A/N: Another chapter. YAY! This story is seriously amazing, even to me. I love how it's unfolding in my mind. It's definitely cooler than the short little one shot I originally thought of. :D
Special thanks to LordxXxofxXxDorkness and Lady-Talla-doe for your continued support and listening to my nonsense. :D
Also, thanks to Vergillover116 for reviewing every chapter. :)
Soundtrack: For All Lovers by Stanfour; Hear Me Now by Hollywood Undead; Fate by Bleak.
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Last Time…
"You can call me Ezekiel."
Isaac turned back around to face the vampire, who was watching him carefully.
"That's what the people who took care of me called me… before the order came for me…" He finished. Isaac smiled.
"Very well. Goodnight. Ezekiel."
The vampire smiled, showing his fangs.
The guards jumped when the door opened and closed.
"He's fine now. You will act like nothing ever happened." Isaac instructed them. They nodded as he left, his long robes flying out behind him. Chuckling could be heard from inside the room.
"This is gonna get interesting…" a deep voice rumbled.
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Isaac sat down on his bed with a heavy sigh. He was a little dizzy and shaky; a side effect of the anti-Familiar formula… well the dizziness was… he ran a hand over his face and looked down at his arm. He could still clearly see two sets of puncture holes in his skin. His gaze was focused on the set on his wrist.
He could almost feel the sharp fangs if he thought hard enough… could almost feel his blood being fed upon… could almost feel his skin being pulled into Black Hat's mouth…
Instantly his body jolted as the feelings came rushing back; both physical and emotional. He wasn't sure what he had been thinking at the moment, but now that he was alone (and his brain wasn't threatening to melt out his ears), he could really think.
What did he really feel for his vampire brother? Well. He was his brother in bond… or he used to be… and he did care for him… but the things that he had been thinking as the vampire had been feeding…
Isaac felt a blush rise to his face… not out of shame really… mostly out of embarrassment. He hadn't had thoughts of that nature in years, and certainly never about a man. It was shocking to say in the least…
The religious part of his brain screamed at him to never think of it again, and to never socialize with Black Hat again… but the human part of his brain; the sexually driven and repressed part wanted more… wanted to feel that bizarre oneness with Ezekiel again. He smiled in spite of himself before he lay down to sleep.
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Although it was the middle of the night, Black Hat was pacing in his room, having already cleaned up the mess he had made. His brow was furrowed in thought as he walked bare foot from one end of the room to the other, grateful to have the extra space.
The gears in his head were turning as he considered the man he now knew to be called Isaac. Earlier, he had tortured the man's senses simply on a whim, fed from him because he was dying.
But now he seriously considered whether he would do it again.
He sat down on his mattress, which was currently on the floor until he got a new bed frame. He really didn't have the patience to think about this right now, but he knew if he didn't, it would keep him up all night anyways.
He would never admit it out loud, but he had always watched Isaac more closely than the others, even back when they were in training. There was just something about him that held his attention. Black Hat had seen something in those ice blue eyes that had stirred his heart.
Back then he had attributed it to admiration, but now that he had been shown a new light, and had tasted Isaac's blood, and heard those noises fall from his lips… he wasn't so sure anymore. He ran a hair through his rapidly-growing hair.
He didn't love Isaac. He didn't love anything, except maybe blood and the violence required to get it sometimes. He loved fighting. He loved getting what he wanted. But Issac? No. He didn't love him. Maybe at one point he had loved him as a brother, but now…
Black Hat snarled and flopped onto his back.
He really didn't have the patience to deal with this… he let his eyes slide shut, but the only thing he saw behind the lids was a pair of piercing blue eyes staring back at him. His eyes opened again.
They would have words when Isaac visited tomorrow. Black Hat chuckled dryly. God, now he was looking forward to when the man visited… what was wrong with him.
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Just as Black Hat expected, Priest came to the prison the next day. This time however, he came with a bag. Black Hat eyed it warily. Priest waited until the door shut to turn and smile softly at him.
"Good morning, Ezekiel." He said. Black Hat felt his stomach flip-flop at the way Priest said his name.
Dammit stop!
"Isaac." He replied with a nod after he had chastised himself. Isaac felt the hairs stand up on his arms. Black Hat's voice was like velvet when he said his name… he restrained that thought immediately. He instead gestured to the bag in his hand.
"I brought you something." He said, sounding shy to Black Hat's ears. The man put the bag on the floor and pulled out two shirts, one black, one brown, and a pair of black pants.
"I told you I'd bring new clothes for you." He said, keeping himself from staring at Black Hat's shirtless torso. He put the clothes in the vampire's outstretched arms. A smirk split Black Hat's face.
"Got tired of seein' me without a shirt on?" He said. He got the exact reaction he was hoping for. Priest shifted his weight from foot to foot and blushed a pleasant shade of pink.
"No. I just knew you had no other shirts." He mumbled, staring at his feet. Black Hat chuckled. He had never seen the man like this. It was amusing.
"I have something else for you." Priest said when Black Hat had folded his clothes to his liking, placed them on the floor next to his mattress, and looked at him again.
Priest reached into the bag and pulled out a familiar hat. Black Hat smiled.
"I was about to ask if you forgot it." He said, taking the slightly burned hat and placing it on his head. Somehow it made his gold eyes burn brighter, and Priest struggled to keep from locking gazes with him, knowing that he'd do whatever he asked if he did.
"Isaac."
Priest suppressed a shiver at the mention of his name. He finally looked at the vampire. His golden eyes bored into his own pale blue ones, and he felt a flutter rise in his stomach.
"There's something we need to discuss, and I believe you already know what I'm gonna say." Black Hat said. Priest shifted his weight again. Yes. He did know, but he wasn't sure of what he would say in return.
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A/N: BAHAHA another cliffy? I'm horrid. XD Review please. Fate is one of my favorite fic-writing songs. I highly recommend you all listen to it.