A coming Home

[silenziosa_odio]

It had been so very hard to find him, following the trail of a ghost that moved from France to England…to the Americas. Ironically it was the Damion that had provided Alex with the needed information that helped the boy vampire arrive at the door of the one vampire he had fled…and then grown to miss

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[lenfantperdu]

Arsène had just returned from a trip to the convenience store to find Percy had disappeared. He spent a good ten minutes convincing himself that this didn’t bother him, ney, that it was a good thing, leaving him to smoke and read (i.e. look at the pictures while moving his eyes in a mime of reading) his magazine in peace.

He had laid himself out on the couch and was already starting his third cigarette when the unexpected visitor arrived.

Arsène didn’t feel an immediate need to get up and tear the child apart, so deducted that this stranger must be off his kind. So getting off the couch was not strictly necessary.

He simply looked him over, annoyed. 'What the shit?'

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He would have been surprised at how much of a fighter Alex was. He was an inch shorter than Percy, but made of heavy stock. The blue eyed, blond did stop though, to stare at the person who was not his sire...

"Who are you?" He asked, his accent still clear as ever despite the time spent away from his beloved Italy. "Why are you in Percy's flat? He doesn't like people being in his place, makes him pissy it does."

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He sighed.

'I'm Arsène,' he mumbled, sticking his nose back in his magazine. 'And I'm here because I live here.'

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Alex raised a brow, before frowning suddenly. Was...did Percy really?

"You...He didn't turn you, did he?" The thought of it made him jealous, as he walked around the couch to stare at the other man. And when he didn't answer him, Alex snatched the magazine out of the man's hands. "Well? Did he 'Arseen'?" He said the name with childish disdain and mocking of the French accent.

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Alex yelped, wiggling in surprise when Arsene tackled him, pinning him down. Or at least pinning his shoulders.

Snarling, Alex reached up and dug his fingers into Arsene's face, hissing as he did. "I'm gut you like a pig! You damn brute!"

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Arsène laughs, letting the boy scratch at his face. 'Oooh. You are like him.'

He slid off of Alex, folding his legs to sit calmly on the ground beside him.

'Pussycat, pussycat, where have you been? He's been looking for you.'

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Alex huffed a little, sitting up as he looked at the laughing vampire. Like him? He wasn't sure if he should be proud of that or not. He used to have a sweet disposition.

"I went east. I needed to explore on my own, because Percy never let me do anything fun. I wanted to be a grown up like him." Because being a 14 year old choir boy for the rest of his life wasn't appealing.

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Arsène clucked his tongue. 'And now you're all grown up. How sweet.'

He quirked an eyebrow and smirked.

'Maybe now he'll finally fuck you. Or maybe not. Maybe he just thinks I'm better looking than you.'

Affecting a haughty pose, he turned his face slightly away from Alex.

'What you do think? Am I handsome?'