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Hey, ok this chapter starts out a little creepy. But it develops more as the next chapter continues! So be patient! You also find out whom James is talking about in the next few chapters. And review, or no more chapters, no more story.
Have an absolutely spiffing day!
"Dad? Dad! DADDY!" James bolted upright and looked wildly around, his father shushed him and kissed his forehead "I'm right here James. Right here." The older man brushed dark hair from his son's face and smiled softly. "The blood. The blood. I could smell it, I could taste it." James mumbled on incoherently. Talaenar gave his brother a warning look that told him to stay on guard. Crow nodded in understand-ment and went to stand by the closed door looking concernedly at his nephew.
"James, what happened?"
"Blood. I tasted it."
"James?"
"He screamed. He howled. Blood."
"James."
"He was like me. Not like me. Like me. Different. He drank my blood. Screams, awful, wonderful screams. I hear them and weep. I hear them and bleed. I'm thirsty daddy, thirsty. Can you hear it? Can you hear the way he pleads for more and begs me to stop? I want to taste him daddy... can you smell his need? Can you taste the blood daddy?"
"JAMES!" the eight-year-old little boy jerked his head up and stared wide eyed at his father, a look of confusion etched on his face. "James. Are you alright?" the boy nodded, obviously a little shaken up. "Do you remember anything you just said?" James looked quizzical and slowly shook his head. "No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes father. Was I bad? Did I do something wrong?"
"No. No son. Just relax." James smiled a little bit and looked around. The room they were in was fairly small. A desk sat in the far corner and shelves of books lined the walls. Small and yet so very warm feeling, the room was inviting to the young raven-haired boy. He turned to look quizzically at his father and then at crow. 'Where am I?' he wondered 'Why am I here?' Tallon's pained expression and Crow's tension explained it all in his young mind. "So, I shall be staying alone father?" The vampire king looked admiringly at his son. So young and yet the boy could be so eloquent with so few words.
"No. You will be staying with a wizarding family. They will be taking care of you for now, until you are able to come back home." James nodded solemnly, his eyes down cast. "Shall we go meet them then?" Tallon asked quietly. "They were kind enough to let you wake up with privacy." James began to feel sick, this was it. His father was going to leave. He would be left alone with some old couple no doubt in his mind and they wouldn't understand anything about him. He would be all alone.
They exited the room, cherry oak door and carved letters revealing it to be the library. This room was bigger; a cheerful fireplace crackled in the middle of the room, warm carpet lay on half of the tiled floor. A few chairs, a couch, and a desk, a coffee table and a few lamps accommodated the room well. It had a welcoming glow, but James still felt like his insides would rip soon. A doorway led to the kitchen and there was at least a flight of stairs to the second story.
"Hello there!" James nearly jumped out of his skin at the bellowing voice. In front of him was a tall man with shoulder length, wavy, black hair and warm coco brown eyes. Next to him was a shorter woman, she had soft blue eyes and brown hair with a compact build and cheery smile. In front of her were four children, the first and presumably the eldest was somewhat tan and inherited his fathers black hair, although it was short. The next boy was about thirteen from the looks of it and had brown hair with brown eyes. The only other girl looked younger than James and she had black hair and brown eyes.
But what caught the young boy's eye was not the two teens, nor their little sister. But the other son. He had the huge smile like his father but he looked different. He was taller than James by at least three inches and had the same raven black hair. Only this boy's tresses were long and looked silky smooth. His hair fell down to his back in a braid, black bangs in his sparkling blue eyes.
"Hi!" the boy stepped forward, hand outstretched. James seemed to be considering his options, flee or shake the boy's hand. He chose the latter. The older boy seemed pleased and shook firmly. "My name is Sirius. Sirius Black!"
Hey, ok this chapter starts out a little creepy. But it develops more as the next chapter continues! So be patient! You also find out whom James is talking about in the next few chapters. And review, or no more chapters, no more story.
Have an absolutely spiffing day!
"Dad? Dad! DADDY!" James bolted upright and looked wildly around, his father shushed him and kissed his forehead "I'm right here James. Right here." The older man brushed dark hair from his son's face and smiled softly. "The blood. The blood. I could smell it, I could taste it." James mumbled on incoherently. Talaenar gave his brother a warning look that told him to stay on guard. Crow nodded in understand-ment and went to stand by the closed door looking concernedly at his nephew.
"James, what happened?"
"Blood. I tasted it."
"James?"
"He screamed. He howled. Blood."
"James."
"He was like me. Not like me. Like me. Different. He drank my blood. Screams, awful, wonderful screams. I hear them and weep. I hear them and bleed. I'm thirsty daddy, thirsty. Can you hear it? Can you hear the way he pleads for more and begs me to stop? I want to taste him daddy... can you smell his need? Can you taste the blood daddy?"
"JAMES!" the eight-year-old little boy jerked his head up and stared wide eyed at his father, a look of confusion etched on his face. "James. Are you alright?" the boy nodded, obviously a little shaken up. "Do you remember anything you just said?" James looked quizzical and slowly shook his head. "No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes father. Was I bad? Did I do something wrong?"
"No. No son. Just relax." James smiled a little bit and looked around. The room they were in was fairly small. A desk sat in the far corner and shelves of books lined the walls. Small and yet so very warm feeling, the room was inviting to the young raven-haired boy. He turned to look quizzically at his father and then at crow. 'Where am I?' he wondered 'Why am I here?' Tallon's pained expression and Crow's tension explained it all in his young mind. "So, I shall be staying alone father?" The vampire king looked admiringly at his son. So young and yet the boy could be so eloquent with so few words.
"No. You will be staying with a wizarding family. They will be taking care of you for now, until you are able to come back home." James nodded solemnly, his eyes down cast. "Shall we go meet them then?" Tallon asked quietly. "They were kind enough to let you wake up with privacy." James began to feel sick, this was it. His father was going to leave. He would be left alone with some old couple no doubt in his mind and they wouldn't understand anything about him. He would be all alone.
They exited the room, cherry oak door and carved letters revealing it to be the library. This room was bigger; a cheerful fireplace crackled in the middle of the room, warm carpet lay on half of the tiled floor. A few chairs, a couch, and a desk, a coffee table and a few lamps accommodated the room well. It had a welcoming glow, but James still felt like his insides would rip soon. A doorway led to the kitchen and there was at least a flight of stairs to the second story.
"Hello there!" James nearly jumped out of his skin at the bellowing voice. In front of him was a tall man with shoulder length, wavy, black hair and warm coco brown eyes. Next to him was a shorter woman, she had soft blue eyes and brown hair with a compact build and cheery smile. In front of her were four children, the first and presumably the eldest was somewhat tan and inherited his fathers black hair, although it was short. The next boy was about thirteen from the looks of it and had brown hair with brown eyes. The only other girl looked younger than James and she had black hair and brown eyes.
But what caught the young boy's eye was not the two teens, nor their little sister. But the other son. He had the huge smile like his father but he looked different. He was taller than James by at least three inches and had the same raven black hair. Only this boy's tresses were long and looked silky smooth. His hair fell down to his back in a braid, black bangs in his sparkling blue eyes.
"Hi!" the boy stepped forward, hand outstretched. James seemed to be considering his options, flee or shake the boy's hand. He chose the latter. The older boy seemed pleased and shook firmly. "My name is Sirius. Sirius Black!"