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Post by Grimm on Apr 4, 2019 1:57:12 GMT
Victor wailed in pleasure while their lips were entangled, feeling Lucien thrust into him and those warm hands roaming the reclusive skin. A breath caught in his lungs feeling the hunter filling him. Their foreheads together in such a way that Victor had often dreamt about romance. But the dhrmampire’s eyes were closed and it prompted the redden waters of Victor’s to fall. He watched the hunters fingers roaming upward, his body reacting automatically, nipples hard with the tender touch.
He had to wonder what Lucien was thinking of, he couldn’t help but wonder. There was a sorrow in the man he was straddle upon, Victor more than knew it; with the visions and being at the abandoned estate when Lucien woke. Victor felt it, it was his sorrow as well. The young vampire smashed his lips against his partners, trying to drown out the rain that was falling in both their souls. Victor was alone, just like Lucien….and mourning a life that was gone.
When Victor had reawoken, the pair had somehow found themselves in his comfortable bed upstairs. At first he didn’t remember what had happened, how he had gotten there, but he needed only to turn over to see Lucien sleeping next to him, riddled with bite marks. His bite marks. Mortified and in shame, Victor slipped naked from his bed. He picked up the first article of cloth that was in his reach and wrapped around his thin frame and deposited himself in a near by chair. It wasn’t just the sex with a practical stranger, it was the satisfaction he felt from it, satisfaction with having fed as well. The young vampire felt like he was going to be sick.
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Post by Behax on Apr 5, 2019 21:51:49 GMT
The hunter let his fingers roam Victor's cold body, exploring. Slowly working himself back into a lust filled daze.
At times it felt as if Lucien was trying to fill the grief filled hole in his heart with his body's desire, and he honestly couldn't say that he cared all that much. Letting himself get lost in the ecstasy of his body, repeatedly making love with a man he hardly knew. Taking him and letting himself be taken. They eventually left the library. There were moments when Victor had him shoved up against a wall. He wasn't sure exactly when they'd made it to the bed. Or even how many times they'd done it before exhaustion finally took them.
What Lucien did know as he felt the bed shift under him the next evening, was his body ached all over. He groaned as he reluctantly came back to consciousness. After some time he sat up, rubbing his face. It took him a moment to spot Victor sitting in the chair, looking mortified.
"It wasn't that bad?.....Was it?" Lucien asked. The bed sheets had pooled around his waist, and was the only thing covering more intimate parts of his body. Victor's handy work from the night before trailing down and across Lucien's chest, like a map work of sin.
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Post by Grimm on Apr 11, 2019 0:49:27 GMT
“Yes, it was.” Victor was quick to blurt out an answer, which wasn’t necessarily true. To the young vampire all of this was new, the sex, the feeding, even the morning after came with its own fresh horrors. “Last night was terrible, a lapse in my behavior...I never want to do it again.” Victor grimaced standing up from his lounging couch, for the first time he realized he wasn’t cold. And it scared him.
The young man began to riffle through clothing that had been living in the floor. With fresh blood in his system it was difficult for him to hide the blush against his ivory cheeks. He turned his back to Lucien as he began to dress, the pair of scars across his back fully visible. “I’m sorry,” it finally came at last as he buttoned his pants. “It was just...my second time...” he confessed not wanting to even think about the man who stole his virginity.
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Post by Behax on Apr 13, 2019 22:29:10 GMT
Lucien frowned at the abruptness of Victor's answer, an expression which only deepened when the youngling turned his back on him. Those scars made him curious. He could see no reason for him to have them given his sheltered life, and they were far too old to have been caused by Walter, especially when you considered a vampire's ability to heal. But Lucien said nothing about it. He wasn't about to pry.
"Well then perhaps you'll pay a little more heed when I say, securing a source of blood is priority number 1." He left out the part where, since Victor had drunken so much from him, Lucien was now the one in danger of tipping over the edge. He'd not had much from the bloodwine that had been left in his coffin, and he'd not eaten normal food since waking either.
He glanced around the floor for his own clothes, but quickly realised that his clothes had probably been left in the library where the previous nights events had started. He did manage to locate his shirt. Perhaps his lust addled mined had at least remembered to bring that with him. He pulled it on, and it fell just low enough to give him some level of modesty.
Lucien understood the implication of this being his 'second' time even without Victor spelling it out. "Well for what it's worth...You weren't half-bad..." Lucien said partially in jest. "However.....I would have suggested bathing before putting your clothes on.....You'll probably want to change these covers too...." Lucien didn't want to consider the mess they probably left in the library.
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Post by Grimm on Apr 28, 2019 3:30:29 GMT
Victor was grateful that his back was turned as Lucien commented about the sex filled evening, the young vampire was sure his face was a bright red, he could feel the heat radiating out across the bridge of his nose. “Yes well, I am going to take a bath.” Victor proclaimed, the surface of his skin felt like even the air was sticking to it. “I think there are clean linens in the closet in the hallway, I’ll change them after I get cleaned up.” Victor wouldn’t look at Lucien as he retreated to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Once in his solitude he was quick to turn on the water, the water splashing into the tub drowning out the small meek tears that trailed down his cheeks. His life had been uprooted for someones sick pleasure. Victor reached for a drawer pulling out another medical kit and quickly administered another dose to himself, stripping of his clothing and sinking down into the warm bath waters. He didn’t want to feel anything, letting the numbness and the warm water enveloping his body distract him from his crumbling life.
It wasn’t long after Victor had shut the door to the bathroom when there came a small rustling from the dark corner of the room. It was clear something was moving in the darkness, it was small and moved from the corner until it revealed itself to be a midsized black cat with two tiny little silver horns that protruded from it’s head. Lucien would easily recognize it was Barnaby, Garrett’s familiar. “This positively shameful.” Barnaby, the cat demon spoke as he jumped up onto a near by table, looking rather cynical for a cat. “Do you even know where your pants are?” His tail swished back and forth with judgmental tapping on the table’s surface. Barnaby had always felt that Lucien had always been beneath his Master’s status and never understood what his Master saw in the dhampire; still there was no denying that Garrett loved Lucien and even if Barnaby didn’t respect Lucien he did respect his Masters love for the hunter.
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Post by Behax on Apr 28, 2019 14:46:55 GMT
Lucien frowned a little. He wasn't used to being treated like this, but then before his long rest he'd also been in a committed, loving relationship with two other men who fully accepted him and (for the most part) themselves. He decided not to push it and let Victor go. He turned to the bed and thought well... He might as well help, and began to strip the sheets when he sensed something in the corner. He straightened up immediately, and readied himself, only to sigh when he noticed it was just a cat....Though his relief didn't last long, when he realised he recognised this particularly feline. his frown returned, though not as deep this time.
"The library." Lucien answered dead pan, before going back to stripping the covers off the bed, and folding them up neatly ready to be cleaned. He didn't know where Victor put things he needed to wash so he just left them in a neat pile.
"What are you doing here Barnaby....Shouldn't you have returned to where you came from when.....When....." He couldn't bring himself to say it. He felt a swell of sadness and anger just thinking about it. His hands tightened into fists, and he had to take a deep breath before letting go of the tension. "Your master isn't here anymore...." He said finally before heading out of the room and beginning to walk back down to the library in just his shirt.
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Post by Grimm on Apr 28, 2019 22:50:15 GMT
Barnaby rolled his eyes watching the pant-less Lucien go about his chore of stripping the bed. “…you’re master isn’t here anymore…” Barnaby mocked Lucien as he jumped off the table to follow his new Master, adverting his gaze as not to look up Lucien’s shirt. “I KNOW. I was THERE, while you were hiding in the catacombs!” He angrily yelled out after Lucien. For Barnaby, the death of his former Master was over 50 years ago; but having finally made it to the Dardariel Estate last night and spying his new Master engaged in carnal activities with a local - the anger and grief that had been pent up inside him for 50 years had time to stew listening to the lustful moaning during the night. “For the past five decades I have been watching over your stupid slumbering self and as soon as you wake up - You burn down our home, MY HOME…and you shack up with some fair skinned pretty boy angel. Did Garrett really mean that little to you?” Barnaby was so angry he tried to transform into his human form, but was stopped by a curse that Walter had placed on him. Electric sparks confined him to animal form. Even though it kept zapping him, Barnaby was stubborn enough to keep trying. He wanted to punch his new Master, blaming him for Garretts death and these padded cute little paws weren’t going to pack the punch he wanted.
Victor was completely oblivious to the voices outside the bathroom. He sunk lower into the tub as the water rose higher, wishing he could just dissolve into the clear warm liquid. His head to tilted backwards and rest against the tub, closing his eyes and allowing himself to drift away on the numbing tide. The young vampire wasn’t sure when he first heard the music, it sounded like a symphony far in the distance; so faint he wasn’t even sure if it was real. The more he tried to strain his ears to hear it, the further away it sounded until he couldn’t hear it at all. With the phantom music gone, Victor began to relax again unaware he was about to have a violent vision.
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Post by Behax on May 1, 2019 22:37:18 GMT
Lucien did his best to ignore Barnaby. The two had hardly gotten along, even when Garrett had been alive. The Dhampyre understood well that the demon had no respect for him. It wasn't until Barnaby dared to question how much he'd loved Garrett that Lucien lost his temper. Something inside snapped at the mere suggestion that he didn't care.
"Don't you dare! I told him, repeatedly, him and Luca to wake me if it became necessary! They both knew how! How do you think it felt to be woken by a stranger who'd come to rob me!? A newling who tried to feast on me as I slept!? Only to then discover a century has passed, and nothing is where or how I left it!" Lucien was practically shouting, his rage taking him over in a way that Barnaby would never have seen before. Lucien was not usually so quick to anger, his patience only beaten by Garrett's own. His eyes morphing from purple to red the angrier he got.
"I didn't burn down a home! Walter had already desecrated that place...." Lucien's anger was fast burning through what little energy he still had. It wasn't long before he sank to the floor. He'd not felt so vulnerable since he was a young boy, so very long ago. His dirty blond hair fell in his face and he was trebling from a combination of anger, anguish and hunger.
"I'm so full of emotion that I'm drowning....." He didn't know whether to be angry or sad. He pulled his knees to his chest, his hands finding their way into his hair so he could grip at the strands.
"....I'm starving...." He said after a long silence. And he was in many ways. Starved of touch, starved of blood.
He took several deep breaths before eventually beginning to lose some of this tension. He un curled a little, his posture becoming looser. He didn't stand quite yet.
"...Where is Luca Barnaby...." He'd seen no corpse of the other man, and all the evidence that Luca had been a part of the fighting. He asked but he was afraid of the answer.
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Post by Grimm on May 2, 2019 13:40:54 GMT
Barnaby was startled a little by Lucien’s angry out burst that he stopped trying to transform, it was useless anyway he reasoned. For a moment or two his ears laid back flat when his new Masters eyes changed colors in a flash of rage. He wanted to mouth off, but knew he had been wrong to suggest that Lucien hadn’t loved Garrett in the first place. As Lucien sunk to the floor, Barnaby sat down beside him looking just as miserable.
“He went after Walter,” the tip of Barnaby’s tail slowly tapped the floorboards, “and I haven’t seen him since.” Barnaby felt a little betrayed by Luca as well, the bastard could have woken up Lucien before running off, at least he wouldn’t have been cursed to stay in this form for the past 50 years…alone. “I tried to wake you up, but during the fighting Walter hexed me and I’ve been stuck like this. I couldn’t activate the seals.” Barnaby tried on many occasions but after the years he finally gave up knowing he wasn’t going to be the one to open it. As much as he disapproved of Lucien, he was grateful that the man was awake; Barnaby was starting to think that he might have slumbered forever. Victor hadn’t been the first one to snoop around the abandoned estate, but he was the first one to find Lucien’s tomb and he was glad of it. But for now it was probably time to change the subject and offer his Master some words of encouragement.
“I did happen to notice several pigs in a pin on my way in last night,” Barnaby was hungry too, he missed the life of an indoor cat. “I’m sure you’re host wouldn’t mind considering the feast he had last night. Then you can fry up some yummy bacon for me as an apology.” Just saying the word made his kitty mouth water. “But first let’s get your pants, you’re not very picturesque from this angle.” Barnaby stood up and started towards the library, trotting happily at the prospect of human food. Human food and getting scratched under his jaw line were his biggest loves and he had had neither since Walter had tore up their family.
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Post by Behax on May 4, 2019 23:01:54 GMT
Lucien tensed up at Barnaby's revelation. He'd been afraid of that answer. Luca had chased Walter and not returned, which left only two possibilities. That he was dead...Or captured. He knew which one he'd prefer to be if Walter captured him.....For Luca it could be worse.
The hunter let out a hollow laugh when Barnaby mentioned the feast Victor had had. He plucked at his shirt, so that he could look inside at his own chest. He hadn't really realised just how many times Victor had bitten him. No wonder he felt like shit. He hadn't had much to spare to begin with. Being half-human, Lucien could at least produce his own blood....It was probably the only reason he was still alive after last night, at least it was the reason he was still somewhat sane. If he didn't feed soon however....He was the one they'd have to worry about losing his mind, and he'd be a lot more dangerous than a newling like Victor.
Lucien didn't consider himself to have ever been particularly strong emotionally. He had chosen to run and hide for a hundred years instead f facing the issues of his family after all. Now he couldn't run or hide any more.
He followed Barnaby back to the library, and retrieved his clothes. He redressed himself fully, though it felt a bit gross. He'd bath later. He tried not to think about the mess they'd left behind.
"Okay Barnaby, show me where this pig pen is please?" Lucien asked as he retrieved his swords from where he had left them.
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Post by Grimm on May 5, 2019 8:43:08 GMT
Barnady lead Lucien to the pig pen, hopping up on one of the posts. The entire way from the library he had been singing different ways to cook pig, bacon being one of his favorites, an ode to his love of all things pork. As much as an ass as he was, even he was happy that he had more than just himself to talk to and no more raw mice. “They all look so yummy...” His tail switched back and forth quiet joyfully.
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He wasn’t sure how long he had been stuck inside the vision, it had been so loud he felt like he had been watching it for a life time. A world shattering prophecy given to him as some jumbled up message. And when he tried to remember it his head felt like it was going to split into two.
When he finally came around the newling picked his head up from being probed on the edge of the tub. His body felt hot and at some point Victor crawled from the bath tub, the water almost bubbling were it made contact with his skin. Victor looked down at his hands, his eyes widening when he saw his skin and flesh gone, leaving just parts of the muscle on the ivory bones. He followed his body down, finding the rest of it in the same condition, the panic set in and for a moment he tried to scream but nothing came out. And then the pain set in as the body began to regrow the damaged parts. A howl of agony ripped through his lungs and he curled himself into a ball on the floor. Somehow the bathwater had been blessed, leaving Victor to dissolve away as he was trapped inside the vision.
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Post by Behax on May 5, 2019 19:41:25 GMT
Lucien followed Barnaby out, it wasn't a long trek at all. Lucien quickly identified the biggest pig of the lot as he entered the pen.
"Sorry friend," he said placing a hand on the creatures back. He knelt down next to it and drew one of his swords. He was quick to kill the beast, waiting for it to be fully dead before picking it up and carrying it back inside. Lucien carried it all the way to the kitchen, put it down while he looked for somewhere he could hang the beast up.
He found the room the kitchen staff would have used to keep meat, it was fortunately empty. Lucien didn't want to deal with rotting, too old carcases right now, and was glad he didn't have too. He found a meat hook and chain strong enough to hold the dead pig before retrieving it and hanging it up. He then found a large bowl, placing it under the dead animal, before cutting the creature open in such a way as to let all the blood drain out.
"Keep an eye on that, and tell me when the bowl is full," Lucien instructed to Barnaby before leaving the room. He began to prepare the kitchen for use while he waited. He wasn't as fortunate with the rest of the kitchen as he had been with the meat locker. There was a lot of rotting fruit, and other perishables that had well.....Perished. He ended up finding a big container to mix it all up in and threw out for the rest of the pigs knowing that they would eat just about anything.
He switched out the bowl under the bleeding out pig for an empty one once he was told about it. He then found a half empty bottle of white to pour some of it into. Lucien preferred mixing it with alcohol....Made it more palatable to him. He managed to find a number of other bottles and containers to pout the rest into. He managed to do all of this work while his stomach began to loudly protest it's hunger.
He was just drinking down a glass of much needed blood when he heard Victor's howl of pain.
"What in God's name was that!?" He put the glass down immediately, and dashed from the room grabbing his two swords on the way. He ran up the stairs towards Victor's bedroom. He forced open the bathroom door, breaking the lock in the process.
"What happened!?.....Oh God...." Victor was still healing when Lucien appeared. He looked from Victor curled in agony on the floor to the bath.....There was only one way this could have happened but it didn't make any sense. There was no way that water should have been blessed...He wasn't sure what to do, he'd never had to deal with such severe burning by holy water before.
He disappeared into the bedroom, and hastily threw one o the folded dirty sheets over it. Lucien then returned to the bath room and very careful picked Victor up, carrying him to the bed. He laid him down.
"I know this might be difficult for you in that form, but I need to you get me one of the bottles of blood now! Get the biggest one you can feasibly carry." He ordered Barnaby without even fully realising that it was in fact an order.
"Victor! Victor look at me!" Her took a commanding tone with the newling as well. He helped him sit up, holding Victor to him. "You need to drink from me, it'll help you heal faster!"
The blood he'd sent Barnaby to get wasn't for Victor, it was for himself.
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Post by Grimm on May 7, 2019 17:55:59 GMT
Barnaby did as Lucien asked running back down to get the bottle that his Master had asked for. The cat demon had a few ideals as to what had happened, this was the Dardariel family after all; they were all a twisted lot of chaotically divine paladins obsessed with the two bloodlines that divided the family into a servant and master classes. At least they were, until someone ended up culling the large wealthy family down.
Victor was in complete shock, his body trembling in unimaginable agony with new growth over taking his system. It hadn’t until Lucien commanded him that Victor realized he was no longer alone. He was being cradled in arms, the tender skin just beyond his lips. Perhaps it was Lucien’s command, or perhaps it was just his vampire needs in desperation; but Victor sunk his teeth into his guest, hard. He began to drink, gulp like he had when he had first awakened Lucien from the tomb. HIs body began to regenerate faster and Victor tore his fangs away screaming in pain as nerve endings, muscles, flesh, and skin healed at an amazing speed. Barnaby re-entered the room, dragging two bottles of blood that Lucien had prepared for himself.
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Post by Behax on May 16, 2019 20:26:31 GMT
Lucien winced when he felt Victor's fangs sink into his skin, but he didn't complain. Not even when he felt himself getting faint. He was concerned when Victor pulled away, screaming from the agony of his body repairing itself. He knew there was nothing to do for that kind of pain but push through it.
"Thank you," he said to Barnaby, taking both the bottles. One he placed on the bed, the other he immediately ripped the cork out and began to drink it down. He drank the whole thing in a matter of minutes, his thirst and hunger had been ignored for too long. Letting Victor drink from him again had been a dangerous gable, he knew this. He also knew there was a risk that Victor would become addicted to it, so rare for Dhampyr blood.
The second bottle Lucien drank about half of, before pulling away. He made Victor to sit up again and put the bottle to his lips. "Drink this, all of it," he instructed.
When it was all gone he laid Victor back down. Standing up he went to investigate the bath in the other room. He had his suspicions but he didn't understand the how. He rolled up his sleeves and plunged a hand into the bloodied water. He was not as in danger as a full vampire, but he felt it tingle at his skin.
"Holy water....But how..." He was talking to himself more than to Barnaby. "How how could he even stand to be laying in it for so long that the damage to his body was so extensive...... He rooted around in the water before pulling out the plug and watching it drain away. "Barnaby....is it possible that the land here in consecrated? Or their water supply?" Perhaps Lucien thought, even the very pipes or building itself. Though if it was the whole building Victor wouldn't be able to stay there....And Walter wouldn't have been able to enter, invited or not.
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Post by Grimm on May 20, 2019 17:01:46 GMT
Victor screams died down to low guttural sounds trying to bear the pain. He did as he was bid to both gulping and gagging on the contents of the bottle he was instructed to drink until it was completely gone. The bottle’s concoction tasted disgusting compared to the dhampires blood. The liquor made it taste all that much worse. After he was laid back down he watched in shocking disbelief as the flesh regrew over the surface of his hand. To see your own body in such a state….terrifying and awe-inspiring.
Barnaby watched it all from the sidelines, truth be told his tail did flick with appreciation when Lucien thanked him. He stayed quiet although internally he was in narration like the cynical being he was and took the opportunity to stretch out across the table lazily.
It wasn’t until Lucien called him did he even bother to move from his comfortable cool lounging spot. “Dardariel was originally the name of a church and neighboring orphanage, then the name was adopted by group of non-related fanatical paladin priests. That’s a mouthful.” Barnaby padded into the bathroom, careful to avoid the little droplets of holy water. “Over the years, they formed into more like a hunter cult, using the children to replenish their ranks and as fanatical was they were there’s no telling what they might have done to this place. But it’s been nearly 70 years since the fanatics were wiped out, just leaving the one bloodline. They pretty much got out of the hunting business.” The cat demon moved further into the bathroom looking at the medical kit that was on the counter near by. “I don’t think it’s the house, or the land. I’d be in a bit of a pickle if it was. Water supply possibly, but I drank earlier from a leaky faucet and nothing happen.” His tail swished back and forth as he contemplated. “It could be the boy…..what’s this?” Barnaby put his paw on the syringe, sniffing the contents in curiosity.
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