Leeman Vol

He sat at the corner of the bar feeling shaken by what he saw the day before. Vol had the honor to travel on the Wormwood with none other then the Lord of Midnight, Christopher Carrion. It had been even the deepest pleasure to witness the sacbrood; a species of insects he thought was long extinct. Even though he was deeply honored to travel with Carrion and to see a once in a life time resurrected species he was terrified. The reason being two things: One, Carrion had a temper, he saw him throw his own servant into the nest of hungry Sacbrood. Secondly, Carrion wanted him to be in charge of leading the Sacbrood.

As much as he loved his insects to where he made himself a living infestation for them, there was no other insect he didn't want to be any closer to but, from a distance was the Sacbrood. Just by talking to one of them briefly Vol knew he couldn't handle an army like that. He didn't want to be involved period! Vol was a lover, not a fighter, he hoped to Cha that Absolute Midnight didn't come too soon.

Vol could feel the insects under and on his skin crawling restlessly with his unease. In order to calm his nerves, he took a swig of vodka went outside to think. As he was walking out, he had a brief glimpse of a happy couple sitting together at a table kissing. He cringed at the site, it reminded him too much of his ex girlfriend, Kat. She left him for his rather gorgeous looking younger brother, Bran Vol. Leeman hated Bran with every fiber of his being. His charms, his ego, his unnatural good looks made every woman want Bran while Leeman was plain repulsive.

Of course when he thought about it he wasn't a pretty site to look at. He remembered his mother telling him once, "Let's face it Leeman, you're too hideous for any woman to love you. That's the reason why you need to get rich or become a politician. What woman love besides looks are money and power." He was ten at the time and it really hurt him. His father on the other hand was a little kinder then his mother. "Your three mouths are part of a genetic trait that you should be proud of. Your grandfather had it, your uncle had it, even one of your aunts had three mouths. Because of your three sets of mouths you have the ability to talk to insects, to scare off your enemies, and to please woman."

Leeman sniggered at the last part. While Vol was cursed to have three sets of mouths, he was surly blessed below the belt. It's a genetic trait in his family to not only have three mouths but to also have three sets of gentiles. At age sixteen, his father hired a prostitute for his birthday. It was the first time he had ever been with a woman. The whore was instructed to have the lights out so she wouldn't see him. The experience was awkward for him but, apparently one hell of a time for the whore. When he finally climaxed, he got out of there as quickly as possible while the whore was begging for more.

Since then he didn't want to have sex for a while. "I didn't like how she felt," he said once to his dad. When he moved out of the house he met Kat, a pretty girl with bright blue eyes with black hair. They met at Babilouimun on the ferris wheel. It first started off as a friendship thing but as the days went by it grew into something more. But it soon changed when he came back home with Kat at his side. Once Kat saw Bran she left him in a heat beat. He discovered the love birds together half naked in the bathroom. She tried to apologizes but, it was no good. By then he left home alone heart broken. Since that day he swore never to love anyone again.

His gloomy thoughts were interrupted by a weight on his chest. The bugs on his body were all still by the sudden visitor on his torso. Vol looked down on his chest and was amazed by what he discovered. It was the Abaratian Butterfly, one of the biggest butterflies in the Abarat. It had a white body with emerald green wings on it. It slowly crawled up his chest, the feathery antennas tickling his leather strapped nose. Out of surprise the butterfly grabbed a hold of his fake nose and flew off with it. At the instant Vol began to run after it.

"Hey, come back here, it's mine!" he shouted in a tongue that the butterfly could understand but, it ignored his plea. To make things even more interesting he discovered another Abaratian butterfly with purple wings, similar to his eye color. He was so distracted by the site that he didn't noticed Meg until it was too late. By the time he was able to see her face to face, he was very stunned by how beautiful her eyes were. Vol put on the best grin he could muster, he wanted to say something clever. By the time he did, she fainted. Vol stood up, at the corner of his eye he found his fake nose along with a pink hat.

Vol reunited with his nose and put the pink hat in his pocket then he went over to the girl. For a moment he didn't know what to do. He sure as hell didn't want to leave her here like a dead begger. Then an idea came into his head, why not take her back to his place? Of course, it was a brilliant idea! Stupid but brilliant! So Vol picked her up the ground and proceeded on his way home. Before he left Commexo City, he looked up to her the Abaratian Butterflies were doing. They were flying together out into the night sky.

There was an old saying that when an Abaratian Butterfly takes an object from a person to another's house as with the other butterfly they were bound to find each other as soul mates. As he left the City he began to wonder if this girl was the one for him.