Forbidden Darkness (Envy)

[Nicholi]

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?

 

A sound that echoed through the graveyard had his gaze flickering in the moonlight and turning to see what had made the noise. A tall dark figure was moving closer to the tree he was hiding within. He dug himself deeper into the shadows of the tree to keep himself from being found. Fear and hunger in his eyes as they were already rimmed with red. Who would want to let this pretty thing starve? Let alone force the boy to live on his own without any knowledge of being what he was.

[Envy]

“It was here for the last two nights. Not sure how long it's been here beyond that.” Logan said, his voice just above a whisper, as he looked between the other four in the group, his sandy brown hair moving in the slight wind.

 

The fall weather had been getting colder by the day, and this night was no exception. The tall figures of the five men standing near a tall tombstone of an angel with spread wings were hidden behind the large stone figurine. The creature they had all come to look for had yet to be seen. But they could smell him as the breeze passed them by. It was already established it was not one of their own. Most likely it was a rouge who thought that the cemetery was an unclaimed area.

 

Rouges were never welcomed in their territory, they tend to be more trouble then they are worth, and bring way too much attention when none was wanted. Logan had spotted the creature two nights ago, and assumed it would be on it's way, but it had remained, so here they were to capture it, then see what it fate would be.

 

Marcel, their leader had decided to come along for the fun of a potential slaughtering, his dark amber eyes gleaming almost

red in the moon light as he looked around their group. With him was Kain, Isaiah, and his second in command Savain.

 

“Spread out and take him by surprise.” their leader ordered as he looked back to them, “I'll approach in plain sight.”

 

Within a blink of his eye the other four had vanished, and he took steps around the tombstone, approaching the large tree only a few feet away, kicking a fallen rock into the stone of another grave marker to gain the others attention, making it focus on him as the others moved in silently. Once he reached the tree, he ducked beneath the hanging branches, his eyes moving up to look at the creature trying to hide in the darkness.

 

“I see you.” he said lowly, a smile spreading over his pale lips slowly.

 

A smile that was not very friendly.

 

Kain had managed to climb up on the other side of the tree, quieter then the strange vampires breath, moving around he came up on the creatures blind side. A large arm wrapped around the strangers waist, and pulled him in closer as he dropped to the ground with his new hostage firmly in his grip. The other three walked from the shadows, closing a circle around the new comer so he would have nowhere to run.

 

Marcel looked the other over, noting how mortal he still looked. The newness of his vampiric blood was evident closer up. Stepping closer, he peered at him for a moment before his head tilted to the side a little in curiosity.

 

“Where did you come from?” he asked the fledgling “Who made you? And why are you here?” he further demanded.

[Nicholi]

As young as Nicholi was, he did not have the proper training to even know about his vampyric sense. That could be blamed upon his Sire whom had tossed him away upon three nights ago. Fire was a dangerous gift to be playing around with and it seemed that his Sire had no intention of trying to tame that side of the boy. Instead he had knocked him out when the fire had consumed the boy's body in attempts of protecting himself, yet... It had harmed his Sire in the process.

 

Having been knock out cold, his Sire had placed him here in the cemetery a far ways from where he had been turned. Maybe the man hoped that since Nicholi was untaught, that he would never be able to find his way back to where he had once lived.

 

Two crimson tears streaked down his face, which glittered in the moonlight. However, those tears were not completely of sorrow. He hungered, and feeding off of animals ever since he had been abandoned here. Animals did not give sufficate strength to his kind, nor was it saticfying in the least bit. Thoughts were disrupted from his mind when he heard the sound of a stone against another.

 

His dark reddened eyes lifted to where the noise had come from, only to lower at the words that cut through the silent air. Fear gripped at him tightly as his body began to tremble upon seeing the one on the ground below him. He tried his best to back up into the shadows of the tree as he bit back whimpers.

 

Please... Dont hurt me... Dont see me... He had silently hoped to himself.

 

Though as hard as he had tried to back himself up away from view, A rather large and strong arm wrapped itself around his waist and he was pulled closer to another that had come up from behind him. A loud whimper left his lips as his eyes widened in terror at the voice that entered his own mind once again from his Sire.

 

Silly boy, You can not run from your fate. They will kill you... good rediance. The cold voice hissed.

 

However, it was when he felt himself dropping towards the ground that his body froze on the spot. His terrified gaze that held so much haunting stayed on Marcel whom was in front of him. His slinder body trembled in the tight hold of Kain. He could not help that he had been abandoned by his Sire, nor of his dark gift that seemed nothing more than trouble itself. He was to innocent to even think of bloodshed, but his gift was a different story.

 

The words that came from Marcel has his body jerking with a flinch at such demands. He was to terrified to answer the man properly. Fire began to flicker into life, his hands slowly engulfed with his dark gift at first. Then it traveled over his body to cover himself in the perfect form of protection. That is when his trembling body doubled over onto the ground and more crimson tears colored his face in streams down to his chin.

 

"P-please... Dont kill me..." His voice would be a shock at first, it sounded to angelic for a vampire. It was soft and sweet, even if it was within a pleading manor. "My Sire abandoned me..."

[Envy]

The terror the younger vampire felt was more than obvious as his small body shrank away from the larger Marcel.

 

The moment the light of fire appeared on the creatures hand, Isaiah was the first to react. He snatched Kain away from the fledgling, hissing at him to let go and Marcel leaping back in surprise. Silence filled the air as they all watched in transfixed horror as the young one burst into flames. They all took a step back warily. Fire was one of the main ways to kill their kind, and they ignited easily. If one survived such a fate, it took years in agonized pain to recover.

 

But it soon became apparent that the fire was not effecting the younger vampire in the least, and his words had them all looking at one another. This was unheard of.

“Should we kill him?” asked Logan, the words resounding in the others minds as he spoke telepathically to the others.

 

“I could use my pistol, make it quick. That way we don't have to get close.” suggested Kain.

 

Isaiah gave a slight shake of his head “Wait, why can't we take him in? I mean, look at him. Who do we know can do that? He could be rather strong with the right training. Our clan only take in the powerful ones right?”

 

Logan had a brief look of doubt flash through his eyes “I'm not taking him. He seems a little unstable.” he said.

 

“I don't want him.” Kain said firmly.

 

Marcel kept his face placid as he thought it over. Sure the young creature could be of some use, though he didn't want to train a new fledgling, and like Logan pointed out, he seemed unstable. Fire was much too dangerous to be unsure. “I don't want him either.” he finally said.

 

Isaiah bit the inside of his lip. Though he was the one to suggest it, he honestly didn't want to be saddled with another young one. He had two of his own to still train, and Kain had one as did Logan. Marcel only took the ones he turned himself, that only left Savain, and he never had a fledgling in all the years they all have known him.

 

With a sigh, he gave a shake of his head, “I can't deal with another one.”

 

Marcel pulled his own pistol, it was fine with him to kill this one. He was the leader, and it was his decision anyway whether or not to let anyone in his clan, and he wasn't taking the thing back to see if anyone wanted to adopt him. He lifted his gun and aimed at the little ones head.

 

He had been silent through the whole thing. And he had no idea what made him talk now, but once he did, he didn't change his mind.

 

“I'll take him.” he said to them all telepathically.

 

Four set of eyes flew to him in obvious surprise.

 

Looking to Marcel, Savain leveled his pale eyes with his leaders darker ones. “I'll take him.” he said again, but this time aloud.

 

Marcel's pistol lowered slowly as he and his second in command watched one another. He was stunned but he was also of the mind it would be a mistake. The young thing had been thrown out for a reason he was sure. He opened his mouth to deny him, but Savain seemed to know.

 

“Besides, you can not deny me my first choice.” he reminded.

 

With a low growl Marcel put his gun away. “Fine, but the first time he harms anyone in the clan, he forfeits his life, understood?” he said coldly.

 

Savain gave a nod of his head, “Of course.” he agreed. “Now, all of you go over there and wait for us. Let me talk to him.” he suggested.

 

The other four said nothing as they did as he asked.

 

Savain watched them go back to the angel tombstone, leaving him alone with the burning fledgling. Turning his attention back to the young one, he moved around him so they were face to face. As he crouched down, the tails of his long black coat fanned out around him.

 

“No more need for the flames fledgling. I will not harm you.” he said in a calming voice, “My name is Savain, and I am going to be your new Sire.”

[Nicholi]

He had never again wanted to use his dark gift. It had done nothing but caused him to be abandoned, and now... He was being haunted by his own Sire ever waking moment of his life. He felt trapped and frightened of even the shadows of the night. Nothing ever gave his mind a rest, even if the world around him seemed to still within a moments notice. He still feared anything that he did not understand.

 

Nicholi's eyes flickered in the light of the fire that surrounded himself. But it was while the men conversed with each other that his eyes began to lose its life like light and shadows began to take its place. It was a haunted look in his eyes as his gaze stayed lowered to the ground. Crimson tears made their way down his chin, but when they dripped from his chin they evaporated before they could touch the ground.

 

For a long moment after Savain had come into view when the other had left them there, he looked as if he were in a trance. The fire surrounding him keep raging on, as if unaware of the other there in front of him. Yet, it was the voice that cut through the fire to reach his ears that had brought the light back into his eyes.

 

It seemed like forever before the flames flickered out and Nicholi was sitting there on the ground. A lost look upon his features as he lifted his crimson gaze to the man. However, Using such a powerful gift... left the user exhausted of their energy.

 

With him being so young and the lack of training from his Sire, it was obvious he would feel tired and weak after such an ordeal. The lack of proper nutrition left Nicholi in a horrible state. He felt weak, almost to weak to even move from his spot on the ground.

 

The words had played over and over within his mind as he fought to try and say something to the man. He was a confused and lost youngling, he didnt understand the ways of the vampyre and that just made things worse on him. Who could leave one such as this all alone, without the proper training?

 

"N-Nicholi..." He managed to get his voice to work, but it had only been a thread of sound before a whimper had made it past his lips.

 

Fingers clinched at his stomach tightly as his lifted his crimson gaze to Savain. Hunger was clear on his face and in his eyes. How could a Sire of left one so young like this? And with this one being so innocent as he was, even if he were a being that had no hold onto the term.

 

"P-please..." He whined out softly.

[Envy]

Savain watched as the young ones flames went out, and he raised his face towards him.

 

He knew that look all too well.

 

Reaching out, he took hold of the smaller males shoulders, and gently pulled him close, showing a lot of faith that he wouldn't burn him. He settled him against his body, his arms then slipping under him. Pulling him even closer, he easily stood, carrying the young one with him as he stood. He turned towards the others, walking with an easy stride to his companions.

 

Marcel watched with a hooded look. He wasn't completely pleased, but he said nothing as Savain approached with his new fledgling.

 

Savain stopped before them all, “I will be heading back to the coven. He's starving.” he said to the others.

 

His leader gave a small but sharp tsk, and waved his hand in a dismissive fashion, “Very well. Make certain he does not harm anyone. After you re-sire him, we can take him out. Do it before before nightfall tomorrow.” he said his voice showing his slight irritation.

 

Giving a nod of his head, Savain said nothing else as he left his brothers behind. He strode through the cemetery, taking the path that lead them there. Awaiting on the other side of the stone walls was a two horse drawn carriage. The driver hurriedly opened the door for him and he climbed inside, telling the man to head to his home in low tones, settling the smaller vampire on his lap.

 

The carriage door closed with a small snap, and soon the cab was swaying as the horses were spurred to get moving.

 

Looking down at the fledgling in his lap he freed one of his arms from beneath the younger ones body, his gloved fingers coming up and pushing his dark hair back from his face, his pale gaze taking in the others features slowly, studying them one by one.

 

“Nicholi” he said to gain his attention, “Why did your sire abandon you?” he asked.

[Nicholi]

Nicholi's gaze flickered in the moonlight as he seen the man reach for him. Something akin to fear shown within those redden orbs as he was pulled closer to the man. However, even in his state... He wouldnt be able to call upon his dark gift for protection. Not with his strength diminishing as much as it was. A soft whimper was drawn from his lips as he felt himself being picked up.

 

Being carried, he could not help his eyes from slowly closing on their own. His head leaned against the man's shoulder. It was the words from Marcel that had him jerking with a flinch before settling down once again. This man had been somewhat kind to him, unlike what his Sire had been planting into his mind for the past few nights. He just hoped he wasnt wrong in trusting him.

 

The words that were spoken barely even made sense to him as the words seemed to run together. He had not been this hungry before, even if he had been feeding off of animals. He had never encountered this type of starvation before.

 

Being carried off into a carriage and settled down on the man's lap. He rested against the man's strong body for a long moment. That was until he heard the words from him. His crimson eyes barely opened as the memories replayed in his mind.

 

"I hurt him... With my gift. I did not mean for it to happen, but all I remember is fire. It was everywhere, then everything went black." He whispered softly. "When I woke up, I was in the cemetery. And I keep hearing his words inside my head. He keeps telling me that anyone that finds me will kill me because of my dark gift..." He whimpered out.

 

Small trembled raced over his body as he curled up on the man's lap. Tears brimmed his eyes before they began to cascade down his pale cheeks. He didnt understand. He may of been an adult in body, but his mind was still that of a small child. And it shown greatly within himself.

 

"p-please... dont let him find me... He will only kill me." He whimpered.

[Envy]

Savain listened to the small voice that spoke to him from his new fledglings lips.

 

When he was done, he gave him a gentle reassuring squeeze. He wouldn't let anyone harm him if he could help it. And he would try his best to protect his brothers and sisters from being harmed by him either. Deciding to wait until after the young one had been fed to discuss things further, he allowed him to rest. The remainder of the ride was silent as he watched out the window, his eyes taking in the night around them. The walls of his home finally came into view as they passed the guarded gates. The community behind these walls was the entirety of the coven.

 

It was populated with homes hidden among thick stands of trees, each home varying in size, like his personal home had was large, with six bedrooms, attic, two living rooms, a dinning room, library, study, kitchen, and cellar, but it was nowhere near as large as the main coven house that sat in the distance on the hill. The almost Gothically styled house housed many in the coven, except those that desired their own home.

 

The cobble paved road soon turned into gravel as the carriage turned off the lane to a tree lined path that lead to his home just below the coven house. The stone and wood Victorian soon came into view, the lantern on the front porch lit to welcome it's master home. After he carriage stopped and the door was opened, Savain climbed out, maneuvering himself and Nicholi out into the night once again.

 

With instruction to go back to await the others, the carriage soon drove off as the older vampire walked up the stairs to his home. The front door opened, a young human standing on the other side to welcome her master home, her jaw dropping instead as she saw the body in his arms, her blue and hazel eyes widening in her doll like face.

 

“Isabel, send for three of my host, and have them meet me in my room.” he told the stunned girl.

 

With a quick nod, she was off, her sandy curls bouncing around her shoulders as Savain ascended the stairs to his master bedroom. Once he was inside, he placed the smaller vampire onto his bed, slipping his shoes off so the young one get comfortable, then going to his bathroom, coming back with a clean damped hand towel. He began to clean the others face of all the dried tears. Once he was done, there was a knock on the door.

[Nicholi]

Nicholi Had settled down into the man's lap and closed his bright crimson eyes. Trying his best to forget about the pains of hunger and trying to rest from the ordeal he had just gone through. It was when he was being moved that his eyes opened slightly to noticed that he was being taken out of the carriage and carried inside a house that he had no knowledge of. At that moment, he didnt care where he was at honestly.

 

Closing his eyes once again as he carried up the stairs and into a rather large room. Being placed upon a bed, he let a small groan leave his lips. After his shoes had been taken from him, he curled up on the bed. The pains were only getting worse within himself, and it was starting to break past the first point.

 

Soft whimpers began to leave his lips by the time Savain had returned to clean his face off of the tears he had shed. His crimson eyes opened to look up at the man, yet his eyes held the hunger ravaging through his body.

 

However, it was when a knock at the door that had his body jerking with a flinch. His gaze darted towards it, unsure of what was happening here. He just hoped that Savain was true to his word and would never allow his Sire... Julien to come for him.

 

Julien was a ruthless and merciless sadistic being. He had charmed the boy when he had first met him, giving him false hopes for a new much better life than he had as a human. But it had been nothing more than lies and desete. He had no intention on keeping the boy in the first place. He had only been playing a game. But it had been when he found out about the boy's dark gift that he found himself troubled and felt as if he needed to rid the world of this... creature he had made.

 

Profile For Julien (Soon to be Former Sire)

 

Name: Julien Halvac

Age: 108 Year Old (Looks 28 Years Old)

 

Appearance:

 

[Envy]

Savain called out for the knocker on his door to come inside.

 

He finished wiping the young ones face clean just as the door opened and one of his male host walked inside, his eyes going to the vampires on the bed. Behind him were two others, a woman and a larger man. These three had been with Savain since they were found on the streets, starving as children. Michel, was a dark-haired man, no taller then five feet and half, with bright gray eyes. The woman was Kira, with honey colored waves of hair around her down to the waist and lovely green eyes, she was no larger then five feet. The largest was Holden. He was as tall as the blond vampire, wider in the shoulders, with brown gray eyes and dark blond hair.

 

Out of his eight host, they were the most loyal.

 

Seeing the young one on the bed, Kira's eyes widened and she approached the bed first letting her curiosity lead her.

After getting a good look at the boy, she looked to Savain, “Where si you fine him?” she asked, her soft voice showing her curiousness as the other two moved closer as well.

 

Savain helped Nicholi sit up, “We found him in the cemetery. I decided to keep and re-sire him.” he explained as he settled the young one against him once again. “He needs to feed.” he added.

 

Nodding, Kira undid her cuff of her long sleeve shirt and rolled it up, holding her arm up and out in invitation. Savain took a hold of her wrist and using his nail, sliced some of her skin open, causing a small amount of blood to bubble up past the skin. Kira moved a little closer as she settled on the bed before the young one as Savain held her wrist to the other mouth, letting the scent of her blood call out to his hunger.

 

“Feed Nicholi.” he told him in his ear.

 

He would keep him from killing Kira when she called for enough.

[Nicholi]

Nicholi's gaze darted towards the door once again after his face had been cleaned off of the tears he had shed. He couldnt even see straight by now, his vision was going in and out at a rapid pace. This did nothing to calm him down either. But with his stength deminishing, he would not be able to call upon his powers to protect himself if these three had come in to harm him.

 

A soft gargled groan left his lips as he was helped to sit up, he had no choice but to lean against Savain for support. The voices from both Savain and the others reached his ears, yet they made no sense to him as the words were running together on their own and his mind was to weak to comprehead what was going on.

 

How long had it been since he last fed? He could not remember now. Maybe he was past starving than he thought he had been. The blood that reached his nose had his stomach turning slightly at first, but only to have bloodlust to settle in next.

 

It had only been a short moment after the wrist had been held against his mouth before his reddened eyes slid closed and his lips curved over the wrist, he had wanted to be gentle. However, in his case... gentle could not be had in his condition. Tho, his fangs peirced the flesh a bit he had been careful enough not to tare the skin apart in his hunger.

 

His eyes shut tightly as he began to drink the crimson liquid quite greedily at first. His fingers clinched at the wrist that had been held against his mouth. A long moment passed before he slowed his frenzy down. Now able to concentrate a bit easier with some nurishment that had been past into his mouth and body.

 

Though, he did not take no where near as much as he should. Detaching himself from the girl, his almost icy eyes opened to look at them. Only a slight red around the iris' of his eyes showing that he had not be been completely sated.

[Envy]

Kira gave a small flinch when her wrist was bitten into.

 

She was used to the feeling since she had been feeding Savain since she was seventeen. Four years made one use to the slight pain, and discomfort of being drained. When the young vampire began to let up, she felt mildly light headed. She gave her wrist to Savain for healing and when he was done, she slid down the bed to make room for another person.

 

Michel sat down next, giving his wrist to the young vampire as well, letting him have as much as he needed.

 

When it was all done and Holden helped the other two out of the room, Savain let Ncholi down onto the bed once again.

 

“Rest there for a while.” he told him before he was moving across the room.

 

He pulled off his long black coat and stuffed his gloves into one of the pockets before dropping it over the wing-back chair. Undoing the cuffs of his shirt sleeves, he rolled them up to his elbows as he walked into the bathroom attached to his large room. Moving to the large claw footed tub, he crouched down and turned the water on, turning the individual knobs before he got the right temperature. There was a shower head above, so he turned it on next. Closing the curtain around it, he went back to the bedroom, thinking that the blood would have given the fledgling more than enough energy for a washing.

 

When he got to him, he reached down for his hand, pulling him upright, “Come, I have a shower waiting for you.” he said as he pulled him to his feet.

 

 

Sorry for the wait. My family and I are in the process of looking for a new home

 

[Nicholi]

Nicholi had almost refused when the next wrist had been presented to him. However, this time he didnt take no where near as much as he had from the girl. His bright icy gaze lifted when the thee of them had left the room, only to turn his gaze to Savain when he had been placed on the bed once again. Hearing the man, his gaze lowered to the covers a long moment.

 

His gaze lifted after a while to watch the man until he had moved off into another room. A soft sigh left his lips as he pulled his knee's up to his chest, resting his chin on his knee's. At first he looked as if he were deep in thought.

 

It was when his hand had been taken and he was being pulled off the bed that he flinched at first, his wide gaze lifted to Savain. But hearing about a shower, he nodded. The thought of warm water after where he had been for the past three nights sounded wonderful to him at that very moment and he wasnt about to refuse it either. Once he stood up, he had to clinch his fingers into the man's shirt when he stumbled over his feet a little. No matter how much strength he had taken from those humans, he still felt weak all the same.

 

 

That is quite alright. We all have real life things that get in the way sometimes, its understandable.

 

[Envy]

Savain caught at the others elbows as he stumbled into him.

 

He helped him straighten up, then walked his slowly to the bathroom, going inside with him. Maybe a bath would have been a better idea after all, but a shower was much faster. Though with the way Nicholi was having difficulty, he figured he would stay with him to make certain he was at least safe. Standing the younger vampire in the middle of the floor, he began to undress him starting with his shirt.

 

His clothing was dirty and stained, and he had no intentions of keeping any of it.

 

“I will stay and make sure you do not need my help.” he said as he tossed the shirt to the floor.

 

Crouching down, since the fledgling was much shorter then he was, he began to work on his pants next, his long fingers began undoing the clasp and zipper.

[Nicholi]

Nicholi lifted his gaze as he had been caught back Savain. A soft whimper leaving his lips for a short moment before he was helped to stand up. He knew the reason why he was still so weak even after feeding from the two humans that the man had brought in. But, he felt as if he should be at least able to walk on his own by now.

 

Being led into the bathroom, standing there as his shirt was being taken from him. But it was the words that came from the man that had him stilling for a long moment. Something akin to fear shown in his eyes. As innocent as he is, he still held onto his humanity to a point. He could not be faulted for his mortal emotions as for what he was. The dragonslayer couldn't get rid of his human emotions, that was just a part of them.

 

Once Savain crouched down to help him out of his pants, he took a step back for a short moment. His gaze lowering to the man before the clasp and zipper had been undone from him. Although he had been saved by this man, he was still unsure about this man.

[Envy]

The others backward movement made Savain look up at him with a slightly raised brow.

 

He gripped the waistband of the fledglings pants, “I'm not going to hurt you. If that were the case, I would have done it already.” he told him as he helped him step out of the rest of his clothing.

 

Slipping the pants down his legs, he gripped an ankle and lifted his legs free of the material one at a time. His eyes moved back up to his face before he stood. Holding a hand out he waited for the smaller male to take it.

 

“I'll just sit in the corner there unless you have trouble. But I'll help you inside first.” he told him waiting.

[Nicholi]

Nicholi let a small noise escape his lips as the waistband of his pants had been gripped, keeping him from moving any farther away from the man. A soft whimper left him as his gaze lowered to the floor when he had heard the man. "s-sorry..." He couldn't help the way he was. He didn't know this man hardly at all, and it didn't help in the least bit that this man was undressing him.

 

He tried his best to keep his mind off of his nakedness while the man had pulled down his pants and helped him out of them. He had waited until he heard the next words that were spoken to him before taking ahold of the hand and being helped into the shower. The whole time, his gaze had stayed lowered to the floor. It was an almost timid look on his face.

 

However, when he had made it into the shower. He stepped into the spray of the shower. He closed his eyes as he felt the rivets of water cascade down his body, some droplets even clung to his face and muscles as he stood there. He could not remember when the last time he had been able to feel the warm of a shower. But he did not wish to delay the man any longer than he had. Grabbing the soap from the wall before lathering himself up, then rinsing the soap off of himself.

 

After he had finished with the shower, he turned the water off and stepped out. Leaning up against the wall for a long moment. His skin seemed much paler than it had before the shower, the dirt that had clung to him now swirled it way down the drain and left his hair with a sheen to it and his skin almost seemed like ivory. "I-I'm finished..." He whispered softly though his gaze didn't dare look towards the man. It had been beaten into him right before he had been turned that he was not allowed to lift his gaze without permission. However, his Sire had also told him a bunch of crap that wasn't true in the first place.

[Envy]

The moment Nicholi was inside the tub, Savain closed the shower curtain that hung from the silvery metal pole that hung from the ceiling.

 

He stepped to the corner, and as he said he would, he sat in the wooden chair there as he waited for the young one to get done with his shower. This gave him time to think, and the first thing that came to mind was, what the hell made him take the fledgling in the first place. Sure he was pretty, and he had an innocent faced to him, but seriously, Savain was never one to drawn in by those things. In fact, his brothers and sisters tended to think he was rather cold. He didn't show much in the way of emotions, but he was never cruel. Perhaps that was what drew him.

 

To kill the young one simply because he was... different... seemed cruel.

 

Folding his arms over his crossed legs, his pale eyes went to the curtain surrounding the smaller male, an pensive expression on his normally neutral features. It was known that he had a soft spot for lost and broken things. That was another factor. He took in others discarded things. Host mostly, other vampires too weak to care for themselves lived and served him in his home, but he had never taken on a fledgling of his own before. Those vampires were already part of their coven, so it wasn't as if he had to resire any of them.

 

But Nicholi was a different story.

 

His thoughts were broken through when the water was turned off, and soon the little one was stepping out of the tub.

Savain stood and grabbed the towels he left on the vanity. Closing the distance between them, he unfolded one after he slung the other over his shoulder. Lifting the towel over the others head and wrapping him around the shoulders, he let him close it around himself as he took the second one, and placed it around his head, catching his hair inside.

 

After, he walked him back to the bed in the other room. He sat him on the side before going to his closet. Finding a shirt, he took it over and laid it next to the dark-haired vampire.

 

“You can use this, and I will see about clothing for you.” he instructed, before he stepped back “I shall return later.” he added before he was leaving the room.

[Nicholi]

A blush flushed on his cheeks as his gaze stayed lowered to the ground. But... vampires didn't blush? This is only one of the things that made Nicholi unique and that alone would make most desire for such a creature as him. Trying his best to hide himself a little away from the man's view when he heard the man coming towards him with a towel.

 

Once one towel had been wrapped around his shoulders, he took ahold of it with one hand and pulled it tightly around himself. Having his hair now pulled up in another towel, his gaze lifted to the man for a short moment as he watched Savain leading him back towards the room from before.

 

Following after the man, his gaze lowered back to the floor as his fingers clinched at the towel that was around his shoulders. Sitting down on the bed, he watched as Savain went off towards the closet and brought back a shirt. His gaze lowered to the shirt that had been placed next to him on the bed before he heard the words. He watched as the man walked off and out of the room.

 

His gaze flickered as he stared at the door for a long moment. Why was this man doing this for him? Why take him in and not kill him like his Sire clearly had been repeating in his head the whole time. He let a soft groan leave his lips as he grabbed for the shirt and pulled it on. It was rather large on him and he had to roll the sleeves up just enough so that his hands would not be trapped in the fabric.

 

He curled himself up on the bed, pulling his knee's up against his chest as his gaze lowered to the bed. The birthmark on his hip was burning once again as he had countless times before. But he tried to ignore it. However, it was a soft glow that was even showing through the shirt he had been given to wear that would make one curious. That was, if Nicholi would even look at the mark anymore. He had ignored anything the birthmark did to him ever since he had been turned.

[Envy]

“We have some clothing in storage that could fit him, you know, from when we were younger.” Michel said a little groggily from his place on his bed.

 

Holden gave a nod of his head as he stood, “I can get it for you.” he said to the blond vampire standing just inside the bedroom door way.

 

Savain rose a brow lightly, “You still have all of them?” he asked.

 

It had been a long time since they were Nicholi's size, so he found it odd they would have any of them left. But according to their words, they did. He gave Holden a nod of his head and the taller man walked from the room with Savain following, leaving Michel to rest. The two went to the back of the house and right before they would have arrived to the kitchen, they turned down a hall that lead to the basement door. It was in the back of the cellar that they found the large chest of clothing, packed away carefully and still in great condition from the air tight seal on the chest.

 

Once eh looked through it all, Savain closed it and lifted the large thing like it weighed nothing following Holden out of the basement. He took the stairs, asking the human to find a pair of shoes to fit the little vampire. The chest had none inside.

Soon he was opening his bedroom door with one hand and walking inside, placing the chest at the foot of his bed.

 

Straightening up he looked over to the young one in his bed, thinking he might be more comfortable in his own room. But not tonight. He'd make arrangements tomorrow. Sitting on the foot of his bed, he studied the fledgling for a quiet moment.

 

“Nicholi, do you remember who it was that sired you?”

[Nicholi]

Nicholi sat there on the bed, curled up as he hugged his knee's to his chest. He felt so alone in this place, even if he knew that was not the case. It was just the fact that he did not know Savain very well, nor the others that lived here. His gaze lowered to the bed for a while as he began to think back to what his Sire had done to him and it brought tears to well up into his eyes. How could someone treat another so cruelly?

 

Once again the cold voice of his Sire entered his mind. -Worthless piece of shit... You think that you are safe where you are at?- His Sire whispered into his mind with a hiss. -Every last one of them will kill you. You will never be safe from your fate.-

 

Icy blue eyes flickered lightly as pain seeped in. He tried his best to ignore the man that had turned him... the one that was suposta be his father of all things. Blinking back the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes before he heard the noise from the hallway.

 

His gaze lifted to see Savain carrying some sort of chest into the room and setting it down. However, he did not move from his spot on the bed. His gaze lowered again as Savain looked at him. There he sat for a long moment while the man said nothing but kept looking at him as if expecting the boy to say something.

 

It was the words that came from the man's mouth that caused his gaze to flicker with fear once again at the mention of his Sire. His body trembled on the spot as he shut his eyes to keep tears from trickling down his face.

 

"J-Julien... Julien Salvador." He whimpered out softly. The only reason he knew that was because his Sire had told him who he was before he had turned him. The name alone, most vampyre would know who it was. As Julien was known to be a sadistic bastered that enjoyed turning humans only to push them away afterwards to watch their suffering, only to watch them die from starvation or worse. By another vampire.

[Envy]

Savain should have known.

 

Hearing that name didn't surprise him any. It seemed the other vampire was still up to his old tricks. It made no difference really. Nicholi was there with him now and Julian could go and get caught in the rising sun for all he cared. Though from the younger ones actions, Julian had done a number on him. So the little one burned his sire, too bad he hadn't ended him all together.

 

Well, it would be over soon anyway. Julien's hold on Nicholi would vanish after he resired him, and then he won't have to worry about him any longer.

 

Coming out of his thoughts, he looked back to the fledgling at the top of his bed “When I resire you, there will be no need to worry about him any longer. He won't be able to even speak to you telepathically either. He'll be completely cut off from you. But you will have to trust me until it's over with. If you panic and burn me, I won't be able to help you if he others decide to hurt you. Do you think you could do this?” he inquired waiting for the other to give it some thought.

[Nicholi]

Nicholi hugged his knee's tighter to his chest as his gaze lowered to the bed. The thought alone of what that man had done to him, what he kept whispering into his mind with every waking hour, caused his undying fear to be ever greater than most. Even now so, Savain's words cut through those thoughts easily enough.

 

Icy blue hues flickered in the light. He was unsure of what the term "resire" meant until it clicked into his head on what this man was going to do to him. His gaze lowered to the bed at the warning that had been said. If and when the deed was being done, could he honestly hold back his dark gift?

 

Cold words entered his head once again as he pondered over his own question. -You're such a weakling. Not even fit to be one of my kind. It will be nice to see you being finished off.-

 

A deep fear seeped into his eyes as his gaze flickered with tears that tried to brim them. Biting back whimpers that tried to escape his pale lips for a long moment before turning his teary gaze to Savain once again. "P-please... I can not bare what he whispers in my head. I want him to just leave me alone." He whimpered the words out.

 

His fingers were found clinching at the sheets under him as his body trembled lightly. But he found himself unable not to trust the man in front of him. Afterall, Savain had yet to do anything to harm him. "I... trust you to do the right thing." He whimpered.

[Envy]

Savain was silent as he let the younger vampire to think things over.

 

He was prepared to explain things further if it would put his mind at ease, but he waited until the younger one had time to consider. The fear he saw come to his features wasn't expected, and he thought it was of him and what he said, but before he could reassure him, the fledgling started speak about the vampire that had created him.

 

Savain gave a small sigh at his words. Julian was an idiot.

 

He had a very rare creature right under his nose, and had thrown him away. But it was a good thing that he did. Who knows what the other would have made Nicholi do for him. What the young one said next made him give a nod of his head. He trusted him, that was all he needed to begin.

 

Standing, Savain undressed until all he wore were his pants.

Moving back to the bed after he placed the clothing and his boots away, he sat down closer to Nicholi, leaning back into the pillows behind him as he stretched out his legs along the bed.

 

Gently he picked up the others hand, “Come, I am going to need you on my lap.”

[Nicholi]

Nicholi's gaze lowered to his hands as they clinched at the sheets, he was terrified of his Sire. He had a right to be after what the man had been planting in his head over the week. Not letting him have any peaceful rest and was causing his thoughts to become chaos. Which in turn caused his emotions to be entwined with his powers. A deadly combination.

 

But he would try to keep from using his powers against Savain and the others of this place. He just hoped he had enough control not to burn them... or at least enough to warn them before something bad really started to happen. Nicholi's gaze lifted as the man began to undress himself. For once unable to take his eyes off the man's pale chest for a long moment. He looked... flawless.

 

Snapping out of his thoughts for a quick moment to turn his gaze to the man that had moved closer to him and had leaned back against the pillows. He stilled at the words that had come from the man when he was being directed to his lap. Nodding after a short second before he timidly climbed over onto the man's lap. His gaze still held confusion and fear in them, but not for Savain. His mind still held thoughts of his Sire's doing.

 

 

Sorry, its kind of short. I have just found out I have another kidney stone, so it took me a while to come up with this while I am loopy as hell. At least im not in to much pain unless I skip doses. T.T