vampire. I knew you all would kill me, somehow, someway. I knew… and I accepted that. But Lucy… she doesn't know, David. She will never forgive us, or him, if we turn her without her knowing everything and it being her choice. She won't want Sam to be a vampire either. Michael hates you and he won't accept this. He may even try to kill me now, too."
"We wouldn't let him," David muttered. He recognized she wouldn't budge without his forcing her. With another sigh, he let it go. "As much as I can I'll keep you away from it. But Celia you cannot let Max know your feelings on this, understand? I'll hold glamour on you, to block your mind from him."
Celia stepped up to him and cocked her head. "Why would you help me?" Because I am your fledgling?
David studied her briefly, moving his gloved hand. His thumb brushed her lips briefly, making her part them. His thumb moved against her tongue for a moment before he replaced it with his own tongue, lips enclosing hers as he roughly hauled her into his arms.
David wasn't being gentle. His teeth bit into her lower lip harsh enough to draw blood that he savored, feeling the explosion of a blood that belonged to him, a mixture of his own and hers, that flowed only in her veins. Celia keened when she felt him suckle the wound, excitement rolling in waves off her.
Ah, to be a new vampire, he thought with mockery. So easy to rile and quick to anger. And even quicker to turn on.
Why would he help her? David laughed inwardly at the question. Despite the fact he couldn't directly go against Max, he did not want Lucy to mother him. He would sooner split her in half than deal with that. He didn't want a brat like Sam either in his coven. And Michael, he felt nothing but bitter bile for, an intense urge to sever his limbs and feed them to Star more his cup of tea.
None of the lost boys wanted this family Max did. Only Celia could go against Max now, being the only vampire not under his sway. Help her? If she failed in what David would guide her to do, he wondered if he would kill her himself, his first fledgling no matter how accidental.
When he pulled back, he kept all that off his face. Keeping Celia out of his thoughts was easy. He had a fisted grip on her hair, his chuckle warm against her face.
"Because I'm bored," he said with a chuckle. "Let's go."
End chapter
Author note: well, this chapter was for the DavidXCelia fans, how did you all like it? Do not worry, Marko fans, he will be back next chapter. I felt there needed to be some immediate reaction from David towards Celia, since she is his. Just what is he planning for my first ever vampire character that I MADE? Oh, no, I may be worried for my brain baby.
Well, I will tell you Michael and the Emerson's reappear in the next chapter for a confrontation with the boys. How will Celia react to that I wonder?
Review please!
Here is the character profile for my next story hero, which I think will somehow connect with Thou Shall Not. Sequel… maybe… what do you think, or would you rather I posted without waiting for the end of this story? As it stands, I could even get the first few chapters out without it intersecting with Thou Shall Not, so no plot spoilers for my main baby.
Adrianne Porter (1890-1906)
Age: 16
Looks: attractive with curling blond hair and quiet blue eyes, adequately rounded figure
Personality: Adrianne and Maggie are both innately shy, and gentle natured. Maggie has slightly more grit to her, growing up in Santa Carla however.
Back-story: She met David when she was very young and her family and his were close. Growing up near each other David regarded her as a sister only where Adrianne's feelings were unclear. However, their parents went ahead and drew up a contract for them to wed. David was against this, seeing Adrianne as muted and drab in comparison to the women he had been seeing. Again, Adrianne remained unclear about her feelings.
Before a wedding could even really be planned though the Porter's left the area and the Martson's informed him they had broken off the engagement and would find him a suitable bride elsewhere. Adrianne and David didn't meet again until she was fifthteen, in Santa Carla, David 20. (David's family name)
This story will deal with reincarnation, and David will take point. For those wondering, yes, Celia will be in there as well. Now then, the first few chapters will take place in the past, detailing David as a human and his acquaintance with Adrianne Porter. Then it will fast-forward to the present. (No clue on the year) anyhow the story will be great I think. I will not be trying to make him anything but what he is, so again, blood and gore like in Thou Shall Not. Besides, I think I am incapable of writing a story without it at this point… Ahem… so what do you all think so far?
I shall put up a small bit of the story, maybe a few paragraphs at the end of next chapter, to tease you all. Look forward to it please? And review, thank you, they make me happy and encouragement never hurt, hmm?