First Night [Part 2; con't from Shini's musebox]
Continuation of this thread
Dracula eyes widened just slightly in disbelief, and shook his head - in much the matter of a grandfather tsking an unruly child. "I cannot."
"You did this to me, undo it!" Omi shouted, not even realizing that his fangs were bared. Not even realizing that he had fangs.
"I state the truth, no need to bear your fangs at me." The count approaches again, his body language calm and commanding. He is the master of the domain, and sire.
Omi tried to back away, but he was already up against a wall. That calmness and command were washing over him again. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight it, but he's never had much in the way of strength against psychic abilities. He opened his eyes again, looking up at Dracula, the light in them considerably dimmer.
He absentmindedly stroke Omi's throat - just above where he bit the young man. "Innocent little Hansel, blood-stained innocence. Quite the contradiction."
Inwardly, Omi shivered, but his body moved into his hand. The tiny bit of him that was still aware felt sick, as he felt himself finding pleasure in the touch, and undying loyalty and affection to the man who had done this to him.
There is a hint of a smirk on the blood-stained lips, and it seems that the Vampire is getting slightly younger - the white hair being more iron gray. "I just had to see this contradictory figure."
Omi wanted to push him away, to do anything to get away from him, but he couldn't move away. He knew the man must be doing something to him, to force him to allow him this close, but he couldn't figure it out. "N-not a contradiction," he managed to spit out, trying to fight against the suggestion.
"How many have you killed, Little Hansel?" He eased up on the mental pressure just a touch, and lifted his hand way, the cut he made into it was already healing.
"I-I don't know," Omi answered truthfully. Weiss had been active for 2 years, and that wasn't even counting his training.
He closed his wolf-like eyes. "Too many to count? And yet, innocence. What is innocence to you?"
"Innocence?" Omi was startled by the question. True, he knew that what he did for a living was wrong, but... He had always considered himself innocent. He wasn't like the ones they hunted. 'Never forgive the bad ones.' That's what he'd been taught, right? What they were doing was right, it was just. These people hid themselves, protected themselves from the law. And kept on hurting people, kept on ruining lives. They had to be stopped, to protect the innocent. And if it had to be done, then it couldn't be wrong... right? Omi's mind raced, not even realizing that he was going in circles that made little sense, nor that he wasn't vocally answering the vampire.
Dracula just smiled. "Well?"
"I-I... I don't know..."
The vampire answered. "You know nothing of innocence, so who are you to judge on that matter?"
"I protect the innocent!" Omi insisted.
"But you still haven't answered about your own state, Hansel." The vampire pointed out with the authoritive tone of a king overseeing his court.
Omi's eyes dimmed again. "I... I only do what I'm told. We hunt the Dark Beasts. We're not doing anything wrong."
Again Dracula touched him, to brush hair from his dimmed eyes. "And yet you hide in shadows, stalk in the night. If the cause is right, would you not hunt in the light of day?"
And again, Omi's body reacted with pleasure to the touch, against what little free will he had. "I-if we had to."
"'If we had to' are words of someone who knows he has to hide what he does." The man stated quite plainly. "But you prefer the darkness."
"N-no! I don't!" Omi didn't sound completely convinced of his own words, though.
"Ah hah - what is that hitch in that voice that I hear? Uncertainity? Are you denying what you are? A man has to be honest with himself, Hansel."
"Th-that's not... not my name..." With ever counter Dracula gave to Omi's rather unsound arguments, the boy was losing more and more of his confidence in himself, and his mind was becoming more and more confused.
"Then what is your name? The one you wear now, the one you use while creeping in the shadows? Hmmm? Do you even know?"
Omi was about to answer, when he paused. What was his name... was it Omi? That name has been given to him by Persia, not his parents. Was it Mamoru? His parents hadn't wanted him, so why had they bothered naming him anyway? Was it Bombay? Bombay was a necessary evil in the world, but he'd never asked to become Bombay. It was just another name given to him, this time by Kritiker.
Dracula looked almost impatient as he waited for the response, and then finally spoke, without any mental pressure behind it. "A man should be able to answer that question in an instant, and yet - it has been five minutes. Had you lost your memory of your true name?"
"I... I don't know what my name is," Omi mumbled, barely above a whisper. "No one who loved me gave me a proper name."
Dracula eyes widened just slightly in disbelief, and shook his head - in much the matter of a grandfather tsking an unruly child. "I cannot."
"You did this to me, undo it!" Omi shouted, not even realizing that his fangs were bared. Not even realizing that he had fangs.
"I state the truth, no need to bear your fangs at me." The count approaches again, his body language calm and commanding. He is the master of the domain, and sire.
Omi tried to back away, but he was already up against a wall. That calmness and command were washing over him again. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight it, but he's never had much in the way of strength against psychic abilities. He opened his eyes again, looking up at Dracula, the light in them considerably dimmer.
He absentmindedly stroke Omi's throat - just above where he bit the young man. "Innocent little Hansel, blood-stained innocence. Quite the contradiction."
Inwardly, Omi shivered, but his body moved into his hand. The tiny bit of him that was still aware felt sick, as he felt himself finding pleasure in the touch, and undying loyalty and affection to the man who had done this to him.
There is a hint of a smirk on the blood-stained lips, and it seems that the Vampire is getting slightly younger - the white hair being more iron gray. "I just had to see this contradictory figure."
Omi wanted to push him away, to do anything to get away from him, but he couldn't move away. He knew the man must be doing something to him, to force him to allow him this close, but he couldn't figure it out. "N-not a contradiction," he managed to spit out, trying to fight against the suggestion.
"How many have you killed, Little Hansel?" He eased up on the mental pressure just a touch, and lifted his hand way, the cut he made into it was already healing.
"I-I don't know," Omi answered truthfully. Weiss had been active for 2 years, and that wasn't even counting his training.
He closed his wolf-like eyes. "Too many to count? And yet, innocence. What is innocence to you?"
"Innocence?" Omi was startled by the question. True, he knew that what he did for a living was wrong, but... He had always considered himself innocent. He wasn't like the ones they hunted. 'Never forgive the bad ones.' That's what he'd been taught, right? What they were doing was right, it was just. These people hid themselves, protected themselves from the law. And kept on hurting people, kept on ruining lives. They had to be stopped, to protect the innocent. And if it had to be done, then it couldn't be wrong... right? Omi's mind raced, not even realizing that he was going in circles that made little sense, nor that he wasn't vocally answering the vampire.
Dracula just smiled. "Well?"
"I-I... I don't know..."
The vampire answered. "You know nothing of innocence, so who are you to judge on that matter?"
"I protect the innocent!" Omi insisted.
"But you still haven't answered about your own state, Hansel." The vampire pointed out with the authoritive tone of a king overseeing his court.
Omi's eyes dimmed again. "I... I only do what I'm told. We hunt the Dark Beasts. We're not doing anything wrong."
Again Dracula touched him, to brush hair from his dimmed eyes. "And yet you hide in shadows, stalk in the night. If the cause is right, would you not hunt in the light of day?"
And again, Omi's body reacted with pleasure to the touch, against what little free will he had. "I-if we had to."
"'If we had to' are words of someone who knows he has to hide what he does." The man stated quite plainly. "But you prefer the darkness."
"N-no! I don't!" Omi didn't sound completely convinced of his own words, though.
"Ah hah - what is that hitch in that voice that I hear? Uncertainity? Are you denying what you are? A man has to be honest with himself, Hansel."
"Th-that's not... not my name..." With ever counter Dracula gave to Omi's rather unsound arguments, the boy was losing more and more of his confidence in himself, and his mind was becoming more and more confused.
"Then what is your name? The one you wear now, the one you use while creeping in the shadows? Hmmm? Do you even know?"
Omi was about to answer, when he paused. What was his name... was it Omi? That name has been given to him by Persia, not his parents. Was it Mamoru? His parents hadn't wanted him, so why had they bothered naming him anyway? Was it Bombay? Bombay was a necessary evil in the world, but he'd never asked to become Bombay. It was just another name given to him, this time by Kritiker.
Dracula looked almost impatient as he waited for the response, and then finally spoke, without any mental pressure behind it. "A man should be able to answer that question in an instant, and yet - it has been five minutes. Had you lost your memory of your true name?"
"I... I don't know what my name is," Omi mumbled, barely above a whisper. "No one who loved me gave me a proper name."