Kings and Aces
7/?
1) Lord Camus is a psycho freak. Don't fall in love with him.
2) My father is Xavier Salem Black. He will come for me.
3) My first name is Salem; like my father's.
4) Xavier loves me. Most of the time anyways those sometimes I am a brat.
5) Look back at number one.
Nicky read this list over and over again everyday. It was important, he told himself. He wouldn't have written it down unless it was important. Though his mind was somewhat confused. For starters, Lord Camus didn't seem like a 'psycho freak'. Yes, something seemed off about him. But overall he was caring and intrigued my Dominic's memories and lack of them. Dominic would tell him about not being able to remember much about his past, and Camus would assure him that they would figure everything out together.
Secondly, most of the time he hardly cared much at all if this Xavier Black came for him or not. However at weird moments, random times, he would feel an overwhelming sorrow that could only be connected with that name.
And then there were the dreams. Dreams like the one the night before, when this said father was holding him, telling him it was okay. That everyone was sick after their first time feeding. Dreams that he knew were memories. Dreams that were so real and distant that he was sure there were being forced into his mind. By who? By Xavier? Yes, he thought, it had to be. His father was close, and he didn't know whether to be happy, or afraid.
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Isaac was proud of himself. He had wiped out his lover's memory completely and Xavier Salem Black was nothing more than a forgotten pain in the ass. It hadn't taken near as long as Camus had expected, which was a very good thing. Soon, he and his ward could start a life together, free of chains and telepathic control. They could live honestly, openly, and the throne would be their's. Yes, things were indeed going as planned.
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Black was assembling his army and creating his plans. He could feel his son lose their past together more and more everyday and it was unbearable. Mr. X couldn't let Dominic forget him completely. He sent memories to his son every night, hoping they reached and hoping their would stick. Still, he knew it was only a matter of time before the dreams would be blocked out by the young vampire.
At 3:00 a.m. in Paris, France, Xavier declared war. I'm coming for you son, the blood-thirsty vampire thought rashly. Remember me.
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Camus received the message of war from two of his men while he and his lover were having dinner. Isaac had glared at the messengers menacingly when Dominic had asked "What war?" He did not want Nicky to have a part in the events that were bound to happen sooner or later. However the innocence in the child vampire's voice was enough to hold back his anger. He had the sudden urge to the kiss the boy long and hard.
"Nothing Nicky. Just a small stipulation that needs to be worked out. A misunderstanding, if you will," Camus answered patiently. Dominic frown slightly and Isaac wasn't sure if it was from the use of the much hated nickname, or the lack of information. He was leaning more towards the latter. Nicky had stopped complaining about the moniker weeks ago.
"I want to help you," Dominic answered finally, confirming Camus' belief. Isaac smiled to himself at the boy's loyalty. Then, an idea hit him suddenly. Of course the boy could take part in the killing of his so called father. It would be brilliant.
"Yes," Camus agreed, "Your help would be most appreciated."