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Newborn annoyance


If Boris was here right now he'd be making jolly old remarks about the birds in the sky and meaningfully talking about the finer things in life.

Laurent snorted at the thought and put the memories of his maker away, he got annoying quickly even in memory.

It was a crisp, clear day with overhanging clouds and an odd restless feeling in the, otherwise gloomy, heavy air. Laurent had been travelling in the countryside for a good few years now, still looking, searching for something or someone else to catch his attention.

He had heard stories of powerful vampires and that is all he wanted for himself, to see them and to learn from them. Wasn't so much to ask, except he wasn't sure where to look, then again it wasn't like he had a deadline, he had all the time in the world to wander at his leisure.

The dark skinned man stopped running and jogged to a stop atop a small cliff and surveyed the area with abysmal interest until-

There!

A scent, a feeling in the air.

Felt agitated and..?

Power...

Who was that?

It was faded but it had a feel of old, pure power, something ancient and long ago. Laurent wanted more, he sensed another vampire with the other but it didn't feel the same and so was unimportant.

Without another thought he leaped off the cliff.

The two Romanian's had already known Laurent was there. Vladimir was in the mood for a fight and was the only reason as to why he was stood waiting for this newcomer to appear. Stefan was quietly twitchy; both of their tempers were thin that day due to being chased by a few territorial vampires as they passed through their land.

Since they were attempting to fade into obscurity for a while until they could gather their numbers, or the Volturi weakened or was challenged, they had not fought but had outran them easily but that was not something to be proud of to them, running from fights annoyed them both greatly.

They hated to run.

This vampire was clearly a newborn, so painstakingly obvious because he had not even sensed them, the two old ones had even glimpsed him as he ran past them at one point, they had both sneered at his lack of awareness and Vladimir had sarcastically waved at the oblivious Laurent as he passed them by, making Stefan smirk in amusement.

The newborn was on his own.

No ties to anyone.

No one following him or nearby and now he was heading towards the two Romanians.

Fine by them.

Vladimir's mouth spread into a feral smile at the possibility of a fight and, as though they were attached, Stefan immediately felt less irritated and more ready to leap into whatever fray was thrown at them.

Laurent stopped abruptly in a dense forest, a few hundred yards from them, two set of red eyes gazing straight at him, waiting... And for a few split seconds he was uneasy but it was swept aside when he felt the power still clinging to...

...Him!

The blonde one.

"If you thought we would welcome you..." Vladimir spoke showing his heavy accent.

"...Then you thought wrong." Stefan gave a small smirk as he finished the sentence.

"You," Laurent ignored their taunting words and nodded at Vladimir. "Who are you?"

Vladimir, if anything, was more amused and tutted at him, as one would do an impolite child.

"Well, that was rude." He tilted his head to Stefan, his smile widening. "Especially to you, Stefan."

Stefan glanced at Vladimir; he had not actually taken any offense, and so he grinned amusedly.

"You're practically radiating power," Laurent interrupted. "Who are you?"

Both burgundy sets of eyes drifted back to him, unnervingly.

"Ahh," Vladimir chuckled at Laurent's naivety. "I'd say the newborn wishes to know strength."

"Too bad," Stefan had had enough.

He did not like being in one place for too long, not to mention constantly running from the Volturi scouters and other vampires themselves, this newborn was making him tense. And neither, Stefan nor Vladimir liked being tense.

Vladimir sensed this and readied himself to tear apart this foolish man, his expression grew more serious yet he retained his excited smile.

Laurent felt the tides turn and quickly tried to save himself.

"Wait. Can I-"

"No," Stefan interrupted. "You cannot join us."

"What is it? Three is a crowd?" Vladimir joked causing Stefan to snort at his words.

Laurent looked visibly annoyed at the way he was being treated and, truth be told, he had not stopped bristling indignantly the moment they had called him a newborn although he had pushed his temper down.

Vladimir's smiled vanished completely and he looked at Laurent.

The power seemed stronger now.

"Get out of here, we're not ones to be merciful but we have other things to occupy ourselves with than a power hungry newborn." Vladimir spoke quietly but words held promise of anger and violence and...

And...

...And that tantalizing power that attracted Laurent to their location in the first place.

Silence descended.

Laurent was on edge, he heard four birds take off suddenly; wings flapping, a few feathers came loose and drifted to the mossy forest floor, some greenery and bark had flecked off the tree on their flight. No more noise was heard and it was more unnerving that way, their eyes burrowing into him. They were not going to change their minds.

They were nothing like Boris...

Fine then. Just a washed up older vampire.

Laurent thought sullenly.

But the taste of it...

...Of authority, control, rule, strength, supremacy, decadence and the power of having it all.

Laurent could taste it all!

He did not want to surrender, in any way, shape or form, and so did not move however Vladimir and Stefan had seemingly felt they had wasted enough time with him and the former gave a soft, derisive snort in his direction, followed by Stefan giving him a dead pan stare, they both then turned and left in a blur of movement.

As though he was no threat!

The Frenchman absolutely refused to give up so easily.

He had tailed them from a distance for four days until they stopped running and waited, once more, for him to catch up, however Laurent could practically taste the annoyance, pent up anger and readiness to fight. This time they would kill him, they were in no mood.

The blonde vampire had power. 'Had' as in no longer. Dying for power that was fading was not worth it.

Laurent ceased chasing them and stood.

He could see them, however far away they were and they could see him. Across the moor they were on, open ground, foggy but it did not impede them.

His eyes connected to Stefan's and drifted to Vladimir's who gave such an intense, feral like grin at him that Laurent thought he was just going to charge straight at him. Laurent had never been in a fight with another vampire before, let alone two that were both stronger than him.

Just a fading power. I can find another, one that is growing.

His mind made up Laurent turned and headed away. His movements quick and full of adrenaline, as though they might chase him, however after a good few miles in the opposite direction from them, he felt the two Romanians finally start to move off once more.

Laurent grumbled to himself.

Complete waste of time.


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