Poor Unfortunate Soul

Chapter Five: A Dark Secret

Ion made his way off to the side of the group and peeked between the building wall and the people. He saw a couple of people that had bled out on the ground, though Ion noticed the two holes in one of the two.

"So." A voice said behind Ion, spooking the young vampire. Ion sprung up and turned only to see a man, a very handsome man in Ion opinion. "Did I scare you." He had a foreign accent and a dark skin complexion. His hair was a short, messy, brown fluff. The mans eyes were a dark blue, almost gray and he had a piercing on his left ear. Ion hadn't realized he had been staring till the man waved a hand in front of his face.

"HUH!" Ion let out.

"I asked if you were alright, you kept staring."

"Oh I'm sorry." Ion said folding his hands together in front of him.

"Don't worry I get it a lot. Rarely from another man though."

"Well it because your a handsome man." Ion said covering his mouth after words.

"Your an outspoken kind of person, I like you." The man smiled, thus causing Ion to blush. "I'm Carthalo Gisgon, you can call me whatever you want Mr.?"

"I-Ion." Ion stuttered.

"It's nice to meet you. So Ion…what did you see?"

By the time Nikola finishes showing Demitri around town it is eleven. Demitri has already called his parents, informing them he will be late, but Nikola has no real interest in driving all the way out there after this long day. He's honestly surprised that Demitri is so intent on going home. Nikola was so sure he would want to see his place. Not that it bothers him to see he doesn't or anything.

"It's really late…" Nikola mumbles and Demitri nods.

"I should probably head home." The Romanian says back, making Nikola hold in a groan.

"Wouldn't it be easier if you stayed with me for the night? Your place is pretty far away, and my bed I pretty big." Nikola muses before blushing lightly. He's never asked someone over before; they usually just invite themselves saving him the embarrassment. "A-and I will be on the couch, of course. Since my extra room doesn't have a bed…"

Demitri stares at Nikola deep in thought for a moment as the man grows nervous. The Romanian picks up on his nervous shuffling and frowns. "Well…I suppose…if your room has a door."

"Of course it does." Nikola says, relieved. The last thing he wants is to drive way the hell over there. "Come on, let's go."

Dmitri smiles a little. "So I get to see the great Nikola's home~! Cool!"

"Not really." Nikola mumbles, leading Demitri to the car. "Prepare to be highly underwhelmed." He says before driving them to his small little house. It was a small, one floor house with bland colors.

"Aww, it's so cute and simple~! Just like you!" Demitri coos and Nikola twitches.

"You…aren't good at this whole 'flattery' thing, are you?"

"Hmmm? What I said was nice."

Nikola shakes his head no and gets out of the car. "Let's go in, I suppose. Watch what you say about the inside, brat."

Demitri grins and jumps out, following him into the house. The living room was next to the kitchen and the laundry room, separated by a door. Down the hall was three doors, two bedrooms and a bathroom. "So, how heavily do you sleep?" Dmitry asks, receiving a suspicious look from Nikola.

"…Why…do you need to know that…?"

"Well, I...um…I'm a noisy sleeper." Demitri says awkwardly.

"…Maybe I should sleep in the room so I can lock the door…" Nikola mumbles and Demitri shakes his head vigorously.

"No! No! No! I sleep in the room! …Alone!" Demitri exclaims, looking at Nikola. "Got it?"

"Um…yeah…sure, whatever." Nikola brings him into the house, watching as Demitri stands there unmoving, as if he's scared. "Um…you know…it's almost midnight…we should-"

"Bed! Get to bed, Nikola!" Demitri exclaims, grabbing some blankets and pillows from the closet next to him. Before Nikola even gets a second to wonder how Demitri knew their location he is thrown onto the makeshift bed. "Here ya go!"

"Whoa, Demitri, calm down! What are you so nervous about anyways?" Nikola asks, smirking a little. "Is Cinderella afraid of turning into a pumpkin at midnight?" He teases and Demitri laughs a little too loud for a joke even Nikola knew wasn't funny.

"That's funny! You're so funny! Go to bed!" Demitri orders before running upstairs.

"…So weird…" Nikola mumbles and gets under the covers, lying down to sleep. It's been a long day after all, made more exhausting by Demitri himself being there and running all over the place like a child. He begins to fall asleep fairly easily, his eyes becoming heavy and his breathing evening out as he drifts towards sleep.

Until something crashes on the ground upstairs.

His eyes quickly shoot open and Nikola jumps up, wondering if he is being robbed or something by Demitri as he hears more loud noises up there. "Damn that kid, playing me just so he can take-!" Nikola goes to open the door, seeing it's locked. After a few seconds of pondering the repercussions of kicking down his own door, and the cost to fix it up, Nikola decides to do it anyways. "What is going on in here?" He asks as the door falls in front of him.

"G-go back to bed, Nikola!" Demitri orders with a weak voice, making Nikola more frustrated at the strange behavior the boy still isn't explaining. "I don't want you in here! I...I didn't want to come here!"

"Why would I do that? You're in my house and acting strange." Nikola says, walking up to the boy as he inspects the room for missing stuff. Nothing is gone, thankfully, but all of the things on the stand he has beneath his window are knocked off, the glass items even broken. Looking at it, the whole thing seems like a frantic attempt at escape through the half open window. "You're…trying to escape…? My window doesn't open fully…" He mumbles, too surprised at the strangeness to even be angry anymore.

"Please leave the room, Nikola…"

"Do you not want to be at my place that badly? I will bring you home if it's so important."

Demitri shakes his head no. "It's not that, Nikola, can we just talk in the morning?"

Nikola scoffs. "If you're even here in the morning!" He grabs Demitri's arm and turns him so they are facing one another. "You-!"

A thick silence falls over the room, the house, as Nikola looks at Dmitri. It's dark, almost pitch dark in the room save for the moon outside, but even that isn't touching Demitri's face now. Despite that, Nikola swears the boy's eyes are glowing, illuminated by darkness in some way that the Bulgarian cannot describe or even register in his mind. Then there's his teeth, the fangs that are usually very small and only slightly visible below his upper lip have become longer, protruding past his lower lip now.

"Nikola…I..."

"Demitri, your body really is strange." Nikola says, laughing awkwardly. Of course those are just quirks; he embalmed the boy's grandpa for Christ sake! There's no chance he is anything but human.

"It's not just me…all of mom's side is like this." Demitri begins, shifting awkwardly under Nikola's gaze. "You see…mother's family is related to Vlad as you know…and he was a vampire. There are many kinds out there, but judging from that look on your face now isn't the time to get into that..."

Nikola stares at him blankly for a minute, letting it all sink in, before laughing uncontrollably. "Demitri! You're too funny! Come on now; think of something more believable than that! If you want to go home, I will take you home. No need for jokes of you being a vampire."

Demitri's gaze becomes almost cold and rigid toward Nikola. "Technically I am a dharma since I am the son of a vampire and a human. Father is a normal man. Believe me if you want, or don't, it doesn't make it any less true."

Nikola snickers. "Okay, okay, whatever you say." He says, picking up the objects Demitri dropped in his attempted escape. "So do you really want to go home?"

Demitri sighs. "You don't believe me, so there's nothing I have to worry about hiding." He mumbles, looking outside. "I will have to leave, though, I need to drink."

"Pfft, drink, of course. Makes perfect sense." Nikola teases and Demitri looks at him annoyed.

"Nikola, I'm being serious and you are simply mocking me." He says sadly, making Nikola stop.

"Well…it's a pretty mockable situation, you know."

"But it's strange!"

"Not too strange…"

Nikola twitches. "Very strange!" He says firmly before realizing something. "Wait…you say you're a vampire, but no one has died here. Vampires kill those they drink from."

"We do not!" Demitri yells, grabbing Nikola's wrist and pulling him closer. "How can I prove it to you?"

Nikola stares at him for a moment before sighing in defeat. He might as well go along with the kid's game for now. "I would say you could drink from me…but that would hurt."

"No it couldn't. Vampires have the option of making their bites feel good or feel like nothing. Well, those are the options I have; full blooded vampires have far more possibilities. Oh! I can also make the wound go away within the night. That's how I feast, I drink from sleeping people than lick the wound so it is gone before they wake!" Demitri explains and Nikola laughs again.

"The more you talk, the more ridiculous this all sounds!" Nikola says amused. "But…I will let you try to prove it to me." He holds out his wrist, receiving a pout from Demitri.

"I don't like to drink from the wrist…it's like drinking from a small hole." Demitri says, an almost dark smirk coming to his face. "Let me use your neck."

"No, I said the wrist, we do it that way or you can just give up this charade." Nikola said with a small glare.

"But then I won't get anything and we'd have to do this again." Dmitry said with tear in his eyes.

"Fine, you creepy person." Nikola mumbles, giving in and tilting his head to the side. "I do not want to feel anything, for the record. If you can make it numb or pleasing, I would prefer it be numb." He says, not believing it will be possible anyways. The boy will bite his neck, make it hurt like hell, and this whole illusion Demitri has will be over so Nikola can go to bed.

Demitri stares at the slender neck, licking his lips out of instinct. "Nikola, um…don't take this the wrong way…but I have to lick your neck to numb it…" Dmitry said with a small blush.

Nikola tenses up and looks at him annoyed. "Is this all some strange game to try and make out with me? Because that is very uncool."

"It's not! I swear!" Demitri exclaims and Nikola sighs, closing his eyes and showing his neck again to the boy. Moving forward, Demitri licks the spot he intends to bite and watches Nikola's body relax before he sinks his teeth in.

Nikola stands there, watching Demitri bite his neck through the mirror on his dresser. He can't feel it, not any of it, but it's happening. Despite all of Demitri's denials in the past, and Nikola's life-long disbelief in such things, he truly is a vampire. Something Nikola was so sure didn't exist. Really, who would actually think they do? There's no way for him to deny it now, though. The mark is on his neck, his blood on Dmitri's chin. It's all making him dizzy, lack of blood and lack of reason. His eyelids become heavy and right before he passes out, he notices a small glimmer of fear in the Romanian's eyes. Why would he be scared?