You saw me crying in the chapel
The tears I shed were tears of joy
I know the meaning of contentment
Now I am happy with the lord

It was the day before the ball, and the sires soothing presence had disappeared from Abel. He stopped in the hall, his eyes widened and his body began to shake. No, he couldn't have left me.

Yes he has, he knows you're crazy and he has left you.

His mind argued with him.

He turned on his heel and raced down the hall, speeding past a surprised servant. He sped through open the doors with unnatural strength for a father, or a sire. He sped past the trees and ignored the small cuts and scratches from tree limbs. His eyes burned green and he picked up the pace. Abel skidded to a halt in front of the old abandoned church. The sire, he had to be here, he couldn't have just left.

Oh but he has, he has left you and your psychotic episodes.

Shut up!

The hazel eyes were wide and frightened as he looked around the church and stepped inside. He looked under everything, around everything, over everything. Realization came to him, the Sire was gone. Abel collapsed on the ground and shook with anger and embarrassment. The blood tears flowed freely as he rocked back in forth in complete sorrow, feeling nothing around him, only the deep sorrow inside.

Just a plain and simple chapel
Where humble people go to pray
I pray the lord that I'll grow stronger
As I live from day to day

His hands clutched his hair, almost ripping it out as sobs broke from his throat. He did not feel the presence come from behind.
Strong hands gripped his hands from his hair and intertwined their fingers. Abel's heart pounded in his chest and he trembled. He heard the rustle of cloth as the sire sat behind him on the dusty floor and pull him into his lap, crossing his arms against his chest and trapping him there. He was held gently and a strong hand ran through his hair.

"Shhhhh my lovely, I have not left you."

Abel twisted and tried to see the sires face but the arms would not allow it.

"You are not ready to see me yet; all will be revealed in due time."

Abel was lifted off the dirty floor, still in the sire's grasp, the sire sat down in the front pew and preceded to suckle and Abel's neck while whispering soothing words.

"W-w-where did y-you g-go? I-I thought y-you had left m-me" Abel broke into more sobs and couldn't understand how he felt so close to this mysterious sire of who he didn't know the name of or the face.

"I had business to attend to. I promise, I will not leave you again"

"I want to turn around"

He felt the sire stiffen momentarily, then sigh. He heard the rustle of cloth, and a ripping noise. He immediately struggled when he felt a cloth being placed over his eyes. The sire would have none of it though, and held Abel still as he tied it tightly so it would not slip. Abel panted for unneeded breath. The sire licked his neck.

"This is only so you will not see me, I promise I will stop if you do not wish me to do something"

I've searched and I've searched
But I couldn't' find
No way on earth
To gain peace of mind

Abel was turned around so he was straddling the sire, his plump full lips parted as his hands reached for the sires face. His hands were grasped and guided to the soft but firm cheeks. He traced them and ran his thumbs over soft fluttering eyelids and then ran his fingers over warm lips. He felt the lips part and gasped as his finger was nipped and drew a small dot of blood. He trembled as warm lips closed over his finger and sucked at the blood. The lips left his finger and hands grasped the back of his neck pulling him forward as he was crushed against a powerful mouth that demanded submissiveness. He easily gave up any fight and let himself drown in pleasure. A small moan escaped his throat and he felt the lips against his curve into a smirk.

The sire broke the kiss and licked against Abel's lips gently, savoring the taste. Abel tried to kiss the sire again but he felt a finger pressed against his lips, a small laugh.

"Mmm you are eager. I am guessing you have never tasted another's mouth. Good, that way I am your first and only"

Abel gasped as his ass cheeks were grasped and kneaded. A small cry broke from his throat and he buried his head in the sire's neck. The blood rushed to his cheeks as hips ground into his and his arousal was met with a much larger one. He felt the frustration grow in him not being able to find release. The hands grew rough and pressed Abel into the sire, Abel began to grind and rock desperately against the sire. He moaned as the tension rose and his body shook with intense pleasure, he felt the same happen to the male beneath him and cried out as he reached orgasmic pleasure.

Now I'm happy in the chapel
Where people are of one accord
We gather in the chapel
Just to sing and praise the lord

Ev'ry sinner looks for something
That will put his heart at ease
There is only one true answer
He must get down on his knees

A mouth ravished his and he felt himself being wiped clean with another ripped cloth.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean t-to make a mess, I-I'm really sorry"

Abel pulled himself up and stood, stumbling around the cloth still over his eyes. Arms pulled him into a hug and he was kissed gently.

Meet your neighbor in the chapel
Join with him in tears of joy
You'll know the meaning of contentment
Then you'll be happy with the lord

" You are fine my lovely, you have done nothing wrong. In fact, you did everything right."

Abel could feel the smirk. His cheeks flushed red. A laugh echoed around the room. He was pulled up against a hard body and he lifted his head up, wanting a kiss. He was eagerly accepted as the sire once again ravished him.

" I will see you tomorrow night during the ball. Then you shall see my face my lovely"

A kiss was placed against his cheek and the blindfold removed.

His eyes widened as he saw he was alone in the chapel. And there, on the front pew, a small, but elegant hairpiece sat. He picked it up and examined it; it was a lovely golden with red rubies encrusted upon it and a small symbol that he did not recognize. But thought it must have been of importance.

He smiled softly and clutched the small hairpiece to his chest briefly, then sped off to his home.

You'll search and you'll search
But you'll never find
No way on earth
To gain peace of mind

Take your troubles to the chapel
Get down on your knees and pray
Your burdens will be lighter
And you'll surely find the way.

Orion sat in the study, a piece of parchment was in front of him as he read the letter over again. Matthew was coming. Matthew was coming to see what he could do about Abel and the strange power. Orion sighed in relief when he was sure he had not read wrong. Slim arms came over his shoulders and a light kiss was placed against his neck.

"What do you have love?"

"Matthew, he sent word that he will come shortly"

Lawrence picked up the letter and read over it carefully.

"Are you sure? Can we trust him? Will he hurt Abel? How do you not know that the executioner-"

A finger was placed against his lips and Lawrence was drawn into his mates lap.

"Lawrence, the executioner is not coming. I have made sure that no one knows of Abel. The only one we have to worry about is the one the held him down that night."

"I do not think he will tell the council. "
A laugh, "How can you be so sure?"

Lawrence snorted, "Fathers intuition of course"

"Of course, how could I have ever forgotten."

Lawrence laughed and pressed his lips against Orion's.

It was here. The night of the ball had finally arrived and laughter filled the normally quiet hallways. Bachelor Sires began to flirt endlessly with whorish and shy fathers. Abel even thought he saw a few female vampires trying to catch a velassi's eye for some reason. He did not understand women. He stood on the balcony his long brown hair floating in the wind and laughed internally when he saw sires look his way and wink. Fools he thought.

He walked back inside and shut the balcony doors making sure he looked all right in front of the mirror. He looked at the hairclip and was unsure if he should wear it. Forcing himself, he picked up the hair clip and pulled his hair halfway up letting wisps fall into his face. He made sure the clasp was tight and the long brown hair cascaded down his back. He went to his dresser and picked up the necklace, clasping it and letting it dangle gracefully.

The Green Bird.

Abel shook as he saw it. It was there on the mantel watching him. Its blood red eyes pulsed, like a heartbeat.

There was nothing.

Only the endless blood red eyes staring at him.

Abel saw the scenes of his childhood appear before him.

His eyes burned green, and he placed his hand over his mouth to keep himself from letting out a scream. He hooked his claws into his dresser and tore the woodwork apart.

Sires tensed, and fathers quickly went to their mates. They could feel it, a tremendous power that could only belong to the most ancient of sires. It radiated above them. Lawrence began to shake and Orion grabbed him around the waist and stroked his hair.

Abel felt warm hands grab him, but they were not the hands from the church last night.

Words whispered in an ancient language made him tremble as the power was forced down back into him. All was quiet. Abel shook and gathered himself up, he took a drink of the blood that rested in a goblet next to his bed, and took a minute to make sure he was all right.

The sires and fathers looked confused as the power that was so strong vanished. The party resumed, some still shaken up still clung to their mates refusing to let go, others went and danced which made the rest of the guests forget about the power.

Abel made his way down the stairs and through the halls to the party. He was sure he saw a drunken father and sire making out in his brothers room, but he paid no attention to it. When he entered the lavishly decorated ballroom, bachelor sires turned to look at him. He felt their stares.
But they quickly noticed the necklace and hairpiece that adorned him, and turned to look for a different companion. But some sires kept looking, ignoring the signs of another sires claming. Lawrence went over to him, his face confused as he saw the new jewelry.

"Abel, who gave you these?"

"Well, that is to say, I um, I'm not-"

"You don't know who's courting you! And you accepted the gifts?"

"I know who is I just don't know the name or the face of him." Abel trailed off his eyes down cast.

Lawrence sighed, "I'm going to be over there, will you be alright?" Abel nodded.

"Alright then, be careful."

Abel looked around fidgeting with his sleeve nervously. Where was the sire? He promised me he'd be here. Abel began to worry that maybe he made it all up, or the sire had forgotten, he wasn't coming, it was all a hoax. His mind raced.

"Have you missed me, my lovely one?"

Abel whipped around, and his eyes widened. In long blood red robes, Elam stood. His midnight hair had small ornaments intertwined in it and his yellow eyes sparkled.

"Y-you're the s-s-ire?" It was a questioning voice.

"I do hope you were not expecting someone else my lovely", a smile.

"N-no I didn't m-m-mean that, I-I just wasn't expecting, I'm sorry," The last part was said with a whisper and Abel let his head hang ashamedly. He was acting like a blabbering fool and he knew it.

Rich laughter flowed around him. Elam wrapped his strong arms around him and gave him a soft but demanding kiss. Some stopped to stare at the public display of affection, and the sires that wanted to court Abel growled in frustration. Elam licked Abel's lips, "You taste delicious", Abel flushed.

Orion and Lawrence stared in awe, then in happiness.

"Lets introduce us", Lawrence said excitedly beginning to make his way over to the two.

Orion stopped him, "No leave them to themselves, they need to bond"

Lawrence pouted and Orion merely laughed.

"I must say, I think I have made the right decision in choosing these gifts for you, you look good enough to eat." Abel saw the fanged smile and knew that the sire meant something more behind it.

"Hello Elam, it is wonderful to see you again." A blond female vampire spoke behind them, Abel turned around and jealousy filled him. She was wearing a dress from the late 1800's that showed off her large plump breasts. Her cheeks were unnaturally rosy red, lips to match, with a face white as marble and skin that looked like dirt. She batted her black eye lashes and attached herself to Elam.

"I've missed you so much Elam, are you ready to be my mate yet?" She giggled a high-pitched laugh and purposely thrust her chest out to show off the melons she had for breasts.

Abel growled deep in his throat, And Elam raised a brow at him.

"Cherie, I do not believe you have met my mate, Abel" Elam said as he shook the female off of his arm.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously and she hissed. "How could you choose this childe over me? He probably doesn't even know what to do in bed!" Elam's eyes bled to golden, becoming slitted.

"That is my mate you insult I suggest you leave before I loose my patience with you Cherie."

Cherie's face twisted in anger, and looked as if she were about to strike Abel, but instead quickly turned on her heals and left. Abel looked downcast, and could not help but admit that the woman was right, he didn't know what to do in bed. He was ashamed.

"Come now, why don't we step out onto to balcony hm?"

Elam wrapped an arm around Abel's waist and led him outside.

The moon was full and bright, dark smoky clouds casually passed beneath it, covering it momentarily then moving along and letting it shine. Abel leaned against the marble railing and stared up at the moon admiringly. Elam came up behind him and took his hair down from the clasp, re-doing it in the fashion it was meant to hold. He wrapped his arms around the slim frame, pressing his chin on the small sharp shoulder.

"You have not been feeding enough, I can feel your bones lovely"

"I'm fine," Abel, said stiffly, a sigh from behind him.

"Why are you doing this? Why do you court a father whom you know is insane? I know you have seen what happens to me, I know it was you that held me that night when the green was too strong. I know you have hard the rumors that I am cursed, insane, and that the executioner should kill me for I am a danger to society. I am not blind to them. I am not deaf to them; I know they say those things. You only saw me once when my brother invited you into his home, I don't understand," Abel whispered the last part.

Elam nuzzled his neck and kissed his bare shoulder. "You intrigue me, yes it was me that held you down, and yes I've heard the rumors and I've seen what happens to you. You captured me, you're beauty, your personality, everything about you intoxicates me. And so I choose to court you."

Abel began to tremble and tears fell down his gaunt cheeks.

"You need to feed."

"I am fine."

A bare wrist was offered to him, Abel tried to push it away.

"Drink, I know you want it, I know you crave it." A hand ran up his side seductively and gripped his arousal lightly. Abel trembled.

Lips against his ear, "Do not deny yourself what you need, let instinct take you."

His eyes burned green, a foreign power from Elam pushed the green down and brought the true beast from within to the surface. Abel's eyes became slitted and bled to gold. His fangs lengthened and sunk into the bare flesh offered to him, his hands came up to hold the wrist still, Elam moaned.

He drunk ruthlessly, the moans from Elam only making him go further. Elam had him pressed against the marble, more to hold himself up than Abel. When Abel felt himself satisfied, his fangs slipped from the flesh and he let out a small moan. Elam had to place his hands around Abel onto the marble to steady himself momentarily.

"Very good my lovely."

Abel had a different appearance now, His cheeks were plump and full, his body had curves, his eyes sparkled and his hair had a gleam to it that was not there before.

"Beautiful," Elam whispered. He tilted Abel's chin up and kissed him roughly then gently.

Elam pulled away and Abel whimpered, "I will be right back lovely, a friend calls" Elam left Abel momentarily alone on the balcony.

Abel had a goofy smile on his face. A chirp.

Spring has come
Worms are showing their faces
Little birds are eating them.

Abel stiffened, and his eyes widened, he turned his head to the left, and there sat the Green Bird Its Head was to the side and eyes held a malicious gleam.

Abel's lips trembled.

"Go away"

The eyes seemed to smile dangerously.

"Leave me be"

Green specks came into Abel eyes.

Spring has come
Children are going to school
Farm dogs are giving birth to puppies.

Blood, and snow, but so much blood was everywhere, splattered on Abel, dripping from his hands, a hole in his chest.

The green bird let a piercing cry, and the whole party stopped.

Abel's eyes burned green, his fangs lengthened and a tremendous roar ripped from his throat.

The green birds form twisted and turned, bones breaking, feathers ripping, until the final form was reached.

A Green Phoenix.

"Abel!" Lawrence cried.

The phoenix charged at Abel, Abel jumped off the balcony, and sped through the forest, his imaginary friend racing after him. His eyes had no white, only green. Elam, Orion, and Lawrence all jumped off the balcony, Lawrence refusing to be away from his brother, Orion shouting commands to his Sire and Father, and Elam's protective instincts taking over.

The power, so overwhelming.

It ripped at Abel as he collapsed on the ground, tearing at his clothes until they no longer existed as whole, but in tiny shreds. Blood tears leaked from his eyes, as he curled on the ground in the fetal position, sobbing to the Earth.

The Green Bird watched.

Spring has come
Women are looking in mirrors
Egg pies are baking.

Longest chapter I have written, I must say I am proud. Thank you all for reading, and sorry for the sort of cliffhanger. All Reviews are appreciated.

Elam: YOU CANT LEAVE IT AT THAT! WHAT HAPPENS TO MY MATE?

Me: well technically, he isn't yours yet………Runs for my life from the angry sire