Well today is Easter, happy Easter mina!, so I felt like updating for the holidays. Since my best friend calls Easter Zombie Jesus Day, kindda is if you think about it, I decided to go with Vamps. I must say the many quotes and comments in the reviews make me smile. I hope chapter 2 is as amusing to the nameless masses.
WarNinGs: More Back Story, stronger Shounen-Ai hints, hissing.
Aishi Say
"Women and children all disclaim
You're not the wiser, you're not to blame
Stick 'em in a casket next to mine
Then we will see who is alive
Then we see the Vampire, Vampire…"
From the song 'Vampire' by People In Planes, look it up on YouTube and enjoy.
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Quatre moaned as he sat up, frowning at the sun, "mmm…when?"
"Not soon after I came to see you actually," Iria answered, sitting down on her brother's bed. "Have you been skipping sleep trying to save our world again?"
Quatre smiled at the light teasing, "No Duo, he seems to know everyone here and decided I should as well. I love him, truly, but sometimes I do wish we had never met…I did not fall asleep on you did I?"
"Do not worry Dear One you needed your rest, and frankly so did I," Iria assured him toying with his pale bangs. "Did you make any interesting friends yet?"
"Not really, most of Duo's friends here are Midnighters, they are nice and all but their minds hold much darkness. You?" Quatre asked as he closed his eyes, it was a nice morning and he planed on just enjoying it.
"I often wonder why Duo is with them, until I remember his impish streak, still he is a good friend to you and I." Iria lowered her hand, "Katharine…"
"What about her sister? I won't say anything," Quatre wanted to know more about the sister. Iria did not seem to hate the red head as she did the rest of her kind, and he wanted to know why.
"She was my Duo once, a red head's temper all right but one had to earn her true wrath, now that would be Barton's personal attention. I often wonder if she is still the Katharine I knew," Iria sighed softly, she missed her friend.
"You haven't spoke to her since Tobias died have you?" Quatre hated to think anyone in his family would abandon a friend in need, Vampire or otherwise.
"Around then yes, she was just so distraught over him, they were only friends but it hurt so much. Barton would likely hate me for walking away as I did." Iria sighed bowing her head, she would not blame him really.
Quatre thought about that for a moment, whatever Barton's personal feelings for his sister might be the Vampire would make no move without orders from his own. "Since our house is so opposed to their breed it would have come to that anyway, wouldn't it?"
"Perhaps, you sound almost as if you think we are too hard on those creatures?" Iria knew they were not all so bad, but it was best to avoid them when one could.
"Despite how they came to be they can still feel pain as we can, I cannot help feeling some sympathy for them." Quatre knew that and curiosity had drawn him to Barton, he wanted to help him somehow but was unsure how.
"Your pity is raceless Dear One, I am sure Mother would agree, but they are best avoided. We are not off their table, and I would hate to see you harmed by one." Iria missed her friend but it had been so long, they had changed.
"You should still say hello, we are here as quests and should be civil to them no mater how much they may, or may not, deserve it." He felt sick saying it but he knew many were not nice people, and many of them were in power.
"True, she is also an heiress, and was a good friend once, being civil is the least I owe her. Just when did you become so wise hm?" Iria knew her brother had changed a lot as he had come of age, that selfish brat was all but gone.
Quatre shrugged, "I'm not really sure. I think I will have a look around for most of the day, Duo kept me pretty busy yesterday."
"That imp is such a bother isn't he? Enjoy your day then Brother, and do continue to stay so wise." Iris teased gently as she leaned close and kissed his forehead.
"I will Sister," Quatre promised as she stood and walked away, turning towards his window he smiled. 'I wonder if you are even awake yet Barton?'
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Trowa half opened his eyes before closing them with a sigh, his head was killing him, "Who?"
"Just me so lay still," Katharine answered sitting down beside him, "You look as weak as the morning I changed you."
"Feels about right," Trowa agreed before sitting up too quickly, "Mother?"
"I said lay still fool," Katharine chided as she pushed him back to the bed, always so stubborn. "She is no worst, I think."
"Think?" Trowa frowned, hands on her arms ready to try and push her away, "What do you mean think?"
"What I mean is when Father took you from her no one was sure if she had attacked, or you allowed it." Katharine brushed long bangs back into place as she had many times, "Is Mother really so far gone?"
"No, she was hungry and…has this ever happened before?" Trowa relaxed his grip, he was weak and really should just stay were he was.
"I have heard of a few, but it is so rare it is almost a myth, I would not be surprised if it is some Witch curse." Katharine watched him frown knowing where his mind was going, "No one has ever found the cause."
"If it is a curse someone will take months to die for this," Trowa sighed closing his eyes. "She is the only mother I've had that loves me."
Katharine smiled fondly as she stroked long bangs, "Humans are so cold to their young, locking them away like strays. Did she hurt you Brother?"
"No, it hurts now but not then, why?" Trowa wanted to stop thinking and go back to sleep until it did not hurt to be awake.
"She took much, poor thing still so pale," Katharine teased gently, she so love to make him smile. Lamia paled just as vermin did when they lost too much of their life force, they could simply lose quite a bit more before it became a problem.
Trowa sighed use to her teasing, "My head is killing me Sister so stop that."
"I would imagine it does, losing blood and having it taken are not the same," Lifting her wrist to dark lips she struck with four curved fangs. Allowing her blood to well up for a moment she drew back her teeth, tilting her hand watching her blood flow down her palm to dark crimson nails. Drops fell from dark points pass parted lips and she smiled at half open eyes. "Drink, and then you may return to your dreams, there is no need to suffer so needlessly."
Trowa licked a drop of blood from his lip before opening his mouth, drinking when Katharine lowered her wrist. He was use to offering his to restore her, even before she made him blood she had taken some, not much, but humans could not lose as much and still function. Letting her go he licked her healing self inflicted wounds before sighing, tried but feeling better, "Thank you."
"Hush, we are blood," Leaning down she kissed his cheek, he was not as pale anymore. "Sleep now, I will assure Father, Mother did not take advantage, and let her know you are fine."
Trowa smiled weakly as he opened his eyes, "I always am. Go have some fun, you hate just sitting around."
"I will do not worry, sleep and recover, I expect to see you out of bed by sundown." All teasing aside she knew he would be fine, the stronger the human the stronger the Made. Trowa just nodded slightly before closing his eyes and Katharine walked out to find her father.
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"I want you to order him to rest, even we can die from such things, and I do not wish him to get himself killed when there is no need." Lord Bloom knew his wife would slip even father away if he told her she had been the cause of her son's death.
"I already told him to rest, it has been so long since he felt so weak." Katharine sighed softly as she touched her wrist, he was always so careful with his great power around her. "He was better after he drank, but I doubt I will have to fight him to relax."
"I know the boy loves her as you do, but there is nothing he can do. All my vast resources have done no better then those who came before me. All I have, and it will mean nothing without her to share it with." Lord Bloom turned when his daughter hugged his arm, "It is all right my Dear, your bother will see to you."
"I know Father, but I do not wish to lose anyone again. If there is some cure he will find it, even if he must run the forests red with blood to do so." Closing her eyes she tried not to think about the vengeance the covens would be facing if they crossed him, she was unsure if she could stop him.
"As much as I may dislike him at times his devotion to you and your mother has never been questioned." Lord Bloom turned when he smelled a familiar scent, frowning at a young women.
"Iria?!" Katharine blinked releasing her father's arm in surprise, she had not seen her since the Fall of Tobias' death.
Lord Bloom frowned as the name jogged his memory, Winner's daughter and so a prize to be won by any heir lucky enough to do so. "Lady Winner. My Dear I will speak with my friends before heading home. Take your time, there is no need to rush home, twilight is hours off still."
"Of course Father," Katharine answered before nodding goodbye. Turning her violet gaze on Iria she frowned slightly, "I did not expect to see you walking around alone with so many of my kind about."
Iria straightened her long lavender skirt, not at all surprised by the veiled accusation, "Neutral territory is safe, even vermin are safe here."
"I did not know you Twilights called humans that, pity you are the ones who don't like to play with their hearts." Katharine would have enjoyed seeing a Midnighter try and mess with her brother while he was still human.
"As opposed to the Lamia perhaps? I like humans just fine, not as much as my brother thought." Iria tried to avoid humans, they did not always understand magic or the word no.
"Quatre the Saint of your family, yes your father would want to keep him far from our kind." Katharine thought back to what she had seen of him, "I'm sure he finds us as unsettling as the rest of your clan does."
"And why should we not? Your entire race is unnatural, the spawn of a spell that never should have been cast." Iria knew she was being cruel, but she could not afford to be kind, kindness let their kind in.
Katharine's violet eyes flashed, some red bleeding in as her rage began to flare, a dangerous thing. Red laced stare turned and went wide before she turned, "You look terrible."
Trowa frowned before sighing as he crossed his arms, "I'm fine really, where's the old man?"
"Father went to meet with his friends before returning home, where you should be fool." Katharine knew he was stubborn, but there was no need for him to be walking around.
"You did tell me to be out of bed by nightfall, besides you know we felines only obey when we wish to." Trowa smiled at her mock frown, she was only worried not mad, worried was perfectly understandable.
Katharine sighed as she took his hands in her own, "Wicked feline. I am glad you are all right, even if you should not have come."
"And what threat is the Witch to me? Do not worry so, you chose me because I am dangerous." Green eyes regarded the blonde, Quatre's blood.
Iria turned her narrowed eyes when Katharine addressed someone she had not noticed come up to them, eyes widening in surprise. Her 'brother' had appeared out of nowhere, paler then she had last seen him, Katharine's greeting confirming something was amiss. Not sure what was wrong with him she simply watched him, knowing how fast she had last seen him move. Her staring earned her an unimpressed comment, and she crossed her arms insulted. "We Winner do not go around hurting people, that is you."
Trowa arched an eyebrow at Iria amused by her audacity to challenge him directly, few dared let alone a 'lady'. "I see why you two use to be friends, she does not scare easily, just like her brother."
"You stay away from my brother you savage or I will…" Iria trailed off when she realized she what she was doing, lowering her finger she kept her head held high. If he was going to strike then he would look her in the eyes when doing so.
Trowa sighed, sounding bored as he uncrossed his arms, cracking his knuckles over his head, she had been doing so well too. "And what gave you the impression your brother is of any interest to me?"
Iria was confused when he did not strike or even glare, he just stretched, reminding her in more ways then one he was not impressed with her. "He said you approached him."
"Ah, simple curiosity," Trowa assured her evenly, watching confusion play in her eyes. "It has been satisfied so do not concern yourself."
"Do not order me pet, I am a true heir, unlike you!" Iria watched dark eyes narrow at her choice of insult, and she faltered a little.
"Hecate save me I am surrounded by fools, how boring." Trowa tapped his claws off his arm as they crossed once more.
"You arrogant want to be Vampire!" Iria spat, watching Katharine's eyes flash as she glared.
"Sister what is going on?" Quatre could sense nothing good coming from the trio, and did not like the possible fight that was likely about to start.
"Quatre?!" Iria cried, blinking at her confused brother, catching green eyes turn to him for a moment before turning back to her.
"Your sister here was simply reminding me why she abandon me and our friendship, Tobias was right all along. Brother I am returning home, do as you wish," Katharine glared at Iria before turning on her heal. If Trowa tore Ira apart she was perfectly fine with it, the blonde princess had already called him a savage.
"Sister," Trowa acknowledged, bowing his head as she walked past him before frowning at the blonde female, not sure what to do with her.
Quatre watched Katharine walk off hurt before turning to Barton, he was eying his sister like a predator unsure about another one. Mentally sighing he prayed silently as he moved in between them, getting those dark cold eyes to focus on him instead. "And what do you wish Barton?"
"You do not want to know Winner," Trowa answered not planning on elaborating, it was Quatre's sister after all. "However, I will do nothing as long as she stays away from my sire, past bonds only protect for so long."
"Thank you for your honesty," Quatre could sense Barton's annoyance with his sister but no deceit, the Made would hold his temper this time.
Trowa nodded but did not care for gratitude, he would slay the bitch on his sister's command, "Even we savages can be humane when we wish, good day Lord Winner."
"And what was that about?" Iria demanded as the Made walked away, sure he could still hear her but not caring, she wanted to know.
"I told you before he was civil, and remains so as long as you do not provoke him, or his sister. Why were you fighting with her? You said you wished to try and be civil," Quatre was so confused by what was going on, Winners did not go around starting fights as a rule. Katherine's parting comments seemed to lay the blame on Iria, Barton's annoyance was from loyalty more then any personal insult.
"It was not to be, then he showed up and mentioned you…I fear I became concerned, but he said you were of no interest to him." Iria sighed shaking her head, had the former human been telling the truth? She had heard many rumors about his temperament and tactics but could not remember any that referred to him being a liar.
Quatre blinked, surprised Barton had said that, even if it was just to shut his sister up it hurt more then he thought it would. "He does not hate me and so he remains civil, I see no point in annoying him when he is currently no threat to me."
"Not unless his mistress sicks him on you to hurt me," Iria countered, her brother was being rather indifferent about this whole mess. The fact Quatre was not being emotional over the Vampires was reassuring, if he had felt something truly dark he would not be able to hide it from her.
"I get the feeling she would exact her vengeance on you personally, rather then hurting an innocent just to hurt you. I know they are often spiteful in their nature, but they both did walk away, perhaps it was wrong of me to think you could be friends again?" Quatre knew if Katharine wanted Iria dead she would end up that way, and it might just be Barton who would do it. There was nothing he could do but try and keep things civil, another fight like before and there just may blows exchanged. Witch magic and Vampiric powers made a real mess out of targets and the surrounding landscape.
"No, you meant well but…she has grown cold since his death. Her brother also appears to have been hurt recently, he looks fine if not a bit tried to me." Iria knew the only thing that could make a Vampire look that way was blood loss, excessive blood loss.
'Barton?' "That is likely why she was so touchy, she does love him as if he had always been her blood." Quatre had felt it so he was sure, the fierce loyalty was a bond both siblings shared.
"Lord and Lady what could hurt him so? There is no serious foe here, and only a starving Vampire would have drained so much as to hurt him." Iria frowned as she thought about that, "Katharine is the only one who could feed that freely from him."
Quatre bit his lip not liking the thought of Barton being hurt, or Katharine for that matter. "I will ask Rashid if he heard of anything. Sister."
"Brother," Iria responded watching him walk away, before glancing at the mansions the Lamia and their chosen had taken. "hm?"
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"How dare she insult you so? It is bad enough she forsook me in my time of need, but to turn her venom on you, unfair." Katharine turned form her window burying her face against her brother's shoulder, "I know you will never forsake me."
Trowa stroked his sire's soft hair, sighing lightly, "What reason would you ever give me to? Forget the Witch she means nothing."
"I worry because she will not stand for her brother being kind to you. As if you would do him some sort of harm, you are not that kind of monster." Katharine shivered, Lord Winner had already used one nasty spell on a Vampire because of one of his children. Her brother's reputation would earn him a worst death, worst yet if Iria told her father he was after Quatre. "I could not stand to lose you too, I just…damn that family!"
"Shh…Quatre is not like them, he will not allow his sister to tell their father lies." Trowa soothed, sure the kindhearted blonde would do his best to assure their father his sister was mistaken.
"That child is not afraid of you at all, I hope their father listens to him before her." Katharine sighed chin on his chest, his solid warmth was a constant she wanted to keep constant. "He must be cross with me."
"He is the forgiving type so do not concern yourself. Feel better?" Trowa asked, wiping her eyes now that she was done crying.
Katharine took his hand kissing his knuckles, "How could the humans reject you as they did?"
"Humans are fools, it hardly matters now," Trowa closed his eyes resting his forehead against his creator's. "Forget them all, they are meaningless."
"I cannot forget as easily as you can, but you are right, if she wishes to be my enemy then so be it." Katharine had a few loyal friends and that was all she really needed, why kill herself to be loved by the masses as well? "Go feed, politics can lead to fighting, and I want you ready if I need you."
Trowa smirked stepping back, "As the lady wishes. I'll be back soon."
"Don't rush, you know nothing fun happens before Witching hour," Katharine called, getting a half wave as Trowa walked out of the room. 'If Iria is not careful she shall see just how savage you can be.'
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Quatre sighed, "Iria almost ended up on the wrong side of the both of them. Katharine was one step away from swiping her when she called her brother a pet."
"I don't like the guy but pet, I don't think so. You do not keep something that dangerous as a pet, and implying her former friend would do such a thing is just low." Duo shook his head, "Chick fights man, brutal."
"If I had not shown up when I did it would have come to blows. Iria is powerful, but so are both of them. Barton was not the lest bit impressed, and let her know it." Quatre sighed, there was no need for the fighting, neither Bloom were a threat unless made one.
"In a real fight it is not always the strongest but the one who wants it more who wins. How much pain would your sister bear for vengeance I wonder?" Trowa smirked when both Witches jumped a little in surprise.
"Barton," Quatre greeted curtly, not at all amused by his choice of greeting, and still frustrated by their parting.
Trowa frowned, tilting his head at him, "Winner. Neither of us blame you, if that helps ease your mind."
"It does, but you still wanted to kill my sister," Quatre reminded him knowing it had not been personal, Katharine was in pain Iria had simply been the source, simple logic.
Trowa nodded, slipping his hands into his back jean pockets sighing, "Reminding you she wished me dead as well would makes little difference. I meant what I said, she stays away from my sister I will not harm her."
Quatre watched the Vampire, tone and pose told him he was sincere, even sorry things had worked out the way they had. His sister had not been an innocent victim in this mess, "Enough of one. I am sorry Iria said what she did, I do not agree with her."
Trowa looked up at him confused by his soft tone, had he thought they assumed all Winners disliked their kind? "If you thought I was a dangerous savage you would not let me get so close."
Quatre frowned, he was not that close really, but he had a point, "No, I would see just how effective my magic is against you."
"You would have every right, every living thing has the right to defend itself. You are being awfully quite Maxwell, how unlike you." Trowa glanced at the other Witch, curious if he was intimidated, confused, or just trying not to interrupt for some other reason.
"Wasn't there so I'm stayin' out of it." Duo was in no mood to get into a fight with the Made, and was curious about this nicer side Quatre had stumbled upon.
"Wise. What is you sister planning?" Trowa wanted to know if she was a threat, or simply an annoyance to him and his sire.
"I don't think she is planning anything. She seemed more interested in what had hurt you then being afraid of you." Quatre wanted to know as well, but did not feel right asking with Duo there. They were not close, and so Barton may not care to share as he might if they were alone.
"Ah, nothing she has to worry about, or you for that matter. There is no need to worry I was hard to kill even as a human." Trowa smirked a little, it was sweet of the blonde to worry but there was no need.
Quatre frowned, sure that had been tested a few times, "I do not see why those two cannot simply get along. I know my sister is more at fault then yours, but I doubt the fight was solely her doing."
"I was not there for the start but I agree, Kathy can be rather spiteful when she wishes." Trowa sighed shrugging, not sure if there was anything to be done about it, "Are you mad at me Winner?"
"Mad, no, I would prefer Iria not hear of this though, she really does not like you." Quatre could understand why, he was dangerous after all. Not all bad or not Barton was dangerous and still a stranger really.
"Agreed. Kathy likes you so don't worry about her, she would never hurt you to get back at Iria." That had to have come up, and was a fair fear, Vamps and redheads had nasty tempers.
"I never thought either of you would. I may not fully trust Vampires like the rest of my clan, but I can trust the both of you. You can trust Duo, he would never tell Iria anything I did not wish him to." Quatre smiled turning to Duo, he did not want them to fight anymore either.
"I am well aware of Maxwell's loyalty, he has nothing to worry about. Did you want to be alone?" Trowa was not sure if he was intruding, and it was one of the few times he cared if he was.
"Not at all, I wanted to be away from all that blind hate. Your kind are not all monsters, even humans know that." Quatre thought Vampires and Witches were often portrayed poorly on TV, Lycan usually overly simplified. Transformed they were dangerous and sometimes feral animals, not all Witches or Vampires were evil sex fiends with leather fetishes.
"It's cool if you want to hang around Barton, we ain't close and all, but you're not half bad claws in." Duo held up his hands like paws, "Vampire Kitty fear me meow."
Trowa chuckled at Duo, he was rather amusing, "Works better with real claws, but not bad."
Duo grinned at the teasing, this was what he enjoyed just hanging and goofing off. "Show us then huh? Go on Cat tell him to prove it."
Quatre was not surprised Duo dragged him into his playing, he often did, "You might want to, or he will not stop."
"Nope, I'm like a little kid that way, very persistent." Duo held up his 'paws' again and batted one at Quatre getting a giggle.
Trowa extended his curved pale claws, curling them at Duo he smirked showing off his matching fangs, "Meow."
Duo blinked at the much more feline meow, Catwoman would be so proud, before clapping, "Cute! Do it again!"
Trowa flicked his long bangs with a sigh, "I am not here to amuse you."
"Aww…mean kitty! No milk for you," Duo teased with mock poutiness, getting a laugh from Quatre.
Trowa hissed mockingly at him before studying his claws absently, "Dogs do tricks for treats."
"Dogs don't have those, even curved like a kitty's," Duo frowned at them, sure they could sting just as bad. "It is cool, the cat jokes?"
"I look the way I do, have green eyes, and I do claw, why would I mind?" Trowa asked tilting his head, "Kathy won't care either."
"Cool, I guess you always looked like one huh? Cat's always gotten angel comments, though he's also as cute as a kitten." Duo ruffled golden hair, "Even hates getting dirty."
"Not everyone likes rolling around in mud, thank you very much." Quatre glanced at Barton, who was just standing there watching them, arms loosely crossed.
"Don't look at me, blood stains worst then mud does, there is a reason we wear a lot of black," Trowa happened to like the color himself.
Quatre glanced at the black button down he was wearing, sleeves casually rolled half up his lower arms, collar fluttering in the wind now and then. "So do we, though for a few different reasons."
"Most spells aren't that messy, looks cool with fire is my bet," Duo loved his black robes, they did look sweet in flame light.
"Duo really," Quatre shook his head use to Duo's humor, "White looks nice too."
"And looks good on me, as most colors do, I know surprise right?" Duo winked, before laughing when Barton shook his head, "Ah the Vamp's jealous."
Trowa chuckled, normally he would disfigure someone for a comment like that. "I have enough fools falling over themselves, you are welcome to them all."
"Kitty no like attention huh?" Duo knew Vampires had a reputation, many wondered, and there were always more female Witches then male.
"Not the grabby kind no, they tend to back off when one of them falls to their knees bleeding." Trowa retracted his claws, blowing a stray bang from his other eye, "Bores, the lot of them."
"I hear ya man, I'm a hugger, but I don't grab when I'm not invited." Duo had heard of Vampires and Lycan slashing people for annoying them, nasty looking lines.
"I would hardly use you for a scratching post simply because you were happy to see me. That seems rather rude, even for me," Smirking Trowa glanced at Quatre, he looked rather pensive for listening to banter.
"Good to know, well I'm out. Gotta meet a few friends in like 20 so, later all!" Duo waved as he ran off, deciding the big bad bad-ass Vamp wasn't all that much of an ass after all.
"I never would have guessed you'd let someone tease you so much, well besides your sister." Quatre had been surprised Duo's normally friendly teasing manner had not met with any real hissing.
"I am selective about who I am friendly with, same as any feline. He is an amusing friend, I see why you enjoy him." Trowa watched the blonde curious but unconcerned, Iria's scent was nowhere near.
"I am not sure I would phrase it quite like that but, yes, I do. You two are not so different really, strange since you act completely different in public." Quatre frowned at that thought, fingers curled around his chin. He could feel the Vampire near, mind calm but alert, it was not an unpleasant feeling.
"I am sure you are the same, you have been so far. I am a Made, I cannot afford to be as kind as you to strangers. To be honest I am no different then I was human, just harder to kill really." Trowa looked up sighing softly, "I think that is why I fit in so well in this world, I was never a part of the other."
"Is that so bad really? The human world is colder then it has to be, we try to see our young grow up wanting for naught." Quatre knew it made some selfish, but in time most grew out of it, Vampires did as well, for the most part.
"Some think we must strive and fight for what we want, it is what makes us human, our sheer force of will. If that is so then I am more human then most would believe. Perhaps I do read too much?" Trowa frowned, talking more to himself then the blonde just then, he had been told that before.
"I don't think so. Maybe not having everything handed to you makes it mean more but, how can one read too much?" Quatre found the concept intriguing, Witches were often teased about such things by others.
"Human concept perhaps. Human's are fragile compared to Vampires, so I needed more then blood and a nap to heal. That is likely why Kathy never scared me, I was always curious about what humans consider the dark." Trowa chuckled softly, "What do Witch parents not want their children to read?"
"Advanced spells and some history, the past of our race is no less bloody then your own. That is why there is Twilight and Midnight, I am not well suited for Midnight." Quatre was fine with that, he hated inflicting pain on anyone.
"I am, I should be considering I went form Punk to undead Punk. Tobias was more like you I think, that is likely why he was slain, he did not wish to kill." Trowa frowned finding that strange, "A Slayer is hardly an innocent, would you kill one?"
"If I had to yes, I do not enjoy inflicting pain let alone death. I am unsuited to your kind as well, no offense." The last thing Quatre wanted to do was insult the young looking man, there was no need to.
"None taken, we are predators just as the Lycan are, we simply do not have to kill to survive." Trowa had no problem with those rules, the unwanted usually adopted a kill or be killed attitude.
Quatre frowned the simple logic the world of night worked by, there was no argument to be made, magic did horrible things sometimes. "Why?"
Trowa blinked at the sudden question, he did not have to ask what the other meant, recovering quickly had saved his life more then once. "She cared."
Quatre blinked, how alone had this former human been to only have monsters care? "That was it?"
Trowa sighed hugging himself loosely, it was not something he spoke of often. "Pretty much. The humans did not want me, she did. I guess you don't know anything about that do you?"
"No. I have so many sisters it was hard finding any time alone. I am sorry," It seemed hallow, but he had to say it regardless. If Barton was about as old as he looked he was barely an adult in the human world, and had nothing there.
"For what? You think humans are all that different form the rest of the world? We aren't, monsters and saints the lot of us." Trowa glanced up at the night sky, he had always found solace in the still darkness, some things would never change.
Quatre was not sure what to say, many of the night races considered themselves above humans, hence vermin, but Twilight knew they were more alike then either cared to admit. Following Barton's gaze he wondered what he saw, "You had no chance."
"Perhaps, but it made me strong, strong enough to silence Lamian Lords with a glare. Speaking of which, there is a meeting of my own to get to." Trowa tilted his head at the heir, "Don't you?"
"I should, Iria will be there, and so will Father. I do not wish to act as if I do not know you," Quatre knew his Father would notice any kindness he showed, and too much could spell doom for the Made.
"Do you really?" Trowa asked softly, "Winner I understand, your clan has always been a bit weary of us. We will not take your actions in public personally, as we hope you will not take ours. We all have our parts to play, and as an heir you know that all too well."
Quatre nodded, still not pleased about it, "Yes I do. I will see you there then."
"Yes, you will. Do not look so depressed, it will be over soon enough," Trowa assured him as he started walking past him. "There is always the moonlight to show the truth."
Quatre blinked, looking up then behind him, he had no idea he believed that Witch tradition. Humans had adopted some of their beliefs and myths as their own but not all knew them, let alone believed them. Looking up at the pale white light he smiled, "Thank you Lady for your generous gift this night."
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Lord Winner sighed as he walked along the stone path to the meeting the gathered lords would be having not too long from now. He turned, glancing at a young man with his gold kissed brown hair tied tightly back, black button down and light jeans causal. The head of the house of Winner frowned, sure he should know the youth from somewhere, he knew a great many people. Dark brown blinked when rich green looked up as the youth passed, blinking at him before walking past. Frowning he paused unsure what the other found so surprising, besides maybe who he was. "Odd."
"What is Father?" Iria asked walking up to her father taking his arm, dark blue swaying.
"The green eyed young man who just passed gave me the oddest look," Lord Winner answered his youngest daughter still confused.
"I would not worry Father, you are well known," Iria assured him walking into the lounge with her father.
"This is true, ah there he is there speaking with…whoever that is." Lord Winner did not know everyone there, various Lords, heirs, representatives, it would be impossible to know them all on sight.
Iria fallowed her father's nod, frowning before the stranger in question turned when Katharine walked into the room from one of the side ones. She knew him before he bowed kissing her hand, frown turned to a glare, "That is Katharine's attack dog, Barton."
"Really? I have heard of him, however I had no idea he looked so normal. He does not look like a feral savage to me, must be in a good mood." Lord Winner studied the young man, he looked like he could do some of what they said he had done.
"As long as they behave themselves. I see a few friends, I will met you again when we start," Iria said detaching herself from the black suited arm.
"Of course Dear," Lord Winner said absently, the red head had once been a friend to his daughter, she looked calm as well. "hm?"
"Kitten, why is his Lordship frowning at you like that?" Katharine asked, not sure why the Which Lord was eying her sired.
"Annoyed I'm not in a suit perhaps?" Trowa suggested, glancing at Quatre's father, "Did Mother ever mention knowing him?"
"Not that I remember, but she knew most of the three courts before. He is handsome in the tall dark way but I prefer you, pretty kitty." Katharine was not sure why he had brought it up, but Trowa could be like that sometimes.
"He looks nothing like them, strange since they are related by birth not just blood." Trowa frowned, seeing very little of Quatre's mannerisms in the man as well.
"They take after their mother as I do. Die your hair red or auburn and no one would know we are not kin by birth as well." Katharine liked the soft gold kissed brown but a little red would look nice, he had the eyes for it.
Trowa frowned, not everyone with green eyes had to have red in their hair, "Mother thinks dark red, the color of night spilled blood."
"That would be different. Ah, there is the little twit, should have spiked the wine." Katherine frowned at Iria not pleased to see her.
"With what exactly? Witches are not easily intoxicated, none of us are." Spiking the punch was such a petty human thing to do. Trowa did not like Iria, but Quatre would never forgive him if he acted on his instincts, they often left a mess.
"Blood, those prissy little purist would die even if it was simply human blood." Katharine folded her arms on his shoulder, red nails fingers absently toying with his ponytail. "Thank the Gods her brother is a better judge of character."
Trowa sighed closing his eyes, "Not all the coven leaders here are purist, besides that is something bored high school preps would do."
Katharine frowned, knowing Trowa's low opinion of that subgroup, "Don't be so negative. You are right though, I'm sure Quatre is here, and that would be unfair to him."
"He's here. Where's the old man?" Trowa had not seen him, but he had not been there that long.
"The side room on the right, most of the Lamian quests are there, the Lycans on the left. It seems the magic born want us to all get along again." Katharine sighed, watching green eyes study every face that moved like an alert stray.
"Yes, well, those who eat humans are less inclined to play nicely with them, the same can be said for the human world. It did not produce me by accident," Trowa could care less if he was ordered to run the roads red or not. He had not been human for a long time, long before he had been chosen by the only person who had ever truly cared.
Katharine tilted her head, lips stopping near his ear, "They were fools to reject you, as is ever single one you have proven your value to since then." Katharine kissed his cheek, "You are mine now, and I will suffer no one's blatant disrespect of you to go unpunished."
"I know Sister, let them speak of fellowship while looking at us like beasts. Prey should always fear it's hunter." Trowa sneered when Iria meet his stare, fang showing as eyes flashed getting a disgusted look, "Perhaps a little fun is in order."
"mmm…my Dear you are a wicked thing when being spiteful, truly wicked." Katharine purred pleased by his tone, Iria's death would be his most feared legend if she ever gave him a reason.
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Quatre frowned as he walked up to the hall where the three factions would be meeting, the very center of the island. His mind was as far as the sun as he kept playing his last conversation with Barton in his mind, his sister's words bleeding through now and then. No matter what she might say he knew he was of plenty of interest to the Made, Vampires had more then one type of interest to hold. That sudden point stopped him dead in the entrance to the lounge, just which kinds of interest was he holding? The young heir was sure he held Barton's mental interest, those that annoyed or bored him were ignored or hurt. Duo seemed to have sparked that interest the moment he stopped acting like a trapped mouse, nothing wrong with that. The idea he might have sparked a more dangerous interest is what made him stop, ah where the mind went. Barton was a Vampire now, thought not like the monsters his family so feared, and the blonde had no idea what he had been attracted to as a human. Just because Katharine shared a sisterly bond with him did not mean they could not have become lovers, they even still could since it was not unheard of. Not all Mades were created out of romantic love, or love at all. Other then the sister there were no rumors of a lover, odd for an unbetrothed heir, Made or otherwise. Looking up he watched Katharine's dark lips all but brush her brother's cheek as she moved to whisper something. Whatever she said earned her a reply before a sneer that made him shiver, a purely warning predator expression. Barton was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek for whatever he had said and the blonde frowned deeper. Unsure if it was annoyance or jealously he turned spotting his sister looking uncomfortable. So he had sneered at her, I'll get you my pretty as Duo would say just then. His father looked at the pair now and then, but had missed the threat and so simply looked thoughtful. Walking up to his family he frowned when neither turned to address or greet him., "What is it Sister?"
"That savage has no respect for tradition, so poorly dressed for talks. I do not know how Lord Bloom stands him." Iria did not care how good he might look in those pale jeans he was a monster.
"He belongs to Katharine, and she seems to indulge him a bit much, odd since I doubt they are actually lovers." Lord Winner had heard all the rumors, but they looked no more affectionate then close siblings.
"Why is that Father?" Quatre already knew that they were not, but he was curious what made his father so sure.
"Your mother was not the only one you inherited instincts from my son." Lord Winner teased lightly, frowning when Lord Bloom entered the room. His daughter smiled as she greeted him, the son turned ignoring him. He had heard the rumor that the Lord had been attacked on his daughter's command but he wondered. The Lord was not the kind to suffer insults well, even if he did dote on his daughter.
"Ah, the Winners are here, the son looks like his mother just like the daughter. Katharine is she still not speaking to you?" Lord Bloom eyed the blonde girl, she was a lovely thing just like her brother.
"When not insulting me or my brother yes, that whole family hates our kind." Katharine could understand them being a bit nervous, magic was only so effective against them.
"Form what I hear the son is trying to get all three factions to find common ground. A good idea in theory, a bit harder in practice." The Lamia were formerly of Witch blood after all, so there was something there, same with the Lycan. The Mades where either former Witches or humans, not completely different, but not exactly the same.
"Quatre is not a bad kid, he doesn't look at us and go monster. Trowa he knows you can speak, so do say something." Katharine was not sure why he was being so cold, they had not butted heads recently, at least not that she knew about.
"Yes, Quatre is wonderful, whatever," Trowa did not care about the Winner house's opinion on anything, it was not relevant, or even interesting.
Katharine sighed, someone was thinking too much again, "Claws in Brother Dear, what are we thinking about hm?"
"If they know anyway to help Mother," Trowa knew the various Witch houses, Winner was an elite clan, and so, had the resources to help or even cast the curse.
"I doubt Iria would know anything, and going after daddy without proof will start a nasty mini war." Katharine knew the Winners had the power, but why go after their mother and not Trowa? The Made annoyed far more people then Mother ever had.
"Even I would not kill a Lord lightly, if it turns out he had anything to do with it he will die, even if I must follow." Trowa did not care if died as long as what he hated died first, felines were spiteful beasts.
"Hush. We will find a cure, but not this night. Poor thing, he must hate pretending he thinks we are monsters just so his family doesn't get prissy." Katharine shook her head, "I know I would hate that."
"We all have our parts to play, he is stronger then he looks," Trowa turned his head, focusing on another Made and sneered when they walked faster.
"True, it does not mean we have to like it. Come, the meeting will begin soon, and I would prefer to just get this all over with." Katharine did not find these gathering as tedious as others, but she often found them too long.
Trowa met questioning teal for a moment before looking away, "Agreed."
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Trowa frowned listening to the grand ending speeches as if all was well in the world, sipping his wine he wondered if half these Lords ever did anything of use. It was highly doubtful, the Lycan played guard, Vampire did the dirty work, Witches made the pretty speeches. Lowering his empty glass he absently tapped it with a claw. The Winner house was pushing for peace even with the humans, this amused him. Humans had burned their kind in the past, even now they were disliked even feared. Vampires were desirable to humans, his own increase in power pleased him greatly, but humans were fools. The only thing that kept them from enslavement was it had been tried before, and it was boring. Many of the Night enjoyed toying, harmlessly or otherwise, with humans. No more free humans meant no more walking toys, dull. Witches also did not breed as quickly as humans did, on average, so they were an unsuitable replacement food source. Vampires did not have to kill, Lycan did, it was the difference between a spell and a curse. Glancing at Quatre he wondered at what the blonde was thinking during all of this. He looked a bit bored with one long wordy speech after another, it was hardly surprising. When the blonde turned to meet his stare he smiled slightly at him. The Witch heir had good instincts and would make an interesting sparing partner if that could ever be arranged. At the questioning look he shrugged slightly and just smirked a bit, the other seemed curious not unsettled by being watched by a predator. Turning his gaze when he saw something move, he nodded slightly to the servant who refilled his glass. "If you want some blood in it you are free to take mine."
Katharine frowned at the offered hand, other holding his own glass, "Let the Witches cringe." Trailing a nail tip lightly over the offered palm she smiled, tilting his hand so his blood flowed down his finger into her glass. It was not uncommon for a Sire to feed off their Sired, it was a very old tradition dating back to their creation. Watching Iria watch her out of the corner of her eye she licked the blood from her brother's skin, before kissing his palm. "You really are too good to me."
Trowa shook his head, his Mother was also sentimental like that, "Please, it's only blood. Having fun playing with your mouse?"
"She never did like blood, I assume Quatre doesn't either?" Katharine asked before sipping her wine, much more to her liking now.
"No, but he also does not blindly hate our kind, I wonder who she finds more repulsive you or me?" Trowa had no problem annoying Iria, annoying her would not hurt her brother.
"Probably you, trading your humanity to be my plaything, how limited her imagination is. A pity really, oh well Brother Dear knows better." Katharine could see why Trowa had taken a liking to him, he was not the fragile little angel he so resembled.
"I'm sure he is not so limited, but he was taught the same stereotypes she was, he's learning at least." Trowa was sure Duo's imagination was much more inline with a normal Vampire, not all stereotypes were wholly wrong.
"I'm sure he will learn many naughty habits from you, much to his sister's displeasure," Katharine had never been as traditional as Iria was.
"Her pleasure is hardly my concern," Trowa reminded his sister, frowning at the dark blonde female, curious just how powerful she really was.
"Children, I will be with the other Lords talking shop, you two play nicely now," Lord Bloom said standing before walking off.
"Hm…I guess I should go say hello to my non-blood drinking friends. I will meet up with you later," Katharine kissed his cheek as she wondered off, knowing he would stay around until she left.
Trowa nodded, sipping his wine until a shadow appeared before him, "Yes Winner?"
"Why were you watching me like that?" Quatre did not wish to voice his earlier thoughts, he was still unsure how he felt about them. To catch a Vampire heir's eye was an honor to some, a nightmare to others, Barton's was something that could be both.
Trowa looked up at the frowning Witch brow arched, amused, he was rather cute bossy, "Like what exactly?"
"Don't be coy, you know what I mean," Quatre muttered arms crossing, he wanted to know what game the other was playing.
Trowa sighed folding his arms on the table, "My dear Winner I look at things in three ways, like, dislike, or indifference. I watch what I find interesting, and so learn more about it, you Magic Bloods are so prissy."
"That was completely uncalled for, there is no need to be so rude." Quatre was not expecting this, a little ice for show but not this. The sudden change in mood was bad enough, his own physic abilities made Barton impossible to read if he wished to be.
"How cute, you think that was rude. Yes Lord Winner?" Trowa turned his attention to the elder Witch who had approached the pair.
"Barton. I am surprised you are still here," Lord Winner was still curious about the look he had gotten, but now was hardly the time.
"I was asked to remain so I do. Can I help you with something, or have you simply come to collect your son?" Form his mother's comments it sounded as if she had once cared for him, odd since she was Lamia just as Katharine was. Trowa was starting to think she might be the beginning of the Winner's dislike, love made one stupid.
Lord Winner frowned at the question, he could ask the heir for a favor, but he was unsure how many did. "My daughter pointed you out. You are dressed rather casually for a gathering, you are an heir after all."
"Perhaps, but I am here as a guard not an heir, politics bore me, always have. I am curious, how you would approach a human with an offer of peace. Those who grew up as strays will need more then pretty words to be won over, pity." Trowa leaned back sipping his wine, animals did not trust what was too good to be true if they were smart.
"I heard you had a serpent's tongue, and the venom to match." Lord Winner watched the young man glance at him, mind clearly working. It was dangerous to insult a Lord like that, more so when the Lord was known to dislike your race.
"That I do," Trowa assured him, setting his empty glass down once more. "Which is why I find it amusing your house wants so badly to become my enemy. Please do not waste my time denying it, I am well aware of the Winner's disgust. Humans are not all as stupid as you seem to think they are, those like me will not accept you."
"Because we dislike those who must feed on the living like the monsters of sorties? You chose to become one, I would say you are bias towards them." Lord Winner knew the youth had a point, some humans choose to follow the ways of Magic, others choose the Dark.
"I choose to serve Katharine, becoming what I am was part of that, but perhaps I am. You are not the only ones with family loyalty, even though I have none." Trowa had never really cared that the humans did not want him. He had learned to fight, to survive, and now he had a new world and a real family to call his own.
"We are aware, but it is rare for a Vampire to choose a Chevalier who is not a lover." Lord Winner had no doubt this child was fiercely loyal to his sister, making him very dangerous.
"Chevalier? Aren't Witch terms usually Latin or Gaelic?" Trowa knew French when he heard it, he had been around in his short years.
"We do yes, but as you know my family has our home there. You are her protector, loyal to her whims, interesting since for a Vampire she has few." Winner answered, it was clear he had the Made's attention, at least for the moment.
"Not all female Lamia are as monstrous as the name suggests, interesting since we are similar to those demons in our ways." Trowa had read all about the various demons and monsters of the world, Witches loved their books.
"I see. I was unaware you had the time to read, good hobby. Tell me why?" Lord Winner was curious if the child would give him a straight answer to why he had sold his soul for whatever he had been given.
Trowa tilted his head at the elder man amused by his lack of personal boundaries, so unlike his son in many ways besides looks. Getting to his feet he smirked a little when the Lord tensed a bit, jumpy thing, "I owe you no answer, but I will still give it to you regardless. She gave me a place to come home to."
Lord Winner blinked at the answer, not what he was expecting in the least, frowning when the heir walked past him deciding the conversation was over. "What an odd young man. I see why you wished to speak with him."
"You are not upset father?" Quatre asked still not sure what had been going on, but more then happy it would not result in fighting.
"No, we are here to be civil after all. I see no reason why we should annoy them if they wish to leave us alone." Lord Winner sighed to himself. 'Rachelle that is your son as sure as if you had bore him yourself.'
Quatre frowned at the sigh and the far away look but decided to let it go. "I will be around if you need me."
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"I do not know what Mother would see in that man, though at least he is smart enough to know we are simply close." Katharine sighed curled up on the porch swing, watching her brother hop onto the railing, "You think they dated?"
Trowa frowned leaning back, fingers curling around old smooth wood, "Perhaps, dear once could just mean they were friends, you and Iria were close once. She mentioned my hair before talking of beauty and grace, nothing more on him. That man is not much like his son."
"I am fine with that. Quatre would never ask you why like that, as if he has any right to judge you." Katharine hated nosy people with no manners, or when Trowa knew he was on to something she wanted him to drop.
Trowa sighed softly enjoying being outside again, "Let him judge me if he wants to. Quatre will likely have something sentimental to say next I see him."
"Well you told the father the truth while he was there, Witches just hate strays, if you were not like me he'd probably try and adopt you." Katharine teased giggling at his groan of displeasure.
"Oh shut up, that man wouldn't last five minuets in my world spouting that peace crap. There can be no peace as long as we are seen as demonic, even if we are in a way." Trowa opened his eyes, smiling at the moon, "Blood is life."
"Black Magic has always been frowned upon, but we are not all blood guzzling sex fiends in slutty clothes, well not real ones anyway." Katharine corrected herself glancing at her brother, he had always enjoyed the night, as many of the smarter humans did.
"If you were the human race would be all but extinct, it still might end up that way at the rate it is going." Trowa laughed bitterly at that thought, "I think you get the killer instincts form us."
"Witches tend to dislike violence done to their own kind, and most humans." Katharine frowned in thought. "Do you know what a Chevalier is?"
"According to his Lordship a Made created to obey its master's whims, aren't we all made for that?" Katharine treated him well because of what she had been looking for, her whim at the time had yet to change.
"Those are pets dear, Chevalier are more like personal guards, the term is not used much outside of traditional circles. You are my Chevalier, my loyal Knight who will vanquish who I bid you to."
Trowa nodded, turning his dark stare back on her, "We are blood, the only blood I have."
Katharine nodded before glancing at the silvery lit world behind her Sired, "Mother and I love you true, Father…Father has yet to forgive you for attacking him. He never did care much for Mades, you are not all so bad."
Trowa chuckled at the light teasing, they both knew a few, "It's your own fault for creating us in the first place. How long do you think they will bang on?"
"Hours likely, I should go hunt myself. The last thing I need to suffer bloodlust with so many Witches around to whine." Katharine glanced at Trowa, who had gone back to watching the moon, "You?"
Trowa shook his head, boredom could not be fixed by feeding, "I'm good really. Need me?"
Katharine considered his question as she got to her feet stretching, "No, I'm planning on going to bed after feeding. Stay or go as you wish."
Trowa half watched her as she got up lazily, he had learned to watch what moved very young, "Understood."
Katharine smiled fondly at her Sired, affection got you obedience, but it was hard to win, "Do get some sleep, we do still need it now and then." Catching a smirk she walked into the silver lit world before being swallowed by shadows.
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I have two more chapters of this typed up so I will update this again when it hits 30 some reviews. I hope to post more Vampy stuff before Halloween so if you like this check out the other Vampy fics I have posted already while keeping a look out. Well that is enough shameless self promoting so ja ne.