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So my faithful reviewer told me that my Simon sounds like the Belmont... But I have never even Simon Belmont... I'm sorry if he looks that way... I guess I like some guy I don't know... Anyways thanks for the review... And here the next chapter...Enjoy!
Chapter 4
Placing the blonde hunter on his bed, Simon stood beside him. Watching for the slight movement of the rise and fall of his chest. "So young." Simon brought a hand to rest on the hunter's face, stroking his cheek. "So reckless." He moved a strand of hair away from the nape of the sleeping man's neck. "So brave." He bent down over the skin, darting out a tongue to lick the area by his artery. The blonde shifted beneath him, arching into the sensation. Simon smiled. "What's this? Not so straight after all." Clicking his teeth against his tongue in a disapproving manner, he resumed the procedure.
Opening his mouth, he shoved his fangs into the other's neck. Leon shot up instantly upon feeling the intrusion. Next to the pair the naked servant appeared once more, though fully clothed in his dirty tunic. "Shall I start the chant."
Simon nodded, slightly.. Slowly he started to lap up the blood as it poured out, feeling the other arch against him in both pain and pleasure. Behind them the low whispers of a chant entered the background. When he took all that was needed, he pulled away. Taking a knife off the bedside, he slowly brought it down on himself, slicing open a vein. Blood started to pour out of his wrist, trickling down into a pool inside the cavern of the hunter's mouth.
Reaching down, he slowly whispered in the dying man's ears. "Drink it, if you want to live." The man only half aware of his surroundings refused, annoying the creature to no end. "Fine if you wish it to happen this way." Leaning forward, his cold hand gently rubbed the other's throat, forcing him to swallow out of reaction. Slowly the blood disappeared, leaving only a small trace of red, on Leon's lips.
"Is my work done master?" The servant bowed.
"Yes Ian you may leave." Simon kept his body facing his new fledging waiting for him to wake up. "Let's see how you react when you wake up. Shall we?" Sitting in a nearby chair, he took out a book, waiting.
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Joachim shivered from his spot in the darkened corner. Something had aroused him from his light sleep and that wasn't good. 'I have a feeling something very bad just took place. I just hope Leon wasn't part of it.' His thoughts surprised him. The malice he once felt was starting to disappear completely, leaving in its place something new.
"I must go see what has happened when that damn creature leaves." Although, the vampire could have taken the thing down easily, he had learned quickly that sometimes waiting for the right opportunity was better and safer. Watching the moving creature, he deduced that it wouldn't be much longer. He just hoped he wasn't too late to save Leon.
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Stirring, Leon noticed he was on a soft bed, and not a dungeon floor. 'What happened?' He thought to himself, daring to open one hue. He felt very weak and his head was killing him. The world around him was a blur of color. He couldn't make out a single thing at first, until his vision started to adjust itself. Moaning, he rolled over to his side. "What theā¦"
Simon who had been reading, stayed silent, watching his victim adjust. To say it was amusing was an understatement. Leon opened his other hue as the world came into focus. Colors were brighter, as were cracks and other small lines. Groaning at the sudden rush, he closed his eyes again.
"Too much for you." Simon spoke softly, knowing how sensitive the hunter's hearing would be.
"What did you do?" His memory had a huge gap in it, and Leon had the feeling something had gone on during it. Something that he wouldn't like.
Getting up, Simon strolled over casually. "Oh nothing, but turn you into a half-breed." He sat next to the bed, tying a rope around both of the hunters arms. "I think you'll like the new changes. Who wouldn't want improved speed, hearing, eyesight, taste, and smell? Well you would if it didn't come with the price of drinking human blood." He watched Leon turn his head repulsed.
"Why?" The hunter managed to choke out, trying to hold the tears he felt at bay. He imagined how his beloved must have felt, as she went through the same thing he did. 'I have failed Sarah. I have become the thing I swore to kill.' He stopped thinking, not wanting to go along the line of self-pity.
"Why?" Simon laughed, throwing his head back. "If I was asked that every time I turned someone I would be richer than I already am." Sobering up, he continued. "Because I can. Is that enough of a reason?" He sat down beside the other resting his head against his hard stomach.
"Because you can! How cruel!" Leon felt like screaming at the other, before killing him with the whip.
"Cruel? That is just a word. When you have lived as long as I have turning the young, innocent and stupid becomes a hobby." He placed a hand over Leon's stomach, chanting lowly. "Sleep for now." Grinning he walked away.
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