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It just ain't fair this thing called loving
When one step there and the other feels nothing
I would have done anything for you
All day I keep from falling apart
But at night when the sky gets dark
-Conjure One (Tears From the Moon)
My soul is a desert
When nothing is comfort
Sheltered from chaos
And sheltered from you
Enough with temptations
Illusions are evil
We exist in confusion
Soulless and vain
It's broken me down now
This hurts and it's hopeless
Can't look to the future
The window is stained
-Conjure One (Premonition)
Harold lay stunned on the bed for hours on end before Draconis finally arrived. /he is late today.../ Harold distantly thought.
"You are still awake." Harold could tell it wasn't a question. He listened to Draconis as he stripped to get into the bed.
"Blaise has been in here."
Harry shook his head. "He tried, but I sent him away."
"Good." Draconis smirked. He watched as his consort tried to keep his face expressionless. Something was on the boy's mind... something more than usual. Then suddenly, he spoke.
"Is it true, that I am your mate?"
"You will never ask me that question again, boy, less you want me to remove your tongue!" Draconis growled. But Harold continued.
"Is that why you haven't killed me. I know that you have wanted to, but I am still here." Harold whispered as he tried to find the confidence to continue. It was beyond difficult to stand up to his master now, after everything...
"Shut your mouth!" Draconis reached a hand up to slap the insolent boy when the consort instinctively rolled into tight ball. Sneering, he let the hand fall.
"I'm sorry..." He heard him whimper. On a whim, Draconis reached out to touch Harold's shoulder, but, again, he pulled hand back as if it was on fire. /what had I been about to do.../
"Shut up. I will never love you, even if you are my mate." Draconis muttered as he, unconsciously admitting to the boy that he was the vampires mate. His only mate.
It was merely days later that the event happened that changed Harold's entire existence.
As usual, Draconis left during the day, off to meetings and whatever it was, he did during most days. Harold was sitting up in the bed, considering getting up and possibly walking around the room to stretch his muscles. He was bored out his mind, once again, as usual during the days, but he considered it to be much better than the alternative. Harold still hated how he reacted to Draconis attentions, but now, at least, he maybe he had a reason. However, could not Harold accept being this vampire's mate! He doubted he could even survive being his consort! He was alive because he was Draconis' mate, but would the vampire King have chosen him if they had no connection? But then again, none of the other boys had been his mate, yet they were captured as well. And they were all now dead.
Harold could feel his head spinning as he tried to absorb everything...
As usual, Draconis came around by nightfall. What was unusual was that the King seemed... drowsy? Draconis shut the door behind him slowly, not saying a word; every movement was sluggish, and his eyes lidded. Harold wondered if the vampire had managed to get drunk as the vampire unsteadily undressed and crawled under the covers. "Lay down." Draconis slurred slightly. Harold did as told. Another thing unusual about that night was that as he got under the covers the Vampire King reached out and grabbed Harold around his waist. The act in itself was not unusual; what was, was that he pulled his consort close and simply held him there. The consort wasn't sure what was more terrifying at that moment, a violent and cold Draconis or an unpredictably gentle one. Harold simply did his best to not move; he did not want to give the vampire a reason to become violent... However, Harold also had to keep himself from welcoming Draconis' gentle embrace.
They lay there for hours and eventually Harold realized the vampire was sleeping; that in itself was an odd occurrence. His hold on Harold's waist had loosened slightly. Draconis rarely slept, but Harold attributed it to whatever he had been drinking that afternoon. But shouldn't it have worn off by now? Although he was rarely out of the King's chambers, he did realize that it took a lot to make a vampire drunk. And even than, it generally did not last long.
Suddenly he heard a sound from the door and then a creak as it slowly opened. He glanced to see if Draconis had heard, but kept his own head down. No, the vampire was still unconscious, seemingly dead to the world.
For the first time, Harold cursed that Draconis never bothered to lock his door. Somehow he could tell that something bad was about to happen.
The consort peaked over Draconis' shoulder and yelped when he found Blaise staring back at him on the other side. Harold backed away from the cold look on the face of the person he had considered a friend. Suddenly, Blaise's lips kicked up a smirk and he raised a finger to his lips, telling Harry to say not a word. "I've got the answer to out problems, my love," the dark vampire whispered.
"Wh-" Harold started to ask, but was cut off when he saw Blaise reach into the hem of his sleeve and pull out a long dagger. Fear gripped the boy as Blaise grinned, beginning to raise claw-like blade over his head.
When he realized what was about the happen, without think, Harold propelled himself forward, knocking the vampire back before the blade could connect. Surprised, Blaise dropped the dagger as his back collided with the floor, Harold falling on top of him. "What the hell are you doing? I'm trying to help us!" Blaise hissed in astonishment.
"I can't let you kill him." Harold did not know why, he truly despised the vampire, but it was true.
"It doesn't matter. If I cannot have you, then he won't either. Why should he get you! What has he done, but hurt you! You should be mine!" Abruptly, Blaise flipped over to grab for the knife, which had been flung into a corner. Harold quickly scrambled after him, but was much slower than the vampire and was only able to reach Blaise's foot. "Stop that!" Blaise yelled back, but Harold ignored him and tried to keep hold. To the consort's dismay, Blaise easily shook him off, sending him to the other side room. Blaise moved to stand. "I'm sorry I hurt you, my love, but I am going to kill him."
Harold absentmindedly reached back the rub the spot on his head where it had collided into the wall. His hand collided with something hanging on the wall. Harold felt around behind him and his hand curled around something round. A hilt! He moved his hand lower and indeed, it was another knife, slightly longer than the one Blaise had. Slowly, he moved to inched the blade off its hook, watching Blaise the whole time. The other boy was still moving towards Draconis, ignoring Harold.
/That's his mistake.../ Harold slowly stood up. "Blaise wait." The Vampire stopped and turned towards him. "You're right. We should be together." He made sure the dagger stayed hidden behind him. "Just kiss me before you kill that bastard, prove to me that you are the one," Harold whispered.
"Gladly." Blaise grinned and placed the dagger on the bed and walked towards Harold. "You finally see that I am right. It doesn't matter that he is your mate, I am the one who loves you," Blaise said as he placed his hands on Harold's shoulders to pull the boy forward into a kiss.
As Blaise's soft lips touched his, Harold realized that they felt nothing like Draconis'. The vampire King's kisses were full of passion and occasionally pain. Blaise's, although sweet and soft, pale sharply in comparison. He didn't love his captor, he couldn't, but he could not love Blaise either.
/This has to be done./ Harold thought before he brought Draconis' dagger out from behind his back. Before Blaise could react, Harold thrust the blade up under the vampire's sternum. Blaise tried to take a step back, but it was too late. With a look off shock, he backed away from the panting boy, who was still holding the bloody dagger. However, Harold knew it was not done; a simple stab would not kill a vampire, he had to sever the neck... Before Blaise could realize what was happening, Harold leapt at the vampire, knocking him to the ground. Reminiscent of Blaise's earlier position, Harold raised the knife over his head and sharply brought it down at the base of the throat severing the spine.
"...hate you..." Where the last words Harold heard out of the person he had started to consider his friend, before Blaise's eyes went blank and his body limp. Dimly, he realized he was now clinching the hilt; when he noticed, he quickly scrambled off the body.
He glanced up at the bed, Draconis was still unconscious, but as far as he could tell, the vampire was alive. /I should not have saved him, I should have let him die, but I couldn't.../ "...shouldn't have done it." Harold felt something wet touch his leg; he felt up to his face and found tears slowly falling from his eyes.
Dizziness from his earlier impact with the wall caused his head to start spinning. Slowly, he slumped down and laid his head on the cool stone of the floor, still sobbing.
Blaise was dead.
(Present)
"I killed Blaise."