/ Abel's thoughts

/ voices

The green and yellow shining floor echoed Abel's footsteps as he ran. It was a clumsy run, his arms were flailing, and he almost tripped. There was a wide terrified look in his eyes, if you looked closely, you would see them trying to bleed into a golden color.

/What does it want? Why wont you leave me alone? It wasn't my fault I swear, I-I didn't mean too/

/Yes you did, they are dead because of you its all your fault and you know it./

A blood-curdling scream was ripped from Abel's throat as he dropped upon the green and yellow floor harshly. He gripped his head as he screamed over and over. " It wasn't me! I swear it wasn't. Just go away and leave me alone!"

The green bird watched with blood red eyes as the vampire kept screaming, and then attacked. It pulled at Abel's clothes and tried to peck at his eyes. Abel waved his hands around his head trying to make it go away, but the bird snapped at him, drawing a small amount of blood on his hand. Able shook his head, slowly at first, and them more furiously. He stumbled to his feet and ran. He ran as fast as he could. Sliding around corners and seeing shadows of people who didn't exist in the stained glass windows.

Abel came to a halt as he encountered a girl with short black, cropped hair sitting with a dog at the foot of two stair cases that spiraled upwards, and then broke off in to separate directions. Behind the girl was an enormous gold and blue clock that seemed to glow. Above Abel's head was a green bird. A glass green bird that looked more like a green phoenix. It seemed to float in the air, as sunlight hit it from different directions. Casting different colors of red, blue, yellow, and many other colors off of it.

flashback

"Abel, where is he, have you seen him?" the father shook his head, a dumbfounded look on his face. "Did you find him?" Kenji shook his head no, and the sire speaking to him cursed. "Nicholas, I'm scared I don't know where he is." The sire grabbed his mate's hand and they ran, when the father could not keep up, he picked him up, and continued running.

"DADDY, DADDY"

Nicholas came to a halt and looked down a valley where he could see his son being cornered by angry towns people. Kenji's eyes instantly became gold, tinted with red, and he let out a humongous roar. Nicholas put the father down, and they both ran to their son.

"Come any closer you devils and I'll kill him!"

Young Abel's eyes burned green as he screamed "Nooooo!"

end flashback

/You see it's your entire fault. You're alive and they are dead. You're a retched monster with your eyes and your mind. You should be dead, not your parents. It's your entire fault your brother grieves. Everything is your fault./

Abel heard a snap from above him, and looked up. The glass green bird, which looked more like a phoenix, came crashing down to him. Abel's hands instantly went to cover his head, as he watched with horror on his face as the green bird flew down to meet him. The green in his eyes burned and he screamed.

His eyes snapped open, and burned green for a moment, then gold, then back to hazel. Red beads of sweat poured down his face. He panted and clutched at his head, whispering words that made no sense.
"Control, control, control", he muttered. He slowly got out of his bed and stripped his clothes. He made his way into the bathroom and stood in a large tub, taking pitchers of water and scrubbing his lean body clean. His stalkers presence filled his mind, and made him scrub faster. He finished, and pulled on black pants, with a cotton t-shirt, and an old shabby black robe over it. He brushed his hair, and braided the long wavy strands with a red ribbon.

The dream still fresh in his mind, he walked out onto his small balcony and leaned on it, cupping his face in his hand. Then he smelled it, a faint scent of spices and herbs that he though he dimly recognized. He realized that the scent belonged to his stalker, but not before he breathed in deeply, and let the scent over whelms his senses, relaxing his tense body. He thought to himself he should detest this scent, but he could not. He loved it.

The sire watching from a tree limb, let his long lets dangle over the side, and he half smirked and half smiled. Abel had caught his scent, and he accepted it. It wasn't a big step, and it wouldn't be a big accomplishes to any other sire, but this situation was different. Abel accepting his scent meant that he would be more comfortable around him. The sire's eyes showed happiness; as he watched the relaxed father, go back inside, with what appeared to possibly be a small smile on his lips. It could have been a trick of the light, or not. It didn't matter to him, because soon, the gentle and fair father would be his.

Abel brought his head back down to earth when he heard Orion calling him. With a sigh, he made his way down the hallway filled with old tapestries and abstract paintings. He walked into the den, and found his brother, draped with pieces of cloth and measuring tape.

He instantly turned around and tried to escape but Orion grabbed his arm and dragged him back, where his brother instantly gave him commands to lift his arms, spread his legs, put his arms down, turn around, and many others. Orion laughed at him and his mate, as he held Abel still, unable to escape. Abel had a very displeased look on his face, as he was stuck with pins and needles, and pieces of cloth were held up to him to see which one looked better. Abel let a small growl escape his lips when Lawrence held small pieces of jewelry up to him.

"No"

"Yes"

"Lawrence, no, I don't want any jewelry"

"You look better with it on, you're wearing it, that's final. "

Abel sighed, and gave a small glare to Orion, who laughed under his breath. He held up his hands in defense to the fathers glare. Lawrence slapped his wrist.

"Don't glare, and go fetch me some more cloth, there should be some in my rooms. If not, look in the room where Orion keeps his junk."

Orion glared at his mate, and an argument started between them about his 'supposed' junk and him being a pack rat.

Abel sighed and moved carefully. For when he did move, he was stuck somewhere with a sharp pin or needle. Today is going to be a long day, he thought miserably.