The Vampyric Song (LoneDigger, Closed, 18+)

[LoneDigger]

"You're right! What I'm actually trying to tell you is that you need to stop being so damn selfish and worry about something else other than yourself!"

Kholodno growled softly, his own patience wearing a bit thin now.

The energy in the room was now almost electric, like a static friction was building between the glare of a blue stained crimson, and a golden glint threatening to pierce through the red.

It was never his intent to come here and fight Dameon, but at the same time he knew it would be impossible to avoid that.

Dameon was one of the most stubborn headed vampyres he had ever dealt with. Words were indeed a waste of time with him, he'd have to use force instead.

One last chance...

"Come quietly and take up your grief with the council. Or I will be forced to deliver the pieces left of you there personally."

[NicholiDeSchidor]

Anger and fire swirled in his eyes. He was already to far gone to let simple words change his mind. No, words meant absolutely nothing to him now. Not when promises were so easily broken. So when Kholodno spoke up about being selfish, it only added more anger to his own words. "Selfish?! Selfish?! I have given until my given is given out?! That is why I turned to this!" He cried out. "And I will bare it no longer!"

 

Had the council only given him the one thing he desired most, then he wouldn't be doing what he had been for the past few years.

 

So when it the next words from Kholodno that caused Dameon to snap. How dare he even suggest Dameon to show up at the councils feet and beg like some damned dog?!

 

Yellow made itself more apparent in his eyes as it swirled within the red and black that had been present. "Never" The words was simple from his lips. But the hidden promise within that one word, meant that he wasn't going to play the councils any longer.

 

Even with all his pent up anger, one could almost see how tired Dameon was of holding up his masks. Tired of fighting for something that might not even show up. It was amusing at first, so see the weak pups the council sent after him. But it was taking its toll on him and his energy. The longer he waited things out, the more he called with all his strength for someone to take him away from this pain and torment.

 

And now he finally snapped. The markings that had barely been present on his skin darkened to the point that it looked like they had been burned into his skin. His nails even had begun to seep black the moment that his darkness was starting to surface. Despite his own fears of calling upon something so dark... so dangerous even for their race. Had he seriously fallen this far? Had no one taken into account of the major reason why he was calling out for their strongest?

 

Apparently not. And now that Kholodno allowed him to get this far, it wasn't like Dameon was going to reign all this back in so easily.

 

The fire that had been in his eyes only moments before seemed to concentrate around his hands, smoldering the part of the foot-board that he had been digging his nails into this whole time. "I warned your little council, back then. And they didn't listen." The hiss no longer resembling Dameon's voice, instead it was more of a demonic tone. One that even had the entire apartments stilling with an unease outside of the room, despite their lack of knowledge of what was going on.

[LoneDigger]

Okay, maybe pushing Dameon this far hadn't been the greatest plan. But Kholodno had to admit he was curious what the other was capable of doing.

"Look... I didn't meant to piss you off this badly. My job sure as hell isn't easy, but hey, that's what makes it fun sometimes."

The elder vampyre hummed, tucking a strand of blond hair so light it almost appeared white behind his ear. Little good did that do since his face was covered in bangs.

But then it was just a nervous habit, playing with his hair like that proved to be a good distraction when things got too heated.

He really didn't want to waste his ability on something like this. It was literally killing him slowly, but he had made a deal with the council.

Though he would give Dameon one last chance to calm down and be more reasonable now that he himself wasn't spitting venom and instead trying to negotiate something

[NicholiDeSchidor]

Dameon narrowed his eyes at the comment. No, Kholodno had pushed him to far. Said the wrong words that were the cause of this. It wasn't like an apology was going to change how Dameon felt about things. No, an apology only seemed to make it worse in the end.

 

A smoldering hand reached out to wrap the clawed fingers around Kholodno's neck, digging his blackened nails into the others flesh in the process. "Listen here... Despite the council playing their games. I have been nothing but serious about my own actions." The words playing out on their own in a demonic hiss as his deadly golden gaze stared down into the others.

 

Tightening his hold on Kholodno's neck. He contemplated on letting his powers out the rest of the way. At how far he had fallen to the hands of his own darkness, it only took one more push and he would completely lose his own sanity in the process. And if anyone was sure of anything, they seriously didn't need another bloodbath.

 

But even as the darkness hold on him tightened, the faster Dameon grew exhausted. Already part of his true self was reaching out. Reaching out to anyone that could keep his monster at bay.

 

Golden eyes flickered between blue and yellow as if Dameon was still there on some unconscious level. It only took one strong enough to look into his very eyes to find the boy deep down, crying for someone to help him rid himself of his curse. So far, no one had taken the time to really understand him. Even his Sire didn't understand him and pushed him away. Could anyone really blame him? He had been only a newborn at the time his Sire left him, with only his darkness to turn to when things became unbearable.

[LoneDigger]

"Let go."

His mouth opened to speak, but not a sound came out since he was unable to breath properly.

Kholodno's eyes widen in fear when he felt Dameon's nails closing around his throat and piercing into the skin.

It would have seemed the obvious reason was that the elder was scared for his own sake, but it couldn't have been any further from the truth.

Something was very wrong indeed with both vampyres and now Dameon was going to find out Kholodno's little secret.

Instead of the blood seeping out the wounds appearing as a normal crimson shade, instead it was pitch black and oozing like a tar.

It wouldn't be long for the younger to feel a burning sensation, and not from the fire, but from his toxic black blood.

He reached out a hand to grasp onto Dameon, trying to push him away before the damage got worse for either of them. The sound of flesh sizzling from both fire and poison burns filled the air with a sickly scent.

He stared right into the other eyes, trying to find some kind of answer. But was he looking hard enough? Was he even really trying? The blue grey was already lost from his own eyes, and they too were fading into blackness.

[NicholiDeSchidor]

"No... You are going to listen to me." The words rang out in the room, as if they hadn't even come from Dameon's mouth. Tugging Kholodno closer despite the fearful gaze on the other's face. His own darkening even more with the ancient writing of the seal that had been placed on him by the council themselves. Keeping his darkness at bay, unless Dameon faltered. Only then would his demon be released completely.

 

But what exactly was Dameon trying to explain. His darkness already had to tight of a grip on him, and his true self was lost to the bloodshed that his inner demon demanded.

 

Only when he felt the tingling sensation of his fingertips sizzling against something he had not taken into consideration. But who could blame him, when Kholodno had never spoke up about this?

 

No matter that his fingers were burning with toxins, it was when he felt the hand pushed up against him. Trying to push him away. Dameon let another hiss leave his lips, only to tug Kholodno closer once more. This time it hadn't been just a gentle tug. No, this time Kholodno's body was pulled up against his own. Let alone that small fact, it was sudden press of their lip's that seemed to silence the room itself.

 

Weither it had been an accident, no one could really know. That was until the flames around Dameon's hands ceased, his hand slowly unclinched from the other's neck. His once blackened nails were back to their normal color, despite the toxins that had painted his fingers.

 

Dameon's eyes slowly parted, no longer the golden demonic color that had just been there. No, this time they were the brightest of blues as the ancient writing began to fade from his skin.

[LoneDigger]

So Dameon was going to force him to listen up. But as he waited for some kind of confession out of the other instead he got a kiss on the lips.

He had not been expecting that, in fact in that moment when the younger violently pulled him closer he thought that it was going to be met with a violent blow to his face, and not that more tender touch.

But it didn't last long enough for Kholodno to dwell on the feeling and he was left standing there, only inches away from Dameon's lips again as he stared into eyes that had once again became clear pools of blue.

The elder panted softly, breathless from being strangled or kissed, whichever it was. It was such a strange feeling he wasn't even aware of the irritating burning sensation left behind on his neck, which was still gently oozing blood from the small punctures.

"... Come with me."

Now this wasn't a demand to go to the council. No, this was a different kind of invitation.

[NicholiDeSchidor]

One could say that Dameon was tired of fighting. Tired of calling out without some result. Maybe he was just tired of the whole thing. But there was just that one glimmer of hope that just maybe... Just maybe there was just one out there that could have the strength needed to be his wall to lean against. The one to stand there through it all without running in terror when Dameon's darkness decided to rear its ugly head and try to take control of the situation.

 

Blue hues flickered ever so slightly the moment the kiss had been broken, only to have Dameon's grip drop from Kholodno's throat. A sudden step was taken back from the man, before he felt the urge to turn on his heel and run off once again. It wasn't out of anger this time, actually... it was out of confusion.

 

His face had softened from its angry scrawl he wore only moments before. In its place was a child like confusion. In a sense... Dameon was still very much a child even in the vampyric world. Maybe that was one of the reasons why the council wanted to stop the secrets from being leaked in his music.

 

But right now, he didn't think about any of that. There was just so much unexplained in that very moment. It frightened him, for some unspeakable reason... He really was scared. Much unlike Dameon to be frightened of anything, even when he was younger. However, it had been just this one thing that had him standing there as if he couldn't move in the first place.

 

It was Kholodno's words that reached his ears that had Dameons gaze lift to meet with the other's. The man had not used the same tone as before when he was trying to command Dameon to stop his tactics and go to the council. No, this time it had been soft, almost a plea if you could call it that. But even that had Dameon taking another step back from the man.

 

He really was tired of fighting. Exhausted beyond his years by keeping his tough act up. He had never gotten his chance to be... truly happy.

 

"Why?"

[LoneDigger]

"... Because if you are going to kiss me like that, then you had better learn to do it properly."

Kholodno's lips curled up ever so slightly in the smallest of smirks, but it was not out of spite or anything, in fact it was gentle and amused.

Dameon had always been an interesting case, maybe that's what had attracted the older vampyre to the younger in the first place back then.

The urge to protect him had always been there, but yet Kholodno had made his own mistakes, some which hurt Dameon more than they had ever hurt him. Because back then maybe the other had looked to him as an older brother, or even perhaps a father figure. Or maybe even something much more than that. Just maybe...

Kholodno knew Dameon was uncertain, that he was afraid. He just needed someone to give him some kind of real purpose to life that wasn't just crying out in song trying to reach someone who was never going to answer the sorrowful call.

[NicholiDeSchidor]

Dameon's gaze lowered to his hand at the answer to his question. If he wasn't so severely confused, he was almost certain that he would of let his darkness take hold of him again. Why did Kholodno have to make this into a joke when Dameon had only asked a rather serious question?

 

He was out of his depth here. Let alone having kissed Kholodno, even if it hadn't been on purpose from the start. The action seemed to hurt him more, instead of helping his own situation. Instead, he found himself dropping his hand to his side and simply turning from the man.

 

Despite his confusion, his pained questions, or even his need for those answers. He found himself unable to stand there. Only when he had made it to the door of the room, he stood there. Staring at the handle of the door as if it would open just at the glance alone. But it was the thoughts in his own mind that wouldn't let him raise his hand.

 

"Im... so tired, Kholodno." He finally admitted after a long moment. It was as if he couldn't make up his mind. But who could really blame him for that. For having been the one to go against the councils wishes in the first place, fighting every last one of the councils pups, all the way to having done something stupid as having kissed Kholodno.

 

Silence seemed to play out longer the more that Dameon went over his own thoughts. But for some strange reason, he couldnt get himself to open the blasted door in front of him. Not matter how much he strained to get his hand to work for him. It was in that moment that he turned his gaze back to Kholodno, this time despite the brightness of his eyes. Exhausted set in on his face.

 

"Im so tired of fighting..."

[LoneDigger]

"I'm never asked you to fight me..."

Kholodno replied evenly, his voice cool and low as ever. If he had come here for a battle then the room would already be soaked in Dameon's blood, and likely his own too.

But that's really not what he wanted at all. If anything them colliding would result likely in both their demises. One consumed by flame, the other devoured in poison.

The elder vampire forced his legs to move forward, approaching the other from the back as he stood right behind him and reached for his hand, gently grasping onto it.

He wasn't giving up. But now he wasn't worried about how the council wanted him to deal with this issue, now he was just focused on getting Dameon to smile again.

[NicholiDeSchidor]

His gaze turned back to the door at the other's words that reached his ears. If he didn't show up on the councils word, how could he honestly expect Dameon not to fight to keep from being dragged back to that damn hall to be judged by the lot of them?! But even with those kinds of thoughts, he was unable to show his own displeasure at such words.

 

So it was when he felt the gentle touch to his hand, his gaze flickered with various emotions. Not even a flinch ran through him at the touch. He was to far gone for that to be an issue. No, what he needed at that moment was the very thing he had been calling for. A wall to lean on.

 

But again, it was the way that his hand had been grasped. The gentle touch alone that had his own shoulders showing signs of a light tremble running over his body. For how long had he been fighting against anyone that tried to stop him? He couldn't remember any more. Everything was blurring together over the past months. And the more he called out, the more he distrusted the council that was sent his way.

 

One simple movement, and that was all it took for him before he found himself turning into Kholodno's embrace. It was all he could do in that moment, and part of himself felt as if it had been expected of him to cave in. He wanted to hide away, somewhere dark never to come out into the spotlight ever again. Or at least until his confusion cleared up.

 

"Kholodno..." His voice was barely even a thread of sound. He wasn't even sure what he had been about to say, or even ask. But there was thing that was for certain... he needed this. Even if the actions of such a gentle touch, hurt. It was the very thing that he needed in his confusion and exhaustion.

[LoneDigger]

It was an almost dreadful scene at first, seeing the old blackened hand reaching for the smoother paler one, like those two colors should never collide, like night and day. But it you will prefer to look at if as Yin and Yang, instead of what it really was.

When Dameon did not pull away, he interlaced their fingers together gently and held on just like that.

Slowly the other seemed to be lowering his guard and seeking some smallest shred of comfort from Kholodno who found himself wrapping his arm lightly around the younger when he leaned into him, feeling him tremble.

The vampyre knew he was never one that was even remotely good at fixing things when they were broken, and the same went for emotions. But this was something he really had to try... Try again and actually make a difference this time instead of leaving things broken.

He wanted to tell Dameon that everything was going to be okay, but that would have been the biggest lie of all. So he didn't say anything at all, because no words could heal that kind of pain.

He'd already said enough, and all it had done was push him to mental limits and threatened to tear him up inside. He should have known better than to play with the demon inside Dameon like that.

[NicholiDeSchidor]

Moments past by as if time itself stood still. The longer he stayed in Kholodno's embrace, the more Dameon let his own anger fall away from him. And when the last bit of his pent up anger for that night fell away, that was when the broken part of himself surfaced. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes the more he trembled in the others arms. The heartache he felt from being abandoned those long years ago resurfacing.

 

No, he wouldnt let those tears fall. If it was one thing to feel that deep sadness and pain, it was another to break himself completely down and cry in front of another. No, that was something he couldn't let himself do. So he only did what he could in that moment. He buried his face into Kholodno's shoulder.

 

Silence played out between them. And the longer that silence played out, the longer that Dameon mentally beat himself up over his own past. The worse things got for him.

 

"Kholodno..." His voice muffled into the others shoulder. But even with his voice muffled, one could still hear the deep heartache in his voice.

 

"Take me away... Please."

 

It was there, the point that Dameon had broken himself down enough to have pleaded to be taken away from this idiocy that he had been doing for the past few years. It only showed just how exhausted he was from having to deal with the council, all the way to dealing with the mortals that constantly begged him to turn them.

[LoneDigger]

Dameon was so close to him now surely the other vampyre could smell the faint, but unmistakable scent that Kholodno carried.

It was a mixture of something like spices like sage, and perhaps a slightly musty but sweet scent, like a hint of old books.

Hopefully the other did not mind, but judging from the way he had already buried his face into his shoulder, brushing aside some of the long light blond strands against his cheeks.

But the elder just stood there holding Dameon together who was threatening to fall apart, but it was as if by embracing him like this he was actually trying to hold the other together so he would not break into pieces or subcome to the deepest loneliness of all which was impossible to crawl out of again.

Time seemed to move in a strange way when they were together. One minute Dameon had pleaded that he take him away, and the very next they were gone. Finding themselves in Kholodno's home as if they had been there all along.

It wasn't until they were in the safety of behind closed doors that he dared to let go of the younger for just a moment.

[NicholiDeSchidor]

It didn't feel like either of them had moved from the room. Or thats what it seemed to Dameon the moment he had shut his eyes and buried his face into Kholodno's shoulder. He had no idea this is how things were going to turn out. Even if someone had mentioned anything of the sort to him months a head of time. He was the type that would of laughed at the thought of it.

 

But at this very moment, he couldn't find anything amusing about the situation. Not when his emotions were in turmoil. No, the only thing he could feel was the need of a comforting hand and a sturdy wall to lean against. That didn't mean that his emotions would always bring him to the point of spilling over his own tears. However, this was at his weakest point.

 

Maybe it had been the frustration of the years gone by that made the pain all that much worse for him.

 

It was only a short moment before he felt Kholodno shifting away from him. His bright gaze lifting only to see that the other had actually taken him away. Had he seriously been that distraught that he had been unaware of what had gone on around him?

 

Dameon let his gaze travel for a long moment. He felt out of place here, for some unknown reason... he felt strange in this place. A soft undistinguished noise left his lips before turning his gaze back towards Kholodno. It was the way he turned to look at the other, that would remind most of a fledgling that had just been turned. Unsure of themselves, and a little frightened of the world a head of them. Then again, considering Dameon's past. Just maybe that is what Dameon felt at that moment.

[LoneDigger]

The way Dameon was looking at him with such a lost and hurtful look in his bright eyes filled Kholodno with all kinds of mixed emotions.

On part of him wanted nothing more than to heal the other, but then that's when his confusion came in... how could he fix him?

He'd already tried before and failed, just being around Dameon again after such a long time felt oddly bittersweet enough already.

But by nature Kholodno even more so as he had aged, was a nurturing leader type. He did care deeply for those he protected, but at the same time he wasn't going to take shit from them either. Kind of a tough love situation.

Kholodno smiled sympathetically as he reached out and lightly grasped both of the younger's hands and held them, pulling the other closer to him and softly bumping his forehead against the other's as he gazed into those confused blue eyes a moment longer before pressing their lips together. The kiss was tender, and lasted just long enough before he had tilted his head back and was now leading Dameon to the bed.

"... Get some rest. Things will feel better when you wake up again."

Kholodno promised as he seemed to tuck the younger in and held onto his hand until Dameon was starting to surrender himself to sleep.

And when the other would awake again he would find that Kholodno was still standing right there, his finger softly smoothing against the back of Dameon's hand.

Having the other rest had given the elder his own time to think and reflect, hopefully they were both ready to talk again now.

[NicholiDeSchidor]

Dameon let his gaze lower the moment his hands were taken a hold of. The way that Kholodno had grasped them so gently as if the other were trying to keep from frightening him even more before he was suddenly pulled closer. Darting his gaze up to meet with Kholodno's the moment their foreheads hit. It hadn't even been a split second before he found the other's lips against his own once more.

 

Tears seemed to well up in his eyes at the tender kiss that he was being given. One would almost think that the gentleness hurt him even more, but it was quite the opposite. The motion itself only caused more emotions to rise within himself within those moments. Blinking his own tears back the moment the kiss was broken only to let a small shaky breath leave his lips.

 

Only then, he found himself being lead towards the bed. The thought struck him hard at the possibilities of what could of been going on before he found himself being tucked in. Dameon turned his head against the pillow that his head rested on only to banish his earlier thoughts.

 

It was then that he realized that Kholodno was still there, still holding on to his hand. His confused gaze lifted to meet once more with his gaze when the others words finally clicked in his mind. His fingers gently squeezed at Kholodno's as if he were afraid that this was nothing but another one of his idiotic dreams, only to torment him when he awoken to find out that it had not been real in the first place.

 

The sun had already begun to rise, and like all younglings, Dameon felt his eyes growing heavy. Still after this years, he was still unable to bare the weight of the sun unlike the elders and ancients of their race. A strangled undistinguished noise left his lips before his bright eyes finally drifted shut.

 

It hadn't been such an easy sleep for him. There were moments that his body would fight to try and awaken. But it was dreams that were to blame for that. Old memories surfaced... painful memories...

 

~~~~~~

 

"Master... Please!?" Dameon cried out to his Sire the moment he was being cast out of his dark home. "I dont understand, why are you casting me away?"

 

"Because of what you are. It is best we both part ways, I can no longer take care of you. Not with this thing... you have become." The painful answer hit Dameon in the face like a brick wall.

 

He was the monster. His Sire was unable to cope with the darkness in his Childe.

 

~~~~~

 

It was only when the sun had begun to set that Dameon's eyes snapped open with such terror. Shock washing over his face for the longest of moments. His gaze looking at nothing in particular as the memories still fresh in his eyes.

 

When his vision slowly came back to him, that he realized that it had only been in his mind. That the nightmare had only been his past memories resurfacing. Even so, it still hurt him deeply that he was still able to remember such painful times. If only he were able to let that part of his own past go.

 

Dameons fingers twitched ever so slightly to draw his attention to his hand. The realization of what had just happened the night before was slowly becoming clear to him again. He had pleaded to Kholodno to take him away from his torment. As if afraid to even look at the accusing gaze from Kholodno, he kept his own gaze on the hand still holding on to his.

[LoneDigger]

Kholodno was left to his own disturbing thoughts as he stood there keeping guard over the sleeping Dameon. In his rest he looked so vulnerable and troubled. It took all his willpower not to shake the younger awake again when it seemed that he was in a nightmare that he could only imagine had something to do with his abandonment years ago.

No fledgling deserved that kind of fate, to be rejected by one's sire was almost always a death sentence. Many castaways subcome to starvation. The art of hunting for blood was not as easy as films and media made it seem. But another high cause of fatalities was suicide. Being a vampyre was already a lonely enough business as it was, let alone to be so young and newly changed with no one to guide you.

Kholodno had been one of the lucky ones, though his sire had been cruel at times. He had stuck through it all and raised him. They parted ways eventually, but only after Kholodno was fully matured.

He couldn't even begin to imagine how Dameon must have felt when he was first rejected, and he had honestly tried to sympathize, but he just didn't understand. Perhaps he never would at this point.

But he'd be dammed if he wasn't going to at least try. This time he would be that father figure. Not just some selfish bastard who was preying on Dameon's desperation for companionship and using him for his own gain.

Not that even that was the entire reason back then, had cared too. But it would be a huge lie to deny those facts.

 

When the younger vampyre finally began to awaken again he gave his hand a little squeeze to reassure him that everything was okay. Well... okay as things could realistically be at this time.

He could see the fear still lingering in Dameon's icy blue eyes, and it honestly pained him to see such a look.

"... I'm sorry."

His voice was barely above a whisper.

Kholodno didn't even know what he was apologizing for. Because an 'I'm sorry' couldn't even begin to even patch the years of loneliness and betrayal.

But there was no more harsh judgement in Kholodno's gaze, instead it took had turned away. Deeply ashamed he was barely even able to look at the other so he just grasped onto his hand a bit tighter, never going to let go.

[NicholiDeSchidor]

Dameon's gaze didnt shift away from their hands. Instead his mind continued to play out his own past.

 

~~~~~

 

"What do you mean, Kholodno?" Dameon smirked towards the older vampyre. "I can't help it if once I get started, I can't stop myself til I have had my fill."

 

No matter how many times Kholodno had tried to get Dameon to slow down. To take into consideration that becoming a gluttonious pig wasn't a good thing. Dameon wasn't listen. It honestly wasnt his fault in all this. His Sire could be to blame for his own actions. For having Dameon feed solely from his Sire for the entire duration with him, his hunger had grown. Now he could drain a whole town and barely be sated from his hunger.

 

"This isn't right, Dameon. Your spilling more than you can take in. You can not tell me that your still starving after the tavern?" The question rang in Dameon's ears.

 

~~~~~

 

Fingers curled in Kholodno's hand a bit to tightly. Why now of all times, did that memory have to surface? A strangled groan left his lips for a moment before his gaze turned to the other. If it was one thing at all that didn't have to be said. It was the fact that he craved that one thing that could sate him.

 

But with how things had gone in his past. He knew he would be damned before he would take his Sire's blood ever again, if given the chance. No, what the man had done to him. Even if his Sire had begged it of him, he would refuse. His pain was to deep for him to even consider doing such a thing.

 

"Kholodno..." Dameon's voice cracked just slightly. It had been the hunger calling out in himself that even had him looking to the other at that moment. "I..." he paused for a long moment to drop his gaze from the other, as if even ashamed for having brought up those memories. "I need to feed my monster." He finally admitted even to himself. It was one thing for a Dameon to admit he even held something so dangerous within himself. It was something much worse when he even declared that his monster was slowly eating at him to the point that he could no longer deny the fact.

[LoneDigger]

"Dameon... You can't. Never drink from me, understand?"

Kholodno had suddenly let go of the other's hand as a darkened expression changed his face.

It wasn't Dameon's fault, but the other had no idea how toxic his blood had become. Truth was even Kholodno himself was still figuring out his power's full capabilities.

Perhaps it was possible for someone to drink his blood and survive, but he highly doubted it. One thing was for sure, if his own blood was slowly rotting him out from the inside out, destroying him.

But seeing how he might be scaring the other with that sudden attitude change he cleared his throat and a more relaxed demeanor returned to the elder.

"... I'll find you something better to drink instead. We can go hunting together."

[NicholiDeSchidor]

Dameon lowered his gaze at the others tone. It was the same as last time. Kholodno had refused to give him what he needed, in order to keep his demon sated. The moment he felt the others hand leave his. His fingers clinched around air before turning his head against the pillow.

 

Even if Kholodno found him something. It wouldn't be the same. It wasn't just another vampires blood that he craved. It was the meaning behind taking another of their kinds, to take from one of their kind that they had been close with. It sated the demon more than it would if it had been coming from a stranger.

 

Shaking his head after a moment, only to stare at the emptiness of the room. "I... will be fine." He murmured. Despite the obvious lie that either of them knew. If his monster wasn't sated, Dameon would go on another rampage later on. Shifting on the bed so that he was sitting up. He couldn't allow himself to look at Kholodno, not at that moment. Not when his obvious hunger demanded to be filled.

 

He stayed quiet after that, letting his gaze drift down to the bed in silent thought. Letting his silent questions circle his mind over and over again. The deeper part of himself held anger after Kholodno had refused him once again. But it was the hurt part of Dameon that stayed on the surface this time. The broken part of Dameon still very clear to anyone who noticed.

[LoneDigger]

"I... I honestly don't know what could happen if you drank my blood. It's a killer..."

Kholodno confessed quietly. Those who came into contact with his blood were left with chemical burns at the very best case, and in the worst... death itself.

"You know if that weren't the case I wouldn't hesitate to let you drink from me... but Dameon, I just can't... can't take that risk with you..."

His eyes narrowed, full of sorrow but no tears threatened to spill. Though he was deeply upset it was that kind of sadness that dug so deep not even tears could emerge.

The elder vampyre reached out towards the younger, but then suddenly stopped. As if he were afraid of hurting Dameon more than ever before.

[NicholiDeSchidor]

Kholodno clearly had misunderstood when Dameon had said he would be fine. However, Dameon shook his head at Kholodno's excuses. "When I said I will be fine." He paused for a long moment before letting his fingers clinch to the mattress under him. "I meant, that you didn't have to do it. I meant that I would be fine without your blood." He murmured.

 

But despite his own words about the topic. Dameon knew that it had been a lie. Who was he kidding? It was obvious that Kholodno knew something about his hunger otherwise the other wouldn't be kicking up such a fuss over this. Or was it that Kholodno didn't want to see him go into a demonic bloodlust again?

 

He pushed those thoughts aside, no longer wishing to remember those memories he had shared with the other when they had been younger. A soft sigh left his lips, if only it was that simple to relax and pretend that everything was fine. But he could try... couldn't he? It wasn't like his darkness was pushing all that hard at that moment.

 

Despite his gaze being on the bed in front of him, he still felt the ghost like touch before Kholodno backed off. Was it amusement in the act that had him sitting there, as if the other hadn't even tried to reach for him.

 

"Im not going to break, Kholodno." He let the soft murmur leave his lips. It had been the same words he told the other back then. After the bloodlust he had shared with the other, the first time. Kholodno had been so afraid to reach for him after Dameon had filled himself on to much blood that even he had a hard time coping with the destruction he had done. "You of all people should know that by now." He whispered after a moment.

[LoneDigger]

Dameon was a monster when he got high off the blood lust like back then. At first it had just been a fun little game to the younger Kholodno, until he saw that demon surface. Then things weren't so funny anymore, but yet he was still intrigued. As if it had only drawn him in further by that fascination. Like, here was vampyre that could really challenge him, even probably kill him. It was just such a thrill...

However now Kholodno wasn't seeing things that way, he was too old for those games now. Plus the council would hunt him down as the mere whiff of that kind of blood bath.

 

"I know this is what you crave..."

His voice was soft again, his grey blue eyes suddenly drifting down to his blackened arms, staring at a specific spot for what seemed like a very long while when suddenly his other hand moved like viper, his nail slashing open the flesh and letting the blood ooz out. It was a bit thicker in texture than what could be considered normal, but perhaps strangest of all was when the blood met the air outside it began to change shape, drifting upwards in an impossible motion as if it were being controlled...