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WARNING: Smex in this chapter, gore stuff. LucianAaron.
26
Alexander had been feeling uneasy after Lucian got into his mating cycle. The aphrodisiac was now all over the Guild and neither he nor Nidhoggr were safe from it. The vampire boy tried to stay away from the humans but Oyan constantly needed him as they were discussing what they were going to do that night. Alexander felt shame for him as the young boy couldn't suppress his own needs and often locked himself up in his own room to have some time alone. Oyan often talked with Alexander about how the spy acted funny after Lucian got into heat and the Terrennial bit his lip several times before answering it was because some humans were more sensitive than others towards vampire's aphrodisiacs. Besides, being so young and so hormonal, this worked twice the normal on a regular adult human. The leader actually believed the explanation and gave Nidhoggr more free time after the chat, now relaying on Alexander much to his despise. As the day passed, Alexander managed to convince Oyan to start moving after Full Moon, especially after what happened to Merclar. The dead of the man made the leader change his point of view about vampires.
Recher fell into a depression mood after that incident. From out of the sudden, he stopped being an ass and didn't talk like he used to. He spent time alone, not wanting anyone to come besides him while he was resting. He even stopped visiting Oyan in his office inside the Guild, but the man knew it was because of the way he reacted towards Merclar's death. Recher was angry because Oyan didn't let him avenge Merclar but what the auburn man said was true. He was angry and sad about his death, but couldn't risk losing him too. If it was in a different situation, then he might had let Recher kill Lucian, but since the vampire had information they needed he couldn't lose him either. Having to kidnap the gunslingers or even Dumas would be more difficult since they didn't know their weakness.
"Do you think Recher will still fight?", asked Oyan to Alexander.
With Merclar dead and Recher being all depressed, the leader only counted with the new member that he hired. He knew the samurai had still some doubts about being hired (perhaps he didn't renounce to his friends at all), but he couldn't talk with anyone else. Nidhoggr always put space between them and Oyan agreed with it, since he was a mere spy but with the many years he had been inside, he grew to like him.
"Possibly.", answered Alexander.
Oyan tried to not grow attached to anyone inside the North Guild just like the earlier leader did, but he wasn't like him at all. In the end, he ended up caring for everyone even if he didn't show it. When someone died, he would shed some tears for his lost alone in his room or in his office, far away from the other's eyes. After washing his face and calming down, he would pray for his soul and let the other bury him, if the dead one still had a body of course.
"But he will only do to revenge Merclar.", added after a few seconds. Oyan turned around and looked at him. "I guess you would do the same.", the auburn man looked away. "You might want to be seen as the though, cold leader of the Guild, but I know you are just like Recher.", Alexander sat on the chair in front of the desk. "You want to kill Lucian for what he did to Merclar."
"How could you guess? You just met me."
"I'm a true warrior, like you said, and I can see through your sorrowful eyes.", said before leaving the office.
Alexander's words danced inside Oyan's head, wondering what kind of man was he. It was true that he would fight also for Merclar once Lucian escapes from the Guild. He wasn't naïve to think the vampire and his mate will stay more than a week inside. Just as Aaron recovers his health, he will break the spell and Lucian will probably look up for him. Perhaps both of them could make an arrangement so the vampire doesn't kill anymore of his men in exchange of their freedom. Lucian was sadist and cruel, but still had some pride and honor inside.
Now he knew more about Lucian. He was the man that fought side by side with Trinity against Ratatosk and Dumas, a man that died and came back. Oyan still didn't know how Nero split from Perrault, the Lunar Terrennial, and not only him; everyone was asking the same thing as not even the same Terrennial could answer it. But he just did and bonded with Lucian, imbuing him with the Dark Powers, with the curse. How he could manage to bear it if he didn't have Dark Matter inside his body already or at last was a half-vampire? Oyan couldn't decipher that part of the man, but there was a high chance that he was injected Dark Matter when he was still a prisoner from Ratatosk, thus, making him compatible with Nero's energy. And being the prideful man the vampire was, maybe he didn't want to his enemy to know something as embarrassing as that.
Oyan took a glance to the clock on the desk. It was near midnight, and he knew that Lucian was still tied up in the dungeon and that Aaron was still inside his jail. After the interrogation the others left, Oyan staying as he watched how Lucian sucked all the blood from Merclar's body. When the vampire finished, the dry body fell on the stoned floor and Oyan watched how small trials of blood slipped from Lucian's mouth, his fangs and teeth dirty with fresh, red blood. The man licked his lips clean as well as his teeth, leaning back on the wall, giving a sigh. He was full, he was content.
"That was a nice, big meal.", said the vampire when the auburn man lifted the corpse of Merclar. "I'm looking forwards to eat something like that again."
Unable to help himself, Oyan spun around quickly and gave Lucian a hard kick on the face but, as he saw earlier, the man wasn't affecter by it as he gave him a wide smile.
"Remember today is Full Moon.", he laughed under his breath. "If you don't want all of your men dead, I suggest you to bring Aaron here at midnight."
Oyan glared at him and left. The entire members from the Guild cremated Merclar's body under the dark sky, in the wood surrounding the building. The leader returned, letting Recher pick up the ashes and put them into an urn they found in one of the basements. Oyan walked to the office and cried Merclar's dead for a few hours before Alexander showed up.
It was ten past midnight. The auburn man was still inside the office, sitting on the chair, elbows on his legs, fingers tangled with each other. Lucian would keep his promise but he didn't see how he was going to break free from those ropes, unless now that Aaron is weak, it will be much easier for him to do it. Oyan hummed softly. He didn't hear anyone scream or nothing exploding. Could it be that Lucian was only threatening him? The man sighed, closing his eyes. The vampire wouldn't say such things unless he could or would do them. Or maybe he had another way to kill everyone in the Guild that didn't necessary imply him breaking free from the ropes and going into a rampage. Oyan only wondered.
Lucian and the rest of the vampires, including Dumas, obliged him to think and act different the usual. He was so used in fighting the Northland vampire style that he had forgotten that the others from the rest of the lands might be lightly different. He had to admit it was a careless action going straight to them and try to kill as much as they could, and even an innocent and naïve emotion. After the first fight he noticed and, now with Merclar's death, he was sure that things weren't going to be the same. He was not going to go straight forwards, but also will use other things under his sleeve besides Alexander and the machine. There were some furred friends that will love to help him in this. But, as vampires, Full Moon nights were dangerous for a human to step closer to them. They lived far in the West, in the mountains, isolated from humans and other creatures. They were very aggressive in certain times of the year, but most of the time they were kind creatures.
Oyan needed to think how to approach them first. Yes, he was familiar with them and they were familiar with him, but couldn't ask their help without a good purpose. Being them hated as vampires were, they needed to be careful with each 'favor' people asked to them. He should go after Full Moon or perhaps next week seeing that the vampire and the boy were going to stay in the Guild for a while and Ernest will not make his move until the brat was out of it.
"Sir?", a rookie came into the office. Oyan turned around and looked at him. Why he hadn't heard the knock on the door? "The prisoner wants to talk with you."
"Which one?"
"The boy."
The auburn man hummed, interested. Why would Aaron want to talk with him? Shouldn't that be Lucian? Oyan nodded and told him to leave, while he stayed a bit more in his office. The vampire was the one desperate in getting in bed with his mate and Aaron didn't seem that type of person to demand things from others, unless after being marked, his personality slowly changed, especially after seeing him work with Lucian a few hours ago.
Standing up, Oyan left the office and went to the jails. Nidhoggr was nowhere to be seen as Alexander, and that made the man worry a bit. He gave the spy some time to himself but, where was the samurai? Could he been with the spy or anyother place? He hoped to. It would be kind of weird to think that the grown up man wanted to go with a young boy like him. But then again, what he should say about Lucian? The man was visible, vampire or not, older than Aaron and yet he was going out with him, and Ernest and the others didn't say a thing. How old was the boy? Sixteen, seventeen? And Lucian? He should be around his twenties. Oyan gave him around twenty-two or twenty-three years old, thought after the last war; he should now be around his thirties, just like him. Wouldn't that be kind of illegal since the boy didn't reach the eighteen? Unless in the East Cities was different from the North ones. After hearing to what Aaron had to say, Oyan made a mental note to ask him or Lucian later about that.
When the man opened the door to the jail, Oyan saw Aaron curled on the bed, under the sheets, flushed face and sweating. As he walked closer, he also noticed the lightly trembling the boy had, too. The IV plasma was placed to a side of the bed seeing that Aaron didn't need it anymore and a tray was on the small stool, with the dirty and empty dish of food that once had it been there. The boy, when he heard the man's footsteps, he turned around, panting hard. Oyan looked at him, wondering what was with him. He took the tray and left it on the floor as he sat on the stool next to the bed.
"Are you sick or something?", was the first thing the auburn man asked after seeing the boy's state of health.
"You could say.", answered Aaron not bothering in sitting on the bed as he stood under the sheets.
"What you want to talk about with me?"
"I need you to bring Lucian here.", Aaron went directly to the spot, not wasting anymore time.
"I beg your pardon?", Oyan opened his eyes widely. "I can't risk my men's life like that! What if he escapes?"
"He will not.", the boy gasped. "Ah... The ropes are still there, aren't they?", Oyan nodded. "Then he will not be able to escape at all."
"Why you need him here?"
"Isn't that obvious enough, damn it!!", said groaning. "I'm horny, I need him here, I need him to fuck me!", he gasped again as a shiver went down his spine. "I thought I could endure it until tomorrow, maybe, but I can't..."
"Is it because you are now a vampire mate?"
"I don't know, I don't care!", angrily replied the boy. "Please, bring Lucian here! I can't stand it anymore, I need him..."
"What guarantees I have of you not breaking the spell on him?", Oyan couldn't trust the vampire, but Aaron was still human after all, so he might take his word. "If this is some kind of trap..."
"No, no...", unable to help it, the boy moaned. Oyan started to feel rather uncomfortable there. Perhaps it was wise to let them be together for the mating, in the end. "You can check on Lucian, he will probably be like me and will not try anything to escape."
Oyan stood up and left without saying a word, much to Aaron's despite. The door closed behind the auburn man as he walked towards the stairs, going to the ones that lead to the dungeons. The Guild was abnormally quiet but that was something that he had foreseen. They weren't under attack, they weren't going into fight that night, his men were bored, sleeping in their rooms, talking, eating something or anyother thing. As he grew closer, he could hear nothing and that made him feel uneasy. Normally, Lucian would talk with the gatekeepers of his dungeon even if he was chained up or after being abused physically. And for the man outside listen, he had to talk in a rather loud voice, but Oyan couldn't hear him. Was he sleeping? Couldn't be. It was almost half past twelve in the night, and he was a vampire. He shouldn't be sleeping.
The man at the door told him that after he and the others came, Lucian had been feeling strange. He slowly grew silent and, since the dungeon is quiet dark, they couldn't see what was happening inside, and they were scared of getting inside in truth. Oyan understood and let them open the door. The man walked inside and lighted on the little bulb of light hanging from the ceiling illuminating the vampire. Lucian was still tied up with the red, black and purple ropes. He was leaning on the wall from his left side, barely noticing that Oyan had entered the room. He only did when the auburn man told him he was there.
"...What do you want now...?", said Lucian in a breathless sentence.
The man noticed the same symptoms, to put them a name, as Aaron. The vampire had his face flushed; he was sweating, panting hard and trembling. He didn't seem as he wanted to fight or mock Oyan like he always did and loved to.
"Get up.", ordered the man as he approached him. "You are out of here."
Lucian laughed.
"What? Do you think I'm going to let you set me free without bringing Aaron with me?", he growled when Oyan lifted him by his arms and let him support on his own body.
"I never said I would set you free.", the man helped Lucian out of the dungeon and told the others to close the door and escort him. "You are going to see someone.", Lucian looked at Oyan in a weird way and the man smiled. "You will see that brat and you will stay with him tonight and tomorrow so you can do your stuff, what ever it is.", he felt the vampire shiver.
"Thank you."
It was a quick trip to the jail. The gunslingers opened the door to Oyan and the vampire as they entered. Aaron opened his eyes and smiled when he saw Lucian being carried by the auburn man, feeling his body shiver once more. Like recuperating strength, the vampire walked away from Oyan as he dropped his body on the bed, next to the boy, sharing a soft and short kiss of welcome. The auburn man exited the jail quickly, not really wanting to see anything of that. He told his men to leave too, but stay in the entrance of the hallway if something happened.
Lucian slowly put away the sheets covering Aaron's body, feeling the heat irradiating from it, his sticky skin thanks to the sweat. His lips were softly caressing his own, tracing his sides with his hands and kicking the sheets to the bottom of the bed, tangling his legs afterwards with Lucian's ones. Aaron slowly lifted his right one, pressing it hard on Lucian's one, then circling his waist with both of them as their kiss turned fierce, the hands roaming over the bodies, quickly finding the clothing and removing it. Aaron's shirt was the first thing that flew across the jail, next to Lucian's upper armor. Since the ropes rip the vest that was usually underneath it the boy didn't have to waste time in removing it since there was none. He moved to the vampire's pants, but was stopped by his hands as he felt Lucian's teeth on his neck and cleavage.
Aaron moaned softly, digging his fingers in the vampire's hair, not letting him move as he grabbed him by his waist with both legs. Lucian looked at his mate and smiled, biting down and leaving a red mark in the middle of his chest as he slowly traveled lower with his wet tongue, reaching the boy's naval before going up once more. Aaron gave surprise yelp when Lucian lifted him up without taking his legs from his waist, lifting his head and finding the boy's lips in another kiss, as he felt Aaron's nails dig into his back, scratching it up and down.
"What?", whispered the vampire, tracing butterfly kisses all over Aaron's neck. "Didn't have enough after what you did?"
"Well, who's fault is that I'm suddenly very interesting in such things?", replied the boy in the same tone. He grabbed Lucian's head and took his lips. "Thought I enjoy it, it makes me wonder if my usual persona will change with the time…"
The vampire took the boy's left hand and kissed the tip of his fingers.
"It all depends in your mental strength.", answered. "The same goes for those who had been bitten by vampires.", he felt the ropes around his body slip giving Aaron more skin to touch. "If you treasure them, then you will fight the curse when it reaches your brain and consumes it…"
"Do you mean there is a way to prevent losing your memories?", asked Aaron looking into Lucian's eyes.
"Why do you think I'm still here?"
"What about Ernest and the others? Ezra told me that you forgot about them."
"Well, I admit I have been scared at first, but then I realized I shouldn't fear anything.", he hugged the boy tighter. "Fighting it back will only increase the pain I had inside, and it would also make my lovely mate and friends suffer, and I didn't want that."
"That's the reason why you suddenly changed your mind?"
"You saw it that way?", Aaron nodded and Lucian smiled. "Sorry for that."
The boy shook his head as he kissed him again. They were going to bother about subjects like that another time, perhaps after the war's over, though there were still some issues that were bugging Aaron since the 'session' they had with the gunslingers that same day.
Lucian distracted him from his thoughts with his tongue roaming on his neck, tripping upwards and finding his left ear. The soft nibbles and licks made the boy sigh as he tried desperately to grab the vampire's pants somehow, but Lucian was faster and the one that ended up losing them was Aaron, as he stayed on his lap only wearing his socks. The boy pouted, whispering it was unfair that he was the one naked right now, but the vampire laughed softly, nibbling his nose in a tender way before kicking out his armor legs to the floor. Aaron took advantage of than and removed the vest covering the lower regions of his mate as the other removed the socks from his feet, that tangled behind Lucian's back as his legs were firmly pressed around his waist like the first time.
The room was slowly getting warmer. Being a room with no windows except for the little one on the door, there was no airflow to renew the one inside and calm them a bit. Their sticky bodies were getting warmer too; their kisses were growing more passionate, their gasps and moans slowly filling the silence in it. Aaron shivered when his erection rubbed against Lucian's, the vampire biting down on the boy's lip when he felt it too. His long nails were tracing the back muscles of Aaron, if not already pressing hard enough to make the skin bleed. But the feeling was so great the boy didn't notice.
His heart started to race up as Lucian touched him, the vampire hearing it by being so close to the boy, his vampiric instincts coming out as he felt his body grow more and more anxious. His fingers quickly found the boy's nipples, trapping them between his tips, pulling them softly. Aaron moaned and shivered, thrusting against Lucian's pelvis, opening his mouth as the vampire's lips barely touched his, breathing into the other's air. Aaron couldn't take it no more; his condition as human mate and the dark energy in his body were affecting him much more that it was doing on Lucian, who was currently taking it smooth and slow. The boy whispered some curses as he told the vampire to rush it up but, being Lucian, he took advantage of that by pinning Aaron's wrist together down on the bed as he used his other one and his mouth to tease the boy's warm and stick body. He sucked his chest and stomach, leaving red marks on it. He sucked on his nipples, he played with them with his tongue, licking the tip of them and biting down on them, hearing his lover's voice echo in his ears as he arched from the bed, trying to take as much as he could from that mouth.
Lucian made his mate sit on the bed, still grabbing his wrists, as he lowered himself to fully take his erected member inside his mouth. Aaron cried out loud, trembling and struggling to get himself free, but the vampire's grip was strong. He felt Lucian's tongue lick it like he once did with the ice pop, enjoying it and biting the tip from time to time, sucking hard and playing. Aaron gasped for breath as he watched how Lucian's head moved up and down between his legs. He wanted to sink his hands in that purple mess of hair, he wanted to pull those purple hairs. But he couldn't. The boy struggled one last time but gave up. His body shuddered as Lucian bit the tip of his member.
"Is this payback?", he asked, feeling his orgasm close. Lucian laughed with his staff in his mouth and the vibrations made Aaron moan.
"You could say.", answered the vampire before putting the member inside his mouth again, giving it a few more treatment before the boy cummed.
Lucian stood up, not swallowing the semen that later used it as lubricant. He obliged Aaron to lay down on the bed again as he put some of the semen in his fingers, that then went straight in his ass. The boy tensed a bit before relaxing, biting his bottom lip as Lucian touched his prostrate. He still struggled, but there was nothing he could do, or was it? Aaron smiled as his eyes shone in a soft dark light. Lucian noticed it and then the ropes on his body made him flop down on the bed. They curled around his wrists and they tied him up to the bed, giving Aaron free will on the vampire's body once again.
The boy, panting hard after what his lover did, laughed softly as he sat on Lucian's lap, eyeing the well build torso of him, roaming his hands over it and pinching his nipples. He smiled when the vampire gasped and arched from the bed, silently asking for more. Aaron leaned over him and captured his lips in a demanding one, slipping his tongue in Lucian's mouth, curling it around the vampire's, sucking on it greedily. Their mouths only separated when the boy needed to gasp for breath, but they would soon return to that before Aaron decided to finish kissing him, moving onto his neck. He bit down hard, leaving a red mark on the right side of the neck to replace the other one that was now barely seen. Like this, he went down much like Lucian did with him, but he scratched his pale skin, leaving red lashes across his torso. He played with his nipples, he bit them, he pinched them, he also drained some blood drops from Lucian's skin and was about to lick them when the vampire shouted he shouldn't. Aaron obeys to that, wondering why he wouldn't, and sat again on his lap.
The vampire moaned when his mate lowered himself on his erected member, watching him doing it slowly, placing his hands over his knees for some support, as he pushed himself up again with his legs over the mattress, repeating this action over and over again, slowly speeding up as his own fluids coated Lucian's member. Said vampire was moaning loudly, watching how his mate rode him, having a nice view of his entire body. He could see the little drops of sweat running down on his heated skin, his hairs sticking around his neck due to this sweat, his mouth opening into silent moans, closing when he grunted, his eyes closing tightly, his eyebrows frowning, concentrated into the pleasure striking his body. Lucian moved his hips upwards, following his mate's moves, not being able to hold it back anymore. Aaron cried loudly when the vampire touched his prostrate, giving him gosebumps on his back. The boy sank his nails on Lucian's knees, leaving small crescent moon shaped red marks on the skin, gripping his teeth as he felt his orgasm close.
Lucian moaned again, Aaron arched his back, lifting his head and shivering. His legs were already aching from all the jumping, and he couldn't feel his fingers at how hard he was sinking them into Lucian's legs. With a final thrust, Aaron came hard on his torso, crying his mate's name as the vampire thrusted up, sighing and cumming inside him, giving another moan when Aaron contracted himself around him. The boy separated from Lucian as he laid down on him, gasping for breath as he smiled and poked his nose playfully.
"Looks like I have found an interesting way to use this power you gave me, besides using it as a weapon.", he mumbled. He kissed Lucian and laughed when the vampire tried to move.
"You don't know how much I regret giving it to you now…", came his reply. He grinned and he caught Aaron's index finger into his mouth and sucked it. "I'm eager to see what are you going to do now.", he gasped for breath after that sentence, his heart beating like mad inside his rib cage.
Aaron smiled, crawling backwards and lifting Lucian's leg on his shoulders. He had to admit that this time it was kinda hard to sustain his weigh seeing that he hadn't done this the first time they mated. Last time, Lucian either rode him or he put himself in easy positions for him to being able to take him. Aaron never knew he was this heavy and found it hard, at first, to find a way to balance his body when having Lucian's leg on his shoulders.
"Do you want me to turn over?", asked the vampire seeing his mate had some troubles, but Aaron shook his head. "Alriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight….", he moaned out when Aaron thrusted without warning. His back arched and his head turned to the left before opening his eyes and locking his gaze on his mate.
The boy started to thrust in and out, grabbing the vampire's leg with his hands, trying to keep kneeled on the mattress, but it was hard. Lucian noticed it and slipped his legs down, grabbing Aaron's waist and pushing the boy deeper inside him. Lucian moaned loudly at this, Aaron gasping for breath as he suddenly stopped for a brief moment before continuing with his actions. Like this it was easier for the boy to thrust down, especially because this let, at last, one free hand to use as he pleased. With it, he leaned on Lucian and pinched his left nipple before slipping it down to his erected member, pumping hard on it, teasing the tip, pinching it like he did with the now hard nubs on the vampire's chest, which moaned and grunted at the feeling of the hand of his mate on his aching need.
Lucian lifted up his gaze; his watery eyes and blushed face locked on Aaron's working torso and on his concentrated face while he was taking him. Lucian moaned again at the sight, tightening his legs around Aaron, arching his back, opening his mouth in a silent plea. He struggled with the ropes, watching them as they would break in any moment, but he knew they weren't going to do it. Even when Aaron was still weak after the 'torture' session they had early that day, that spell required the boy to faint to actually disappear, or him to whisper the right words to make it vanish in the air. Lucian didn't want Aaron to release him yet, seeing that Oyan might want to use him as Full Moon was still out due to his aggressive side. If those ropes ever disappear, Lucian will have no control over his feelings and actions, and might end up doing something he would regret later.
"Ah!", he shouted, shuddering and gasping. Aaron answered the call with his own moan before he cummed inside Lucian, who arched from the bed and shivered, cumming on his chest, giving a content sigh when both of them finished. Lucian opened his teary eyes and saw that Aaron was rather tired. He knew the boy could least at last one hour without aphrodisiac, but he looked drained. "Are you alright?", he felt the ropes slip to their original place and the vampire stood up, hugging the small boy on his chest. "What's up?"
"...I'm so tired.", answered Aaron, gasping loudly. His lungs were aching and claiming air. He felt Lucian kiss his forehead. "I'm sorry..."
"It's not your fault.", reassured Lucian, smiling. "After what Oyan made you do today you should feel very exhausted."
"But I should be...", he took a deep sigh, still panting. "Attending you tonight, for the mating cycle...", he groaned when the vampire flopped down on bed with him on top of Lucian.
"I will not oblige you to do something if you are not in the right conditions to do it.", said the man, kissing him again. "If we keep it up, then there is a chance you will faint of exhaustion and if you do, this spell will break, and since I'm not in control of my... powers during Full Moon, who knows what I will end up doing if that happens?", Aaron managed to smile, snuggling on Lucian's chest. "We will continue tomorrow. Rest now, my child, you need it."
Aaron complained but couldn't do anything about it as his eyes slowly closed after Lucian pinned him down on the bed. The boy felt his mate clean him with a piece of cloth from the floor before doing the same with him. He curled next to Aaron and covered themselves with the sheets and blankets. Aaron yawned, moving closer to his vampire, closing his eyes definitely and drifting to land of dreams.
Just a few minutes after three in the morning, Oyan, Recher and two other veteran gunslingers were leaving the Guild. It was pretty dark outside even when it was Full Moon. Oyan just made up his decision, even if it was kinda risky going into their lair that night, but he couldn't waste more time. He needed to move fast and kill as much vampires as he could in the following days until reinforcements came, and when it does, he could finally put and end to all this and then clean the East lands, completely, from any Undead presence.
The four of them took a long walk of nearly an hour before reaching their destiny, which was beyond the mountains, almost near to the coast tribes. Oyan knew the path very well, as Recher did too, and could easily climb and walk down the mountains and the irregular terrain, unlike the other two, who had a lightly harder time. Small caves came into view soon, as black holes on the mountain's slopes and also a few houses next to them. It seemed empty, but Oyan knew it wasn't. As they walked closer, several wolves started to appear from the shadows of the forest, growling with their eyes fixed on them and their fur spiked up, their tails stood upright in an aggressive sight. The auburn man ignored them as he kept walking and stopping when a rush of wind passed right besides him.
When he turned around, he saw a man around thirty five to forty year old, messy dark brown hair and wild features on his face. He was visible taller than any of the man in there and was currently sniffing the two veterans that were preparing their guns when they felt something coming, just not fast enough to shot if they needed to. The man was clothed with some casual clothes, torn over the knees, elbows and feet. He wasn't wearing anything in them, as he stood barefoot over the cold stoned floor. He opened his eyes and they were bright green under the moonlight. He was very robust and probably quiet heavy too.
"You don't trust us anymore?", asked the man turning to Oyan, who still had his gun in the same place he put it when he left the Guild.
"I hate travelling alone.", came his reply. "And Merclar died yesterday.", the man's eyes widened as he looked at Recher, who nodded. The two other veterans didn't know what was happening between the three of them.
"It was a vampire, right?", the man growled when Oyan nodded.
"Yes it was, but it took place inside the Guild."
"How? The jails in the north are pretty much anti-vampire!"
Oyan proceed to tell him everything that was happening now, including the very especial 'guests' they had in the local East Guild, and Cyryl, the man, told them to follow him as he eased the wolves' anger. The veterans soon understood where they were; they were in the werewolves' lair and lands. Cyryl was the current leader of the pack living there and knew Oyan from when he was still in the North serving as a mere gunslinger before obtaining the title of leader in it. When they entered his home, it was empty but lighted on with oil lanterns and with several things normal gunslinger would use to protect themselves from vampires. Now with yellow and normal light, they could see that Cyryl's hair wasn't that messy at first when they looked at him; it was actually combed but seemed that he went fighting that night when they spotted some bruises on his arms and legs.
They all sat and Cyryl asked Oyan what he wanted from him, and Oyan explained;
"I have some reinforcements coming from the North, but they will take a while to get here.", the man thanked the glass of water that the werewolf offered to him and the others. "And in the last two encounters with the vampires, I lost almost all my men."
"Well, you could just wait for them. I don't really see a reason for why would you want my help.", came his reply as he took a sip from his drink.
"The Duke is with them.", Cyryl choked on his drink and, after coughing up a bit, he looked at Oyan with his eyes wide open.
"You are lying... The Duke died four years ago!"
"He did, but resurrected with his Terrennial's help and with the leftovers from the Immortals.", he said. "Now, he is leading the opposite group to us and I must say, they're kicking our asses pretty good."
"But, he isn't the type of man to do that... I mean, from what you told me..."
"It has a little deeper meaning.", and he explained the whole thing behind the Duke's real reasons; from Lucian to his new partner, Nish.
Cyryl nodded, now more calm about it, and took another sip from his water. He accepted helping Oyan in this, seeing that they had a common enemy, but werewolves fought against them in a lightly different way than humans does; using the never ending rivalry between them and vampires. Being two of the most powerful night creatures, they constantly fight for supremacy, trying to extinguish the other race. Even like that, vampires are very afraid of werewolves and avoid fighting with them in the first place. Werewolves too, but they would not run away from a fight, while vampires will, seeing they come from humans and still have some of their principal and egoist feelings. The werewolves, being half beast, don't share much of those feelings and that is what makes them, sometimes, more powerful than vampires.
"Can you come with some of your men tomorrow?", said Oyan.
"Yeah, I will able to."
Oyan nodded.
They left and took another hour to return to the Guild. It was now almost morning when they arrived and Alexander was the one that told him how it went with Lucian, saying that being the kid so exhausted from the effort he did in controlling the vampire, they didn't do much. As if it was some kind of miracle, the auburn man smiled and left to his office not before calling, in a really loud voice, for Nidhoggr who was currently sleeping on the couch in the other room. The vampire boy groaned as he slowly rose from it, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and thinking what could the man want at those early hours of the morning.
Nidhoggr looked at Alexander who shrugged and walked off to his room, after being up all night taking care that nothing went wrong with the vampire and his mate. The vampire boy yawned and covered his face with the mask before getting inside Oyan's office. The man was sitting on the chair, eyeing some kind of map, and visible happy. Nidhoggr shivered; each time that man was happy meant no good to him. Thought he didn't know how bad it was going to be this time.
"My especial friends will come tomorrow afternoon, if not the day after tomorrow.", said as the boy sat in front of him. "I have an idea after what Alexis told me about Lucian and the brat."
"I'm all ears.", came Nidhoggr's reply. His eyes slowly closed but opened them violently again. He cursed Oyan mentally. He needed that rest after Lucian's aphrodisiac did its thing on his body.
"We can separate them now and leave them like that until the bloodlust night of vampires.", Oyan took a lens and put it over the map. He slipped his finger over a path and nodded. "Seeing that Lucian will become utterly pissed and angry, we can use those feelings in our fight, we can treat him with his mate to make him do whatever I want.", Nidhoggr thought how many times he told Oyan to not do that. "He can not refuse seeing that the boy is pretty much in a bad shape now and I will personally take care that he does not recuperates his health in this week.", Nidhoggr liked that idea now. He smiled.
"Who are your friends?", asked with curiosity as he saw Oyan's finger move on the map.
But the auburn man put his index finger over his lips.
"It's a secret. I can't let Lucian know about it until the time comes."
Oyan dismissed the vampire boy and Nidhoggr flopped on the couch once more, covering with the blanket, turning around and drifting to sleep.
That same afternoon, when Aaron and Lucian were sleeping in the boy's jail, Oyan told Alexander to return the vampire to his original dungeon. The Terrennial sighed, knowing that Lucian wasn't going to let that happen without a fight first. He choose carefully the people that were going to help him in that duty and even asked Recher if he wanted, but declined remembering his friend's destiny at the vampire's hands. Nidhoggr suggested in sedating Lucian but Alexander reminded him that the drugs he used didn't work.
"Because they weren't sedatives, idiot.", mumbled angrily the vampire boy. Alexander frowned but didn't say anything when he gave him a syringe filled with a white liquid.
The couple had been sleeping since they got to bed, but the Terrennial knew the vampire was the one with his instincts awake. When he entered the jail, Lucian didn't move, probably because he was used at Alexander's scent and didn't sense any danger in it. The others were staying outside the jail, having handcuffs, ropes and chains and other stuff to control the vampire down and get him to the dungeon.
Surprisingly, both of them were clothed and the mattress sheet was all folded on the floor. Alexander didn't have to look in it to know why they had put them there. With caution, he approached the bed and watched both of them sleep, thinking where he could stitch the needle. Lucian was all covered and was lying over Aaron, protecting him. Alexander frowned, biting his bottom lip. He sighed and mumbled something that was close to "To hell with everything" as he stuck the needle on Lucian's neck and quickly letting the liquid get inside his body as the man rose from the bed, angered from the assault. He tackled Alexander to the floor, growled loudly as his boney tail emerged from behind. The Terrennial hissed back, grabbing Lucian's arms and pushing him effortlessly, pinning him against the wall and stepping over his tail to prevent the vampire using it against him.
Lucian struggled, trying to bite Alexander as the man's dark power took control over his actions as the other gunslinger came and tied him up with the ropes and handcuffed their wrists behind his back.
"..What are you people doing?", came the tired voice of Aaron from the darkness, between all the panting from Lucian and the struggling they made over him.
"Go back to sleep.", told Alexander, petting the boy's head. His hand shone softly as Aaron's eyes slowly close. "We will take care of him.", reassured with a smile. "Get him out of here.", he told to the other gunslingers when the boy finally went to sleep again with his spell.
All of them had a hard time seeing that Lucian didn't want to return to his dungeon. He glued his feet hard on the floor, but the sedative was slowly taking terrain over him. He soon felt his legs shake and weaken under its influence and in mere of minutes; he was easily dragged across the hallways towards him once belonged when he came to the Guild. Lucian groaned and growled to the gunslingers as the ropes from the spell crawled up and hanged themselves over the hooks on the wall.
Alexander closed the door and left with the others, feeling terrible after what he did. He didn't know if he was going to be able to keep this for any longer.
Since Aaron seemed more drained from energy the usual, Oyan asked Nidhoggr to check on him to see if he needed another blood transfusion. Last time Ernest came, they decided to fill two blood bags instead of one. The man left from the Guild feeling like a drunken man, obviously being escorted by Oyan himself until a meeting point in where Bea and Kay left to the Hideout, so no one killed Ernest, or he didn't kill himself by tripping or anything like that. The vampire boy checked on him while Alexander stood over the bottom of the bed, feeling the anger glare the boy gave him.
Obviously, Aaron wasn't happy that the Terrennial had taken his mate away even if he had explained to him why. He refused to say a word even when Alexander asked how he was today; he only answered Nidhoggr's questions about his state of health, something that amused the vampire. He stuck again the IV on Aaron's arm and hoped that the boy would regain some health and energy before Oyan decided it was time to drain him again. That brought the question of how the auburn man was going to do it.
"Hope he doesn't think in filling those empty blood bags I still have...", mumbled Nidhoggr.
"What?", said Aaron but the vampire boy shook his head.
"Nothing, just thinking to myself about some stuff I might give you.", said instead. He still needed to see if he still had the drugs he used before when waiting for the blood transfusion.
Nidhoggr was surely worried about Oyan's way of 'not letting the boy be in shape' so he couldn't break the spell. That man could go, sometimes, to an extreme and leave Aaron fainted from work, which would be terrible too as the curse would leave Lucian's body because the owner's mind wasn't connected with it. And the other; who were his 'friends' that were going to come today and help him? He couldn't let another stone stuck into his way or things will start to be rather difficult not only for him, but also Alexander, Lucian and Aaron, not to mention the others waiting in the Hideout.
The man had left in the middle of the night to who knows where and returned at sunrise and told him all these things. Nidhoggr didn't know what to think about Oyan anymore even after knowing him from so many years. He had changed so much in a few days.
Nidhoggr saw that Alexander's hair, for an odd reason, started to spike up. It remembered him how cat's tail usually goes when they start a fight or they spike it up trying to look bigger an meaner, but soon his own did it too as his sensitive nose picked up a very familiar scent, a one that he thought of never feel among the gunslingers. It made his body shiver in fear, his eyes widen. His ears shot up, in an instinctive reflex to catch their noise. Aaron noticed how he and Alexander acted funny, yet he remained silent. It was rare to see the wind Terrennial so prepared to fight when he saw no one but them in the room, unless someone was approaching the jail that he couldn't notice. He could hear Nidhoggr soft growl, trembling lightly. When the door opened and the figure of a tall man came into view, the vampire boy hissed angrily and stepped backwards, hitting the wall behind him, not letting his red eyes wodner away from him. His claws were digging into the stone beneath him as he hissed again when the man stepped inside.
"Who are you?", asked Alexander with his hair swirling around. The little band was now on the floor as his hair flew like real wind. Over his hands there was his regular katana again, grabbing the hilt with the left hand and the other extreme with the right one, making the man stop just a few steps before the Terrennial, which was just a head smaller than him.
Cyryl showed the man in front of him his bare hands, but Alexander didn't change his position. The werewolf understood that the persons just behind him were very important to him, though he didn't know why a vampire was among them. He knew about Lucian, but didn't know about this one.
"A close friend from Oyan.", answered Cyryl. "He asked for my help and came, though I'm concerned about the vampire there.", he shot a glance to Nidhoggr, who growled and hissed again, trying to get away but the wall didn't let him. He was really scared now.
"He doesn't know he is a vampire.", answered Alexander. "He has his own reasons to hide his identity and to stay here among the gunslingers."
Cyryl understood and, with a nod, he let the Terrennial know that he wouldn't step on the other's plans, if they ever had one. He only came to help Oyan only, not to screw others in the middle. Nidhoggr seemed to calm down a bit as he slipped down on the wall to the floor, but still tense and nervous.
"Oh, you are here.", Oyan came into sight once Alexander and Nidhoggr were already calmed down. The katana on the Terrennial's hand had disappeared upon his presence. "What happened here?"
"Your friend almost gave us a heart attack.", explained the vampire boy. His legs were still shaking and knew he wouldn't get up in a while. "Coming so suddenly and looking so fearsome…"
Oyan took it as a joke and laughed softly.
"It's Cyryl, he is a werewolf and one of my closest friends.", Cyryl noticed how Nidhoggr mumbled something incoherent but related to him. The man couldn't blame him after knowing that his leader was hiring his second and closest enemy. "He and some of his men are going to work with us in this, hope you get along.", said as he turned around to leave. "I will introduce him and the others in a while but seeing you already know him, you can stay here taking care of the brat."
Alexander watched the robust man in front of him. Oyan closed the door behind him and left them alone.
"I know you are not so fond of vampires nor them to your race…", started the wind Terrennial. "But I will please ask you to tell your men to not…", he glanced at the still trembling Nidhoggr. "…spread this. That man had done to him things I wish not retell for his own sake."
Cyryl frowned.
"And what about you?", said to Alexander. "I can sense what you in truth are, yet I doubt the vampire knows it yet.", the man closed his eyes. "I see…"
The werewolf took a glance at Aaron and finally left.
Cyryl had taken from home around two hundred of werewolves with him. All of them were introduced an hour later they came to the Guild, and the gunslingers welcomed them warmly. The beast tried to get used to the fact of helping humans and resisting the urge of killing Lucian right away when Oyan and Cyryl explained them why he was still locked inside, but it took more for them to understand why his leader let the other vampire stay alive.
"I already told you.", said. "We came to help Oyan only, not to fuck up others. That vampire boy has his reasons to stay here and hide his identity, like the mighty Wind Terrennial has them too."
"You don't expect us to follow any order that ungrateful creature gives us?", one of them complained.
"Not if it's insulting, humiliating or puts in risks our lives.", he heard him growl. "That vampire is quiet intelligent and I doubt he will do something that plays against his game. For the moment, we will follow his orders as if he was another of Oyan's men."
Everybody had to swallow their pride and do what their leader told them if they wanted to beat the Duke once and for all.
The day progressed pretty well for the gunslingers, but for Lucian was getting harder to control his dark powers. Sure, he was now a vampire and all but there were some things he couldn't learn to do yet, and one of them was to control said powers. He had felt the smell of the werewolves when they put a single foot in the Guild and instantly knew Dumas and the other were going to be in troubles once Oyan lets them go. That made him more angered. He didn't have anything against the werewolves but if they lay a finger on Aaron… that would totally change things. Besides, being in mating cycle wasn't helping at all as his powers were more crazy the usual because of his ranging hormones in his body. Several times he asked Nidhoggr to use a drug that would calm then down, but they did nothing as if he had some sort of immunity to them.
Aaron's had been weak but was slowly regaining health thanks to the IV. Nidhoggr had to take it off upon this by Oyan's word and, almost instantly, the boy had fallen on bed drained again. The vampire boy only gave him the necessary from this IV and the drugs. That same afternoon, the Guild was reunited to discuss about what they were going to do now they had some strong allies in their side, and all of them agreed to attack as soon as possible. Seeing that they knew each of their moves, (still didn't know how), they could lure them out from their hiding spot and attack them with Lucian in his beast form and with the werewolves. Cyryl said he would need the maps of the city and walk around a bit to familiarize with the lands before attacking with his men, and Oyan agreed. They all decided, also, to start the attack that same night instead of the next one seeing that Lucian would be as pissed as if it was his bloodlust night because he wasn't with his mate.
They all get prepared. This time, the rookies must stay as the more grown and experienced ones took over. That made Máximo sigh in relief when Alexander told him and the Terrennial gave him the order to take care of Aaron while they were away, seeing he had already discussed it with Oyan previously. Máximo said he would do anything at his hand to protect the boy from his other, meaner, fellows.
Dragging Lucian out of the dungeon was something the werewolves asked to personally do, seeing they were far stronger than humans and could resist the curse from the vampires if they ever bit them. But even like that, it was hard. The werewolves noticed he was far stronger than any vampire they ever met, and far stronger than them. Lucian hissed, growled, kicked and bit his guardians seeing what they were going to do. Maybe not know, but foreseen. From where Aaron was he could easily hear his mate's screams. The boy curled under the sheets and sighed, seeing he couldn't do anything being so weak and without his solar gun. Máximo stood outside his jail and watched him, hoping this would end soon.