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[mxm] I want to know you [+18] And I want your blood.
Society; a structured community of people bound together by similar traditions, institutions, or nationality, something that only could apply to
humans. They were, after all, the only real species of animals able to think and act as a whole group, right? They are stuck up creatures, thinking
them the best of all races, thinking they were the dominant race that was enslaving the world when in fact they were not. They had been knocked down a
peg or two many centuries, millenniums ago. By who? Why, by the vampire society of course; yes, society. The creatures of the darkness that haunted
the world and plagued the mortals nightmares, the shadows and the bumps in the night. They were the true dominant race and have been for those
millenniums, way before man began to record history on paper. By word of mouth did their horrors spread, a plague from Lucifer, man’s damnation and
skin stuck onto the bones of the human body while the soul was left to rot in the dead corpse.
Now, that isn’t to say they were simple minded, oh, far from it. They had their own society, long before man banded together, or well, perhaps right
when they began to band together. After all, their so called father of all was the legendary Caine and he was at the very beginning of civilization.
That is, if you believe that route. If not, then there is no true origin of the first vampire and how they started society, there was no even record
knowledge of their existence, the world erased the first damned to merely a story in the history book, a myth breathed gently on the wind. Yet, if the
first vampire, whether Caine or someone else, were to rise, were they to surface, they would be the oldest and strongest being on the earth and
everything would bow to their whim, one way or another.
Oh, their society. Yes, founded at the very beginning of time, alongside man, whether biblical man or cavemen that evolved into the more modern being
that walk the streets today, was their society, though if the humans knew, perhaps they’d call it a cult. In a sense, it was a bit of a cult, but only
a bit. The structure of the society was much the same as the humans, there were rules set in stone but that stone remained bendable, laws that held
them together, and a government that enforced the laws and rules laid down by the very beginning kindred of the race, only modified here and there to
fit more modern times. Before, an enraged vampire could’ve slaughtered a whole village and let the paranoid humans believe it was a sign from God that
they were doomed, that life as they knew was going to end. However, now with more modern times, denser populations, less hiding spots, and science
burning them at every turn, they had to be more careful. No longer could they drink a single victim dry without the law enforcements stepping in to
slap on some cuffs on them, take them to nearly burn in the sun, and then let go with a ‘do this again, we shall kill you’ sort of thing. If you asked
most, it was downright unfair on how strict the new rules had become.
Then again, those protesters were often silenced, they ‘mysteriously’ disappeared if you catch the drift.
Now, the government system did follow the humans, in a sense. There was the top dog, the one who ruled a country or a section of land, followed by
their own little lackeys to keep controls in smaller sections, and finally, if needed, a small squad that would be a lot like the police. Then of
course, the were the others, the citizens that’s lived in the area which were always asked to be a killer when a vampire got out of hand, committed
sins against the law, and needed to be hunted and killed. It was much like a hunt that humans did today for wanted criminals, except the job was
usually done very fast. After all, most higher in ranks kindred did not sit around, they moved. They gathered their whole cites, states, country to
move against the one that was trying to flee and if anyone was found to be hiding, they were to be slaughtered with the traitor, that is, if there was
proof that they were hiding them or knew where they were hiding of course. The law system was based on justice, or at least the last words of the
owners of the fair places.
The titles of the people varied from place to place, some were princes or princesses, baron or baroness, sirs or madams, or sometimes simply…leader.
It all depended on the region where at. Of course, this whole format of ruling, of government only applied to the western world. Everything that was
western had this application. The east, the Asian counties really, well, their society was different. Not much has been known or learnt about the
Asian vampires, which are very mysterious and seem to lack any real ties with any western brethren. The two sets of vampires seemed to have grown
apart, if they were even siblings at one point in time. Not to say the west did not deal with the east, for they did, it was just, how one would say,
so awkward and tense that one moment there could be talks of peace and alliance, and the next bullets flying in the room. The only thing that the west
knew for certain about the Asian kindred was that they were operated by one ruler, almost like a monarch. No one knew who they were or what they
looked like, they always seemed to use puppets to do all the speaking for them in public. So mysterious was the figure that they were probably walking
around right under their noses, in the guise of a regular, average vampire.
Who were they to know? To their knowledge, as stated, no one head seen the figure of the Asian race and if they did, they didn’t let on to it at all.
The moment the figure stepped out into the light would truly be a marvelous day indeed.
However, the story does not wind to the Asian clan right now, if at all. No, the story winds down to a vampire by the name of Vincent Sigmund, or as
most knew him by, Prince Vincent, ruler of the east coast of the United States. The land was too large and the people of the different kindred were in
an uproar, so the land had been divided; east coast, mid-west, and west coast, which had control of Alaska by the way. The story of how he obtained
his throne is unknown, of course except to him and his bodyguard that traveled around with him like he was some celebrity. Actually, anything about
him was really kept under a wrap, even the most clever of vampires, the types that could pry and find any information, came up only to his mortal
life, which was rather boring, in his own opinion, and had no connections to his new, demonic life.
Vincent had grown up in the mid-1800’s in Germany, which wasn’t really Germany at the time but the area that would become Germany, to a middle class
family that worked hard in the factories. He grew up with many brothers and two sisters, all of his siblings were now dead of course, as well as his
parents. Any who, he immigrated to the United States in his early twenties hoping to seek a fortune, and settled in the east, unlike most German
immigrants who took to the mid-west and most importantly the northern part. After that, there was nothing. Nothing. It seemed he was turned in those
late mid-1800’s and then was wiped off of the map for awhile until suddenly, boom, he was in power controlling the east half of America with a man
that settled disputes with fists rather than words.
Currently, it was three weeks after the ‘incident’.
What was the ‘incident’? The ‘incident’ was the awakening of a powerful vampire. No one is quite sure where the powerful vampire came from, all that
was known was that it was not Caine and it was not going to be stopped. Vincent remembered the day clearly, he had been sitting in his office during
the time, busying himself with meaningless paperwork, the type of paperwork one simply filled out and then burnt in the fire for no particular reason.
His bodyguard stood by him, one could use the word hovering, though he would use the word vigilant in case of any attack. It wasn’t an average
evening, needless to say, there were signs that some vampires has seen, while others, much like himself, had rather ignored; the death toll of humans
and vampires alike at a higher increase, the human media slurring on reports of a serial killer, and the awkward feeling that crept over him out of no
where, causing him to shudder and wonder what the hell was making him nervous. He should’ve seen the signs, he should’ve called for a protection of
his people, he had been ignorant.
His bodyguard had been the first in the deaths that he knew, that were related to him. The man had left for but a minute, it normally wasn’t the man’s
job to fetch his work, but the young, human assistant had not shown up for work. So the man left, was out of the room no more than a few seconds when
the shudder ripped through his body, turning his blood cold as if a winter breeze had just thrown open his window; it was summer. Vincent called for
the man, hating this dreadful feeling, at least feeling somewhat comfortable with the brutal man hovering nearby, ready to lay his life down for him.
He rose from his feet and left his office, shifting into the hallway and then down to where his paperwork was, only to stop and find a pile of ashes
laying at his feet in the doorway and the maliciously feeling that someone was laughing at him before it faded, just as the winter wind did that left
his body. That had been the first death that had been close to him. Or well, he supposed the young assistant should’ve been first when he saw his
rotting corpse on the news, but he hadn’t heard of him until after the death of the man that protected him.
The next two body guards died in much the same fashion, with the Prince’s back turned for a second. A couple of humans he had his eye on also
mysteriously disappeared, only to show up in a horrible, mangled fashion much later, obvious that the killer wanted him to know.
New of the ‘incident’ reached his ears a week after it truly began. The rumors of an older vampire, one slipping through the shadows and plaguing
rulers, even going so far as to kill some of them. Had he been lucky then that he had been spared or perhaps it was his misfortune that had been toyed
with. He wasn’t the only, a couple of rulers in Europe and one in South America also proclaimed to be tormented by the older vampire, but he didn’t
claim anything personally. There were vampires older than him and it was no wonder he should be wanted dead so the power could shift to someone else,
but why would someone simply do this? He neither accepted nor denied anything, simply forcing himself to scoff at those that believed in this older
vampire, if there was one, then surely they’d come and kill him, right?
So yes, it was three weeks after the ‘incident’, after the killings of everything he an eye on, after the mass killings of both humans and vampires,
and after the paranoia of the fact there really might be an older vampire had settled into his mind. He needed another bodyguard, he needed to control
his area, he needed to remain calm and collected. If he lost his cool, East Coast was going to hell and no one was going to be able to bring it back.
So calm down Vincent and take a few breaths.
Vincent was currently at his desk, once more, forcing himself to be busy, to look through the manila folders on his desk for a new bodyguard, to force
himself to think of the petty issues over which group of vampires own which section of the East Coast. It was highly irksome to try and figure out
these silly issues that were only bound to change within the next ten years, that is, if he was even here in the next ten years with how much death
hung around him like a shadow. It would seem Death was enthralled with him, which would be quite understandable, at least from the point of view a
woman had once told him while he played with her. She had called him intelligent, handsome, a great listener; it was hard not to laugh at her claims
before feeding from her neck and disappearing from her sights ever again. The man was intelligent, he had to be in order to keep up the large,
monopolizing business that he had as a cover up as to what he really was. Not only that, but he had to have some amount of brainpower in order to keep
a whole coast working functionally and keeping everything out of the eyesight of the humans. He was handsome, but most vampires were, it was in their
nature to allure others into their web before draining them and devouring their souls like a black widow.
The male vampire had short black hair, slightly shaggy which if some were paying enough attention, must’ve shown he had been turned during a state of
poverty or when he was in a very low middle class. His eyes an intense apple green, crisp and ripe as if the morning dew was still rolling of the
green skin, the only part of him that seemed to have any color, the rest of him seeming to fall into a monochromatic pattern. His skin pale, even when
he was fed, and his limbs long and feline like, contrasting the usual bulky figures of the bodyguards that were around him. Suit the color of a
midnight sky with no stars, with a white silk shirt and a black tie that was always loose, but not too loose. All in all, he must’ve been a decent
looking man in his human years and it must’ve transferred over to now.
He scowled, thinking of his human years, shaking his head and stopping the writing he had been doing. He hated to think of that time, loathed to think
of it. Vincent took special care to make sure no one could possibly know of his past; it wasn’t unspeakably horrible, he just simply didn’t want it to
be known at all. Sighing softly, he leaned back in his chair and placed an arm over his eyes, So much to do tonight, so little time. He had no time
for the rumors of an older vampire, after all, what were the odds?
ooc; I would prefer the older vampire, but you can be anyone; new bodyguard, assistant human, common vampire, werewolf even, whatever. I plan for it
to be bloody later.
Seul, je regarde mourir le monde
En petites miettes sur le seuil
Je saignerai sur ma feuille
Je regarde mourir
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What was he doing? Many could ask him that question, sure. Would he answer? ...He'd laugh. Would that count?
Over the years this mysterious figure had learned various 'tricks of the trade', so to speak, before he'd vanished for a few years. Just a couple
hundred; not much, honestly. He couldn't tell for certain; he didn't care enough to find out how long it had been.
As far as introductions went, this was terrible. He couldn't say he was a very social person. He didn't care about that. He wanted one thing in this
world, overriding all other desires. He didn't care about life, about death, about the world... even about his basic needs. It was funny, he'd been
neglecting all of those for years, centuries... was it millenia, really? When had he gone into the wild, into the freezing and humid areas where the
last thing he'd see was human-shaped. During this time, he'd had time to meditate, he'd had time to think, and he'd come to a conclusion. Had decided
what he wanted. He'd emerged then, searched the world: People, beasts, immortals... none offered answers. So he retreated. He did this twice before he
heard a tale. It was Brasil, he'd emerged from the depths of the forest, dressed in clothing stolen from a brave explorer that would never be found.
One among many. His keen eyes had searched for what he knew he'd find. Twice before he'd been disappointed, but not now. Now, these people knew
something. He was eager, and as such, had left soon. Perhaps too early. To Europe, the place of 'civilization'. The Roman World. How long since he'd
visited? Centuries, yes, but how many? Did he care? Not really.
There, he'd heard more. He'd learned. Hierarchy? Society? Since when did vampires have such structure? Vampires, independant killers.
Leopards, not wolves. They'd transitioned. Why? As he listened, he'd learned. He finally had to resort to inquiry. He took prisoners. Three, to be
precise. These days, he had no moral dilemmas killing these...creatures. They were all creatures. Human, beast, immortal... it made no difference to
him. He'd asked.
"Are you him? The Ancient?" He'd laughed. "Is that what they're calling me these days? Ancient?" He'd leaned into the boy's face. "Look at my face. I
do not crumble, I do not weather; I am not ruin. ...I am not ancient, see." He'd grinned then. He must have scared the poor child. It was shivering
too much to speak.
"Yes. Old One." The girl. He stood up, and turned to her, smiling. "Will you tell me?" She nodded. He'd learned from her about the structure of
their...society and hierarchy. Then, the young girl had grown sleepy and collapsed into sleep. The third one, then, informed him of the leaders. One
per country, more than one when needed. The United States... he'd had to learn where that was... had three leaders. He learned their names,
personalities, ancestry...everything. He couldn't stop learning. He killed the boy then. He was hungry.
The first boy, he'd taken with him. The girl he released. He didn't know if she would spread rumors about him or not. Probably. The boy had led him to
various leaders' domains. He looked among them for the one he knew existed. Where was it? That immortal. He was growing impatient!
Then, they went to this 'America'. That was not the name he remembered. He was surprised to see Europeans there. So it wasn't just the coasts of the
jungle continent... They'd invaded the plains and forests and deserts north. He would have been furious a few centuries ago. Now he didn't care.
This one. This was the one. His boy helped him a little, but that night, after he'd disposed of the guards, he killed the boy. His job was done.
Introductions. Right. Now would be the time to introduce him, wouldn't it? Hadrianus. He was an immortal. Over the years, after he retreated into the
wilds, feeding only upon animals, the hardest to catch, the most powerful, he'd changed. His eyes were more animal now than human; his face bore
little resemblance to its once gentle features. He was weathered, but not destroyed. It had made him stronger, hardened him. He was swifter, stronger,
more dangerous, ruthless...animal-like than he'd ever been. Than he ever could have been had he continued to mingle among humans.
"You made me wait. You were elusive...my prey." His origins were questionable. He didn't remember the one who made him, or where. He remembered
places, but in no definite order. He knew he'd visited the jungle continent more than once, but the times all blurred into one in his memory. This was
a new memory, a new location, and a new mission. Hadrian watched through the window before gently tapping on it. It opened as if it had no lock, were
not attached to the frame except by a hinge much like a door. Effortless, the way this world now bent to his will.
He climbed into the room silently, leaving the window open. He loved the feeling of wind in his hair.
"What are you doing...?" He drawled, his voice not above a murmur, a small smile fighting against his cheek muscles as his pupils dilated. This was
the man. This was he, of whom he'd heard as soon as he emerged from the jungle, without knowing anything about him. "I hope you've not had to wait too
long." He had learned the language; it was easy for him now, to learn languages quickly, to be able to communicate. It took a few months, but such
time meant nothing to one who counted centuries as if they were years. Months were a short time indeed.
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It wasn't long before the feeling of dread overcame his senses, causing that winter wind in the middle of summer to slowly trickle down his spine.
That feeling in which he didn't very well want to be alone, even though he knew very well despite the numbers, he could still be killed without a
second thought. His arm slowly dropped from his eyes, quickly hearing the sound of the window opening. It was so quiet, mortals wouldn't have heard
it, he might not even have heard it if he wasn't so paranoid these days. Vincent moved quickly, from the time to the window opening and the voice, he
had already moved out of his chair and across the room, to the other corner far from his desk, just in time to snap his head back around and see what
he already knew could be death at his door.
The vampires eyes shot a look of suspicion to him, trying to calm down his nerves; how'd he get so close without being felt instantly? Was he able to
hide his own strength and play off like a normal vampire? He couldn't guess and it was making him frustrated not knowing who he was dealing with, how
powerful they were, or even what they were talking about. In these types of spots, he had learned it best to simply keep his guard up, not revel
anything about him, and keep his cool while calmly finding out everything he could know that would matter.
Prince Vincent straightened himself up, out of the slightly hunched position that had suggested he was ready to fight or take flight, even though he
was fairly certain in both cases, he'd fail. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about..." He whispered, letting the words slowly hiss from
his mouth and his eyes narrow, still trying to gather information as quickly as he could, but a lot of it was blocked or unessential to him. The
different appearance suggested he wasn't from around here, but he could've answered that due to his thorough knowledge of his citizens and everyone
else residing in America. The lack of any gentle structure in him seemed to suggest he wasn't used to civilization, which then could only make him
either from the tribes that still hid in the jungles or from somewhere long ago where civilization was just beginning to build up. How much knowledge
to he have of the vampire society that was still holding together, even if the threads were loose?
"You could've used the door, it wasn't locked." He made a small gesture to it, making sure to keep the distance between them, just to give himself
that slight advantage, or disadvantage from whatever point one was standing at. "Most people tend to prefer that way..." How boring, making small
talk. It was never becoming.
Seul, je regarde mourir le monde
En petites miettes sur le seuil
Je saignerai sur ma feuille
Je regarde mourir
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Oh, he was fleeing. Hadrianus should be hurt. Of course he wasn't. Centuries would do that to you. Hadrianus merely watched his reaction curiously,
fighting off a chuckle. Certainly not what he expected... but the man wasn't bad. Oh, and he was on his guard. How cute. Hadrianus didn't move,
watching him.
Didn't know what he was talking about? Hadrianus was disappointed. "Tsk, tsk, Vincent. You haven't the slightest about my intentions? ...we should
talk, then. You wouldn't object to a conversation with me, would you?" There were innumerable reasons why he should accept. Hadrianus eyed his figure.
Better than he'd imagined, even better than the shadows and silhouettes he'd seen from a distance. Hadrianus smiled. He wasn't disappointed.
Hadrianus's smile faded at the suggestion, nodding. "Someone would have seen me enter." He wouldn't stand for any of that. Hadrianus wanted to see
Vincent, not his...those who worked for him. "...Really, we should sit down and talk. You can even tell me what you want. I'm not an
unreasonable...person." If he was even a person. Not human, for certain. He loathed using the term 'immortal' on himself... but what was he? Did it
even matter? He'd found what he'd been looking for. His bright silver eyes watched Vincent's hair. He wanted to feel it... it was rough, ragged...
like wolf's fur. But his features... they were more feline, and his body, Vulpene... Hadrianus suppressed the urge to purr at the form before him. And
this, this would be his. It wasn't bad, he thought with a wry smile. Not bad at all.
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The slightest intentions? No, he supposed not if he had no idea what the other was refering to. Who was he? Vincent couldn't place him, figured he
couldn't place him any ways. He had never seen him in his entire life, mortal or immortal life. He would've remembered someone with such distinct
features. And now he wanted to talk, like civilized people, about whatever his intentions were. The male didn't know whether to be momentarily
satisfied that he wasn't going to be killed, at least right away, or dread the upcoming conversation. Only one way to find out.
"Of course, I'll fetch a chair." The office was the most comfortable place for him, he had spent so many times in it, he might've slept in this room
had he been allowed. It would look a little strange to have a coffin in this place and besides, he'd be an easier prey for attacking if he spent every
waking minute in this place. Vincent shifted slowly, like a human might do, from one foot to the other, before seeming to disappear for a second, then
reappear holding another chair. He liked the power of speed, it was fun. Not to mention it made everything easier when he wanted to avoid someone on
the street for one reason or the other. The male moved back towards his desk, ignoring that feeling of dread that grew closer with each step towards
the other. He set the chair down before taking a seat behind his desk, making a gesture to the other for that chair.
The Prince kept his eyes on the desk, waiting until the other took a seat before raising his eyes to see him. He wanted to ask him who he was, but he
was fairly certain in figuring out what his intentions were, he'd figure out just who he was. Or at least partially. He disliked him, well people that
was the wrong word, he didn't trust him and whatever his intentions were. People who used such odd methods of coming in were bound to be no good,
especially when he said 'someone would've seen me enter'. That only 'somone' would've been the poor, old lady sitting at the front desk. Did he not
want any witnesses or did he just feel like not killing any humans right now? God, what did he want? His head was hurting from trying to come up with
conclusions that who knows what could be. Hell, this guy could be the nicest guy ever and he just didn't know it.
"...who are you? You know me, but I don't know you. And...what are your intentions?"
Seul, je regarde mourir le monde
En petites miettes sur le seuil
Je saignerai sur ma feuille
Je regarde mourir
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Hadrianus waited patiently for the vampire lord to return. He would have followed, but he doubted his quarry would have fled. When Vincent returned,
he knew he'd been right. Hadrianus smiled to himself as he took a seat. His eyes never left Vincent as long as the vampire was in sight. Why would he
ever want to, after all? Vincent was gorgeous. Hadrianus liked looking at him.
Hadrianus smiled, chuckling as he shook his head. "No. No, no. That is not the way we are going to do things." He raised his gaze to Vincent again.
"Tell me what you want in payment. I will do whatever I want, rest assured. You speak. What do you want from me?" Hadrianus knew now excactly what he
wanted from Vincent, how he wanted to get it... everything. What remained to be seen was what Vincent would ask in return. To hold that slender form
in his arms, to breathe that hair, and feel smooth, cold skin against his own... that's all Hadrianus wanted, really. Vincent could ask anything in
return, because there was no doubt about if Hadrianus would get what he wanted. The only person who might be disappointed would be Vincent. But
Hadrianus was being civilized and letting him name out demands. It would be in everyone's best interest if he just told Hadrianus outright. "As for
who I am, that is a story too long for this moment. Perhaps after we determine what you want from me in exchange for my taking of you whatever I
desire."
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Vincent listened to him, feeling even more dread at the words he spoke. Hadrianus was going to get whatever he wanted, and he was just being a good
sport by letting the Prince pick a compensation prize. There was no way out. Even if he asked him to leave him and never return, after settling with
himself to be abused once, he was sure he'd be laughed at. That sort of laughter an adult gives to a child that knows nothing, that sort of 'oh you're
so silly' type of laughter. What could he ask for in return for being used? How was he going to be used any ways? His head was hurting, he had to
reach up and rub his forehead in frustration to help settle the headache that was throbbing against his brain and skull.
"In return for whatever you want," There was no way around, he was already trying to accept that fact and brace himself forwhatever was coming at him.
"I want you to answer any question I ask you with the truth." It was the best he could think of with the little knowledge he had of what was going on
and without asking him to leave. Would he be laughed at for what he wanted? If the other was going to be around for awhile, it could be valuable
information, his knowledge. Knowledge for whatever he wanted. It was hard dealing with this situation, not knowing what he was giving up. If he knew,
he could gamble the stakes more, he could figure out what he could do to get the most out of this. Damn, what did he want? What could he give him?
Vincent didn't have anything, the only thing he had was the title of Prince and that was about it, except his undead life. Home? Pft, as if, it meant
nothing. people? No one truly wanted to get close enough to him that didn't wish to slit his throat first. Possessions? He had clothes, but that
didn't mean too much to him either. What did he want?
Seul, je regarde mourir le monde
En petites miettes sur le seuil
Je saignerai sur ma feuille
Je regarde mourir
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Hadrianus nodded. "Agreed." He said. "That's an easy enough request. I promise to answer you truthfully if you ever ask me a question. Is that all?"
He was growing impatient. He'd waited so long; what he wanted was in front of him, he could smell it, he could feel its breath on his cheek, like a
panther in the jungle, an elk in the forest. So close, so close...
He rose, taking slow, measured steps toward the vampire. "My name is Hadrianus. I will tell only you, in the confidence that you will tell no one my
name, or location. Needless to say, if you betray my confidence, the consequences will be severe." Hadrianus let that hang in the air for a moment
before continuing. "I will rip this life away from you, Vincent. Do you understand?" Hadrianus could feel his heartbeat increasing in pace steadily.
No longer was it a human rhythm, as it was among so many young immortals, but a deep thrum, more of a song than a beat. However, this thrum increased
in speed as he drew nearer, his anticipation mounting.
"I do not want to extract you from this life, Vincent... I want you to be relatively content, but I'll do what I must to preserve myself." Hadrianus
offered his hand. "Rise, please." He requested with a smile, eyes of blue silver tracing over his face in something between affection and longing. "We
can continue this later, hm? Unless you have a question for me now," He purred. He was already so buzzed in anticipation; he hoped if Vincent had any
questions that they would be short. It was taking great restraint to keep the formalities as it was. Hadrianus didn't think he could endure a long
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At least the request was agreed upon and they had their compromise. He almost smirked at the question if that was all he wanted. What else could he
ask for, how far could he go without over stepping his boundaries? he wanted to know so much from him, what his intentions were, but he didn't want to
ask now. He wanted time to simmer and think about all that had happened and prepare for the next day. He just needed time and his own space, but he
couldn't just yell at him out right to leave him alone. Not after how he was making this so hospitable and letting him pick his compensation prize for
whatever the other male wanted.
Vincent listened to Hadrianus' threat, as well as picking up his name which was far from normal in his book. He was tired of being afraid and almost
wanted to say 'I'm not afraid of you', but decided against it. If he wanted to make him terrified and scared out of his wits, he would. He believed he
could. "Perfectly..." he murmured, still swimming in his thoughts and trying to keep himself from drowning in them. He best get out of his head and
continue to focus on the conversation at hand. If he could just keep responding, just keeping going until Hadrianus left, then he could get by. His
eyes shifted and looked upwards, towards the man that was moving closer to him, he hadn't noticed. That was how immersed in his thoughts he was, he
couldn't even concentrate long enough to focus on the footsteps.
When he was told to rise, he did so without that much thinking. It was almost like this came natural, like he decided that the rest of tonight, he
wouldn't resist, he wouldn't try to go into fight or flight mode. He didn't take the hand, and merely waved it off with a polite shake of his head and
maybe made a gesture with his own hand. He didn't want to touch him, he didn't even want to get as close as they were now. "No, I have no questions
for you at this point in time." He paused, gathering his thoughts in order and quickly sorting them before focusing solely on this man in front of
him. "Tomorrow night is another night, then I will have questions. Do you need anything tonight?" He might as well offer him something to keep up this
charade.
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Hadrianus smiled to himself as Vincent refused the hand. That was fine. He kept his eyes on the immortal, hanging off every word, its meaning and
tone... waiting for any indication that he could move now.
Hadrianus truly smiled at the question. So Vincent had nothing further he wanted...but Hadrianus did. His arms shot out to wrap gently and firmly
around Vincent's shoulders, watching him. "You may be able to wait, but all this time in the wilds has left me eager, you see." How good it felt to
hold someone again. He knew this time he couldn't inflict that exquisite pain he always loved to give lavishly, but Hadrianus knew he wanted
something tonight, and Vincent would give it to him, if everything worked out as he expected and wanted it to.
Hadrianus smirked, catching Vincent's lips before the man could have a chance to speak. Words wouldn't help this... but if holding someone felt good,
the feeling of lips against his own was euphoric. He could make it through this night on kisses alone, though his body demanded more. Hadrianus didn't
think his mind could take much more than this. This was so overwhelming, so right. Hadrianus broke the kiss to cast as close to a genuine, broad smile
as he could at Vincent. "I'm going to make you mine, Vincent," he purred. "Do what you want each day, but know on every one of those days you
will be mine." Vincent couldn't run; Hadrianus could find him on scent alone, and he wasn't so much slower than the vampire; if anything, he
was faster. He wouldn't let Vincent run away, not from him, not now. Hadrianus had been waiting CENTURIES for this.
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Of course, leave it to the other male to make him terrified beyond a doubt. When that hand shot out towards him, it was as if death had reached out
and decided to hold him. Hadrianus was cold, terribly cold, worse than what most vampires were. Or perhaps he hadn't even noticed how cold they were
because they only shook his hand and on occasion his cheek, if they were a high female in power. Yet this, that arm was freezing, the coldness soaking
through his clothes and making him want to shudder. Or maybe it was only cold to him because he was terrified and he wanted to protest.
Prince Vincent had parted his mouth slightly, in order to protest this, before he felt his lips being captured by the other set. Oh God, his heart
stopped and even though it couldn't kill him, he could feel it's seering pain from doing so. It was so cold, he actually did shudder this time from
it. His hands clutched at themselves, refusing to reach up and push him awayu, this time. Nails bit into the soft flesh of his palm and he could feel
the blood already slipping between the cracks of his fingers and dripping onto the light colored carpet. He'd have to come and clean it later, but who
could think of cleaning right now when he was locked at the lips with someone who he hardly knew but clearly knew a lot about him? How much did he
know? How much could he know about him when everything or anyone that could tell Hadrianus about him was dead or burnt away? That was going to be a
question, a question for tomorrow, he didn't want anything more to do with him.
With his lips replaced, the Prince let out a soft gasp, shuddeirng once more. He couldn't feel his lips, were they still there at all? He was already
gone, but not too far gone to hear what was going to happen to him. Every day. And every day for however long he continued to live. Was suicide an
option? No, the people of the East Coast needed him and he couldn't leave them because of his problem. That was being selfish, could he step down and
then commit suicide? No, stop thinking about suicide. It wasn't that bad, it couldn't be that bad, he'd have to see tomorrow and see how bad it was
tomorrow. Carefully composing himself, he straightened himself out and slipped from the other's grasp, moved to sit down at his desk. "Tomorrow
then..." he murmured, hoping he didn't want anything else more than that.
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Hadrianus had fed just last night, but he was used to scarcity of food. It was for this reason that he did not see it fit to eat every day, or even
every other day. He would, if it was convenient, but if it was any trouble, he didn't have to. After a week, he still had to feed, however. Hadrianus
still had to follow the same rules as when he was young. Now, his body demanded less blood, however.
Hadrianus could feel the shudder. Was it from dread or delight? He smelled blood. Had Vincent just hurt himself? It smelled lovely. Were he younger,
he'd have moaned in approval of the scent. Over the years, he'd learned to contain himself, if nothing else. That and patience, and one hundred other
virtues denied mortals and young immortals. The scent was intoxicating. After Vincent left, he'd lick the carpet clean before retreating to a shadowy
corner of the room, staying, waiting for the Prince to return.
When they parted, Hadrianus stepped back, allowing him to sit. Then, he slowly lowered himself to a knee. "Do I bother you?" He asked bluntly, his
voice low and gravelly. "...How may I put you at ease in my presence? I realise the difference in age of our bodies... will always be noticeable, but
I will do whatever I may to ease the situation." He wanted Vincent to not be on edge in his presence. If he needed to feed more and more often, he
could do so. If he needed to change his manner of speaking, to change back what had changed during his years in the wild, his posture, his fierce,
staring eyes, the way the corners of his mouth always hung open, or his hands always remained half-clenched... he would. It was that simple. He would
sacrifice anything for Vincent, his Fairest Of All Seasons... Any one thing at all, anything that would make a difference. There were things he would
never sacrifice, of course: Memories, emotions, personality... but if he lost any of these, he'd lose Vincent, or lose these feelings, that he'd
waited centuries to feel again. He'd do anything to not have to give that up.
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Vincent was quite happy when he didn't grab him and pull him back for another kiss; he didn't know if he could take another one tonight. There was too
much shock in him, maybe if he was mortal he'd be having some hysteria, but even then it was a low maybe. He had been relatively calm as a human,
something that luckily transferred over to his vampiryc side. Sometimes people lost traits or gained traits that they didn't know that they had, it
was a weird process, he didn't completely understand it. Then again, he wasn't one of the people dedicated to figuring out how their race worked, for
better or for worse. In that sense, they were no better than the humans who experimented on each other; they were just like that.
His eyes quickly shifted to the other being when he lowered himself, almost wanting to make a sound of low protest, maybe a soft growl or hiss, but he
managed to swallow it. Though, what he couldn't swallow was that...concern. yes, let's call it concern that he saw. He couldn't help but smirk, the
corners of his mouth rising a little bit before disappearing. The differance in age of their bodies? Yes, that'd always be noticeable, even though to
humans though they might look close in age; he couldn't even begin to fathom how old he was. "Yes, you bother me and no, there's nothing you can do to
ease anything." He didn't want to exactly lie to him because Hadrianus could tell that by his own body language he was annoyed, that he was frustrated
and didn't want to be around him right now. Without thinking he reaching up to brush some hair away, smearing the blood across his forehead and some
of his hair, but no one could see the blood in his hair. He blinked, moving his hand to his eyes and seeing it, having completely forgotten about it.
Great, so now there was blood on his head.
"Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom," Prince said, pushing his chair back a little bit and standing to go to the bathroom to wash up. Lucky him
that he still paid for the water and everything here for his human clients, otherwise he might have had to go elsewhere and what was more odd than
walking around with blood on himself and no cuts? "You can stay in here if you desire..." What else was he supposed to offer him? Moving away and
around him, the male headed towards the bathroom.
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Hadrianus caught the smirk. He had to restrain himself before he leaped at the other vampire's neck. That was a predatory smirk; he was used to
killing anything that looked at him that way. But he managed to contain himself to just watch Vincent and what he was doing. However, his hands
clenched at his knees. Watch him. Watch him. He had to repeat this to himself to keep from doing anything. It was going against every instinct,
everything he was used to, and then Vincent was saying how there was nothing Hadrianus could do about it. Contain oneself. Self-control.
It became harder when Vincent had blood smeared across his forehead. He was just asking to be attacked, now. It was a good thing he'd gone to the
bathroom, or Hadrianus might hav actually attacked. That would definitely not help his case any.
Hadrianus watched him leave. He didn't need Vincent's permission to stay; he was planning on it. However, as soon as he left the room, Hadrianus's
face was on the floor, draining each droplet of blood from the carpet. It took a while to lick the carpet clean, but it was worth it for the beautiful
taste of Vincent's blood. Hadrianus approached the task quite single-mindedly, focused solely on taking up the blood, licking and sucking it off the
carpet until the carpet was spotless. It was 23 minutes before he arose, content that no further blood was in the carpet.
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Vincent has shuffled down the hallway, towards the bathroom in this large coorpertation of a building. He went into the men's room, looking behind
himself as he watched the door shut, satisfied in knowing that no one would probably come and disturb him. The humans had all checked in for the
night, the old lady downstairs would use the girls room if he wanted and she'd use the one downstairs, and vampires had no need for this little place.
It wasn't little actually, it was quite big, he was happy to have now spent a little extra for it. Hadrianus wouldn't come to look for him in here,
right? He'd get a little moment's peace to fully think upon everything.
Stepping up to the sink, he turned it on, smearing the blood on the handle but not carrying too much. The blood washed off of his hands quick enough
and he wiped the handle clean. There, at least that was clean now. Slipping off his jacket, he tossed it to another sink, one that had been dried and
cleaned, so he didn't worry of his jacket getting wet. The white sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and he cupped the water in his hands, washing
the blood off of his face and his hair, making sure to take quick checks here and there to make sure the blood wasn't on it. Afterwards, he turned the
handle off and went over to dry his hair with paper towels, cursing softly at the length it took to dry his hair with these damn things. Maybe he
should install towels in here, like one would have at their own home bathroom. Yet the poor ladies who cleaned his whole building were already
overworked, he didn't want to add to their burden.
Grabbing his jacket, the Prince headed back towards his office, wondering what meaingless thing Hadrianus had managed to amuse himself with. He didn't
have to wonder long, he managed to come and stand in the doorwat just in time to watch the other finish up the last drops of his blood off the carpet
he had been going to get cleaned this morning. Horrified, disgusted? Just a couple of words to describe his feelings as he watched him, face drained
of any eotion, forcing it back in case he dared to look up at him. Terrified, yes, he was dreadfully terrified now. What if he wanted his blood, every
last drop of it? God, it'd be like those vampires that found themselves a human toy and continiously fed on them until they were nothing but a ghost.
Except, he couldn't become a ghost, he could die from lack of blood, he didn't think he could any ways.
Vincent tossed his jacket near the corner of the room, rolling down his sleeves and moving over to his desk, over to his chair, and over to his
demise. "...is there anymore you wish to discuss tonight...?" The male didn't want to exactly look at him, afraid he might yell something about the
blood.
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Want his blood? Of course he wanted Vincent's blood. He wanted to share his blood with Vincent, too. After all, they... No, he mustn't think of that.
Not now. He was in the room. He could dwell on that subject when he was alone, reflect, and compare, to see what he could possibly do.
Hadrianus didn't get up until he was finished, slinking animal-like away from the desk before sitting on his haunches. Oh, Vincent was nervous. More
nervous, now, since he'd been nervous this entire time.
Hadrianus shook his head at the question. "Not unless you should like..." His voice was accented. Hadrianus had been trying to hide it, but he was
slightly light-headed from the blood, and feeling more comfortable than he had the right to feel, so it slipped out, a thick accent, with strong hints
of animal cries, but mostly, an alien dialect, an accent lost to time. Were he in Europe, it might have been harder to disguise his accent, but he was
grateful to be away from that place. A new beginning, as it were. He watched Vincent, as if waiting, though even he knew not for what. Perhaps waiting
for him to say something. He'd said so little; Hadrianus couldn't know what type of person he was. "My offer still stands," he reminded the immortal
Prince. "If there is anything I may do to...ease your anxieties, you have but to tell me..." He was quickly growing bored, anyway. There weren't
enough sounds here to keep him occupied doing nothing, as there were in the wilds. Hadrianus needed something to occupy himself.
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Vincent caught the subtle accent, not knowing where it was from of course. he couldn't have known if it was part of an older dialect, he was only
about one hundred and some odd years old. He couldn't have known of something for foreign and so old, he might not have even placed it now if it was a
now accent. Old and forgotten, he must've been centuries old to have something that decrepit, something that even the historians would stop and be
puzzled by.
The male sat down in his chair, watching the other slink away some from his desk. He almost wondered why before he pushed the thought from his mind.
he didn't care to know, he didn't want to know; Hadrianus was still sitting in his office and still persistant in that he wanted him to feel more
comfortable. The prince almost wanted to explain to him that no matter what he did, he could never feel quite so comfortable with his presance, not
now, not with the fears in his head. Maybe if he just made a suggestion, he'd, that is the other, would feel better, feel like he as having an impact
or at least making him less nervous. "I was wondering," he began, trying to think of a suggestion that would be simple enough to obey and follow
through. "if you wouldn't mind to change your dialouge a bit? How you speak...it makes me feel so young compared to you." That seemed resonable
enough, right? he wasn't asking too much, just a slight change. The other had a regal, or classical, type of speaking manner to himself, if he just
changed it a bit, maybe he wouldn't feel so young, maybe he'd be more comfortable.
Prince Vincent thought for a little moment longer, wondering is there was something else, anything he could do. He had to still be kind, Hadrianus was
his guest, his guest to the East Coast, a special guest whether he wanted him here or not. "Do you have a place to stay for the morning? I can find
you somewhere to stay if you don't." He stood up from his chair, moving over to the window that was still open and looking out of it. What was a good
place to start?
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Vincent's perplexed expression did not go unnoticed, though Hadrianus had no idea where it had come from, so he didn't comment on it. He merely
watched Vincent think. He was kind of cute, when he thought like this. Hadrianus smiled gently. Yes, adorable. He could watch him for hours, thinking
like this.
Hadrianus's expression dropped as soon as Vincent turned to him. "Change my... manner of speaking?" What an unusual request. "I... don't know this
language best... How should I talk? ...What should I say?" Hadrianus was terribly confused. Vincent felt young because of the way Hadrianus was
speaking? Was he speaking down to him, like a child? Was his tone inappropriate? "...I'm sorry. But if you could teach me how to speak to you
appropriately..."
Hadrianus smiled grimly. "No." He answered, shaking his head. "I thought remaining in this room, underneath a chair would be fine. You see, I hadn't
made any plans to stay here yet. Or anywhere, for that matter. I haven't really had a place to stay anywhere I've gone." The boy had found places to
hide, away from the sun. And when he couldn't, Hadrianus set up a roof in a dark alleyway between two buildings, so they weren't burned. It wasn't the
best arrangement, but it worked. If he couldn't hide here, he could always find shelter outside. "If there isn't adequate cover in this room, I could
find a place outside away from the sun..."
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The male twisted his body to look at him, letting his body now rest on the window frame, tilting his head slightly on thinking about how he should
help him change his speech. He didn't know how to exactly put it, or how to describe it to him. It had come natural to him, with the changing of the
centuries, he adopted his speech to match those that spoke to him, without using any slang if he could avoid it. That wasn't to say he didn't know
any, he knew as much as he could. After all, slang was part of a language and to fully understand said language, one had to know all the short cuts
for those people that weren't so...high up that dared to set foot in his building. So, he just had to give him examples and hope he could build on
that. "When you say 'I don't know this language best' it should come out more like 'I don't understand this language very well'. There's not much
different...just different word choices and how you put them into the sentance." He reached a hand up, gripping at his hair loosely before brushing
it back, trying to think of another example. " 'You have but to tell me' should be more like... 'you only have to tell me'; simple wording to make you
sound more modern."
That was the best he could do on that.
Prince Vincent wanted to wince slightly at the thought of Hadrianus staying in his office; oh no, no, no, that was not going to happen. He was finding
him a place to stay that wasn't here, whether he liked it or not. "It wouldn't be wise to stay here, the cleaning crew cleans my office in the day,
they would find you and even if you were to kill them, my human reputation would suffer and the human law enforcement would step in. I would be
killed." That was on the extreme side, he didn't know if he was wise enough to think that the younger male could simply put up a sign that said no one
was supposed to enter his office. Maybe he'd just let his crazy, insane notion slip by, just to amuse him. Maybe.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cellphone, quickly casting a gaze over his shoulder to look into the distance of the brightly lit city
before forward. "One moment please..." He murmured softly, to Hadrianus before he soon began to talk to the woman on the phone that sounded like he
had better have a good excuse for calling her this late. "I need a one bedroom room. ...yes, ah, no. That won't be neseccary, my friend works late at
night, he won't want to be disturbed during the day." With a final 'uh huh' and 'goodbye', he clicked the phone off, slipping it back into his pocket
before turning his attention to the older vampire. "You're going to be staying in the same hotel as myself, when I head home, I'll show you your
room." There, kind deed, he should be done for the evening.
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By the end of the description, Hadrianus was still confused. He'd try to talk like Vincent said, but he wasn't sure exactly what to do. It was very
difficult, after being away from society for so long. He barely rmembered his mother tongue, and had to learn English quickly to get by. It was
structured entirely differently, and was all around confusing! Not to mention that he couldn't speak it normally. Such an odd language.
"Hm." Hadrianus said, looking at the floor over crossed arms. What would he do, then? Probably sleep outside. But he wanted to be somewhere he knew
Vincent would be, every day. He supposed he could just come back... "Then I can always--" Before he could finish, he was cut off. Hadrianus silenced
himself bemusedly. What was Vincent doing now? He was talking...to something. Someone could hear him. What a strange world this had become whilst he
was away. Of course, he'd seen it all before, in the various cities, but still didn't quite understand. Hadrianus didn't think he had need to
understand. He wouldn't need to use one of those, in any case. He spoke to mortals as rarely as possible; they always were either hypnotised by his
voice or scared to insanity. It was the same whenever he looked one in the eyes. It was thankfully more difficult with immortals; he hated being so
old that he reduced mortals to a useless mass with a glance or a word; it would only be that much worse if it applied to immortals as well.
Hadrianus blinked. Hotel. He knew this concept well. "You talked to someone, and I can stay in the hotel?" This was... crazy. It didn't make sense.
Hadrianus nodded, however. "I am very grateful... ...I mean... I... I'm... thank you." It was hard to speak like this; Hadrianus had to think about
everything he said. It was so tedious. Hadrianus took his seat from earlier again, after turning it to face the window. "The night always looks so
much different from within a city..." He commented idly. He still wasn't sure which he liked more, though he suspected he'd learn to like this
environment more, if for no other reason than Vincent was here.
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English was a very horrible language indeed, it was the hardest language in the world. Vincent personally figured that he was grateful to have picked
up on English fairly quickly and all but forgotten his German tongue in his years being here. They say a vampire never forgets, he doubted this
theory. He forgot things very easily if they were of little importance to him, or perhaps he remembered, they were simply at the back of his head and
he just couldn't pull them back as easily as he had hoped or wanted. Either way, he had no doubt that Hadrianus would learn soon enough, especially if
he was planning on staying for a very long time. If he did indeed follow the prince around, then he'd pick up on the more modern dialect and shy away
from that formal one that everyone learned. Everyone always learned the formal first and then learned the more relaxed.
The male's eyes held a bemused look at the rather confused other; he didn't understand the concept of a phone obviously, but did he understand the
concept of having everything paid for? Hmm, maybe not. Maybe he'd have to explain to him now that whatever he wanted, he would get him, in a civilized
fashion. Perhaps...yes, yes he should. But wait, why was he suddenly being kind to him? Was it kindess or a forced kindess to him? Was he still scared
and just giving in because he still feared death? No, no...he was being kind, that was for certain. Maybe he was lessening his burden by doing all
these things so he didn't worry. They always say keep your friends close, your enemies closer; maybe that's hat he was doing. Maybe he considered the
other male now an enemy and he wanted him close by to watch him. What he wanted to do was not remember that kiss that was making him want to take
everything all back.
"Yes, we'll pick up your key when we go." It felt odd to act like this, to act like the adult over a child, even though he played this role every
night. It onyl felt different because the child was attaching themselves to him while the others couldn't get to him or didn't attach themselves.
Vincent simply didn't know. On the plus side, he was picking up on simpiler English. "There's too many lights," He commented, looking out the window
once more. "You can't see the stars." One could barely see the moon. Pushing off the frame, he reached into his back pocket, pulling out the leather
wallet and slipping out a card and placing it back with one fluid movement. Striding over, he kept his distance, still having a decent amount of
anxiety, and held out the little plastic, blue card. "Here, this is for you. If you need anything at all that costs money, give this to them. I don't
know if you'll ever use it, but in case you want clothes or...something." He didn't know what Hadrianus could possibly want. "I'll pay for
everything."
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Hadrianus was also bewildered at this generosity. It seemed so against what Vincent had been doing so recently. Could it be that Vincent would become
adjusted to him easier than Hadrianus had anticipated? This would be a pleasant surprise, but he doubted it would be as easy as Vincent was making it
seem. Perhaps somewhere between the two; yes, that was most likely.
Hadrianus nodded, his expression softening as he turned to Vincent. "It's different, having the stars obscured by other light, rather than by leaves.
For the past century, at least, I've been under the trees. This is very different, at night. Sounds of mortals come to my ear, instead of animals.
There is no ebullibulli of water...I do not know how to say it in your language. No insects, no trees... just the roar of their aut--....cars... and
noises. Lots of noises."
Hadrianus turned to the other vampire. He smiled, holding his wrist for a moment before maneuvering his hand to extract the card before holding onto
it and taking a step closer. He paused, however, before he could kiss Vincent, turning his head to murmur in his ear, "Does this make you
uncomfortable?" His voice was full of unexpressed emotion, but he settled for just kissing the man's cheek before pulling away to look at his eyes.
Was Vincent honestly that scared?
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Vincent actually didn't mind listen to the other drabble on about the wilderness, it was a pleasant change. It made him think of when he was little
and visitng his grandparents who lived out in the country farming while he lived in the city. It was always a nice change to go from the smog filled
city to laying beneath the stars and counting, while drinking beer. He didn't remember the taste of beer, except that it burned when he drank too much
or when he first started drinking it. No one would care if a kid on a farm was drinking, it was just a fact of life of that time frame.
Needless to say though, that bit of serenity that had fallen over him was yanked away with his wrist being gripped. His breath hitched, figuring that
the older vampire was simply getting his kick for touch and affection and that maybe he could stand this touch just long enough for him to grab that
card. He had little to no time to react to the whispers in his ear that sent shudders down his spine, mostly from fear and that ever so slight need
for contact and emotion that he always denied himself. When Hadrianus pulled away, it as a natural instinct, for him at least, to have moved a greater
distance away, nearly touching the other wall of the room with his back as his eyes remained fixed upon the other form as he had been this evening;
calculating, terrified, and trying to make rational decisions. This was what he got for being kind and swallowing his own fear long enough to make it
seem as if he were actually becoming truly fond of him.
"Yes, it does." Prince Vincent had to stop his voice from hissing through his teeth with a slight snarl; that's what he did when something wasn't to
his liking. "If you want to ease my anxieties, you will refrain from doing that." there, there was another command on how to make him more
comfortable. He doubted it would be followed, but at least he asked. Sort of.
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Hadrianus didn't mind talking. It was a pleasant escape; it reminded him of when he still kept company with other people. Ever since retreating into
the wilds, he hadn't had the chance to talk to people for so long; it felt nice, being with someone else, talking. Just talking; such a simple action
was so soothing. They should talk more; it seemed Vincent wasn't freaking out, either. This would be good. Vincent would get used to his company as
they talked. About anything, really; it didn't matter to him. He missed this. It was hard to admit, but it was true.
Vincent's reaction did seem a bit severe. Hadrianus just watched him curiously. "What...?" He murmured. "Don't touch you?" Suddenly, his peaceful
expression broke into one of sadness. "V-Vincent... understand..." He paused, then nodded with a small smile. "No more tonight, you have my word. I
cannot guarantee you any more." At least he was honest. Hadrianus didn't know if he could resist. He didn't want to resist, but he would, for at least
a while. That much was certain. "You don't have to retreat to the other side of the room..." he teased. "Before, it was just an expression of
gratitude. I'm sorry that it disturbed you so."
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Maybe it was severe, it was severe, there was no maybe in that. Vincent was, as they would say, being a drama queen by not manning up to letting
Hadrianus just show some affection. The man had been in the woods for God knows how long, he was probably starved of human contact and these simply
guestures shouldn't be terrifying him so badly. But they were. He couldn't help it, not only was a man being affectionate with him, something he
usually had no problems with because he was in control and he never let it get too serious, but nevertheless, something he would never dream of, but
because this man was an older vampire. He kept saying he wouldn't hurt him, no, wait, he wouldn't be killed, actually there was nothing in the
unspoken contract about not getting hurt, but there was always that survival mode first. Vampires were lower than humans in some respect, there were
more atuned with their animal nature, and he must've been still resisting to break his bonds with being a lone killer.
And just as he didn't trust in the little agreement that he wouldn't be killed, the younger male didn't trust the vow that he wouldn't be touched
anymore tonight.
The Prince was still watching him carefully, keeping his distance and sliding towards his desk, not sitting but bending slighly to gather some papers.
He didn't want to be here anymore, they still had a few hours before the sunrise, but he needed to be alone to think, to plan out some questions he
wanted to ask Hadrianus, and to do his work among other things. he needed to get ahead of himself now, he didn't figure that if the older male wanted
to get touching him and driving him up the wall that he'd get a lot done in this office anymore. "I believe I'm safe over here." He shot him a
cationious look before grabbing the black bookbag on the ground and carefully placing the papers in before swinging it onto his back. With one step,
he seemed to have made it to the other side of the room, still away from the other, but on that side nonetheless to which he grabbed his coat.
"Come, we're going home."
Seul, je regarde mourir le monde
En petites miettes sur le seuil
Je saignerai sur ma feuille
Je regarde mourir
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