Words can hardly describe my feelings for all of you, specially for Blood Thirsty Angle, who's writing I admire (and yes, jealousy IS a bitch indeed). You guys refuse to review! But I'll be patient ;)
Anyway, here's the latest chapter; I've got big plans for these two! So, as I always say, enjoy and thank you all for your wonderful support! And if you have written anything that has to do with NaPolA, VladStefan, Hannibal or Shameless (which I am all-in right now) I'd be delighted to read it.
Just a few WARNINGS: I was in a bit of a sadistic mood when I wrote the scene of the bridge, so if you're a little sensitive right now, you might want to skip it. Just a bit of violence and all that good stuff, still safe.
Cheers!
CHAPTER IV.- USELESS EFFORTS.
A scent assaulted my nostrils, a very sweet but manly scent, one I would recognize even dead (not that I was actually alive!). I felt a cold breeze embrace me as Stefan approached me and ran by my side.
"So how did you know where I was?" I questioned my friend. Again, he took his time to answer.
"I followed your scent", he snorted.
We didn't say much for a while, until we arrived town. There, we found a woman begging for money under a bridge; she held a sleeping child in her arms. Stefan and I approached cautiously and the woman immediately asked for our help. My mate took the child away from her and tears started welling up in her eyes. Fear pierced her like a sword and I couldn't help but smirking at the pitiful sight in front of me. Stefan rocked the baby in his arms, smiling at him.
"Beautiful child you have. You should be working, assuring a better life for the young one", stated the dark-haired, scolding the mother. "Nothing in this life comes for free".
"I…have suffered too much…" muttered the woman, causing a disgusted expression distort my mate's face.
"We will end your suffering soon," I assured her and without giving the woman time for anything else, I launched myself against her, grabbing her nape firmly and biting deep, harshly. I sucked her blood angrily, being soon joined by Stefan, sucking as avidly as I was. We are usually quite elegant even when we feed and try to maintain composure as much as we can but that night we had no mercy; we bit, tore, stripped, ravaged the flesh. I felt a sudden anger growing inside me and the feeling of blood flowing down my throat was not enough to calm down my nerves and knowing Stefan as well as I do, he felt exactly the same; I had never seen him suck so angrily or be that sadistic, at least not while feeding.
We finished tearing the body apart, our breathings raged, ready to go hunt some more when Stefan stopped me by grabbing my arm. He pointed at the child whom he had left on the floor; I stared back and raised a brow. As usual, he interpreted my silence perfectly.
"What are we going to do with him? We can't just leave him there" he asked, his gaze cold.
"We just tore his mother apart…and now you want to do something for him?" Stefan's errant temper was starting to get the best of me. He looked at me as if I had said something stupidly obvious.
"Don't tell me you plan to leave him there; the fact that he had a terrible mother doesn't mean he has to endure the consequences".
"Well, we just freed him from that woman, we've already done a favour to him, so now let's go, I'm still hungry", I responded, making my way out of the bridge when Stefan grabbed my wrist, making me turn back. "What is it now? We can't take care of a child if that's what you're thinking".
Stefan looked at me slightly puzzled and infuriated, and I could tell there was something else in his gaze but at the end he just replied: "I'd never ask such nonsense; I'm just suggesting we take him to an orphanage".
"And what's with the sudden altruist outburst?"
Stefan averted his gaze. "He reminds me of myself, that's just it".
That instantly shut me up. Stefan's features were hardened now; he took the child in his arms and made me follow him through the damp streets to a place I had never paid attention to. We left the child outside the building and knocked the door right before disappearing in the night. I couldn't help but thinking that was all too cliché but Stefan's mood seemed to cool up a bit afterwards. We hunted some more and headed back to our castle with still plenty of time. My mate was remarkably quiet on the way back; we shared furtive glances from time to time but neither of us dared to speak. I decided to break the silence.
"Interesting night; I hadn't faced such prickles in quite a long while".
Stefan nodded as he tried to smile. This attempt for a conversation was followed by some others, all of them unsuccessful. I got tired of trying and started kicking stones out of my way. I couldn't understand what had I done wrong to cause that animosity in Stefan; the fact that I didn't give a damn about a child which he projected himself on wasn't reason enough to stop talking to me. It was quite absurd and Stefan's behaviour was starting to irritate me more than it should so I hurried to the castle we now shared with two German vampires. I exaggerated my speed so it transmitted the message: Stefan wasn't the only one who could get pissed at things and as long as he didn't relax, he wouldn't be able to enjoy my company.
I opened the front door with a kick, slamming it against the wall. I heard some noises in the main hall but I didn't even bother to apologize for waking up our guests. I soon felt Stefan's presence at the door, closing it quietly; I also sensed his confusion and I smirked. Well, well, who's the ignored one now?
I headed to my chambers without adding anything else. I threw myself onto the bed, preparing to spend there what was left of the night, waiting for dawn.
Stefan cursed himself in the solitude of his room. Just when he thought he would tell everything to Vladimir, when the delight of success had poisoned his mind, he couldn't manage to say a word to the person he most trusted in. He had even imagined the best scenario, where Vladimir would tell him he shared his feelings and that he had been waiting for this moment as long as he had; instead, they had ended up fighting because he couldn't manage to get his feelings out. He couldn't even understand why he had gotten so out of his mind with the child's situation, why did he have to remember things he held at the back of his head, and much worse, why he had let them affect his relationship or whatever he had with Vladimir. Stefan cursed himself once again but numbness took over soon enough. He sat on his bed, staring at the front.
"Tomorrow", he thought, "tomorrow it will be".
That's it! Loved it? Hated it? Let me now! By the way, if you like Shameless and the idea of Mickey and Ian together, stay tuned because I'm about to upload a fic about them. Nice week, everyone!
