I tried making this chapter at least slightly larger than the last one, sorry it took so long, but I don't want to be suspended for a bad math grade again.
...not one of my favourite chapters... but at least it furthered the story
I have been looking everywhere for english translations for dir en grey and finally found some!
Twilight Magician24: hm... don't know, it's at least half over, but hasn't reached the climax yet.
DarkerHeart: i'm glad you kept reading! were the first few chapter too slow?
Beautiful-Boy-Love: Nope, haven't heard of Draconian vampires... what are they?
Thanks for the compliments from everyone! (I'm really trying to keep this moveing...)
I can't open myself up to anyone I can't believe in anyone at all
and I can't see anything the light that shines is disappearing, soon it will be gone
unable to open myself up this is my weakness, my past
I can get what I want, yet if I do, the kindness I'm holding onto will slip away
the typical answer is when you die, you'll be reborn, come back again
-Dir en Grey (-mushi-)
(past)
Harold rarely saw the vampire in the next few weeks. Occasionally, he still wanted to fuck him, but then he would disappear for days at a time. The vampire's attitude towards him had changed as well, not better necessarily, but different... He could not tell if he was angry with him or if the vampire simply didn't care anymore. One the few occasions Draconis did take Harold to his bed, in the end he would always either roll overn and saying nothing, or leave.
Harold still did not know what had happened that day... he still felt cold all over every time he thought about it. Why had the Draconis been that way... Could a vampire be drugged? Harold knew if he ever asked, he would never get an answer.
Just his luck this would be one of the days Draconis decided to keep him company for a few hours. He was up looking out the window, thinking when he heard the door. /... looking out the window with not a stitch on.../ he thought to himself. Harold had gotten so use to this state he rarely thought about it unless someone was around... he felt himself blush when he felt Draconis come up behind him; he never actually heard the vampire, just got a feeling sometimes when he was around. He felt himself tense slightly before the cold fingers settled on hip hips. What was the vampire after tonight... him or his blood? Both?
He got his answer when Draconis pushed Harold's head to the left before lowering his mouth. It was neither gentle nor harsh, as had been Draconis' way of late. He always had his way, than left...
But then he felt the vampire release him, backing away.
"Why-" he started to ask, but then cut his words off, not wanting to incite Draconis' anger. He could already see the vampire's face begin to grow tense.
"You are allowed out of this room, but not off this floor. You are allowed will where one pair of pants, that is all! You have been warned," the vampire said before slamming the door behind him.
Harold slowly sunk to the floor stunned. The king had never allowed him out, unless in his presence, which was, again, rare.
However, it was a mixed blessing... Here in the room he was not exactly safe, but it was familiar. The other vampire's were out there; could he take there their stares? They knew they were better than him, everyone knew exactly what his place was... Then there was Blaise, he had heard that vampires were usually fiercely protective of their own... But he desperately wanted to leave this room! It was starting to feel... comfortable, the last thing he wanted!
About an hour later, he finally made up his mind. He was going.
The first step was the hardest... /...can I actually do this.../ he pleaded with himself, standing frozen in the doorway, feeling the heavy unfamiliar cloth around his legs. He finally stepped a toe across the threshold and... Nothing happened. Draconis did not suddenly appear, or guards. There was nothing; the halls were empty. Slowly he took a few more steps, than went a few more. At one point, Harold realized he was sticking to shadows along side the wall, just as he did with Blaise to avoid getting caught. Harold held his head low, in case anyone passed he would have to face them, but he jerked it back up every few moments, thinking he heard a noise.
Eventually, he did find himself passing the odd servant in the hallway, one or two glaring at him as he passed. Harold would hold himself closer to wall when one passed, thinking of returning to Draconis' quarters. But no, he needed to not be there...
Suddenly he heard a shout. Harold looked up, startled, and realized he was in an unfamiliar area. He was about to turn back, when he heard another voice; the low menacing voice that he knew to belong to Draconis.
Curious, Harold crept towards the door slowly; they probably wouldn't hear him over their loud words.
"-re you let that- him get away with what he did!" Harold heard the tale end of what one vampire said.
"And how dare you speak at me with tone of voice." Draconis hissed slightly. "He is mine to deal with."
"No, he should be ours! Moreover, several other agree with me. Your own wife agrees!"
"She agrees, because she's a jealous vindictive bitch! It is her fault this happened in the first place."
/...what are they talking about.../ a feeling of uneasiness swam in the pit of his stomach.
"You have no proof of that, your majesty." Harold could hear the sneer behind the last words, this time from another voice.
"However, either way, he is the one at fault!" This was the first man who had spoken. "Even if she-"
"Why, hello there." Harold jumped when a cold hand landed on his shoulder.
"Y-your majesty." Quickly, he lowered his head. He had been caught listening to the Kings private conversation! Even if he was allowed out, he was sure this warranted a punishment.
/my... how far you have come, young prince.../ Lavender smirked slightly. "Don't worry, young one. I won't let the king hurt you." She said, forcing a smile. Lavender quickly curled her arm around the consorts and led him away from the door.
"But, no offence, your majesty, you hate me!" Harold quietly exclaimed; he tried to pull away.
She patted his hand before holding the arm tighter. "Ah... but I have no reason to hate you anymore; your days are numbered."
Harold's eyes went wide. "But..." It had been weeks and they still hadn't sentence him... he had begun to think they did not care.
Lavender's hand reached up and Harold found his chin in a painful grip. "What, did you think they simply forgot you killed a vampire, boy? Draconis probably would have tired of you and you would have been put to death eventually, but now..." She grinned and let him guess the rest.
"He was protecting me and you know it." Another voice came up behind them.
Lavender looked up, still smiling. "Do you really care, husband. After all, you planned to kill him anyway.
Draconis stepped forward, his grey eyes like ice. "I don't know what I am going to do with him just yet, but it is my decision to make! Not yours, not theirs."
"But, husband! You have lost your two largest supports, because of this. They will see that their child is avenged and the people follow them; they do not take death, especially that of a child, lightly."
"He was no child, he was of nineteen years and if Blaise had survived I would have him decapitated for treason!"
Harold watched the two argue, wishing Lavender would release him; any tighter, he was sure the bone would begin to crack! His eyes were shut tight in pain, but her fingers did not loosen...
"They won't care! This," to emphasize she shook his head slight, ignoring a slight hiss that came from the boy, "is an outsider. Nobody believes that he would try to save you. They believe he is your assailant and Blaise simply tried to befriend him, only to be betrayed. They think Blaise tried to save you, but was lured into trusting the boy, allowing himself to be killed. The people thank the gods that this boy is so weak he passed out and was not able to kill you. Blaise was one of us and nothing can change that, in the people's eyes." Her eyes shown triumphant as she finished. "There will be an uprising if you don't kill this boy."
"Are the people such idiots as to believe that?" Draconis glanced at the consort in his wife hands; the boy was shaking in fear. "Give him to me."
"Why? I was simply going to do with him what should be done. I'm going to put him in the dungeons to await sentencing."
"You will not, he is going with me. I am king, and you have no choice." He grabbed the boy's other arm and wrenched Harold out of his wife's grip; he knew it hurt the consort, but at the moment he didn't care. He abruptly started to walk away, leaving Lavender in the hallway.
In his anger, he was walking to fast for Harold to keep up and the boy ended up stumbling onto the floor. He turned, irritated, to his consort and just when Harold thought he was going to lash out at him the vampire said, "Get, up and come with me."
The king did not walk any slower, but it helped that there was no longer a grip on his arm pulling him out of balance.
They walked in silence for a while, Harold trying to keep up. He stared at the king's taunt back the whole time; his anger and irritation showed in every movement of his body. Harold could only hope that not all of it would be directed at him... Then he felt himself collided with the body in front of him, when it abruptly stopped.
"Can you cease your mental nattering for one moment!" The vampire whirled around on him. "All I here is you yapping in my mind, when I want peace and quiet!"
Harold stared up at the glowing silver eyes as they stared into his own. How had the vampire heard him...
"Yes, I hear you!" The vampire glared at him. "We are mates remember," he snarled out. "It was fine before, I could only hear occasional words, but now your thoughts are torture! You're always whining, or complaining about what pain you in!"
"What else would I think about?" Harold asked quietly, knowing this might cost him his newly gained slight freedom, if not Draconis' slight protection. Besides, if Draconis could hear at least most of his thoughts...
"What?" The king asked, stunned."
"I only think about those things because of you, so it's your fault." Harry waited... something, after saying this. But the king just turned around and started walking again.
Harold began to follow, but Draconis' words stopped him. "Go back to the room. I would advise to avoid people in the halls, as I cannot guarantee your life. I don't want to see you out, until I com get you."
Draconis hastened his steps, not waiting for him to obey him.