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Name: Nicholi

Age: 20

Location: graveyard

Appearance: ice blue eyes that can change depending on his mood. Long black hair. (Dark haired man in the picture)

Race: newly turned vampire.

History: his maker left him to die, only because he is afraid of the boys dark gift. Calling it the death of the vampyre race.

 

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Forbidden Darkness

 

Nicholi's life had been rough before he had been turned into this creature of the night. But after he was turned he found himself living in a nightmare. Being tortured every waking moment by his Sire. His Sire's voice echoing in his mind, reminders of what happened and what was to happen in his life. -They will kill you, they will hunt you down like the worthless creature you are and drain you dead.- He was slowly beginning to believe the words of that bastered. Being thrown out on his own to more than likely die.

 

How could a Sire treat their youngling in such a harsh way if they hadnt wanted one in the first place. Maybe it had something to do with his dark gift. The possession of fire was rare in deed and very hard to control. Was it because he had harmed his Sire with his gift of fire? Maybe the man feared the boy now. But he doubted he would ever know the true answer to that question.

 

It had been three nights since he had been turned, his gaze lifting to the night sky. He was unknowingly on another Vampires territory. He had wandered all over this cemetery, knew ever rock and crevase. But he found himself in the willow tree in the middle. The only thing giving his hiding place away... A blood red tear that sparkled in the moonlight.

 

Alone... what did he do to deserve this?

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Name: Magnus

Appearance: icy blue eyes and long flowing red hair.

Occupation: vampire

Age: 80 but appears 24

Personality: He is kind but rarely shows It unless he likes you. He rarely pities people and appears cold, mean, and rude but he has a soft side to him. It just takes a while to see it. He is very protective of Nicholi and treats him like his own.

Past: Was a normal collage student until he was turned. He was a servant for around 20 years serving his maker until he was killed.

 

 

Magnus sensed the presence of a vampire. He sighed as he walked on his land. To think someone dared to trespass on his property with out being announced. He was angry. He glanced up at the dark sky seeing the full moon and twinkling stars, it was a beautiful night.... but he did not expect to see a boy standing at willow tree in the middle of his graveyard. His blue pail eyes glowed a blood thirsty red. One much more menacing then his long bright red hair-which was tied in a pony tail. He looked the boy up and down. He looked like a newbie... fresh meat just turned and by the looks of it...and he appeared miserable.

"Where is your Sire, you dare trespass on my territory"

He said darkly. He clearly had no time for bull shit. He wore all black looking mysterious. His fangs slightly peaking out from behind his luscious red lips.

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Nicholi stilled to the voice that had cut through the night air like a knife through butter. His fearfilled gaze lifted only to back himself deeper into the shadows of the tree in hopes that he couldn't be seen. However... being such a newly turned youngling and having hardly any training of the sort, his footing was off and caused him to come crashing through the branches of the tree.

 

Falling onto the hard ground with a loud groan and a soft whimper after he managed to catch his breath after it had been knocked out of him. His icy gaze still for a long moment during the shock of what had happened before they flickered. Instantly he threw his arms up to protect his face with a loud whimper leaving his lips. "P-Please... He left me to fend for myself... I-I did not know this was your territory." He cried out.

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Magnus stared as the boy fell. Any other day He might of actually laughed out loud. He smiled his red eyes disappearing and became a stunning pale blue.

P-Please... He left me to fend for myself... I-I did not know this was your territory."[/Quote]

"Your Sire left you?"

He now looked more friendly as he keeled down removing the boys hands from his face. He had a slight British accent as spoke to the boy.

"Your a youngling. "

He took the young vampires chin- forcing him to meet his eyes. Perhaps deciding weather to spare him or kill him. He soon let the boy go standing. Coming to a conclusion- he'd help him.

"If your Sire really left you I expect you have no where to go."

He looked away, starting to walk.

"Come with me"

It wasn't a request it was a demand. He was quiet curious to Why the boys Sire left him. It was quiet rare for such a thing to happen now a day's. Not to mention the boy was dashing...handsome.

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Nicholi whimpered loudly as his hands were taken from his face, his gaze held fear as he dared to look up at the man that as towering over him. Hearing him, he trembled at the thought that this man could kill him within a seconds notice if he wanted to. Let alone the words that his Sire was whispering into his mind. -Weakling... No one will want you after they find out about your terrible gift.- The dark cold voice entered his mind once again that only caused him to shut his eyes and whimper again.

 

Yet, it was when his chin was lifted so that he was forced to look up at the man, that he was unable to fight his trembling body. Being let go and the words reaching his ears as the man spoke. Only to lower his gaze at what he had said. This man didnt know just what he had stumbled upon, and this very fledgling didnt understand his own gifts well enough to know just how dangerous he could be.

 

A small yelp left him as he heard the demand from the man. Fear once again etched its way across his face as he forced himself up off the ground. Lowering his gaze as he followed after the man, not really sure on what this man had planned. "P-please Sir.." He said softly. "Honest I did not know this was territory, Please... I just i've just been trying to hide away from him. He whispers things into my mind, but he wishes me dead." he whimpered softly.

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Magnus quickly saw how timid and shy the boy was, he was rather surprised a weakling such as himself even served the change. He wondered why a vampire would turn a faint hearted human into one of them, but a Sire should never abandon there creation. That's what Magnus believed. He stopped glancing back at the boy unamused.

P-please Sir.." ...... "Honest I did not know this was territory, Please... I just i've just been trying to hide away from him. He whispers things into my mind, but he wishes me dead."[/Quote]

"Whispers things into your mind... hm."

He looked away and continued, excepting the boy to follow. Not surprised. But why would his Maker want him dead? And after the trouble of creating him.

"Forget about it boy... What is your name and how long have you been with out a Sire."

He asked excepting him to answer immediately as they came into the view a dark mansion that appeared haunted. Dead trees protected the dark painted home as they came closer.

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Nicholi stilled as he seen the man glance back at him. Hearing the words before the man turned away once again walking off. He lowered his gaze to the ground as he followed after the man. Biting back whimpers and fear that was rising up in himself that told him he needed to run away from this man.

 

His icy gaze flickered with red around the iris' as he heard the man, he had only been feeding on animals he could catch for the past three nights. Yet, animal's blood didnt suffice them enough strength. It was only a trick to survive if no humans where around to sustain them. He had learned a hard lesson the first night he was turned away from his Sire. The sun burned them, and he had been just barely quick enough to find a dark hiding spot to sleep in during the day.

 

"Nicholi..." He said softly. But he paused for a long moment. "Three nights." He said as he forced his gaze to stay lowered, that was until they reached the mansion. His gaze darted around the place, biting back soft whimpers that wanted to leave his lips.

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"Nicholi..."[/Quote]

Magnus would quickly remember his name. And he was surprised the young one had been serving on his own for three days.

"Living off of Animals no doubt."

He sighed walking up the steps to his home and opening the door. Walking in side in long strides.

"Lock the door behind you Nicholi"

He ordered. He continued walking until he reached the living room. Wooden floor. Black leather couch and chair. Dark red curtains to block out the suns harmful rays. Expensive paintings and carpets. The room painted a dull red. He flipped the light switch on...lighting up the room a little as he tossed himself on the couch.

"Have a seat... "

He said-watching Nicholi closely.

"Tell me what happened... And I suggest you do not lie to me Nicholi... I can not stand being lied too youngling... "

And do not worry... I have no intention on hurting you....but do not give me a reason too

He said in the others mind. Waiting for him to begin his life story.

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Nicholi stilled at the words that were spoken about living off of animals. He nodded after a short moment as he followed after the man. Once inside, he locked the door behind him like he was instructed to do. Turning back to see the man walking off. He paused for a long moment.

 

The followed after him into the living room. He stayed a good distance away from him, he didnt know anything about this man other than the fact that he was something like he was. Sitting down on a chair when he was told to. He kept his gaze on the floor.

 

His icy gaze that still held a light red around the iris' flickered lightly at the words. A breath hitched in his chest at the last part of not lying to the man. Yet, it was the voice inside his head that had him stilling and his eyes widening. How could this man... use a connection to him without taking his blood?

 

He forced himself to try and stay calm, but on the inside he was panicing. "H-he promised me a wonderful life..." He started. "But after he turned me, I put great harm to him with what he called a "dark gift". After that, he pushed me away... told me I was useless and that I would be the destoyer of the race." He whimpered softly. However... that is not the case with this little one. He is actually what the old legend calls, A DragonSlayer. Only a handful held the birthmark that resembled a dragon somewhere on their bodies. But they held powerful gifts that were known to ancients as the greatest gifts of all time. Yes, they could destory their race without a single thought. But it is the human heart within the dragonslayer that keep them from doing so.

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Magnus listened closely and he was quite taken with the boys tail. Once he finished He nodded As if understanding, He said nothing for a long moment before breaking the silence.

"There's a lot you don't know because your a youngling- Its not hard to read you Nicholi. You are practically an open book."

He leaned forward- looking at the boy intensely. "Your wondering why I was able to speak to you in your mind. Its true a Sire and there Youngling are connected but any vampire can read anyone's mind. Blood has nothing to do with it. Now...if your Sire and you were having a conversation right now- would I be able to hear it?...No. but every vampire protects there mind. Think of it as a force field if you will. If I wanted to... I could pour myself in your mind. See your most darkest secretes, memories- even plant nightmares. That is...if I wanted too, But I will not invade your thoughts. "

He said full heartedly.

"The first thing you should of learned- was how to protect your thoughts. And look at me when I'm talking to you."

He was slightly irritated that the boy kept looking down. He needed to learn how to get some self-confidence.

 

He stood and went to a small table in the corner of the room, pouring himself a glass of wine.

"As for your Sire....in old legends... there were

DragonSlayer's. Only a handful of people held the birthmark that resembled a dragon somewhere on their bodies. But they held powerful gifts that were known to ancients as the greatest gifts of all time."

He smirked at the childish thought.

" And they say they could destory their race without a single thought. But it is the human heart within the dragonslayer that keep them from doing so.... a legend my Sire once told me when I was a youngling but... your Sire sounds quite passionate about it hm?"

He returned to the couch sipping his glass.

"I mean... I assume he must of been referring to that childish story. "

He met the boys eyes.

"What are these "dark gifts" you posses? "

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Nicholi bit at his lower lip as he heard the man speaking about how easy it was to read him. As easy as it was, it still annoyed him when people announced that small fact. But it was the next words that had him stilling as he listened. He had not know that, then again... his Sire never really did teach him anything. He had just assumed that none other could push their thoughts into another without a blood bond. His breathing hitched a moment at the thought of having his mind being so open to this man. The thought... was a little frightening to himself.

 

The next words that were spoken had him biting at his lower lip harshly before he lifted his gaze to the man. "S-sorry..." He said softly. before hearing about the legend from so long ago. The more he listened, the more he felt that he could not be the one that the legend spoke of. Yet, it was when he was asked about his "dark gifts" that he backed away with fear racing into his eyes. Clinching his hand to his chest lightly as he shook his head. "Please... I do not want to use them again... I can not control it." He whimpered out.

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He paid no mind to the boys apology as he heard the boy speak.

Please... I do not want to use them again... I can not control it." [/Quote]

"I never asked you to use them did I? "

He put his glass down, eyeing the boy.

"What's your gift.... and as for controlling it well... I'm sure you'll learn."

He shrugged. Speaking in a matter- of-fact tone.

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Nicholi stilled at the words, but how was he to explain what his powers were. When he didnt rightfully know how to explain them. "I... dont know how to explain it." He said softly as he lowered his gaze trying to find some words to explain what had happened. "All I know is he pushed me, the next thing, I was surrounded by fire. But it didnt burn me." He tried his best to explain even if he did a poor job of it.

 

Shaking his head after a long moment. "The fire shot out at him, but that is all I remember. I must of passed out because the next thing I know, I am waking up outside with his words whispering into my head to go away and never return." He said as his gaze flickered for a long moment before lifting back up to the man.

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Magnus stood up, by now the sun was raising.

"I see... Well Nicholi ....the Sun has raison and I have business to take care of, but seeing as you have no place to go- and your Sire abandoned you. Your welcome to stay here as along as you like, and in the mean time I'll teach you the basics for several yes?"

He hated the fact that his Sire abandoned a youngling like him. He wanted to give the boy a chance to live and actually survive.

"Take any room you wish. I do not care and by the way... My name is Magnus"

He smiled at the boy faintly before leaving the living room- disappearing in a flash step. When he reappeared- he had a book in his hand. It was completely black and sliver writing on the cover.

"Here... the legend of the DragonSlayer's. It might help the day go by faster. Tonight I'll take you out for a proper dinner, I'm sure animal blood doesn't satisfy you."

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Nicholi had already started to feel the effect of the sun, as he made him feel heavy and unable to keep himself awake. Being so young, he was unable to bare the weight that the sun's presence of their kind did. Before he was able to say anything, the man had disappeared out of the room.

 

His eyes were slowly closing on their own against his will, yet his half lifted gaze lifted to the man when he returned to hand him a book. However, when he reached for the book the sun's affects overtook him to soon which in turned caused his body to fall limply in the chair with a soft groan.

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He sighed and put the book down on the coffee table. He gently reached out to the now sleeping

Nicholi - which he picked up in his arms. The youngling was light and weighed nothing to him. He carried the boy to one of the many empty bedrooms and took him inside- laying him on the soft bed. He tucked the boy in, treating him like his own youngling even tho he had never had one. He pitted the boy...

He sighed running a hand threw his hair as he left the room.

He is so young...and pure...he's not like most but dark gifts. I've never heard of such a thing...

He thought to himself. He retired to his room for the day. Tired himself.

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Dark gifts were not completely unheard of it as it is different for every one of their kind. Some are able to control elements where others are more intellegent and can bend a persons will easily. Fighers for instance, their gifts (sometimes) range from special attacks they are reborn into the darkness with that none other possess.

 

Nicholi let out a soft groan as he was picked up out of his chair. Being laid down in a bed, his breathing was shallow. It wasnt nessassary for a vampire to breath... but habits can be hard to break.

 

The day had finally settled down behind the tree's and things were only getting interesting with this little fledgling. His Sire's cold voice had once again been degrading the poor boy with whispers into his mind. -You think he can save you? You cant even bring yourself to ask it of him. You are weak... no one will ever keep you once they find that your gift will kill them.-

 

Red eyes fluttered open with whimpers that left his lips. He scrambled out of the bed only to trip over his own feet onto the hard unforgiving floor with a loud whimper that followed. "N-no... Just leave me alone already!" He cried out loudly. -Boy... I made you. You can never again hide from me.- The dark voice continued to enter his mind in an angery hiss.

 

The light faded from his eyes as only shadows appeared to be there now. Fire erupted from him and covered himself as he curled up into a ball on the floor. Tears welled up into his eyes and spilled over onto his cheeks. Yet, they evaporated before they could go any farther. He was a burning enferno that didnt cause him any hard, he was perfectly fine... only warm. "Please... leave me alone... He murmured softly.

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Magnus Was resting his head on his pillow, laying down in bed- sleeping when he heard a loud "thud". He shot up-right out of bed. The startling noise awakened him. Perhaps the youngling was awake. Was he hurt... in seconds he was up on his feet and flash stepping in front of the boys door. Wearing only a pare of long black sweat pants. No shoes....and defiantly no shirt. His long red hair tied in a long pony tail. He heard the boys whimper's.

"N-no... Just leave me alone already!" [/Quote]

Magnus could piece together what was happening well. The youngling's sire refused to leave him sane. He slowly opened the door-

"..... Nicholi."

But as his eyes laid apon the boy who allowed flames to dance and erupt from his skin, he pitted him. Magnus was not one bit terrified of the boy. He watched the poor youngling curl up into a ball... shielding himself from the world. Tears struggling to run down his cheeks as they evaporated. He was truly a burning inferno.

 

 

"Please... leave me alone...[/Quote]

He muttered but now... Magnus would not. He crouched down in front of the boy. The youngling's red,yellow, and orange flames danced across his fair skin and lush abs.

"Look at me Nicholi"

His voice serene and calming.

" Do not listen to the poison he feeds you...listen to me... clam down. Take deep breaths. You control your gifts not the other way around. Relax."

He stared deeply in the youngling's eyes. Showing him that it would be ok.

"Your safe here...I promise"

He didn't dare try and touch him. Not sure of what else He could do.

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Nicholi's eyes only shown shadows despite the fire that surrounded himself. The very life of his essence seemed to have been pushed back to far for the light of his very life to even shown on himself at that moment. He was unable to hear Magnus at first as the cold voice of his Sire had managed to block out everything other than his own voice. His body trembled as he curled up tighter into a ball with loud whimper leaving his pale lips

 

But it was the voice that had somehow shattered past the cold voice of his Sire. His shadowy eyes slowly opened to see Magnus on the other side of the flames that had taken over himself. Yet, that is when he paniced even more. Fire! It was starting all over again. Fear gripped at him until he heard the instructions that were being spoken to himself.

 

At first he struggled to do as he was told. But the fear gripped at him to hard, digging its claws in and refusing to let go. However, when his breathing finally unclinched his lungs and he was able to take deep breaths. The fire at first did not go out, however it seemed to die down in its force before it flickered out.

 

Life flickered back into his eyes after a short moment of the flames dying out. A weak groan left his lips, it had taken a lot out of him to try and force he flames back. Yet... using ones dark gifts can drain the possessor of his energy if not ready for it. Blinking after a short moment, he lifted his gaze to the man with a soft whimper. "Magnus..." He whispered with a worried tone.

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Magnus smiled ever so faintly as the youngling's flames died out. He saw the other

lift his gaze to him and with a soft whimper. He whispered his name in a worried tone.

"Well done..."

He simply said- standing up straight.

"Your gifts are nothing to fear... you just need to learn how to control them. We'll start your training later on tonight after feeding. If you need anything Do not hesitate to call for me. Now go back to sleep."

He turned to leave. Thinking the boy was exhausted. He realized the boys gifts were dangerously attached to his emotions. It would be harder to train him,

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Nicholi lowered his gaze at the words that were spoken to him. How could he not fear his own gifts if they were to much for him to control? Watching as the man turned to leave the room. "But..." He whispered. "What if it happens again? What if I can not stop him?" He said softly as he climbed back into the bed.

 

Turning his gaze to look at Magnus. "What if he doesnt leave me alone and my gifts become out of my control?" He asked, fear and worry clear on his face. At that moment, it didnt look like he was going to be getting much sleep with a basterd of a Sire wanting to kill him... or worse. Make the darkness inside of himself swallow the heart, then all would be lost for their race.

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"But..." .... "What if it happens again? What if I can not stop him?" ..."What if he doesnt leave me alone and my gifts become out of my control?"[/Quote]

The youngling said, he stopped at the door way-looking back at Nicholi.

"Over time...you'll be able to control your gifts. You need to believe in yourself. Connect with your inner self. You can not be afraid of what's in side you... you must embrace it. As for your master. The more you learn...you'll be able to block out his thoughts. His voice and influence. But if he truly becomes a problem to you Nicholi... I could always..kill him. "

He said seriously. He looked away.

"If you can not sleep you should read that book I spoke of earlier ...or... if you like... we can start your training. "

Seeing as the boy probably didn't want to go back to sleep again.

"And Nicholi.... whatever you do. Never give in to the darkness That's inside you. Not only will it swallow you up completely- you'd lose your sanity...you'd become a monster. "

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Nicholi stilled as he listened to Magnus. Lowering his gaze to the bed at the thought of having that bastered being killed seemed to please him for a short moment. The man was nothing but pure evil in the very sense of the word. But it was what the man said last that had his hands clinching to the covers tightly.

 

Oh sure... that was absolutely reassuring to him now. If he let the darkness grow within himself it would only cause him to become something he really did not want to become. Yet... he did not really want to read that book neither. Sighing softly as he closed his eyes for a sort moment. Something within himself was telling him to conceal his emotions... but never feel them. What did that mean anyways? How could one go about doing such a thing?

 

The thought that his Sire had been planting into his mind ever since finding out about his special gift was sinking ever so deeply into himself. Was he really worthless? Was he not even fit to be this creature of night? "What if I am not the one?" He whispered softly.

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Magnus leaned on the door frame.

"What do you mean."

Magnus practically heard anything And everything that the boy whispered with his super hearing.

"And do not think I can't hear what your thinking

Nicholi... you are not worthless. Everything in life has meaning. Everything.... understand. "

He crossed His arms over his chest. Watching the boy.

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Nicholi lifted his gaze as he heard the man. But his gaze lowered back to the bed, that was right. This man was able to hear his thoughts as well, he had forgotten that part. The last part had been said before he was able to answer the first. Shame filled his eyes at the words directed at him, but he still felt worthless, as if he were not able to do all those great things that this man proclaimed that he would fulfill. "Then... why do I still feel that way?" He whispered. "As if I am not even... worth teaching." But the fact of it is, his Sire had been brainwashing him from the very beginning. He needed to be taught how to look at things differently, as if anything were possible. Being told such things only goes so far... being shown those things, would make things much clearer.

 

Lifting his gaze from the bed as he stared at Magnus. "What if everything you teach me is all for nothing? What if at that one point that... as you have been saying... when I make that choice that saves this race, what if I do not have the power you obviously think that I obtain?" He said.

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