Follow me to a land across the shining see

Waiting beyond the world we hae known

Beyond the world the dream could be

And the joy we have tasted

Abel made his way through the winding hallways and into the room where Orion 'supposedly' kept his junk. He shuffled through the piles of old dusty books with torn pages, to empty cages and small trinkets. Wherever he walked he kicked up dust from the floor, which made his eyes water. He managed to trip a few times over things that afterwards, scurried away to some dark cluttered corner. He began searching through cabinets and old boxes, finding pocket watches and all sorts of other things. He finally found a box containing pieces of cloth.

A swarm of green birds flew out of the box, and circled around Abel's head. As soon as they were there, they were gone just as fast. Abel felt a tingling sensation on his hand and lifted it up to see in the candlelight. A small scratch appeared and slowly dripped with blood. Abel's eyes widened and a horrified look came over his face as the dream from the other day passed through his mind. His mouth opened and closed like a fish, emitting no sound.

And then he screamed.

It was more of a roar than a scream, Abel's hands clutched at his head as he roared over and over. Never stopping. He fell to the floor, knees buckling out from under him. The dust came up around him, and then settled back down momentarily.

He began to knock things off of shelves, boxes over, ripping cabinets off the wall and throwing them. His roars grew louder, and his eyes burned dangerously green. He felt hands grab his wrists and pin him to the floor with incredible strength. The green in his eyes made him blind to who was holding him. So he struggled harder, kicking with his legs and lashing out with his arms, snapping with his fangs. The figure above hissed back and pinned his legs to the floor with his, trapping his hands above his head.

The green in his eyes was unbearable and made him roar with pain and arch his back. Orion and Lawrence skidded to a halt and for a moment was stunned at the scene they were witnessing. There shock quickly ended, and Orion began yelling commands to take Abel somewhere else, where they could strap him down, so he wouldn't cause damage to himself, or anything else for that matter. The roaring stopped. The sire pinning Abel down looked at him to find him clutching to his chest, his fingers drawing blood, and shivering madly. Orion told him to take him to his rooms, and he would show him the way. Orion could not see his face, for it was hidden in the shadows. The sire said no and unhooked Abel from his chest, stroking his hair, and placing his hand over his eyes. Abel felt sleep overcome him, and he gave into it. The sire handed Abel over to Orion, and before any questions could be asked, he quickly flew out the open window he had entered in.

"Close the window and follow me." Lawrence quickly complied without arguing and followed his mate to Abel's rooms. Lawrence trailed behind, casting worried glances to his sleeping brother. Orion layed him down gently on his bed, and asked Lawrence to strip him and put him into his nightshirt while he made sure the front door was long, and extra guards were posted around the gate.

He stripped his brother of his clothes carefully, and rubbed a wet washcloth over his body, then quickly dressed him in his nightshirt. Which was not easy, Abel may be skinny but that doesn't mean he wasn't hard to lift for his small brother. Lawrence stroked his brother's hair and gazed down worriedly at him. "What has changed you so Abel?" Lawrence sighed. He remembered his brother before the accident had happened. He was rebellious, but always cheerful. He would give sire trouble to no end, and it was hard to think of a day when sire wasn't chasing little Abel through the house. He smiled softly at those memories. With such rebelliousness in Abel, it was thought he was to be a sire when he grew old enough. But the tragedy that awaited him stripped him of his former-self, and his happiness.

Lawrence stroked Abel's hair and pulled the warm covers over his brother when he felt his mate's presence. He slipped quietly outside, and Orion looked worriedly at him.

"He is resting, I am sure he will be back to his normal self tomorrow. But when I saw him, screaming with such pain when nothing seemed to hurt him, it scared me. His eyes, they were not normal. And there was a power radiating from his body, a power I have never seen before."
Orion nodded, and pulled him into a tight embrace.

"I will send word to Matthew. We will consult him on this matter, he is an elder velassi that my family has trusted for generations."

Follow me along the road that only love can see

Rising above the fun years of the night

Into the light beyond the tears

And all the years we have wasted

Lawrence smiled softly, and let his mate lead him to their rooms. Lawrence made his way to a small desk in the corner to find his book he had been reading. Before he could comfortably sit down and read, he was pulled back non-too gently against the bed and pinned down. Orion's hot breath was on his face as he kissed his eyelids, cheeks, and eventually, his lips. Lawrence moaned gently and Orion grinned.

His hands roamed over Lawrence's body, touching all of the right places, and making him squirm underneath him. Orion's hands gripped his length, making him buck with pleasure, and snap with his fangs when he wasn't granted release. Orion smirked and spread his legs further than before. He leaned in, and without warning, thrust.

Abel's eyes opened slowly to the sounds of howling in the night, and deep moans. It made him shudder. He stared at the ceiling, trying to block out the sounds, that he would never make, or ever hear directed towards him. The sire's presence intruded on his mind and tried to pry into it, but the green bird shut it out, letting no one inside. He felt his mind being pressed down and forced into sleep as he collapsed on to the bed.

He was there again, staring down a long hallway with green and yellow floors. The green bird wasn't there, but he had to move. He began to run, sliding on the slick floors. He stopped in front of the great blue and gold clock, the young girl staring at him. He backed away, and flew up the steps, the girls ever watchful eyes following him. He turned into a long hallway; he sped down it, eyes squinting to see the end. When he thought he had reached it, he quickly ran up the stairway that it continued into.

Shining blood eyes greeted him at the top of the stairs, he fell backwards. It was the great, glass phoenix, hanging from the ceiling. He approached the railing and held his hand out to touch it. His fingers grazed the glass, as the railing collapsed. He made to grip at the glass bird, but his fingers slipped. Wires began to snap, and the phoenix was flying next to him, as he hurdled to the ground.

Burning green erupted in his eyes, he held out his hands and let the warmth spread out of his fingertips. The blood spurted from his chest as he hit the old great clock, and the phoenix smashed onto the ground.

Follow me to a distand land this mountain high

Where all the music we always kept inside will fill the sky

While the world goes on running and turning

Turning and falling

Cliffhanger... sort of. I would like some reviews so i can get a good idea if i should be doing something different with the story or not.