Torture For My Sins
Chapter 2
"GOOD MORNING SLEEPY 'EAD!" Jeanne yelled as Dylan walked into the kitchen of the cottage.
"Morning cousin." Dylan yawned. His hair was sticking out of the braid he had put in it the night before.
"Today's your big day, we are 'eading to town after I put your 'air into a clean braid."
"Alright…no brothers."
"Not yet today."
"They won't visit, they're celebrating Christmas, without me." Dylan muttered and sat down at the kitchen table.
"Francis is also planning. 'is loss our gain."
"I had that fire dream again, but this time it had blood involved."
"Calm down, this will pass in a few days. Now about town, where are we going."
"I don't care to be honest." Dylan said and a hand patted his head.
"Your at that age aren't you?" Jeanne asked.
"What age?"
"Puberty."
"What's that?" Dylan turns and looks at Jeanne.
"'ormones build, you grow body 'air, your voice gets deeper, and your body began's to create sperm."
"What's that?" Dylan ask. Before Jeanne could answer a group of vampires walked in, with gifts no less.
"Oh. Allister, Cailean, or Francis can answer that question and more." Jeanne said and returned to making breakfast.
"What questions?" Allister asked as he sat down a present in front of Dylan.
"What's sperm?" Allister's eye twitched and he covered Dylan's ears.
"Jeanne, what the hell are you telling my brother?"
"Puberty, 'e is 13 now so that will 'appen soon."
"Well don't tell him that."
"I can still hear you." Dylan said.
"'e's 13, hm." Jeanne said and walked to the herb cabinet. She unlocked the cabinet and pulled out the blue jar. "I think your old enough now?"
"Is that the one potion?" Cailean ask.
"Oui." Jeanne said and sat it down next to the present. "Dylan's old enough to know."
"Yesterday I wasn't." Dylan said, ripping Allister's hands off his head.
"Dylan." Arthur said and shoved a present into Dylan's lap. "Open mine before Allister."
"You little brat." Allister said.
"Breakfast first, Dylan and I 'ave a big day."
"Really, what?"
"I'm taking 'im to his first pagan ritual."
"No ye aren't." Allister said and hugged Dylan. "Ye might like all that black magic, but I don't want Dylan learning that."
"I use good magic and I've been teaching Dylan magic since 'e was eight."
"WHAT! WHY WOULD YE!"
"Because I don't 'ave any children to pass it on my teachings to."
"Plus I wanted her to teach me."
"Why?"
"Because Arthur and I wanted to learn together."
"They are in the same age group and it's a wonderful idea."
"I just don't trust rituals." Allister said.
"It a ritual of religion, it's safe." Jeanne said as she sat down Dylan's breakfast.
"Eat up, then presents, then this blue jar."
"Ok."
"So tell me about your dream, in looking it up in the dream articles, but you aren't detailed enough."
"Dreams?" Allister asked.
"I'll tell you later." Dylan said to Jeanne and she nodded.
"Wait, what was it about?" Allister asked.
"Fairies." Dylan lied.
"Fairies don't exist." Allister sighed.
"I've lost my appetite, sorry cousin."
"That's quite alright, 'ow about you open your presents."
"Ok." Dylan said and opened Arthur's first.
"I had it specially made so you could use it as target practice." Arthur said as Dylan pulled out a doll. The doll had crimson red hair, giant eyebrows, and thin green eyes. A doll of Allister.
"YE DAMN BRAT, I'M GOIN' TO RING YER NECK!" Allister yelled. He went to pull back his fist and punch Arthur, but a hand stopped his arm.
"Behave, it's Dylan's day." Cailean said and handed his present to Dylan. "I hope ye like it." Cailean smiled. "Ye've grow up so fast, it's hard to pick out presents." Dylan smiled and opened the present. Inside was a stuffed sheep and a stuffed dragon. Dylan smiled widely as he held the stuffed animals and Allister doll close. "That is from Eily and me." Cailean said.
"My presents turn." Allister said and grabbed his massive present. "I had a friend of the family do it, who knew Feliciano could paint this during his siesta and eating." Allister explained while Dylan undid the paper around the large object. When Dylan was done he stood and stared at a painting of the Kirkland's. His eyes widened in amazement as he looked from his siblings to himself, then to Francis and Jeanne. He was so happy that he jumped on Allister in a hug.
"I love it. I love everything." Dylan smiled widely. "Thank you." Allister smiled and hugged Dylan back.
"Feli met our mum and dad right, so why aren't they in the painting?" Arthur asked as he looked at the painting.
"This is current moments, since our parents are…gone I had Feli count them out.
"What was mum and dad like?" Dylan asked.
"Uh." Allister let out, stumped. "They were nice, but mum had an awful temper."
"Oh, but they liked me right?"
"Of course they did, ye were the special one of us. They were grateful to have ye." Cailean said.
"How'd they die." The room became uncomfortable and Eily placed a hand on Dylan's head, roughing up his hair.
"That's a touchy subject, so lets change the subject."
"Alright." Dylan pouted. "Is it because I'm human that I can't remember them?"
"Most likely." Jeanne said. "This potion was made just for you Dylan." She said and pushed the blue jar in front of Dylan more.
"Why me?"
"Because you're 'uman and age faster than any of us. This is a little potion I made from the rare roots that I've grown in the garden. It is for you so you will stop aging."
"Oh, why?" Dylan asked, poking the jar.
"Because we want you to stay with us forever, we don't want to put you in a box and bury you. The decisions yours."
"What are the side effects?"
"Well, this is the worst part of this potion. It is not complete yet, it needs vampires blood."
"That doesn't sound bad." Allister said and sat down with Dylan on his lap.
"This is the worst thing, 'e can't just drink the vampires blood once, 'e 'as to drink it once ever month."
"Eh, ye didn't tell us that back when we agreed to this."
"You never asked, so Dylan." Jeanne said, looking at the boy. "You don't have to pick now, but if you want to do this I'd like to start you soon."
"Will it taste good."
"It will be fucking 'orrid, worse than anything else you've drank or eaten before."
"What would happen if I stopped drinking the vampire blood."
"You'll start to age, which around 16 I'll have you do so your 'ormones and puberty set in."
"Hm." Dylan thought.
"You get to choose from which of your siblings blood you want to drink for an eternity."
"I don't like this anymore, not that I don't want Dylan to live with us for the rest of time."
"Ok." Dylan muttered.
"What?" Allister said, shocked.
"I don't want to grow old while you guys stay the age you are now, the only one that will change is Arthur."
"Alright, we will start you tomorrow. Now lets get you bathed and you lot get ready for your party."
"Wait, if ye are sure about this Dylan then I'll be the one to use my blood in the potion." Allister said. Dylan looked up surprised at Allister.
"What?" Arthur said.
"I think it's wise, I'm the least possible person to get tied down in a relationship."
"That is true, ye don't like relationships."
"Wait, one more thing. Allister if you do this Dylan won't be the only one tied to one person for blood. You would 'ave to feed off of Dylan for the rest of 'is extended life."
"WHAT!" Allister yelled along with his older siblings.
"Something in the potion, it ties the blood together. It is kind of painful drinking this brew, it eats its way into your veins and the potion deludes the vampire blood cells so it doesn't change the person."
"I rather it be Allister since I know he can control himself around Dylan." Eily said.
"I trust big brother Allister, so I'm fine with it."
"I guess it is decided." Allister said and picked Dylan up from his lap before standing. "It's just ye and me."
"I didn't know you could carry 13 year olds Allie." Dylan joked.
"It's my mornin' exercise." Allister joked back.
"Hey Allister, do ye sense that?" Cailean asked, Eily and Francis glaring. Arthur was confused with Dylan.
"Yes, Dylan can ye and Jeanne go to Jeanne and Francis' bedroom." Allister glared as sat Dylan down.
"W-Why?"
"Someone's on our land." Allister said and kneeled down. "I'll get ye after we find out who it is, alright." Allister kissed Dylan's forehead before Jeanne grabbed Dylan's hand and pulled him into the bedroom. As soon as the door shut Jeanne curled up with Dylan in the corner. It was quite for a few minutes, just breathing from the two. Jeanne had laid her cloak over Dylan.
"J-Jeanne." Dylan whispered.
"Shuuuu, don't talk yet." Jeanne covered Dylan's mouth. The only sound was that of outside and Jeanne breathing. A few more minutes passed and there was utter silence. Jeanne had removed her hand and held Dylan closer to her. Dylan let his guard down and leaned against Jeanne more, covering in the cloak more.
Suddenly the door was thrown in and a woman's head leaned in. She looked left slowly. When she didn't spot anyone she slowly turned her to the right. Dylan shook in his spot, but he held his arms out a bit to protect Jeanne behind him. Dylan gulped as the woman's eye, that was hidden behind her long black hair, met his eye. Dylan could see a smile play on her face as her whole body entered the room. She slowly took steps towards the duo in the corner. Dylan watched her near them, then he was towering over them. Dylan could now see her face, giving a sigh of relief.
"Mrs. Jones, you gave me a bloody fright." Dylan said and felt relieve.
"I'm sorry dear, I just couldn't wait to see you again, I just jumped the fence an was greeted by your brothers." The woman explained quickly and kneeled down. She swooped Dylan into a hug and whipped him back and forth swiftly. "Happy Birthday Dylan." Mrs. Jones said before releasing him. "Come on Jeanne, I want a hug from you." Dylan moved out of the way and Mrs. Jones hugged the witch,
"Allison you do not look a day over 1000."
"It's all the young blood, you and your magic make you such a young lady."
"It's good to see you Mrs. Jones, but why are you here early?" Dylan asked with a small smile.
"I wanted to have a birthday meeting with my nephew."
"Honestly Mrs. Jones, if you keep saying such people might think you are related to Kirkland blood."
"Your already family to me by soul Dylan."
"How about we get to a roomier place in the house." Jeanne said and stood up with Allison's help. Dylan stood up and together the trio filed out. In the living area was Allister, Cailean, Eily, Mr. Jones, Matthew (The youngest Jones), and Francis.
"Where is Arthur?" Dylan asked as he entered the room.
"Outside, playing with Alfred." Matthew answered.
"Is it ok if I go play with them?"
"Alright, but hurry up so we can get to the ritual on time." Jeanne said and with a nod Dylan was gone, out the door.
Dylan ran towards the garden, knowing Arthur usually sat over there when outside. Dylan made it to the rock Arthur usually sat against and heard a groan. Dylan, confused, walked around the rock and peeked out from the side. Dylan's eyes widened as He saw Arthur with his head thrown back in a mixed look of pleasure and pain. Alfred had Arthur's wrist pinned to the rock and was feeding from Arthur's neck. Dylan blushed and went to look away, but before he could he saw blood run down Arthur's neck, through his shoulder, down the sleeve, and splashed on the ground.
"Ah." Dylan's eyes went wide. '"Please, please spare me. I'll give you my son in place of me, yes he's much younger and can serve as a servant." There was a blood covered woman begging and crying.' Dylan was getting sick as other images hit. '"You can have him in exchange for me, I promise never to tell a soul."' '"so do we have a deal?"' Dylan had long ago fell to the ground, curled up, covered his ears, as a way to stop the voices, and closed his eyes. With his eyes closed, he saw the scene. There was a dead man with his throat ripped open. Dylan turned and saw the bloody woman crying out in fear to a familiar redhead. '"Take my son then. He's young and fresh blood for you."' Dylan tried to reach out to the redhead, but was stopped by more talking. '"I don't want his blood, nor do I want yer's."
"Can I leave then?"
"Allister hurry up here, she could alert someone." An Irish man said walking into the house.
'C-Cai.' Dylan thought.
"Ah." The woman froze.
"I ain't goin' to eat her." The woman sighed. "But ye aren't livin' neither." The man, Allister, said before blood splashed across the living area.' Dylan stared at the bloody walls and shook.
"Dylan…Dylan." Allister called as he shook Dylan. Dylan opened his eyes to see Allister, Arthur, Alfred, Matthew. "Oh thank god, are ye ok? Ye fainted."
"I did?" Dylan asked. With a nod from Allister Dylan sprang up and hugged his older brother. "A-Allister, d-did you ever take me on one of your hunts."
"All of ye go inside, Dylan and I need to speak in private." With a nod the young children ran to the cottage. "No I never took you on a hunt."
"So…I was just dreaming, the whole thing."
"Did ye have a nightmare?"
"Yes." Dylan said and hugged his brother. "The woman was so mean, she tried to use her son as an scapegoat."
"How so?"
"You were going to kill her, she offered her son to you. Then she-you…." Dylan shut his mouth and fell silent. Allister on the other hand hugged his little brother, knowing what he had remember.
"It's ok, it was only a nightmare." Allister said and lifted Dylan up. "Come on, time for yer bath."
"You wouldn't take a deal like that ever, right."
"Of course not, come on." Allister carried Dylan back to the cottage, everyone a little worried about Dylan.
"Dylan are ye alright?" Eily asked as Allister passed by.
"I am fine." Dylan said and was carried to the bathroom.
"Now get a bath and be a good boy at the ritual. I don't want to hear ye tried to someone from hell or I'll kick yer ass from one end of this country to the next." Allister said before laying Dylan on the ground and closing the door. Dylan sighed and slowly undressed. He looked into the thing known as a mirror and stared at his many scars. He never remembered where they came from, those of cuts from unknown objects. With another sigh Dylan finished undressing and climbed into the cold tub of water.
From what Dylan heard from Arthur the vampire siblings had hot water baths in the castle. It was easy to say that Dylan didn't like it. They were hardly a family when the brothers and Eily didn't visit. Dylan sighed again and began cleaning his body with the herb made soap of Jeanne's. Dylan sat in the freezing wooden tube just think of his dream when his deep thoughts were interrupted by a knock.
"Dylan are ye ok? Yer taking a long time in there." Allister called from behind the door.
"Yes. I'm done, I'll be out in a minute." Dylan said and stood up in the tub. Dylan went to reach for his towel when Allister walked into the bathroom. Dylan blushed and turned around. "Excuse me, I'm still naked."
"Relax, we are brothers. I changed yer diapers and dressed ye, didn't I."
"Yes, but I am still embarrassed."
"Of what?"
"My body." Dylan muttered and grabbed the towel. He wrapped it around the entirety of his front torso.
"I don't understand ye about that, but I got ye clothes." Allister said and hung the suit on a wooden beam. "Something nice for ye." He smiled and walked over to Dylan. "Have a nice birthday, my wee brother." Allister smiled and kissed Dylan's forehead before he got to his feet and walked out.
"Hm." Dylan pouted before grabbing his undergarments. Around 10 minutes later Dylan had been fully dressed and out of the bathroom. The only one in the living area was Jeanne, who was dressed up as well.
"You look so 'andsome, so much like your brothers. Well, shall we go." Jeanne smiled and hopped up from her seat. She snatched Dylan's hand and led him out of the house. "Alright, we need to do a little shopping." Jeanne said and pulled Dylan over to a shop.
"Stay here." Jeanne said before my walking into the store.
"Excuse me." Someone said behind Dylan. The young teen turned and was met with an older male. He didn't seem too old compared to Dylan, but what stood out to Dylan was the blue hair. Dylan had never seen such a strange color of hair before. "Do you know where the Kirkland mansion is?"
"Oh, are you one of Allister's or Cailean friends?"
"Uh, yes. Might I ask how such a young boy knows of them?"
"Well I am a Kirkland. Second youngest, Dylan Kirkland. Please to meet you…"
"Thomas." The blue haired teenager said. "You are a human though."
"Yes, the odd ball of the family. I guess it's rare."
"I understand that plenty." Thomas said.
"So, which of my brothers or sister are you friends with."
"Hm, Cailean." Thomas said.
"If your going to the party your a bit too early, why not come to the pagan ritual with cousin Jeanne and me."
"A witch." Thomas whispered.
"I'm not, but cousin refuses to believe I'm simply a human. She's also talks to spirits of dead people, they told her I was a special person."
"A-alright, I guess I can spend some time out before going to the party."
"Dylan, who's this?" Jeanne asked as she walked out with a bag of things in her hand.
"Thomas, he is a friend of Cailean's."
"Oh, it's lovely to meet you." Jeanne brought up her hand that didn't have the groceries in them. Thomas smiled and shook Jeanne's hand.
"Please to meet you mam."
"Cousin can he join us at the church?" Dylan asked.
"I guess 'e can join, if 'e doesn't tell anyone."
"No worries mam." Thomas said and with that the trio headed towards the abandoned church ground.
"I'm so glad you made another friend Dylan, zis time 'e isn't a family friend."
"Ha ha." Dylan laughed and ran up to Jeanne. "How about you teach me a friendship spell, then I'll have all the friends in the world."
"That would only end in blood shed Dylan. Envy is a sin, remember that."
"I know." Dylan smiled and walked in silence for the rest of the trip. When they finally stopped it was late in the afternoon when the trio reached the abandoned church on the outskirts of the village. Jeanne led the younger boys into the church and to the alter where a group of men and women stood, setting up object needed go the ritual.
"Jeanne, it's been forever since I last saw you." A woman said as Jeanne place the jars she had bought in the store in front of varies people.
"A 'undred years isn't too long."
"Are those your children?"
"'eavens no, zat is my cousin Dylan. I married around a century ago, Francis Bonnefoy."
"As in the vampire Bonnefoy's?"
"Yes."
"So this young Dylan a Kirkland, am I correct."
"Yep." Dylan smiled.
"That's nice how old are you?"
"Thirteen today mam." Dylan's smile never faded.
"Dylan is different, he's human."
"Is he adopted?"
"Nope, just unique."
"Have you had the high witch check for anything not human?"
"High witch?" Dylan asked.
"No, it's no one Dylan."
"Alright."
"Can you both go sit and watch?" Jeanne smiled and slowly Dylan and Thomas sat in isle of benches.
"Welcome everyone, please stand on the circle with your jars, also have someone you pray for in mind." The chief of the staff said.
For the next hour and a half the duo sat waiting for the ritual to finish. For the longest time it was silent until chanting began. At the end of ritual Jeanne packed up the jars as the other witches chatted.
"Cousin." Dylan said as he ran toward Jeanne. Jeanne turned just as Dylan tripped and fell against her.
"Do be careful." She said and helped Dylan stand. Dylan had a hand land on Jeanne's stomach when he fell and he had yet to take it off.
"Jeanne, what is that?" Dylan asked and moved around her stomach. "Jeanne, I feel the thumping of a heart. Cousin, are you with child?" Dylan asked as Jeanne stuttered.
"Dylan you need to stop talking right now." Jeanne said and dragged Dylan out of the church by his wrist. Thomas grabbed the jars and ran after the duo.
Outside Jeanne was scolding Dylan, who only managed a pokerface.
"You must never tell anyone, especially Francis and your siblings."
"Why cousin, this is wonderful that your expecting."
"I am not some delicate flower that needs to be taken care of, when I get bigger than I'll allow people to care for me."
"Alright." Dylan smiled.
"I was thinking of you to name him or her." Jeanne said.
"Oh really?"
"Oui, Mon Cheri is a good cousin so it would be an honor."
"Mrs. Jeanne, you forgot your jars." Thomas said as he walked out of the church.
"Oh oui, thank you. Shall we escort you to the party."
"Oh thank you." Thomas smiled and handed the bag to Jeanne.
"Hey Thomas, lets talk." Dylan said as Thomas walked ahead of the cousins. Dylan ran up behind Thomas and reached out to grab the older ones hand. Once his fingers slid against Thomas' hand he was surrounded by a familiar pale room. Dylan sat against the wall and looked up to see Cailean.
"Ye misunderstand everything." Cailean smirked, his eyes glowing red as he looked down at Dylan. Suddenly Dylan's chest tightened and he had trouble getting air to his lungs. "How about I help ye understand, human." Cailean kneeled down and smirked at Dylan's agony.
He shook as he sprung up in his bed and breathed deeply. Jeanne sat next to him with a worried look.
"You fainted again, are you alright?"
"Y-yes, just another nightmare cousin." Dylan asked.
"I'm 'aving the 'igh witch check you tomorrow, to see what's causing these night terrors."
"A-Alright, don't tell my brothers."
"Don't worry I won't."
"I'll make you a little potion to clean away those for now." Jeanne said before exiting the small bedroom. Soon Jeanne returned with a glass full of purple liquid. "Drink this and go back to bed." Jeanne said before Dylan took the glass and downed it in on drink. Jeanne took the glass back and waited till Dylan fell asleep again.
Thomas had been shown into the castle by Jeanne and managed his way around the crowd. He had soon spotted the brothers and Eily talking with one another. He watched as others came to talk to them, or asked for dances. Men and woman alike asking the brothers and sister.
"I heard Dylan fainted again, on the way back from the ritual." Eily said.
"Should we send for a doctor?" Cailean asked.
"No, he will be find with Jeanne around to take care of him." Allister said as he watched Arthur dance with Alfred, making sure nothing like earlier happened again.
"I'm going to go look around for those papers that Jeanne sent in."
"Alright." Eily and Allister said before Cailean waved goodbye and headed upstairs. Thomas saw an opportunity and took, following Cailean up the stairs. Thomas stayed a good distance behind Cailean as the older man didn't notice his stalker.
As Thomas reached the doorway to Cailean's room Cailean had already busied himself in the pile of papers. Thomas silently breathed out nervously before pulling a gun from the holster under his jacket. He stepped into the doorway, pushed the door open, and held up the gun. Cailean turned when he sensed the other person in the room. He was met with the sight of a shaking boy, holding a gun in his hands
"Oh, hello. May I ask what that gun is doing in the hands of a young boy."
"S-shut it vampire." Thomas stuttered.
"How'd a human get into an all vampire party? Better question is why ye are pointing a gun at a stranger."
"Revenge for the lose of my people, you blood driven monsters."
"Well that's not very nice." Cailean said, not scared to walk forwards to where Thomas stood. Thomas was shaking horribly and scare for his life as Cailean approached him. When Cailean stopped in front of Thomas he grabbed the gun and smiled. "Let's sit this down over here and chat." Thomas let the gun be taken away before he realized what he was doing. Cailean sat the gun on the desk and place his hand on Thomas' shoulders. Cailean led the teenager to his bed and sat him down on the soft sheets, and joined Thomas a few seconds later.
"So…who are ye?" Thomas didn't reply at first and only shook. Cailean put his hand on Thomas' shoulder again and smiled. "Ye should not worry. I do not plan to hurt or eat ye. I'm Cailean Kirkland."
"I-I know who you are." Thomas whispered. "I-I'm Thomas Johnson." Cailean smiled.
"So Thomas, why did you have a gun?"
"To kill you and your murdering family." Thomas glared.
"My family are not murders." Cailean glared.
"They kill people, people who have done nothing to your family." Thomas said, but noticed the glaring red eyes. Thomas jumped off the bed and backed into the wall. When Cailean stood up, Thomas slid to the floor. The young Brit was crying fear and getting no air to his lungs. Cailean walked closer to Thomas, causing Thomas to start hyperventilating.
"Ye misunderstand everything." Cailean smirked, his eyes glowing red as he looked down at Thomas. Thomas' chest tightened even more and he had trouble getting any air to his lungs. "How about I help ye understand, human." Cailean kneeled down and smirked at Thomas' agony.
"I-I'm sorry." Thomas muttered as Cailean bent close to Thomas. Thomas shut his eyes, unable to bear seeing Cailean's eyes anymore. Thomas felt hot breath on his ear and blushed. Cailean chuckled and whispered into Thomas' ear.
"Kidding, I'm not mad at ye." Cailean said and backed away.
"S-stop teasing me, if you are going to kill me then do so."
"Ye didn't hurt anyone, yer just scared."
"W-what do you mean."
"Yer too innocent for my taste." Cailean sat with his legs crossed and stared with a smile. "But unfortunately ye don't get to go home."
"WHY?!" Thomas yelled.
"Because I've taken a liking to ye." Cailean said and leaned forward. "Yer blue hair catches my eye, such a unique color, most likely for a unique person." Cailean said and leaned against Thomas' neck.
"Eh." Thomas flinched.
"Don't worry, I won't bite ye." Cailean said and laid against Thomas.
"Eh."
"So tell me about yer family." Cailean asked.
"No." Thomas said.
"Did ye come after me because of them."
Silence.
"So it is because of them." Cailean said.
"They hate your family, I wanted to make them proud of me by killing you, but I'm just a pussy." Thomas didn't stop the tears falling down his face.
"Hey now." Cailean sat up. "No crying in this house."
"Sh-shut up." Thomas muttered then gasped as a hand wiped off his face. "D-DON'T TOUCH ME Y-YOU DAMNED MONSTER!" Thomas yelled and slapped Cailean's hand away. Cailean immediately rebound and slammed Thomas against the wall, pinning him in place. "AH!" Thomas let out in shock and pain.
"I have been nice to ye this whole time, but I will get nasty if ye don't shut yer trap." Cailean said and immediately regretted it as Thomas cried harder.
"I DON'T TAKE ORDERS FROM A DAMN VAMPIRE!"
"THAT'S IT!" Cailean forced Thomas head back and leaned toward Thomas neck. Cailean opened his mouth wide around the pale neck and Thomas shuttered in fear. There was a long, silent pause, except for Thomas' whimpering, before Cailean pulled away from Thomas' neck and shutting his mouth. Thomas was bawling his eyes out through closed eyes and whispering apologies. Cailean had yet to remove his hands until now and then he backed away. Thomas opened his eyes and stared fear at the vampire in front of him.
"I never will bite ye like this Mr. Johnson, please forgive my outbreak."
"Don't." Thomas muttered.
"Oh." Cailean looked confusingly at Thomas.
"Don't call me that, just call me you or Thomas."
"Alright then, so will you forgive me Tommy."
"Thomas. I-it should be the other way around. Please forgive me for trying to kill you." Thomas said and with a smiled came a kiss on the cheek by Cailean.
"If ye want I'll take ye home tomorrow, Ye can stay in my room tonight."
"NO!" Thomas shouted. Cailean jumped a little.
"P-please don't. I'm a failure, they won't want me. I am nothing but a burden, please don't take me back there."
"Well I not there then where."
"I don't have anyone who wants me, I can stay here and serve you. I can clean and feed you, I'll do whatever you ask."
"Then may I suggest a day of us?"
"Um, if you truly want." Thomas said and Cailean hugged him.
"I want ye to tell me a story, the one of ye."
"I rather not, but tell me, as these days of us happen will we bed together at all."
"Maybe a few times, that shouldn't be a problem correct."
"No, it's just I've never been in bed with another." Thomas blushed deeply.
"W-Well that seems to be a problem to ye. How about we just get ye bathed and to bed." Cailean stood up and stretched for a few seconds. When he was done he bent over and picked Thomas up bridal style.
"Alright. Are you going to j-join." Thomas stuttered.
"Later, I'll tell my siblings the situation. I'll lock my door so no one gets in while yer asleep." Cailean said and laid Thomas in the bed. He covered the younger boy with the heavy blankets and waited till he dozed off. Once Thomas did fall asleep Cailean snuck out of the room, shutting and locking the door.
*HETALIA*
A field of fire surrounded Dylan from below. Dylan was constrained to something as he tried to move out of the flames grasp. He heard voice below, as well as laughter. Dylan tried to look past but only found it impossible a the flames grew closer and closer.
No, they weren't getting closer, Dylan was. Dylan was falling into the flames. As he got closer and farther from clean air Dylan began screaming. He closed his eyes and waited to be burned alive, yet he hit the wooden floor. Dylan opened his closed eyes and stared up at the two figures in front of him.
One was Allister, the other was the dead man on the floor from before. This was the scariest moment Dylan had watched in his life. He watched as Cailean tore the mans throat out and drank the blood flooding out. Dylan couldn't look away from the blood all around the house to the new corpse Dylan's brother had left on the ground. Dylan blink three time in a row until he was in the flames again. Dylan felt his skin being singed but he couldn't scream. A sudden, bloody scream tore through the air.
"DYLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!" Jeanne's voice resounded through the crowd.
Dylan sprang up in a cold sweat, looking around at his cabin room. He breath led in once and released. The house was quiet as Dylan thought of the horrid dream he had. He breathed in again, but instead of breathing out he screamed.
"JEANNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The blood curtailing scream ranges from the house to the castle. Allister heard the scream once and ran out the door.