Forbidden Darkness (yukio takamiya)

[NicholiDeSchidor]

 

My Character Information~

 

Name: Nicholi

Age: 22 years old

Race: Vampire Fledgling

Sire: Julien (this will get changed, continue reading to find out why.)

Appearance: He is the dark haired man.

 

 

 

Darkness... Shadows... A endless desire to find something other than the bleakness that surrounds this world. Just one glimpse. The light at the end of this horrible existence they call an immortal life. Just once... Just once can there be something out there to fill this void. Yet, there is a secret hiding under this flesh. One that has been hiding for hundreds of years. Only those of old would remember the stories of the dragonslayer. All hope had been lost with the last war against the lycan's when the dragonslayer never came to end the suffering. That is... until now.

 

Hunger, a sharp pain right in the center of the darkness. This constant pain would never leave him. But it was nothing compared to the pain that he was constantly reminded of. The pain of being disowned by his own Sire. Being forced out on his own to die all because of one dark gift.

 

A blood red glimmer shown within the darkness of a willow tree, hidden deep within a cemetery of another's territory. Being untaught and to young to the night to understand that being upon another's territory without hiding one's presence from humans is grounds to remove the threat. However, how could one fault such a youngling and one so troubled?

 

Nicholi's blood red gaze lifted to the night sky. The memories of what had happened the other night still playing within his mind. He raised a hand and clinched his fingers tightly to his head with a soft groan. "When... When can I finally be rid of this?!" he groaned out. Lifting his gaze back to the sky as a blood red tear trickled down his cheek. "Is there no one that can save me from this pain?" He whimpered out silently into the night.

[Yukio Takamiya]

 

 

Name: Kertia

Age: 820 years old

Race: Vampire Elder

 

 

 

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A century had gone by...

Then another.....

And another......

When was the last moment he had opened his eyes, Deniz hadn't a clue. Since the last war, he had gone into hibernation, hiding from the council, hiding from the world. A break was what he needed, but would they give it to him? What better way than to just disappear? And disappear he did, no one found him. They couldn't...even when he was just right under their noses... feet to be precise.

 

He remembered so clearly what happened during the war. Remembered how the highly respected Ancients said that 'He' would save them. But who was 'He'? And 'He' never came....

They lost...defeated and massacred. The Lycans tore through them like paper, killing his brethren and continued to kill even as the vampires retreated. Savages...that's what they were. None of his soldiers survived...only he did. Kertia left then....right from the middle of the battlefield. Walked right pass the mountain of corpses, with blood on his skin just as red as his hair, he never came back...until now.

 

His eyes opened. Kertia had woken up the previous day but chose to just lay there, enjoying the coolness of the soil. But why now did he choose to open his eyes? There was someone...walking....just right above him. On his lands! Kertia was never known to be one with a nice personality nor temper. The word on the grapevine was that he was cold, heartless and once angered, nobody ever survived. But of course, only part of that was true. Though one thing he did hate, was people trespassing on the territory he claimed. He had been sleeping here for god knows how long, probably more than a century, the land was his.

 

His hand broke out of the earth first, followed by the other, then his head as he dug himself out. He ignored the intruder as he patted the dirt back to its flat original state. When he stood up, Kertia frowned. The air was bad...much filthier than it ever was before. But...the smell of blood was milder. He looked up at the cloudless night sky, at the full moon, very much like that fateful night when his brethren breathed their last.

 

Just then, he remembered the intruder and his anger returned. Kertia slowly turned to face the intruder. Black raven hair that looked just as soft as silk, pale skin though not as pale as his own and bloodstained cheeks, blood tears that ran from his eyes. A vampire fledging that hasn't known much of the world.

 

"A pleasant night, don't you think?" Kertia spoke, his silver eyes reflecting the moonlight. "But it shall be ever more pleasant once I rid my lands of a certain intruder."

 

 

 

 

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Nicholi's gaze flickered in the moonlight as he stared up at the starry night sky. Silently crying out for some way to get the strength to run further. He curled himself into a ball, on a branch of the willow tree that he took refuge in.

 

~Worthless... you are pathetic excuse of a vampire.~ The words rang out from an unknown source throughout the graveyard. The tone had been dark and mocking towards Nicholi. ~When they find you... they will kill you. No one would ever want such a mistake as you are.~ The words hissed out like a snake.

 

Nicholi shut his eye's tightly. His body trembling on its own as he bit back the whimpers trying to haunt him. He was starving to begin with, and only to hear his Sire's voice had him even more frightened. He didn't want to die. That had been his only wish. His Sire had lied to him, took him in at first. But it was when Nicholi had accidentally shown his dark gift and burned his Sire. That is when his Sire tossed him out, damning the other to either starve or live with his guilt.

 

"Ple-please... Stop..." He whimpered. Nicholi's voice wasn't one known for a vampire. It was almost to pure, to angelic like for a creature of night. However, it was when he heard the voice of another nearby. His eye's widened as the tears continued to stream down his cheeks. Intruder?! His body trembled even more so than before.

 

Turning his frightened gaze towards where the voice had come from. He had only caught a glimpse of the man before his balance on the branch became lost. And as untaught as he was, he had not been quick enough to grab anything to keep from falling to the ground.

 

A dull thud sounded as he made contact on the soft graveyard earth. Followed by a faint groan. If any human had seen him fall from such a height, they would of thought him dead. But that was not so, he had just been startled. It took him a moment before the shock wore off of himself. Turning his gaze back to the man from before. He shook his head with a soft whimper, raising his arms to hide his face. "pl-please sir... I didn't mean to... intrude." He whimpered out.

 

~Pathetic... You think that pleading for your life, is going to save you? Your an abomination to this world. I should of never turned one such as you.~ The words of his Sire once more surrounded the graveyard.

[Yukio Takamiya]

The vampire losing his balance and falling to the ground made Kertia frown. The clumsiness was too unnatural for their kind, just how long ago was he turned? Kertia slowly approached the trembling silhouette and squatted down in front of him. Grabbing a fist full of hair, he jerked the young vampire's head up turning it left and right as if looking for something. There was something odd about this fledging but Kertia couldn't put a finger to it.

 

Within the fledging's eyes, he could see fear. Fear of him...and something else, he could tell. The boy seemed to be fighting against something within himself, streams of tears escaping his eyes. Not that Kertia cared of course, the intruder would die by his hand eventually. But not until Kertia found out what was so odd about him.

 

Finally, Kertia drew closer to him and took a whiff of his neck. So it was the scent. "You have a unique scent," he mused. It was then that he realised how thirsty he was having not drunk for a while since the war. Kertia wasn't really much of a cannibal but somehow, he couldn't help but wonder how such a unique smelling person would taste. And a vampire no less, perhaps the smell indicated that he was a little different? He stuck out his tongue and took a tentative lick at the smooth, flawless skin, then opened his mouth as his fangs elongated, preparing to take a bite...

 

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Nicholi had not expected a hand suddenly grabbing his hair, causing his body to jerk as his head was being forced to the side. He reached up to the man's hand that held a tight grip to his hair, in attempts to pry the other's grip off of him. "Please.... don't..." He whimpered out as his body trembled. Lifting his bright gaze to Kertia when the other leaned in closer to him, and spoke. But it only caused his body to jerk away even more.

 

The mark on his neck, from being turned. Was a curious one. If one looked carefully, they could tell who's mark it was. The one that had sired Nicholi in the beginning, was nothing more than a sadistic being by the name of "Julien Farsa". The man found enjoyment in tricking human's and vampires alike, only to cause them pain and suffering later on. For Nicholi, the pain and suffering was sooner than later.

 

Nicholi found himself struggling against the grip on his hair even more so than before. But when he felt a tongue against his own neck, he let out a startled hiss. His eye's wide as flashbacks took over his mind from the night he had been turned. However, they didnt last long before Nicholi found his hand's engulfing in flames. Fire licked its way across his knuckles and up to his wrists before reaching his elbows.

 

The fire itself wasn't harming Nicholi. It only caused the boy to be surrounded in a warmth glow. Even if he did fear his dark gift. He wasn't able to control this kind of power, and rightly it should have never reared its ugly head until he was at least a couple hundred years old. That was not the case with Nicholi, being only a couple of weeks old in his dark life.

 

Nicholi's gaze flickered along with the flames that danced across his arms. "N-no..." He gasped out. "Not again..." He began to panic, only causing the flames to grow in size and threaten to race over the rest of his body.

[Yukio Takamiya]

Kertia didn't really take notice of the fledging's pleas and whimpers. He ignored the trembles of Nicholi's body, choosing to sate his hunger instead. Even the curious mark on his neck didn't make Kertia stop. But one thing did. The sudden surge of magic in the air made him pause, then the heat touched his skin and Kertia jumped away from the fledging, eyes staring at the growing flames curiously. He certainly didn't do it, so that left them with the fledging. One didn't attain their abilities in the early stages of vampiracy. They went through certain stages depending on the amount of blood they drank. The stage where one attains their ability was usually a decade or so after turned, much less one that was just turned. Just like this one here.

 

Kertia watched the panicked expressions of the fledging. He couldn't control the flames it seemed, no surprise there. The surprise comes when one sees such a young vampire possessing such power. Kertia smirked, such an interesting plaything, he couldn't bear to kill it. It wasn't until the flames reached his feet did Kertia realise his grasses were burning away as well. The tree that they were close to had already been reduced to blackness and was still burning. So immersed he was in his thoughts that he failed notice his burning land.

 

Cursing, Kertia flicked his wrist and the fledging was lifted off the ground, suspended in the air so that he didn't spread anymore flames to the ground. With another flick of his wrist, a gust of wind extinguished the burning grass and tree. Kertia's silver eyes returned to the vampire above him. "Stop panicking," he commanded. "Panicking won't help you at all in controlling your ability." The flames didn't seem to be hurting the fledging, but the same thing couldn't be said for his clothes. Shaking his head, Kertia waited for the fledging to calm down.

[NicholiDeSchidor]

The sudden movement of his body, that he had not caused. Had his frightened gaze turning to Kertia. He was not longer on the ground. However, his body was suspended in the air. So when the other spoke about his panicking, it only made things worse for a bit longer. The fire surrounding his body seemed to fan itself into a bigger inferno. That was until Nicholi tried to shut himself off to the world. Closing his eyes and focusing on something completely different.

 

The fire began to swirl itself around Nicholi as if it were a living breathing thing of its own. A moment longer and the streams of swirling flames began to fly itself around Nicholi until the flames themselves dove into the boy's left hip. Seemingly to become absorbed into something that was unseen... for now. It had taken a long moment before all of the flames that had been surrounding the boy, to disappear. Only when he opened his eyes, he realized just how much that hidden power drained one of their kind... of their energy. Let alone how much energy gets burned up when his power was out of control.

 

Nicholi let a soft groan leave his lips as his reddened gaze darted back to Kertia. "You can let me go, any time now..." He murmured after a moment. But then he thought about it a bit longer. Maybe it wasn't a good idea for him to try to stand on his own. He hadn't been able to feed in a few night's already. Let alone that mishap he had just gone through. If he was able to stand on his own, He surely as hell wouldn't make it to far without falling to the ground.

[Yukio Takamiya]

Kertia watched with mild curiousity as the flames started to disperse, all drawn into a particular spot on the fledging's hip. He let his eyes remain on that spot suspiciously before they shifted to the fledging when he asked to be let down. However, Kertia didn't comply immediately. He contemplated the possibility that he may try to escape, but seeing the exhaustion in the boy's eyes, he didn't have anything to worry about. With a wave of his hand, his magic dispersed and the fledging dropped towards the ground.

 

Kertia made his way towards the fledging and grabbed the back of his collar, lifting him up as he would a cat. Kertia let his eyes travel down the young vampire's body, as if searching for something. He couldn't help it really. With something so uncommon, it just wasn't right to let him go. A fledging whose abilities awoken far too early, it didn't take a fool to know that he would be powerful in future if trained. Kertia's eyes shifted to the mark on his neck, it wasn't anyone's he recognised. He smirked," your Sire, who is he?" It probably wasn't anyone significant if Kertia didn't know him. "He must be awfully stupid if he let someone like you roam around unmonitored."

 

But of course, since Kertia wasn't about to let him go, he was going to take him back. It was the fault of the fledging's Sire for letting his pet roam free. Kertia couldn't be blamed for not returning him. Chuckling to himself, he lifted the fledging over his shoulder in one swift motion and proceeded to return to his domain. The Council would probably come looking for him once they've gotten word of his return, he had to get back as fast as he could and settle the current problem before they came.

[NicholiDeSchidor]

Nicholi didn't like the feeling of being watched, it was as if he were becoming a lab rat all over again. However, it was when he was set back down onto the soft earth that had his ears picking up the noise of Kertia making his way over to him. A low hiss escaped his lips when the back of his neck was grabbed. Keeping him immobilized as he was lifted up once more. His bright red gaze glowed and narrowed at the way he was being treated.

 

Yet, it was when the mark had been brought attention to that he felt his inner self curling up into a ball and trying to find some way to hide. That was the last thing he ever wanted to talk about. His sire... the damn basterd didn't care if he shriveled up and died. So when Kertia spoke up about his Sire, he felt his body trying to jerk away from the hold he was in. Fighting to keep the tears from welling up at the memories. "My sire..." He murmured and lowered his gaze. "Julien." He managed to whisper the name out.

 

The next words of Kertia had Nicholi shaking his head. How wrong this man was about the basterd that had turned him. "He... tossed me out." He murmured after a moment. "I..." He paused for a moment to try to keep the tears out of his voice. "I hurt him with what he called a dark gift, and then he tossed me out. Despite the whispers he continues to torture me, every waking night." It was as if the words had been easy to escape his lips, but with the pain on his face. It was almost all to clear that he had trouble with his Sire.

 

Only when he was shifted and found himself being lifted onto the Kertia's shoulder. His finger's clinched and his wide gaze darted around. "What... uh." He groaned out softly before he was interrupted.

 

-Serves you right. You are a worthless vampire, you can't even defend yourself from someone like... him.- The dark tone was whispered into his mind. Causing a soft whimper to leave him. The more his Sire tortured him, the more he was beginning to believe that he was nothing to this world. "Pl-please... stop." He managed to choke the words out loud. "Im not... what you think I am." Only when he had spoken out loud that he realized that it had not all been in his mind.

 

His fingers clinched to his head. He had managed to get captured by some he-man that apparently wasn't going to let him go. Then on the other hand, he was being tortured by his Maker that wanted nothing more than to watch the life drain from his eyes. Was he seriously this worthless as his Sire claims him to be? Before he was able to stop himself, bloody tears welled up into his eyes. It wasn't just from the knowledge that he was no longer able to hold his emotions back, but deep down something continued to brew within him. Squirming and threatening to grasp control over him. Something that he himself wasn't aware of, the darkness.

 

His fingers slowly released their hold on his head and unconsciously reached to clinch at his hip. His birthmark was becoming a huge problem lately, and half the time he rubbed at the softly glowing red mark without even being aware of it. But this time, his mark was hurting. Burning under a crest that had been burned and marked over top of what his Sire had called a flaw. A flaw that his Sire couldn't bare to look at. The one reason why he had been marked in other mean's besides the normal mean's of marking for vampires. This mark... the burned crest into his hip directly on top of the birthmark wasn't healing. Not like how their normal wound's would. And he doubted that he himself would be able to rid it of himself.

[Yukio Takamiya]

Julien....Kertia thought for a while then shrugged it off. "Don't recognise that name." If he didn't bother remembering a name, or even hear of it, that person is probably not someone worth his time. He could feel the trembles of the body upon his shoulder in which Kertia merely spared a glance. How bad the relationship between the fledging and his master was none of his concern. What Kertia was truly interested in was who this fledging truly was... what made him so different from the others?

 

Upon this 'dark gift' being brought up, Kertia snorted in disdain. It was most probable that Julien didn't toss him out because he was hurt by a little magic. He probably realised that he couldn't handle a fledging this powerful and decided to abandon him. Kertia hated those kinds the most, those who shedded their responsibilities. If Julien had the guts to turn someone, he had better take responsibility until the fledging was old enough to survive on his own. It was then that the trembles on his shoulder became worse and the fledging began talking to himself. He mentioned something about his Sire torturing him with words didn't he? Kertia chose to maintain his silence until the last sentence got his attention.

 

"Oh? And what do you think you are?" Kertia couldn't resist asking this question. The matter on what this fledging truly was, was bugging him. At this moment, Kertia suddenly stopped walking, his brows creased in confusion. He stayed in that spot for a while, simply looking around. Just a while ago, he was walking on familiar grounds and now, he didn't recognise where he was. Wasn't this where his mansion was supposed to be located? In its place instead, a black and rough path had been built with flameless lights along them. Across it, small houses were scattered across the land. Was his home torn down?! Just how long did he sleep?

 

"Kid," he called to the fledging. "What's the date today?"

[NicholiDeSchidor]

Nicholi had hoped that Kertia hadn't of heard what he had said. Mostly because he wasn't to sure how he was to answer for it. So when his ears picked up on the question, he bit at his lower lip. As if searching for the words to explain what his mother had told him when he was little. The memories were still foggy since his turning. He could only pick up on a few pieces as he tried to remember.

 

Continuing to try and get his hip to quit burning, he let a soft groan leave his lips. "Least you could do is let me down, I don't particularly like being carried around as if I were some sort of livestock." He murmured at first. "As for what I am... I cant really remember to much of what mother told me. She only said that at some point in my life, a choice would have to be made. I would have to make some sort of choice that would bring about a great turn of events, or something like that." He whispered.

 

Shaking his head after a moment. "I thought she was a fool to begin with. That was until she pointed out the same birthmark from my father." He began to go silent at that point. He hadn't known much about his father. Other than the fact that he no longer was allowed to see them. Something about a council had gotten upset with what the last savior of their kind had done. How much he would of liked to at least talk with him for a few minutes? To understand more of what he was.

 

Being brought out of his thought with a flinch, his ears picked up on the question. It took him a long moment to try and remember what day it was as his memories slowly started to fade. "September... 24, 1998" He said after he could think more clearly.

 

-You talk to much. You honestly believe that this one is going to sit and listen to your life story?- The dark voice entered his mind once more, Causing Nicholi to grab at his head once again. "Just... Shut up already!?" he groaned out. If one hadn't realized what was going on, most would believe him insane.

[Yukio Takamiya]

Everything the fledging had said till now, led Kertia to suspect that he may not have been human before he was turned. He didn't really think much of those 'great turn of events' comment, believing it to be some human's superstition. After all, when did such a thing ever happen? The boy mentioned something about a birth mark similar to his father's, that meant that the father supposedly had the same fate didn't he? So when did this 'great turn of events' thing happen? During his rest? What, other than human advancement, was great enough to shake the world? At this, Kertia couldn't resist letting out an inelegant snort. "So what is this great birthmark of yours?"

 

Kertia begin to walk along side the black path, hoping that there would be something, somewhere which he recognized. The paths were quiet, devoid of humans walking at this time and Kertia appreciated the silence. But eventually, he gave up looking, for everywhere was practically the same green grass and never-ending black path. "Where-".

 

"Just....Shut up already!"

 

Kertia stopped walking almost immediately, his speech cut off so abruptly. Of course, if he didn't understand the situation, just like anyone he would have thought the boy was talking to him. And if he did think that way, the fledging's head would have probably been lopped off his neck the next second. As a respected elder, no one spoke to him that way, nor would he tolerate anyone speaking to him in such a manner. He relaxed his shoulder, forcing the boy to slide off and tumble to the ground. After which, he squatted in front of the boy, staring at him unsmilingly. "As I was about to say before you so rudely chose to listen to a non-existent voice instead of mine..... Where did you stay before you were turned?"

[NicholiDeSchidor]

The dark voice in his mind was to loud, causing his head to hurt as he clinched his finger's to his temple. His other hand rubbing at the birthmark the best he could despite being carried around like a sack of potato's. Groaning and clinching his teeth, He began to find himself becoming lost within the voice of his Sire. Turning more to the lies that were being told to him.

 

That was until Kertia's voice seemed to slice through his thought's. Shattering them in the process. Opening his hungry crimson eye's at the question being asked. "It's... kind of hard to explain." He managed to say after a moment. "It's just something you have to see for yourself. He shook his head.

 

A low rumble of a chuckle sounded in his mind. -Poor little boy... Your trying so hard not to be afraid. Even when you know that as soon as he find's out just how much trouble you are, then he will kill you off.-

 

Nicholi let another pained groan to leave his lip's. Shutting his eye's tightly, that was until he felt his own body falling from the shoulder that he had been held on. His eye's shot open when he felt the contact of his body hitting the ground. Only to see Kertia staring down at him. At first, he wasn't to sure of what was going on. That was until he heard the man's comment.

 

Another groan left him before shaking his head. "You dont unders-" He paused when he was asked where he stayed before he was turned. It wasn't something he had expected from Kertia, let along expecting anything from the man. His gaze lowered for a long moment as if trying to recall the place he use to live.

 

"Venis..." He murmured. He had ended up with his Sire after being taken away. And for some time, he was carted far away from his home place. That was until he had the accident that caused himself to become disowned.

 

His thoughts turned back to when he was asked about his birthmark. Turning his gaze back to Kertia, only to realize he was still clinching at his hip. A soft glow could be seen from his shirt. Causing his gaze to direct itself down, a confused look on his face for a long moment before he raised his shirt. The birthmark was glowing through the crest that had been branded on him. "Th-ats... never happened before." He groaned to himself. The birthmark in the shape of a dragon, the head was poking out of the top of his pant's. Where the tail traveled down further to wrap itself around the base of his member. It was just the major part of the dragon that the crest had been burned onto.

[Yukio Takamiya]

Venis..... Where the hell was that? Well, no matter, Kertia would just have to bunk off there until.....until he remembered how to get home. Or rather, until he figured out just where his servants moved his home to. Seeing how so much time had passed, was it five centuries? It wasn't surprising that the world would have changed. "Take me there," he outright demanded, not caring whether or not he would be intruding. The fledging could at least remember where he lived right? He hadn't been turned too long ago. Until, Kertia found his domain, he would have to stay there. He didn't want to go to the council to ask where his home was moved to, since they would be keeping an eye on his loyal servants. If there was one thing that wouldn't change, it would be the council's location and Kertia knew just where they would be.

 

It was then that Kertia noticed a bright glow emanating from the boy's hip. He had noticed him rubbing at it for a while now but didn't really pay mind to it, the glow though, told him that it was said birthmark the boy was talking about. The mark was a peculiar one, obviously depicting a dragon that went down into the boy's pants. The mark glowed through an ominous brand that had been burned into the fledging's skin, no doubt the work of his Sire. Something had been done to the brand to prevent it from healing, Kertia could tell. But he was more interested in the birthmark, having never seen anything like it. And he wasn't an idiot to think that it didn't mean anything, especially since the fledging wasn't like the others. At this point, Kertia never made any particular reaction or response, blatantly staring at the fledging like an object to be analysed.

 

"You're a peculiar one," he finally spoke, still staring at the birthmark. Something nagged at him to keep this fledging by his side, but another part of him warned of dangers. Not that he had ever been afraid of taking risks. He wanted to know more, because he hated not knowing anything. If this fledging had been abandoned by his Sire, then he was free to take. Without warning, Kertia suddenly lunged forward, grabbing the fledging's hair and yanking his head to the side. He didn't care if the boy struggled. Due to the previous ordeal, he was probably exhausted by now and wouldn't put up much of a fight. Kertia's fangs sank into the delicate flesh of the fledging's neck as he rapidly began to drain his blood.

[NicholiDeSchidor]

Nicholi had been to preoccupied by the glowing of his birthmark that shown through the crest that his Sire had placed upon him. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, more of an annoyance that wouldn't go away. His gaze traced over the top of his pants, noticing that the glowing was not only from the head of the dragonlike birthmark. However, it moved downwards as well towards the tail that rested wrapped around the base of his member. Not recalling the birthmark having ever done this before, it was a strange event. One that he could not explain as to what was happening.

 

His ears picked up the other's voice, only causing Nicholi to lift his gaze from his glowing skin. But his gaze didn't catch anything but a blur before his hair was grabbed, his head was jerked back and to the side. His throat completely exposed as his dark long hair fanned out behind him. Red rimmed, icy blue eyes widened just for a fraction of a second before a loud yet soft whimper erupted from his throat. The white hot searing pain was the only thing he noticed as fang's pierced the soft skin of his neck.

 

Eyes shut tightly as he began to struggle to get his hands to push against the other's chest. Yet, his strength. The one thing he lacked at the moment, from having the experience of his powers coming out in a rush. It left him with almost none to spare. Soon, his fingers curled their way into Kertia's shirt as soft choking noises left his lips. The pain... it had been worse than the first time he had been bitten. Or was it that he had only grown to sensitive and aware of such a pain.

 

"Pl... ease" His voice strangled and strained, yet growing weaker by the seconds. He hadn't an idea of what he had been about to say, all he wanted right now was to have the pain stop. -Poor little boy... its such a joy to watch your life draining from your eyes. You are to weak to fight against him... just let death take you.- The dark words echoed into his mind.

 

Nicholi's eyes flashed, weak... but it had still been there. "St... stupid... baster-" He voice strangled off. Fingers soon unclinched from Kertia's shirt and fell from their grip, falling to his sides as he was being held up by the other.

[Yukio Takamiya]

Kertia ignored the fledging's weak pleas for him to stop as he drained his blood. What he was about to do couldn't be paused midway. Speaking of which, the fledging's blood tasted particularly delightful and Kertia realized that he had been starving after such a long time. He took large gulps of blood as the fledging began to grow deathly pale, after which, he bit into his own wrist. He held his bleeding wrist over the unconscious boy's slightly parted lips, but the blood couldn't seem to flow well, spilling instead, down the boy's chin.

 

"Tch!" Kertia clicked his tongue in annoyance. He brought his wrist to his own mouth and took in the blood. After which he pressed his lips to the fledging's, letting the blood flow down his throat. Kertia repeated his process several times until the colour finally returned to the fledging's face. Kertia licked the fledging's neck to seal the wound, then his own wrist. With the boy still within his arms, Kertia looked around and sighed a while after that. Perhaps, he had chosen the wrong timing to resire the boy. He should have waited till they had settled down somewhere first. Now he would be forced to wait in the cold for the boy to awaken.

 

Carrying the boy to a nearby tree, Kertia leaned against the tree, the fledging positioned between his parted legs, head resting withing the crook of his neck and shoulder. His arms wrapped around the boy's waist securely as he sat against the tree. Kertia's cloak was large enough to wrap around the both of them snuggly, and just like that, Kertia stared into the night sky as he waited.

[NicholiDeSchidor]

Nicholi couldn't remember the moment that the world descended into darkness, nor of what was happening to his body when he did subcome into the numbing sensation of having his body drained of his blood. But it had happened anyways, he had fallen unconscious despite his strong will to stay awake and fight with every ounce of his abilities.

 

The tainted blood of his Sire was now being replaced with fresh, stronger blood than neither Nicholi nor his Sire could ever imagine. But thankfully, Nicholi was no more aware of it. Things were changing for him, weither he wanted them to or not. He had been tainted by a corrupt vampire that had been bent on causing pain and suffering... could that really be changed by just being resired by another? Not many could survive the change of being resired, nor could many vampire resire another unless they had the will and the strong blood to withstand the trials ahead of them.

 

It was Nicholi's Sire, Julien that had felt the full force of such strong blood. It crawled through him like an ugly itch that wouldn't leave, burning into the bond between him and the one he had Sired to begin with. Having contemplated some sort of disturbance the moment he had pushed his Childe away, he had set a curse upon Nicholi. One that would take time before it would become known. He damned anyone who tried to take his Childe away from him.

 

A slow hiss escaped Nicholi's lips after what seemed like hours. The new blood to him was coursing through him, burning and fighting against the last bit of Julien's blood in him. Finger's clinched to his stomach as he groaned and struggled against the pain that had settled in. His body tensed and his nails seemed to try and dig themselves into his stomach to somehow rid himself of this agonizing pain. However, it had been the moment when the pain subsided and he felt an uneasy calming sensation wash over him. As if someone had put some sort of compulsion on him to calm him down.

 

But the change had been easy to tell. Even if he had been a vampire before, it seemed that what Julien had done... had only been a partial turning. Fingers unclinched themselves from his stomach as his clear icy eye's opened. He no longer felt the pain from his birthmark, which in turn caused him to look and notice that the crest that once had been there was no longer. Instead the birthmark was in its place, no longer glowing.

[Yukio Takamiya]

It was a while later that Kertia started to feel the fledging squirm within his hold. He heard the him let out a low hiss and returned his attention to the boy. At this moment, Kertia frowned, wondering if he had made the right decision to resire the boy. Surely a fledging stronger than the others could survive the change? Kertia shifted his hold so that the boy's head laid in the crook of his elbow, so that he could see his face. He seemed uncomfortable, fingers grasping at his torso. "Relax," Kertia commanded in a deep voice, hoping that the boy could hear him.

 

When he was sure that the fledging was no longer suffering, he shifted back to a more comfortable position. His nose twitched and his red eyes darted back to look at the fledging. Something about him had changed. Kertia had no doubt that he was far stronger that his previous Sire, but the boy was still supposed to be a vampire. Kertia didn't know what changed, but somehow, the boy seemed more...complete. The fledging awoke and Kertia spoke."You're awake....I believed I never asked your name."

[NicholiDeSchidor]

For the longest moment, Nicholi didn't hear anything. Or well, he had not been aware that Kertia had said a word to him. That was until the words managed to reach his ears. Flinching out of his own thoughts to dart his gaze up to meet with Kertia's. It hadn't been out of fear, but yet the others word had still startled him. He tried to get his own words to form from his blood stained lips, and for the longest moment... no sound left him. That was until they managed to come out, in a tone that surprised even him.

 

"Nicholi..." He whispered, but it had been the angelic and innocence that played out in such a voice. He had always had a soft voice to begin with, but maybe this was one of the things that had changed about him when Kertia took him as his own.

 

Nicholi's gaze flickered with a confused look upon his features. Yet, the more he stared up into Kertia's eyes he felt something on a deeper level. Something that he had not gotten from his previous Sire. It was there, shimmering as if it was just a thread. But the blood bond between the two was strong.

 

"Master..." He whispered after the long silence. "What happened?" He paused for a few short seconds as if trying to find the right words. "Why... is it different this time?" He asked.