Ancient Wounds Pt10 i
Previous Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5i, 5ii, 6, 7, 8, 9i, 9ii
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“My love, be guarded” I cautioned you the eve after you making “we do not understand the stamina the blood has taken with you. Stay at my side and be vigilant, for you may not hold the strength to make a kill alone just yet”
Memory can recall many an action, and none such so clear as times when you were dependant upon me for your strengths. I am, as you must well know, strongly protective by nature and deeply proud of the occasions I have defended you. You understand, I am of course, not truly an individual who takes violent action but in fact a pacifist lest provocation sway me otherwise.
This night the city wore her colder face, and it was lurking in the shadows we cloaked ourselves from human eyes. Mater and Childe sought out that meal of First Blood I knew was needed that death might take you down gently with her into your transition, tonight was a night for teaching.
You were like a child learning life again at my tuition, so fascinated were you by the nuance of a black city witnessed through blue eyes that saw beyond what you thought ever existing.
Yet I kept you close to me in the dark, letting you wander on occasion that you may marvel at it’s simple beauty.
I saw the glassy glint of your gaze, you had fallen in love with the way the puddles of gasoline burst into shards of rainbow when mingled with the rain. I remember how captivated I had been at your stage, I would not deny you your exploration.
Coat flowing gently in the cold breeze you took my arm and tugged eagerly at it in signal. The light across the street illuminated a lone figure smoking a cigarette, I knew then what your heart desired.
It was a young man, with short fawn hair and a jacket of black leather, by his differing stance he was drunk yet I found something beautiful in the way his lips held the cigarette and
how rugged he appeared.
“I want him, Master” my little dandy purred softly “will you let me try him? I know your tricks, sir. I could handle him alone with all you have taught me…he is drunk surely he will be easy enough..”
You were pleading with me and I was sure enough you were able, so I yielded to your little whim.
“Yes, sweet one, but I shall stay close by in darkness and watch over the deed. Would you concede that?” I brushed my hand over your cheek, it was still warm with the lingering
remainder of life that had not yet left your person.
Soon enough those cheeks that were rosy would pale into whiteness, but it would take time. You nodded and proceeded to slip through the silhouettes cast by the towering apartments towards the place your prey staggered. I remain away, ever watchful. Though I heard nothing, the movements of your hands and the way your hips swayed so subtly told me you had taken my lessons to heart.
Always I had told you, seduction was your greatest weapon with which to find the blood. Eyes which had taken over since your rebirth might only be glared with intent, that they could cause a mortal revulsion or lust. These were your gifts to use at your will.
Kisses I saw you place upon his tender throat, and felt I no jealousy but pride as you took him into a fatal embrace and place supple lips to a drunkards throat. My beloved pupil was amides his first kill, how the sight delighted me.
The way you moved with him threatened to arouse my carnal nature should it proceed as alluringly as it was now, I observed you keenly as you were swift and cunning in your retribution. I knew his scent from where I stood, the deep odour of gin soaked into his flesh,
I watched immersed into the animalistic manner you held the taller man by the waist and began to bend him slowly down at the hip that you might take the little first drink, the lamplight playing across his leather and your gleaming eyes.
Quickly something altered in the atmosphere whence I realized you had not made the kill, the delicate sequence of familiar moves had been halted and the dance you once led was now broken as you stood still as stone in the light. The drunkard lifted a heavy hand and placed it about your throat, neck muscles twisting awkward to meet you gaze.
Horror ripped through me as I realized my first perception had been correct, and that your stillness was owed to the now visible filthy hand of the drunkard gripping your vocal cords tight that not even my preternatural ears heard a quivering breath. Your eyes glazed over with an eerie sheen of crimson and instantly I knew you would be crushed lest I not intervene.
Striding through the dull shadow I moved ungodly swift, and before the disoriented mortal could breath his last, took his head between my hands and broken his neck with an almighty crack. Instantly he fell with a weak groan to the hardness of the sidewalk, he would not move again.
You rasped now on your knees, gasping for the cold air to spill into your starved lungs and cease the burning. I had been right, your mortal shell was still with you waiting to be flooded with the blood. You were not strong enough.
“Hold still sweet darling,” I crooned by hand upon your chest, steadying your wild breaths “Bam, you are not ready”
Slowly but surely you found your rhythm and your heart no longer struggled, whether it was shock that had caused it to beat to fiercely or the torrent of healing red searing through, I was unsure.
“What now, Lord?” You panted, throwing yourself to awaiting embrace like one of half your years, begging me with your gently yet clinging grip to have me protect you and guide you. My crystalline fingernails ran through tresses of your dark hair, watching them glitter under the light of the streets as I comforted you. I gestured down to the corpse at our feet.
“Drink, and be unafraid” I instructed simply “see that his head is turned almost completely backwards? Do you suppose he is watching up at us?”
“Surely not, sir. He is dead” you replied peering down cautiously at the foul smelling cretin.
“Are you certain of this?” I smirked and kicked the rancid heap “The heart still beats after the body is broken, he is still warm. Drink, do it now as time grows short and so does the hour ‘til dawn. We shall retreat soon, fair one”
I need not have told you more, as you were quick to do as told. Ah, Bam, my beloved. I would see to it no one would ever harm you as long as I still stood .
As I have asserted, I am a protecting sort, one whom would gladly lay down immortal life for the love of you, my darling one.
Yet have others ever stood to my defence? Surely, I cannot recall I time when someone had been at my side and been willing to risk their life for me. Not even my own mother could save me if she had seen what I’d been through, all be it for the amount she loved me.
Perhaps however, I lie to you just there, just perhaps. There was one who was willing to fight for me, there was one who dared…
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The year was 1912, December and approaching Christmas day for all those under God. In the past year I had been caught up in a whirlwind of romance, love, fear and revulsion. My mind was plagued by the constancy of carnality, having to bow down as my Master made a concubine of me, filling me with his vast knowledge taking payment from me in the night upon my bed sheets and by a blade of unwanted lust.
I was a young man of two-and-twenty years, and highly educated in fine literature and philosophy as well as affairs of accountancy. Master Vuori was a cruel beast, but at least the frightened young boy he had thrown out into the snow many years ago had been now raised into an outwardly wise young gentleman (all be it a timid, and somewhat introverted gentleman).
And as such, visiting the town central as often as I did, I became the subject of much local banter. That is of course, I had not gone unnoticed by many middle-aged women of class as one of wealth and good breeding…which swiftly lead them to believe me a goodly suitor to copious numbers of daughters.
Mind you, the fact no one knew my name and were under the rather odd assumption I was Master Vuori’s youngest son, meant that remaining out of their way was easy enough accomplished. And besides, I had eyes for only one in that village, and he was far more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever beheld.
Surely enough I made my way down the now rather icy dirt path, feeling no fear or haste, for my Master had gone away for the eve on ventures as he so put to me. This particular December was a stiff one, and the night was especially black as pitch.
Treading carefully across the pack ice I walked the lonely way towards the town, my stomach was slightly a flutter as this evening by chance promised to be an eventful one. It was in this month of Yuletide a gracious invitation had been extended to me, requesting that I accompany my darling Emmanuel to a gathering to celebrate the season hosted by his parents.
This, on further contemplation began to put knots in my stomach. Holding my composure as the path narrowed around spidery pines and onto the first of the cobbles, I pulled my expensive coat tighter about me. Single-breasted, black wool with smaller buttons adorning the cuffs, it had been a gift from Master, probably around my twenty-first birthday.
It wasn’t entirely uncommon for him to spend a large sum of money on my account, for he often presented me with trinkets, items of fine clothing, volumes of poetry and other sorts. He lavished luxuries upon me because I was his favourite, and my brothers-especially the fair Henri-grew insanely jealous. He wished to buy my affection, but I wouldn’t have it. I refused.
The wind began to moan softly, setting a chill deep into my bones and biting at the back on my neck every now and again. As I set foot along the quiet main street the air carried the warm scent of a rich meal coming from the kitchens of the well-to-do, and the gentle hum of voices conversing within. The streets were well lit, and empty save a few busying individuals, for now was the time family shut themselves away for warmer pleasures.
The rhythmic tap of my feet against the cobbles began to slow as I found the tall home of my admirer, watching for him anxiously through the brightly lit windows adorned with holly by the small gate.
My hands buried deep into pockets I stood twitching in the snow in a faint attempt to revive the feeling in my nose and cheeks, what and odd sight I must have looked standing alone staring into a strangers home in the middle of the night.
“You’re five minutes late, dearest love” Came a voice from the darkness of the adjacent stable.
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:p and there we have the next of a two part piece! Thanks so much for reading : )*gives evryone a sticker*
Muchlove, new soon with luckxxx
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“My love, be guarded” I cautioned you the eve after you making “we do not understand the stamina the blood has taken with you. Stay at my side and be vigilant, for you may not hold the strength to make a kill alone just yet”
Memory can recall many an action, and none such so clear as times when you were dependant upon me for your strengths. I am, as you must well know, strongly protective by nature and deeply proud of the occasions I have defended you. You understand, I am of course, not truly an individual who takes violent action but in fact a pacifist lest provocation sway me otherwise.
This night the city wore her colder face, and it was lurking in the shadows we cloaked ourselves from human eyes. Mater and Childe sought out that meal of First Blood I knew was needed that death might take you down gently with her into your transition, tonight was a night for teaching.
You were like a child learning life again at my tuition, so fascinated were you by the nuance of a black city witnessed through blue eyes that saw beyond what you thought ever existing.
Yet I kept you close to me in the dark, letting you wander on occasion that you may marvel at it’s simple beauty.
I saw the glassy glint of your gaze, you had fallen in love with the way the puddles of gasoline burst into shards of rainbow when mingled with the rain. I remember how captivated I had been at your stage, I would not deny you your exploration.
Coat flowing gently in the cold breeze you took my arm and tugged eagerly at it in signal. The light across the street illuminated a lone figure smoking a cigarette, I knew then what your heart desired.
It was a young man, with short fawn hair and a jacket of black leather, by his differing stance he was drunk yet I found something beautiful in the way his lips held the cigarette and
how rugged he appeared.
“I want him, Master” my little dandy purred softly “will you let me try him? I know your tricks, sir. I could handle him alone with all you have taught me…he is drunk surely he will be easy enough..”
You were pleading with me and I was sure enough you were able, so I yielded to your little whim.
“Yes, sweet one, but I shall stay close by in darkness and watch over the deed. Would you concede that?” I brushed my hand over your cheek, it was still warm with the lingering
remainder of life that had not yet left your person.
Soon enough those cheeks that were rosy would pale into whiteness, but it would take time. You nodded and proceeded to slip through the silhouettes cast by the towering apartments towards the place your prey staggered. I remain away, ever watchful. Though I heard nothing, the movements of your hands and the way your hips swayed so subtly told me you had taken my lessons to heart.
Always I had told you, seduction was your greatest weapon with which to find the blood. Eyes which had taken over since your rebirth might only be glared with intent, that they could cause a mortal revulsion or lust. These were your gifts to use at your will.
Kisses I saw you place upon his tender throat, and felt I no jealousy but pride as you took him into a fatal embrace and place supple lips to a drunkards throat. My beloved pupil was amides his first kill, how the sight delighted me.
The way you moved with him threatened to arouse my carnal nature should it proceed as alluringly as it was now, I observed you keenly as you were swift and cunning in your retribution. I knew his scent from where I stood, the deep odour of gin soaked into his flesh,
I watched immersed into the animalistic manner you held the taller man by the waist and began to bend him slowly down at the hip that you might take the little first drink, the lamplight playing across his leather and your gleaming eyes.
Quickly something altered in the atmosphere whence I realized you had not made the kill, the delicate sequence of familiar moves had been halted and the dance you once led was now broken as you stood still as stone in the light. The drunkard lifted a heavy hand and placed it about your throat, neck muscles twisting awkward to meet you gaze.
Horror ripped through me as I realized my first perception had been correct, and that your stillness was owed to the now visible filthy hand of the drunkard gripping your vocal cords tight that not even my preternatural ears heard a quivering breath. Your eyes glazed over with an eerie sheen of crimson and instantly I knew you would be crushed lest I not intervene.
Striding through the dull shadow I moved ungodly swift, and before the disoriented mortal could breath his last, took his head between my hands and broken his neck with an almighty crack. Instantly he fell with a weak groan to the hardness of the sidewalk, he would not move again.
You rasped now on your knees, gasping for the cold air to spill into your starved lungs and cease the burning. I had been right, your mortal shell was still with you waiting to be flooded with the blood. You were not strong enough.
“Hold still sweet darling,” I crooned by hand upon your chest, steadying your wild breaths “Bam, you are not ready”
Slowly but surely you found your rhythm and your heart no longer struggled, whether it was shock that had caused it to beat to fiercely or the torrent of healing red searing through, I was unsure.
“What now, Lord?” You panted, throwing yourself to awaiting embrace like one of half your years, begging me with your gently yet clinging grip to have me protect you and guide you. My crystalline fingernails ran through tresses of your dark hair, watching them glitter under the light of the streets as I comforted you. I gestured down to the corpse at our feet.
“Drink, and be unafraid” I instructed simply “see that his head is turned almost completely backwards? Do you suppose he is watching up at us?”
“Surely not, sir. He is dead” you replied peering down cautiously at the foul smelling cretin.
“Are you certain of this?” I smirked and kicked the rancid heap “The heart still beats after the body is broken, he is still warm. Drink, do it now as time grows short and so does the hour ‘til dawn. We shall retreat soon, fair one”
I need not have told you more, as you were quick to do as told. Ah, Bam, my beloved. I would see to it no one would ever harm you as long as I still stood .
As I have asserted, I am a protecting sort, one whom would gladly lay down immortal life for the love of you, my darling one.
Yet have others ever stood to my defence? Surely, I cannot recall I time when someone had been at my side and been willing to risk their life for me. Not even my own mother could save me if she had seen what I’d been through, all be it for the amount she loved me.
Perhaps however, I lie to you just there, just perhaps. There was one who was willing to fight for me, there was one who dared…
………
The year was 1912, December and approaching Christmas day for all those under God. In the past year I had been caught up in a whirlwind of romance, love, fear and revulsion. My mind was plagued by the constancy of carnality, having to bow down as my Master made a concubine of me, filling me with his vast knowledge taking payment from me in the night upon my bed sheets and by a blade of unwanted lust.
I was a young man of two-and-twenty years, and highly educated in fine literature and philosophy as well as affairs of accountancy. Master Vuori was a cruel beast, but at least the frightened young boy he had thrown out into the snow many years ago had been now raised into an outwardly wise young gentleman (all be it a timid, and somewhat introverted gentleman).
And as such, visiting the town central as often as I did, I became the subject of much local banter. That is of course, I had not gone unnoticed by many middle-aged women of class as one of wealth and good breeding…which swiftly lead them to believe me a goodly suitor to copious numbers of daughters.
Mind you, the fact no one knew my name and were under the rather odd assumption I was Master Vuori’s youngest son, meant that remaining out of their way was easy enough accomplished. And besides, I had eyes for only one in that village, and he was far more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever beheld.
Surely enough I made my way down the now rather icy dirt path, feeling no fear or haste, for my Master had gone away for the eve on ventures as he so put to me. This particular December was a stiff one, and the night was especially black as pitch.
Treading carefully across the pack ice I walked the lonely way towards the town, my stomach was slightly a flutter as this evening by chance promised to be an eventful one. It was in this month of Yuletide a gracious invitation had been extended to me, requesting that I accompany my darling Emmanuel to a gathering to celebrate the season hosted by his parents.
This, on further contemplation began to put knots in my stomach. Holding my composure as the path narrowed around spidery pines and onto the first of the cobbles, I pulled my expensive coat tighter about me. Single-breasted, black wool with smaller buttons adorning the cuffs, it had been a gift from Master, probably around my twenty-first birthday.
It wasn’t entirely uncommon for him to spend a large sum of money on my account, for he often presented me with trinkets, items of fine clothing, volumes of poetry and other sorts. He lavished luxuries upon me because I was his favourite, and my brothers-especially the fair Henri-grew insanely jealous. He wished to buy my affection, but I wouldn’t have it. I refused.
The wind began to moan softly, setting a chill deep into my bones and biting at the back on my neck every now and again. As I set foot along the quiet main street the air carried the warm scent of a rich meal coming from the kitchens of the well-to-do, and the gentle hum of voices conversing within. The streets were well lit, and empty save a few busying individuals, for now was the time family shut themselves away for warmer pleasures.
The rhythmic tap of my feet against the cobbles began to slow as I found the tall home of my admirer, watching for him anxiously through the brightly lit windows adorned with holly by the small gate.
My hands buried deep into pockets I stood twitching in the snow in a faint attempt to revive the feeling in my nose and cheeks, what and odd sight I must have looked standing alone staring into a strangers home in the middle of the night.
“You’re five minutes late, dearest love” Came a voice from the darkness of the adjacent stable.
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:p and there we have the next of a two part piece! Thanks so much for reading : )*gives evryone a sticker*
Muchlove, new soon with luckxxx
Comments=Vam+Happy jezzie