thelostboylonelyworld

[thelostboylonelyworld]

The mental tension was high and suspended as well as Caim’s breath when Dorian stalled. The silence that followed was absolute, magnifying and materializing the apprehensiveness while anxiety in its quietude felt so heavy and thick that they almost could be cut with a knife.

The man’s words didn’t make anything less uncomfortable. Caim always assumed he was a human once, and even though he had his fare share of human victims, to see it materialized in another beings acts felt…bothersome.

Caim blinked twice again, and strangely lethargically, as his brain assimilated the information about werewolves and…perhaps he should sit.

When he thought his mind perhaps was shutting down, when things all around him started to seem too bright and sharp and simultaneously smudgy and foggy, and he felt too self aware of the cold sweat dripping down his temples, his attention was caught by the man raising up and then with a light motion of a finger all blood and carnage disappeared and Caim was left overwhelmed in so many ways he bared reacted besides the blue large orbs widening.

And then azure hues locked in forest greens.

Magic? Okay, he was receiving too much information and he felt that he would crack soon.

Caim hadn’t noticed. Caim noticed everything. Yet he only surfaced to real awareness when he saw the form of a white card between long elegant fingers. But they weren’t quite… right. The out line of the white card against the dark that framed it was….shaky? Perhaps, unfocused. Caim’s brows frowned. He looked to his own pale hand stretched midway in Dorian’s direction, but his attention was driven elsewhere. As soon as he looked down he detected his own chest was moving unnaturally quick, and then he came aware that his breath escaped of his lips loudly, he was panting, he was panicking.

He tried to grasp forward the card, the man or anything really, as he felt his own weight working against him as he felt drowning in the darkness behind and under him.

@7dvls

"I have no intentions to harm you. I only harm humans."

He stalled for a moment at that.

"And the occasional deer; but that usually happens if I'm hunting with a pack of werewolves. There is a pack that enjoys my company from time to time. Hell hounds are the fathers of werewolves after all."

He stood slowly, and looked around at the carnage he had left. His feral head had made a mess. Luckily his current head could do something about it.

A snap of fingers, and the blood and carnage vanished. It would appear in the nearby woods for the animals to eat. The area was clean. Even the symbols that he had painted on the walls were gone.

"It is not my intention to frighten you. The denizens of Hell do not harm those of the Supernatural world. Your magic. Your hunger. Even in the moments when I am most lost to insanity; you would be safe with me."

The hell hound wanted to move closer. His fingers tingled where he had touched the other's cheek.

Pulling something out of his pocket, he gently handed it toward the other.

"And I don't want to fuck you. I want something deeper than that. But since you want me to leave you alone to prove it...take this. It's my contact information. If ever you need help, you can call me. Is that agreeable?"

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Caim’s head jerked back a third time in the same night, eyes closing in clear confusion. In the question of milliseconds the man in front of him changed completely, from his posture, to his voice and intonation. If it wasn’t from the blood staining his lips, descending to his chin and clothes he would have thought this was another person completely. He lightly shook his head trying to grasp some sense of reality before gazing back and down to the man again.

“Yes, I am familiar with the usage of that word to such purpose. Yet, everything surrounding us do not work in your advantage for me to believe in what you say, do it?”

He asked slowly, his sapphire large eyes quiet and suspiciously cautious didn’t avert from Dorian’s figure nor the green emerald that were his eyes.

Caim didn’t gave him his name.

“Uhu.” He gave a half nod of acknowledgment to the new information. Things were confusing, by now he didn’t know if the guy was just delusional and believed he was indeed a three headed dog or if he should really believe in the truth of such words. Truth or not, both of them felt dangerous, if the bloody mess around them wasn’t real enough, the bloody heart on the other’s hand would do the job just fine. And now Caim’s large eyes were kept fixed on the dead organ.

Caim himself didn’t know if his origin was of human nature. All he read about what he was supposed to be started with humanity. Which made the meaning of Dorian’s words even less clear to him. Perhaps, was just his mechanism of fly or fight acting up, seeing a myriad of threats for second.

He killed humans. Yeah, no kidding!

And then the heart was being thrown away like an empty chocolate packaging with such frivolous insolence, that Caim felt the pain of this as if it was his own heart amidst the blood and mud. Something sunk once more inside his stock and a continuous cold sensation inside his nape seemed to keep his mind sharp.

The new informations coming from Dorian’s lips seemed both too slow and too much inside his mind. Caim’s head lightly shook again trying to gasp the meaning of such words. He blinked lethargically.

“W-What?”

Caim, against any self preservation and common sense, retreated from the man’s touch a few steps. His insides felt like in the edge of hyperventilating, bursting. He moved his palms open and up in a pacifier gesture, as he blinked multiple time.

“ Don’t, dude. Just- I am not interested, okay? It’s very flattering, but I don’t want to be courted, or your blood, or anything-”

A nervous snort escaped his lips as he tripped over the words.

“ You can’t really believe I will trust you after all of that, can you?”

He gesticulated to their surroundings.

“If you really care enough to want to fuck me, the biggest proof you can give me is leaving me alone.”

Caim’s wished truly badly to say he had said that with composure, coolness and style but he was hyperventilating, weathered by the fear of death or worse.

He wished to have said something clever, something that made, at least, the other fear him and leave him alive. Any hunger had disappeared as the idea of eminent death touched his soul.

Yet what most terrorized him was that he still could feel the phantom warmth of Dorian’s touch in his skin, like burning fingerprints in carbon paper.

And the thing was, he was so fucked, it didn’t even felt unpleasant. Not at all.

@7dvls

Caim’s head jerked back abruptly as the man-creature- thing bared his teeth to attack. It was happening, he was going to die. And then when he thought the other would lunge at him he turned and started to pace.

Yes, well, after the massacre surrounding them and the show of emotional instability Caim didn’t doubt at all of the man capacity of taking whatever or whoever he wanted.

Hell.

Well, that brought another layer of ice cold pain to his frightened blood. Wasn’t he lucky? He didn’t even had a religion, he didn’t even knew if he believed in God, angels and demons and- that wasn’t time for a spiritual crisis when his life was at stake. He had to find a way to get alive, unharmed and inviolate.

Caim gazed the now cylindrical pile of ashes that once formed his cigarette between his fingers. And then he spoke the word: vampire.

The librarian blue eyes snapped back at the man completely baffled.

How he-?

“How you-?” He stopped himself mid question. Well, he was a supernatural being, he supposed they knew how to identify another… even though he didn’t really consider himself a true vampire.

Lit up… lit up…oh! The burning sensation, that’s what it was? Well, he really didn’t know what to do with that information.

“… And what means… to be compatible?” Caim asked cautiously. You see, he wasn’t heartless, but as much information he could get to survive, better. And he knew that emotional unbalance were the best moments to he that.

Caim observed the man sit and speak about his beautiful appearance and a smile cracked in his lips. It was such a simplistic, almost puerile idea. That, of beauty being able to open any door. He thought adults could not harbor such oversimplified beliefs. That made him feel strangely… belonging.

Caim squatted in front of the man. Tilting his head lightly so he could search their eyes easier. If he told anyone that he knew what he was doing exactly at the moment, it would be a lie.

But attaining to the truth, he was fucking fearing for his life still. He should be running.

“ Well, that’s not how things work with me. Not the lack of courting or how I eat. I am different. As I believe you are too.” He tried, his voice a gentle, warm timbre, echoing with the comforting softness of a lullaby. Perhaps empathy could save him.

“ But I can’t help you with what you want of me.”

Once again Caim’s head jerked back lightly. Yes, he was hungry, in a myriad of ways that not even him was able to comprehend. And now looking into the man’s eyes he wondered if it was more than one meaning to his ask. Yet, no hunger could worth more than his life. Which… it didn’t made any sense… and Caim’s confusion was absurdly clear in his large blue eyes.

“ Wait… you said you wanted to devour me…there is no need for you to find me nourishment if your intention is to kill me.”

And then he wished to slap himself. He had just reminded a violent killer, one that he just denied, that they could kill him. Very clever.

Caim stood up thinking if there were any possibility of him getting alive if he started running now.

@7dvls

[thelostboylonelyworld]

Caim’s head jerked back abruptly as the man-creature- thing bared his teeth to attack. It was happening, he was going to die. And then when he thought the other would lunge at him he turned and started to pace.

Yes, well, after the massacre surrounding them and the show of emotional instability Caim didn’t doubt at all of the man capacity of taking whatever or whoever he wanted.

Hell.

Well, that brought another layer of ice cold pain to his frightened blood. Wasn’t he lucky? He didn’t even had a religion, he didn’t even knew if he believed in God, angels and demons and- that wasn’t time for a spiritual crisis when his life was at stake. He had to find a way to get alive, unharmed and inviolate.

Caim gazed the now cylindrical pile of ashes that once formed his cigarette between his fingers. And then he spoke the word: vampire.

The librarian blue eyes snapped back at the man completely baffled.

How he-?

“How you-?” He stopped himself mid question. Well, he was a supernatural being, he supposed they knew how to identify another… even though he didn’t really consider himself a true vampire.

Lit up… lit up…oh! The burning sensation, that’s what it was? Well, he really didn’t know what to do with that information.

“… And what means… to be compatible?” Caim asked cautiously. You see, he wasn’t heartless, but as much information he could get to survive, better. And he knew that emotional unbalance were the best moments to get that.

Caim observed the man sit and speak about his beautiful appearance and a smile cracked in his lips. It was such a simplistic, almost puerile idea. That, of beauty being able to open any door. He thought adults could not harbor such oversimplified beliefs. That made him feel strangely… belonging.

Caim squatted in front of the man. Tilting his head lightly so he could search their eyes easier. If he told anyone that he knew what he was doing exactly at the moment, it would be a lie.

But attaining to the truth, he was fucking fearing for his life still. He should be running.

“ Well, that’s not how things work with me. Not the lack of courting or how I eat. I am different. As I believe you are too.” He tried, his voice a gentle, warm timbre, echoing with the comforting softness of a lullaby. Perhaps empathy could save him.

“ But I can’t help you with what you want of me.”

Once again Caim’s head jerked back lightly. Yes, he was hungry, in a myriad of ways that not even him was able to comprehend. And now looking into the man’s eyes he wondered if it was more than one meaning to his ask. Yet, no hunger could worth more than his life. Which… it didn’t made any sense… and Caim’s confusion was absurdly clear in his large blue eyes.

“ Wait… you said you wanted to devour me…there is no need for you to find me nourishment if your intention is to kill me.”

And then he wished to slap himself. He had just reminded a violent killer, one that he just denied, that they could kill him. Very clever.

Caim stood up thinking if there were any possibility of him getting alive if he started running now.

@7dvls

Dorian snapped his teeth and snarled.

"That is not how beings of Hell work. We see what we want and we take it. We do not court like foolish mortals!"

He paced back and forth. He was agitated. It was close to the month when Hell Hounds mated and created offspring with one another. Far from Hell, he had no one.

But he was on a mission from Lucifer. A mission to spread fear.

"You lit up when I drew the sigil on you. We are compatible...vampire."

He huffed and sat down heavily on the ground, in perhaps the only spot that wasn't covered in blood.

"I could provide for you. Lure victims in with my pretty face. You would never go hungry."

He held up a heart now. The only one he hadn't eaten.

"Are you not hungry?"

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Caim restrained himself of moving when he saw the other being extend his hand towards him, approaching him with unwavering resolution and eerie focus. Caim just closed his eyes, expecting for the worst while he felt cold fear paralyze his spine. When finally the bloody fingers touched the skin of his cheek, Caim winced faintly. For his complete surprise they were warm and unexpectedly soft and it moved against his sling in different directions before it finally moved away. Yet the loss of warmth didn’t had time to be felt, for, in the same second where the other’s long fingers touch he felt a expanse of strange warmth, a burning arising inside his flesh not unlike apricity. And it was so soft that in that millisecond his squeezed eyes relaxed and from parted lips a gentle sigh escaped.

And then a clap of hands made him open his eyes dazedly to focus confusedly in the man dancing in front of him. Only one word danced in his mind: unpredictable. And therefore dangerous. And then the man excitedly spoke of devouring him and any placidity his stuttering heart had acquired was now gone. Fear threatened to corrode his insides once more. And when the man approached him once more sniffing, touching him, both with his hands and gaze. Those two eerie globes that seems to pierce his very soul.

The librarian could almost feel the heat of the creature’s breath tickling against his hair, so close he was. And something inside him shifted. His stomach clenched with the contact in a weird way. He felt certainly threatened, and yet the words said like that-sounded like a promise. An attempt of seduction. And Caim definitely wasn’t understanding the mixed signals of his own body reactions. So once the being stopped speaking, Caim moved his face so now he was able to look to their eyes.

“ Thanks, dude. But no. For both.”

He chuckled charmingly.

“ You know how they say: buy me a drink first?”

He joked. Noticing his words could be taken wrongly a second too late, he added.

“ But really, I get very flattered, but these is not kind of my thing.”

Yes, be devoured really wasn’t his thing. Even if life sucked, he was quite attached to it. And have relations, well, demanded contact, what demanded risk, and what inevitably led to hurt. In this case denying the creature seemed that would led in hurt as much as saying yes.

Now, how he would charm his way out, and with life seemed a mystery to him. He tried.

“ I just have some really important things to do, so..”

@7dvls

Dorian moved closer, reached out, drew a symbol on the other's cheek. The symbol glowed faintly, causing Dorian to clap his hands together and dance a bit.

"Oh wonderful! You are delightful! You will be delicious...that is...if you wish to be devoured."

His eyes seem to change, looking darker, but sanity seems to have returned. Like the predator he is, he circles the other, sniffing from a distance before getting in close and sniffing at the other's neck, a hand resting on the other's belly, squeezing gently, claws scratching in a ... comforting . . . sort of way.

"Would you like to be devoured?"

His voice is sensual now.

"To be mated?"

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Caim had just adjusted his leather jacket while lighting the cigarette between his lips. His mind was distant and tired. He just wanted to finish the job, kill some gang dude and go home. That when the scent of blood reached him and reminded each fiber of his being why he was out at night: the hunger.

So Caim walked calmly, hopeful that his prey was already hurt, making his job easier when he halted in place, his blue large eyes wild like the ones of a puppy, completely in shock, it didn’t dare to move away of the predator. His heart racing and the fear spreading, eating away each cell, nerve and ramifications, flesh, bone and marrow.

Fuck! He was so fucked! He would die ! He was so fucking holy fucked! He would die!He would die!

Caim flickered his cigarette between his fingers with a serene, clean elegant motion, so the excess of ash fell on the bloody ground, and with a brain melting grin, with no lacking sensuous mirth he chuckled warmly.

“ I am, aren’t I?”

His bass, soothing voice echoed quietly amused.

He winked nonchalantly. Checking the predator intensely from head to toe, quite collected.

@7dvls

Does that make me Insane?

@thelostboylonelyworld

"Not human..."

He looked at the other being in the 'den'. He was not human. Which meant he was safe from Dorian's hunter. So hungry.

Bodies lay around him, each heart eaten. There were strange symbols written in blood on the walls. The floors. The ceiling. Blood and blood and blood.

The hell hound looked at the other.

"You look delicious."

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Still, Caim could not trust, it was only words and from a vampire on top of that. A sparkle of hope flickered inside of him when the other seemed to agree with the teeth extraction, and a relief smile almost dared to appear in the tip of his lips as he nodded with the amendment, but such smile was soon washed off as he snapped.

“ Shave your hair was the plan, genius! It wasn’t for you to feel pain! It wasn’t for I—But you woke up and- and—” Caim’s eyes became lightly glassy again, as he spaced out, his voice softening to an almost thought whispered out loud. “I-I- and- And it was— so beautiful, held so much promise of-of- sun warmth and-and happiness - so intangible, so impossible and undeserving and unfair…”

Caim eyes closed and stayed like that for a second longer as he came back. A solitary tear escaped his eyes and when he focused on the man’s bloody face again they were excruciatingly full of melancholy.

“ You woke up and I lost it.”

He breathed out abruptly, tiredly.

And then he deviated his eyes. They only went back to the vampire’s figure when he spoke once more, and now they shone with transparent hesitancy and distrust.

“ I can’t risk to let you go now, you still could kill me the moment I do, or worse, you could bite me.” He spoke filterless as he spoke too quickly to actually process the depth of what such statement meant. “You evidently do not have super strength or you would already be freed. I will free you once I am back of the contractor’s lair and after I have pulled out them myself, where and when I have the certainty you won’t simply disappear and suddenly kill me in near future. If this is how is going to be, it will be own my terms.”

@royal-descent

"I am going to kill your patron in the most excruciating way possible. As soon as this sedative wears off please trust my words. I won't kill you, but them. They will die. A horrible death." Roland was furious but it was clear this servant was not worth the breadth of his ire, he would however pay him back in kind.

"My fangs." he said softly. They would grow back as well in time but it would leave him impotent for a bit. "Amendment. You will feed me until my fangs grow back and your have yourself a deal." Roland winced when the young man mentioned his hair, his once lovely mane now gone. A flash of angry in his eyes.

"You will thank me for every ounce of pain I cause you. I'd have been furious had you simply shaved my head but you didn't need to be so brutal about it." though Roland had caused his own fair share of pain in the world, and his victims were probably no less furious with him than he was with this boy.

"Let me go and I will pull out my fangs for you to use as your...'evidence'."

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It seemed fair, but it didn’t seem true.

He was taught to distrust vampires, along the years where he gained courage he may have had a lapse of memory, a very fatal one. But if this situation was of any use, it was to refresh his memory. His fucking contractor was a vampire, and his own fucking victim was too. Nothing was clearly stated to him. Thoughts passed too quickly inside his head and Caim could only gaze the wet ground under him, his own pale hands, while his eyes flickered lightly as his mind tried to find a way of this, and-

Caim’s face suddenly filled with color and his eyes once more were bright with a shiny new idea. He got up messily as he once more approached the table, now locking his eyes with the vampire’s and speaking so quickly it felt almost incoherent in its chaos. Now the matter was surviving.

“ I can’t trust you- I could release you and in the second I did, you could kill me. Or if indeed you are telling the truth, if you really will not kill me, that means the contractor will, do you understand? But I have an idea! You see, I can show you them proof of their orders being followed, like showing your hair, telling them I need more of those sedatives to be prepared - it takes a week at least. Buy us time to run. But…-”

And then he paused, hesitantly. He deviated his eyes.

“ I would have to bring more evidences ordered besides your hair….I would have to get your fangs. And I need you to agree with me in that, I’ll bring you blood when I return from there. Does your fangs worth your freedom to you? Because that’s the only plan I was able to get that can minimally guarantee my safety as well as yours.”

Caim felt like in an adrenaline rush, not at all pleasant and absolutely despairing.

“And then you can do whatever you want with me.”

“ I mean excluding murdering me.”

@royal-descent

"Pathetic creature. If you're going to be ruthless be ruthless finish what you started. You've already maimed me." The vampire spat angry of course but his disgust with the hunter was more than that, follow your hunt the way through. "How about this then you little thing. You let me go and I won't kill you, but I will untie upon you all the pain you caused me. And once I am satisfied we are even, I'll let you go. I Might even heal you if I feel so inclined." he growled. Blood trailed down his face, even after the skin knit itself back together he was still filthy from the spatter from before. "And clean up this mess you caused. Clean me up and clean me off."

[thelostboylonelyworld]

Fever Dream (Chick Strand, 1979)

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Caim didn’t had the strength to look to the man’s face, overwhelmed with the impact of his own despicable deeds. He wished so desperately to tell him that he never meant to make the other suffer, that’s why the sedatives were for, for fucks sake, but he knew that what mattered was his actions not his intentions. And he struggled now to accept that indeed he was capable of such atrocity.

The former librarian, still baring the physical and mental symptoms of a break down, when hearing the man’s next words could not truly make sense of them. He didn’t know what oddities the man spoke about. Be having a… what? Panic attack, regret of his violent actions, repulsion towards himself…was such a rare event in the guy’s view? He wandered them what kind of people and place surrounded him in a daily basis. Then, a phrase brought his mind back to a sharper instance.

He never called the guy a monster. The other could be short of a marble, yes, delusional, very much. But he was still human. What made Caim’s actions even worst. Yes, yes, if anyone was to be called a monster in this room, it was Caim.

Trying to push air to his lungs once more Caim started to turn to face the man once more, to face his monstrosity materialized in another’s pain, determined to release the guy and suffer the consequences of his actions. He was able to kill, yes. But he didn’t had the guts, he didn’t had the heart to-

Red eyes.

Caim staggered back abruptly, hitting the metal trolley behind him, which in its turned moved and hit the closer concrete wall with a loud cacophony of clanks and clatters. Without nothing to stop his fall Caim fell butt to the ground utterly shell shocked.

Red eyes swirled into his mind again and again. His face now was so pale that he seemed dead, his lips lightly blue, probably out of the cold that shot through his spine and paralyzed him. Only his large teary blue eyes seemed to be intensely alive as a myriad of emotions fought for dominance over his body.

The man wasn’t human!

He could feel his heart start to race so quickly that part of him wondered if he wasn’t in the edge of a heart attack. The man was telling the truth, yet, Caim never saw a vampire like this.

Caim started to pace around the room. Hyperventilating.

He could not release the man anymore. He didn’t know the extent of his strength or powers, the guy was a question mark to him. He knew nothing about this kind of vampire. Caim didn’t want to die. But he felt he would, anyway. He got himself fucked. For if he was designed to kill a vampire most probably the gang leader wasn’t human either. It didn’t matter what he did now, he would die!

He should have stayed in the library, locked, safe, afraid, rightfully so, of any supernatural being and human alike. Now he had just tortured one.

He didn’t know what to do! He didn’t know what to do! He didn’t know what to fucking do!

He caught, with shaking hands, the sedative gun and opened the chamber: empty.

And then the red rimmed eyes started to shed tears, and in the gaping breathing now could be heard painful little noises he struggled to repress until he wasn’t able to hold anymore and he cried now out loud, shrunken against the wall.

“ I-I can’t re- release y-you. Yo-you’ll kill m-me or- or T-they wi-will. A-and I ca-can’t kill y-you, I-I don’t have the guts- not a-after, not after th-this!”

He had said between painful sobs after long minutes of painful crying. And once he uttered the last word he started crying copiously.

@royal-descent

"You're not half as dead as you will be if I get free. I will rip you limb from limb and make you suffer like you have made me suffer." Roland snarled panting at the effort he was putting forward to his and he would do everything in his power to make it happen if he were to get free. How dare this- boy. Violate him like that. Cause him to bleed.

"What the fuck are you? You refuse to believe my own lineage and yet you are here displaying your own oddities. You call me a monster and yet you are far worse than I have been thus far." he said with a growl, his sharp teeth bared. The more infernal side of his being coming out in his rage. The cool and calm demeanor cast aside.

"I will relish testing how many ways I can end you."

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Only Caim’s uneven breath escaping out his lips could be heard in the silence that followed.

“ I-…” the panic taking him interrupted his voice and just an agonizing high pitched whimper escaped him. His knuckles white clutching the table only seemed to magnify in strength, as if the piece of metal was his own lifeline. And judging by the symptoms that his body revealed, it seemed quite accurate that such was what his brain understood too. Finally Caim was able to move, he turned his face to the left, as if speaking to the man over his shoulders. But his eyes were bright of tears, almost glassy, and he wasn’t able of looking directly behind him, directly at the once golden haired man.

The most curious and strange thing though, was that his pupils seemed to be expanding, almost taking all the blue of his irises, almost taking all the white of them while oscillating. Now beads of sweat ran freely down his temples.

“ I already am.”

Came finally his bass voice, but it felt so… vulnerable . The manly timbre differing so starkly of the expression of it that one could even doubt if it wasn’t uttered by a boy instead.

@royal-descent

While Caim tied the man to a metal table inside the cage, torso and wrists tied firmly in a myriad of places, their conversation kept turning back in his head. The guy hadn’t knew truly what were the weakness of a vampire and ended up messing it with fairy lore. He knew Santa Carla’s vamp and no one of them had weakness with silver.

Even Roland being completely delusional, Caim could admire his guts of talking back and how eloquent he was. That was admirable. And then as he turned his back to the table starting to get the tools to shave the blond’s hair he heard: pants.

He moved slowly to stare at the man, his large eyes wide for the first time and as well for the first time giving him the semblance of a lost puppy as his face paled.

I thought you were going to kill me.

He thought he did.

His lips parted, but he didn’t let the words escape. Roland baring his teeth made his heart skip a beat, even though his semblance hadn’t leaked one emotion more. And then he noticed, there were only two sharp teeth! Not rolls and rolls of teeth like the real vamps. The guy truly believed he was a vampire, so much he made a surgery to change his teeth. Caim relaxed with a chuckle as he landed his hand on the top of Roland’s hair, looking down at him almost affectionately.

“That’s nuts, man. I don’t know if I pity you or get sad for you. You really wanted to be a vampire, don’t you?Is a blessing to not be…” He said while caressing the other man’s hair absentmindedly, only now noticing how soft and beautiful it was. As his fingers slides through it and warmth sipped through his skin, a flash of idea passed through his mind. How beautiful the golden locks would look in the Sun, spread out against the grass like a halo of light. Soothing and warm in his fingertips as he played with them until he fell into the dreamland in peace for loneliness and shadows could not follow him, as long as he stayed wrapped into the light of such golden clock. Misery seemed distant then…

Blue eyes opened and they were filled with absurd warmth and devotion and even happiness as it fixed on Roland’s, and then a shadow passed through them and they became dark and angry. Without warning Caim pulled brutally the lock curled against his fingertips and the tuft of hair was now on his hand.

His jaw clenched mercilessly.

He would never have warmth.

Another lock of hair pulled.

He would never be not alone.

One more lock.

Or be at peace.

At each pull more euphoric and desperate he felt and more bloody his hands became. He could not hear any scream, for in his head these cruel voices that sounded so much like himself were too loud.

He had no content.

He would never be happy.

He didn’t deserve to be loved.

And with the last pull Caim’s almost collapsed on the table and onto Roland. If the blond’s torso weren’t tightly tied, easily he would be able to bite Caim’s neck, such was the proximity. He clutched the metal edges with slightly trembling hands. His breath was completely ragged, his face would be completely sick pale if it wasn’t for the angry red around his eyes, evidence of his suppressing tears. He could only feel the cold surface of the table. His eyes looked up then, and he was met with a bloody mess. There were little to no hair in Roland’s head, but blood and wounds in all its extension. Caim’s lips parted, and his face paled even more as he abruptly and clumsily withdrew of the table, hitting the tool table behind him.

The smell of blood was intoxicating an for the first time not in a good way.

He opened and closed his lips a lot but no word escaped him. A tear dared to run from his left eye. He was horrified.

This isn’t personal. This wasn’t personal.

But there was not what he saw right in front of him.

He wouldn’t apologize. He couldn’t. It was his job. But he didn’t want to hurt.

“T-the contractor, they-they think you are handsome, they envy, they- they want to take that vanity out of you.” He said visibly shaken, he didn’t knew how he remembered those words. They told him, when he closed the deal, to say that to Roland, so Roland would know that everything would be stripped of him, even his dignity.

But Caim knew now, as he turned his back to Roland’s table, leaning his hand on the tools trolley heavily, he knew as the almost inaudible sounds of his tears met the metal tray of torture utensils that Roland’s wasn’t the only one whose dignity was being stripped in that fucking room.

@royal-descent

[thelostboylonelyworld]

— Warsan Shire

[thelostboylonelyworld]

Caim lit and gave another drag of his cigarette while he observed, seemingly undisturbed, the man in front of him. He was leaned lightly against the table opposite the sink casually and could not help but raise a brow at the other’s words.

The things was: he knew. He knew all too well. That meant it didn’t scare the hell out of him? No.

You see, it hit him too close to home to see this man struggling with bloodlust. He had been there too. Caim considered himself a defective vampire. He wasn’t like the animalistic vampires of Santa Carla, his face didn’t morph, he didn’t had the same weaknesses and, unfortunately, neither most of the strengths. He only heard of a different branch of vampires from Jenny, the library owner who gave him job and shelter. Mostly her words were to frighten him, she often said the “ civilized vampires” were more cruel than the ones of his little city. Well, her attempt of frightening him worked quite well. He basically locked himself from the world in that library. Yet, defective or not, Caim had to feed, and he usually got “ kill for pay” little jobs with the gangs of region that had beef with each other. So, when he saw in one night a man passing for such familiar situation, despise all instincts of self-preservation, Caim felt fascinated. It was new, and different, and woke in him with the same irresistible pull of hunger, an implacable curiosity. The same urge that made him risk his safety from time to time to kill, now moving him to offer his own neck.

Yes, perhaps Caim didn’t know what he was offering, indeed. But he wanted too intensely to ignore.

Certainly living a life locked away in fear clearly seemed to be taking a tool of him since now he was choosing the possibility of death over a life he was unable to enjoy and share with others.

Caim straightened his leather jacket, letting the smoke escape from his lips before walking towards the vampire.

“Will It? “ His bass, serene voice echoed. Soothingly quiet as he now was leaning against the sink by the vampire’s side. “ Man, my smell may not manifest such, but I am not human. Well, I am not exactly a vampire either, for what it counts, but my blood may help you just a bit, in this moment of crisis, you know?”

He didn’t knew exactly what he was. He didn’t know why he was exposing vulnerabilities like this, but he knew the vampires of Santa Carla prayed on the younger of their own kind, and not rarely, when human blood lacked, even the ones that weren’t so weak. If the vampires of Santa Carla did it all the time, Caim supposed, other branch of vampires would do it too.

“ Is not as if you can kill me by doing so, right?” Taking another drag of his cigar, he chuckled amusedly even though not knowing if the aspect of immortality applied to a strange being like him in that situation.

@virilitas

open to males / william is vers - bottom leaning, if smut. william is a vampire who has not fed on human blood in a long time, and it's damaging him. your muse offers their blood to him.

" you don't understand what you are offering. " william says hoarsely, before spitting out another blob of congealed liquid on the porcelain sink, as dark as tar with a faint metallic smell of dried blood. old blood ... the one he hunted and drank years ago.

perhaps he was being stupid. another vampire would have accepted their offer without a second thought. they would have indulged and feasted like kings on a banquet. until they are satiated and full, then lay in wait for their next hunt. never mind what would happen to their victim, or the one who offered. they would die, or they would turn. he's not even sure which fate is worse.

he promised he will never be that a long time ago. " just go. i will let this pass. the need will pass. " he continues. yes, it will pass, but the hunger will not. and that would poison him in the days to come. " just ... leave me. "

[thelostboylonelyworld]

While Caim tied the man to a metal table inside the cage, torso and wrists tied firmly in a myriad of places, their conversation kept turning back in his head. The guy hadn’t knew truly what were the weakness of a vampire and ended up messing it with fairy lore. He knew Santa Carla’s vamp and no one of them had weakness with silver.

Even Roland being completely delusional, Caim could admire his guts of talking back and how eloquent he was. That was admirable. And then as he turned his back to the table starting to get the tools to shave the blond’s hair he heard: pants.

He moved slowly to stare at the man, his large eyes wide for the first time and as well for the first time giving him the semblance of a lost puppy as his face paled.

I thought you were going to kill me.

He thought he did.

His lips parted, but he didn’t let the words escape. Roland baring his teeth made his heart skip a beat, even though his semblance hadn’t leaked one emotion more. And then he noticed, there were only two sharp teeth! Not rolls and rolls of teeth like the real vamps. The guy truly believed he was a vampire, so much he made a surgery to change his teeth. Caim relaxed with a chuckle as he landed his hand on the top of Roland’s hair, looking down at him almost affectionately.

“That’s nuts, man. I don’t know if I pity you or get sad for you. You really wanted to be a vampire, don’t you?Is a blessing to not be…” He said while caressing the other man’s hair absentmindedly, only now noticing how soft and beautiful it was. As his fingers slides through it and warmth sipped through his skin, a flash of idea passed through his mind. How beautiful the golden locks would look in the Sun, spread out against the grass like a halo of light. Soothing and warm in his fingertips as he played with them until he fell into the dreamland in peace for loneliness and shadows could not follow him, as long as he stayed wrapped into the light of such golden clock. Misery seemed distant then…

Blue eyes opened and they were filled with absurd warmth and devotion and even happiness as it fixed on Roland’s, and then a shadow passed through them and they became dark and angry. Without warning Caim pulled brutally the lock curled against his fingertips and the tuft of hair was now on his hand.

His jaw clenched mercilessly.

He would never have warmth.

Another lock of hair pulled.

He would never be not alone.

One more lock.

Or be at peace.

At each pull more euphoric and desperate he felt and more bloody his hands became. He could not hear any scream, for in his head these cruel voices that sounded so much like himself were too loud.

He had no content.

He would never be happy.

He didn’t deserve to be loved.

And with the last pull Caim’s almost collapsed on the table and onto Roland. If the blond’s torso weren’t tightly tied, easily he would be able to bite Caim’s neck, such was the proximity. He clutched the metal edges with slightly trembling hands. His breath was completely ragged, his face would be completely sick pale if it wasn’t for the angry red around his eyes, evidence of his suppressing tears. He could only feel the cold surface of the table. His eyes looked up then, and he was met with a bloody mess. There were little to no hair in Roland’s head, but blood and wounds in all its extension. Caim’s lips parted, and his face paled even more as he abruptly and clumsily withdrew of the table, hitting the tool table behind him.

The smell of blood was intoxicating an for the first time not in a good way.

He opened and closed his lips a lot but no word escaped him. A tear dared to run from his left eye. He was horrified.

This isn’t personal. This wasn’t personal.

But there was not what he saw right in front of him.

He wouldn’t apologize. He couldn’t. It was his job. But he didn’t want to hurt.

“T-the contractor, they-they think you are handsome, they envy, they- they want to take that vanity out of you.” He said visibly shaken, he didn’t knew how he remembered those words. They told him, when he closed the deal, to say that to Roland, so Roland would know that everything would be stripped of him, even his dignity.

But Caim knew now, as he turned his back to Roland’s table, leaning his hand on the tools trolley heavily, he knew as the almost inaudible sounds of his tears met the metal tray of torture utensils that Roland’s wasn’t the only one whose dignity was being stripped in that fucking room.

@royal-descent

"It is not a tactic I am a vampire. Why would you make the cage out of silver coated metal if I wasn't a vampire? Are you telling me I just fell into this trap I couldn't escape by coincidence?" That was all the more infuriating. He was really jus the victim of bad luck. Terrible luck. "Why should you do me any favors. Please fulfill your charge to it's fullest if you don't have the heart to set me free. What is mercy if in the end I am still bereft of life? Doing it to make yourself feel better I suppose."

The dart hit his chest with a solid thump, it was honestly surprising to the vampire, had he been sharper perhaps he could have gotten out of the way. What was truly surprising though was that he felt the drugs enter him and actually made him sleepy. It started slowly radiating from the point where it hit him. H Is arms and legs felt like iron and he slowly slumped down kneeling. HIs eye lids god heavy. "What in the name of all that is unholy is in this dart." he asked before he was no longer able to think.

Darkness overcame him. A heavy wicked darkness as he fell forward his body too heavy to move. It felt like ages and to a vampire, ages were in fact ages. HIs thoughts were swimming and fuzzy but soon they could form again. His body too heavy to move but his blue eyes shot open and he gasped a deep breath. "AH!" he gasp as he took in air, cold and sharp it filled his lungs.

He panted as he struggled to sit up. Was he bound? The sedative made it too hard for him to move his arms. "I thought you were going to kill me." he hissed his fangs bared at his beautiful captor.

[thelostboylonelyworld]

Centuries of knowledge, huh? Money all around the world? The guy really was desperate to survive and still was holding in the vampire fallacy. Or perhaps he was just delusional and truly believed he was a bloodsucker. One more reason to pity the poor soon to be dead. His hope clenched Caim’s heart painfully though. He let out a deep, tired breath.

“ We are both trying to live in this world, yes. But even if you had the money you say you do, so I never passed one day hungry again until the day I died, that is no certainty. You could betray me, the contractor would kill me in the moment he discovered, and given the orders I receive to do with you, I would not have the luck you are having of going peacefully and painless. You should be thankful I am not obeying it in its full extent. Also, for your good, drop the vampire tactic, it isn’t working.”

He was tired, starving, and now, thanks to his victim, depressed too. Caim averted his eyes of the man, looking to the wall at his left. This was getting painful. He knew the tactic of giving their name, so your brain starts to see it as a person not as a job, and he could not allow that, even less say who his contractor was. He ignored him completely.

His gaze pierced the wall as if he could open a hole only by looking at it. He was reuniting strength as the man kept speaking. And then he said about turning him. And Caim’s eyes snapped at him with a flash of fury. In the moment soon after he shot right in the middle of Rolland’s chest. The blond’s hands were still up, defenseless as he fell. His eyes closed. Yet when the silence was finally made, when Caim closed his eyes, all he could see burning inside of his eyelids was the pitifully delusional yet honest image of sincere hope in green eyes.

@royal-descent

Roland raised a brow when the other told him what was in the gun, a sedative. A sedative that worked on the undead? How interesting. He was half tempted to ask just to be shot with it to see how it worked. "Come on I am sure we can work something out here, pretty boy. I mean think about it, I have a century of knowledge, hidden caches of money and treasure around the world. Surely there is something I can do for you so that this doesn't have to end in blood shed. Yours or mine. We are both just trying to survive in this world yes?"

Roland was too blood deprived to do anything too dramatic. He would have loved to turn to mist and just disappear right about then, even as a full fledged vampire he was never a huge fan of combat. He was better with his words and his body than he was with weapons.

"Who set you out to get me hmm? My name is Roland by the way. I would day it is a pleasure to meet you but it is indeed not a pleasure." Roland licked his lips as he paused and thought for a moment.

"I suppose if I am going to die I don't want to feel it. But...shoot me and think about this. I can offer you my dark gift. Turn you into a creature like me. Or-or I don't know. Anything at all." he said raising his hands up and letting the other decide what he wanted to do.

[thelostboylonelyworld]

Caim had thought on answering the man, but since the other started laughing he waited with unwaveringly placidity and patience the blond finish of having some happy moment before death. So he kept his smile undisturbed and observed the man with those piercing silent eyes.

Then once his victim stopped laughing and spoke once more, it was his turn to let an amused gutural chuckle escape his lips.

“ Yes, pal. And I am a leprechaun.”

It truly was ridiculous, the blond’s futile attempt to save himself, bluffing to be a vampire when clearly he didn’t knew how a vampire acted or looked. Caim knew, they were in Santa Fucking Carla. Vampires were wild animals, face monstrous when hunting or under attack. They weren’t civilized nor handsome. He was part vamp as far as he knew, but he was a defective one, so he really didn’t count that.

Caim wouldn’t fall in the other’s game, no information that could be used against him would get out from his lips. His contractor had gotten the man on the trap. And for whatever reason did not have the guts or emotional capacity to finish the job and he was paying Caim very well to do it. So it wasn’t his business the “whys”, and the “ hows” the guy could be half unicorn and fart rainbows he would not give a fuck .

The prisoner smiled and Caim’s mind briefly went back to some years prior, when the baring of teeth coming from smiles were easily mistaken as the baring of teeth of a predator ready to pounce. If that affected him still, he hadn’t showed though. Then the prisoner finished his little speech calling him pretty in a way Caim could only describe as condescending. He was no layman nor some inexperienced kid searching for inconsequential adventures. He wasn’t.

The smile went away, but the brightness of it seemed to condense in the two bright flames that were his eyes locked into the blond’s.

“You don’t understand, do you?”

His deep voice was quiet and so soft, the cadence barely a whisper, that it felt like the materialization of a caress. His blue eyes acquiring that tender melting quality once saw by the glow of the lighter. He could feel pity start to make a place in his heart, together with compassion. He preferred when people died happy, but he felt it was worst the betrayal felt once people, having expectations of being able to get out alive, realized there isn’t any. He would not foster that hope. He isn’t that cruel.

“ These.” He lightly shook his armed hands. “ Is me giving you the choice to die in peaceful sleep or if it is of your choice, have the sensation you aren’t going without a fight. These guns are not how I will end your life, - the pistols have sedatives, in enough dosage to knock a dozen of vamps - they are how I’ll make you unconscious. You don’t have to feel pain when you pass.”

@royal-descent

"Y-you're going to kill me? With those?" A wave of relief washed over Roland as his body relaxed and laughter came from him in a deeply almost crazy way- he had actually been scared. The golden haired vampire chortled and shook his head. "Stop fucking around and let me out of the cage. You can't kill me with stupid mortal weapons like that. A gun? A little knife." he snorted as he tried to calm down and wiped his eyes from tears of laughter.

"I'm a vampire. You had to know I was a vampire to catch me in a cage like this and you have to know that those little things aren't going to do shit to me I will just regenerate. Over and over." Roland raked a hand back through his golden hair and smiled that bright white smile at the other. "Come on let me out and don't fuck around anymore huh? You're pretty, I'll just slink off back into the night and we don't have to do this."

[thelostboylonelyworld]

Blue eyes contemplated leisurely each piece of the man in front of him, expression unreadable.

And then a side smile flourished on pink lips.

“ Yeah, life can suck, can’t it?”

The smile didn’t reach his eyes, it was a bad joke as it was supposed to be, but that didn’t made the expression less brain melting.

“Huh.” He let out a chuckle, the man’s ask felt absurd. He kept smoking placidly. “What made you think I would answer any of those questions?”

Caim smashed the remains of the cigarette on the wall, rubbing his chin lightly with his fingers, his eyes fixed on the other man as he approached the cage. His walking alone, magnetic. Although the distance was not enough to the prisoner try anything, was enough now for the other to see him completely. He spoke calmly and quite professionally.

“You see… You shouldn’t take this too personally. I have nothing against you. God, I don’t even know you.” And then he took out of his waist a gun that resemble a pistol, while with the other a knife glimmered against the poor lightning. “ But this are lean times, and a guy has to eat. What I can promise is that this will be quick, I have to kill you, that does not mean I will like to do so. Therefore I”ll be kind.”

While he spoke almost matter-of-factly he alternated his attention from the man’s face to checking the guns with striking tranquility.

“ I can pray with you, if such things bring you comfort.” His blue eyes fixed back on the prisoner while the sound of the pistol being unlocked ricocheted the walls.

“So, how do you want to go: sleeping” - he shook lightly the hand with the pistol - “or awake?” - he shook equally subtle the hand with the knife.

@royal-descent

"Something like that yeah. bad luck." Roland said as he watched the other with narrowed eyes, there was no trust from him for the other man, who had clearly laid a trap for him.

"Any chance you have a key and you are going to let me out of here?" he asked wondering out loud if perhaps he could get a bit more lucky than this. Though probably not, something about the aura of the other was off- he much like Roland was not what he seemed. Though he was beautiful.

[thelostboylonelyworld]

@royal-descent

Caim had his head leaned on the cement texture of the wall behind him, eyes closed. It gave him serenity, amidst the metallic sounds and voice coming from the adjacent room were the cage was. He breathed deeply and slowly before adjusting his dark brown jacket, turning face to the door, he started to walk to close the gap between him and the job of the night. One hand opening the heavy metallic piece with a loud whine while the other searched for a lighter on his jeans pocket.

He didn’t bother to look up as the heaviness of the door closed itself behind him, for he had found the fire and now lightning a cigarette he leaned his back and one of his feet on the door behind him. The fire illuminated his face for a few seconds in its reddish warmth, revealing a pair of the largest, clear hues of blue, starkly contrasting and mismatching with the detached and tired expression of his pale yet beautiful face. They spoke of two extreme opposites. A face apparently so young, so marked by experience, yet of eyes so soft. But that only lasted for a few seconds.

He took a drag of his cigarette, feeling it fill his lungs with abandonment in the silence as he sagged a bit more against the door. Head once more leaned, now on metal, he gave another drag before gesticulating with the same hand in subtle clean gestures to the cage and for the first time acknowledging the other’s presence. His eyes burning like two flames inside a skull as it pierced the dark where he could only partially see the caged man.

“Bad luck tonight, huh? “

A baritone voice echoed in the almost emptied room amidst the thin fog of the cigar’ smoke. Deep, melodic and alluringly soothing, like the seductiveness of a mystery yet to be discovered.