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Post by The Wonder Fox on Nov 19, 2006 1:20:10 GMT -5
"S-sire..."
Almost instantly, the pressure on the boy's lids lessened; the eyeless man seemed upset about the interruption. Speaking of which, there was a young woman standing in the threshold of the door, hugging a strange parcel to her chest. She was fairly pretty with a mass of flowing black hair piled in curls and sweet blue eyes, she wore the outfit of a scientist.
"P-pardon the in-interrutpion, sire, b-b-but your p-p-p-parcel arrived just n-now..."
The terrifying man released his grip on the lad, fury burning in those empty sockets as he glared daggers at the frightened girl. The man said nothing as he walked out, snatching the package from the woman as she nearly ran off in terror. But those lovely sapphire eyes, charming they were, stared for the longest time at the captive child.
And as quick as she had come, she was gone, following after the eyeless man hurriedly.
The poor boy was alone once more.
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Post by Ed-chan on Jan 20, 2007 1:22:49 GMT -5
By the expression the brunette wore, it was if he was frozen. Perhaps he was. Green eyes merely stared out in space, filled with terror. Droplets of a strange, clear liquid plipped to the floor.
His consciousness returned, hitting him like a wave.
He was crying. He admitted it. That man... that man scared him to death and he hated him. He hated him with all his heart. The first time he had been let out this went and happened... No wonder Granma had been so protective suddenly. There were freaks out at night now.
A tiny sniffle escaped from the boy's nostrils as tears flowed freely from frightened eyes. He was trembling within his chains. He whimpered, flinched.
Was he going to be left here to die?
Was no one coming for him?
Was he... alone...?
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Jan 20, 2007 20:35:47 GMT -5
The young woman had followed the Nightwalker, trying to keep her distance tried continue a conversation with the man. She was busy reading off a white clipboard, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. Her Spaniard accent was thick, but he still could understand her one important statement.
"I just received orders from the Prince. We are to take care of the prisoner in moderate conditions until further notice. And on top of th-"
She never even got to finish what she was saying before her bloodcurdling scream erupted through the hallways. Her body fell limp to the floor as blood poured out from her empty, eyeless sockets.
But there was someone who was smiling as those wonderful azure eyes that once belonged to the woman stared down at her convulsing figure nestled in the man's once empty sockets.
Meanwhile, it seemed another individual had heard about the orders and was currently heading back on his way to the prisoner. Idly scratching the place where his horns met his scalp, Maddox whistled a happy tune as he walked back into the room where the boy was.
" 'Sup, little boy? You just got yourself a lucky break.
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Post by Ed-chan on Feb 13, 2007 21:21:06 GMT -5
"Go away!"
The brunette cried, tears streaming uncontrollably down reddened cheeks. He was so angry he didn't know what to do with himself, and even if he did, it wasn't like he could. He was still chained to the wall.
"Go away. I don't want to see you." Cricket's voice was shaking, shaking with various emotions. That man was scary, and he and his brother wouldn't let him go home. Granma hadn't found out he was missing yet, or she would have come by now.
It all made him so upset that all he could do was tremble, cry, take out his anger on these people, if they could be called that.
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Apr 6, 2007 12:40:30 GMT -5
Squatting down next to that squirming form, the horned male sniffed at the other in disgust, shaking his head as he knocked on the boy's skull a few times. He didn't look a bit amused as he stared down at the child with blank black eyes; this kid was becoming a bit of a nuisance.
"Heeeeeeey, you should shut up, or my brother'll come back and beat the snot outta you."
His words were calm, quiet, casual as he let out a small yawn, obviously becoming bored with the situation. Idly playing with his hair, Maddox released a grand sigh before standing up.
"Hmph, you're boring. BORING! I'm leaving now, so shut up so I won't have to come back." He pouted to the chained child as he left, arms crossed and lip curled in a snarl.
The next morning
The sounds of chains rustling could be heard in the small dungeon-like room as the shackles were removed from the young male, strong hands wrenching the tiny wrists from the metal cuffs. The boy's rescuer took a few steps back as a small bowl was thrown at the child's feet.
"Eat it."
It was that horrible guy, the older brother of the two. The man who, yesterday, had no eyes but now looked down at the boy with two shining sapphire eyes.
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Post by Ed-chan on Apr 7, 2007 18:21:51 GMT -5
"Nnh...?"
The brunette had fallen face-first into the floor, waking up from a light sleep, a sleep that had been hard to attain. His neck hurt from the position he had been in since the previous night, and he was still very angry. Looking up, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed into a glare.
"Go away!" The sudden realization that he was staring into eyes, blue ones, didn't irk him nearly as much as it would have had he not been so enraged. Lips pulled back into a snarl, before Cricket's expression grew entirely more innocent.
"... you brought me food?" He wasn't hungry. And as he looked into the bowl, eyes wide and curious, he discovered what they were trying to feed him was nothing but slop! He frowned, crossing his arms, his lips pursing into a pout. "I don't want it; it looks gross!"
Picking up the bowl in his hands, something formed within his mind. An idea. A devilish idea, a wonderful one. With a tiny noise, perhaps a chuckle (though he didn't smile), he flung the bowl at the elder male in pure rejection.
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Apr 7, 2007 18:52:03 GMT -5
Spluck
The bowl of slop hit the dark-haired male squarely in the face, splattering the grayish lumpy stuff all over his face with a nasty sound. The bowl fell to the ground with a loud thud, shattering into a few dozen pieces. The man waited for a few seconds, not that he was surprised at the boy's actions, on the contrary. This creep had seen it coming, yet didn't bother to block it as it slammed into his face.
A dull chuckle erupted from the elder male's throat as a long tongue drug across his own cheek, dragging the foul-tasting goop into his mouth. He let the stuff gather around in his mouth, mixing the slop with his own saliva before it rocketed past it lips and onto the child's face.
After he spat on the younger boy, the blue-eyed fiend wiped the remains of the what could be called porridge from his face with the back of his long sleeve, his tongue wiping clean that silver lip ring clipped in his flesh and smiled a devious grin.
"Fine, it looks like you're not hungry," he said matter-of-factly, turning on his heels towards the door, "then I'll see you in a week..."
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Post by Ed-chan on Apr 7, 2007 19:42:27 GMT -5
Pure silence accompanied the moment after the child had been spat upon, that fat, grey-transparent blob inching down his face and leaving a trail of slime. His stomach shivered; he had the sudden, intense urge to vomit.
Instead, his body began to shake with anger, the urge to cry, the sensation of tears coming to his eyes, and with all the energy he had in his body, he let out a terrible, wrenching scream, his powers activating and amplifying the sound out of his own emotions going haywire.
Meanwhile, a dark-headed woman sat upon a luxurious, deep red couch, eyebrows furrowing as she sipped upon a trembling teacup in a trembling room in a trembling manor.
She sighed, set down the teacup, ignoring the pulsating of her eardrums.
"That boy..." red lips tightened into a frown. "He's troublesome."
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Apr 7, 2007 20:24:39 GMT -5
As that terrible sound blasted out from the younger male's mouth, the black-haired creature let out a howl of his own as he stumbled back a few paces, clutching his ears in pain. Gritting his teeth, the man swayed as that sound penetrated his head and made his very brain throb in agony.
Biting down on his lip, trying to miss the silver ring, the creature staggered out from the dungeon-like room, not remember to chain the child up once more as he vanished from sight. He didn't even see that shorter black shape pass by him in the hallway. When Demitri finally got out of earshot of that noise, he was standing in front of the grand doors that led into the living room. With a snort of annoyance, the man pushed the doors and stepped into the luxurious room.
"Did he hurt you, Cricket?"
A figure stood in the doorway, a figure clothed in elegant silks and furs with skin white as snow. He had an unhealthy look to him and appeared to be no older than fifteen or sixteen. His blood red eyes held wisdom twenty times beyond the years of his appearance, however, as he walked closer to the younger boy.
"I can punish him if he hurt you."
His voice was like a babbling brook, like the sound of waves in tempo as they flushed the sandy shore. Calm, comforting, soothing.
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Post by Ed-chan on Apr 7, 2007 21:48:24 GMT -5
"Good morning, Demitri." The woman replied, a blank, yet simultaneously amused expression upon her pale face. Pushing back a dark strand from her face, she blinked even darker eyes, taking in his appearance. Hmph. He smelled vaguely of bad porridge. Not a good sign.
If the other bothered to look at her, he might have noticed a vague resemblance between she and the prisoner of a Dawnwalker being held. Her hair was a dark, black, held up in a loose bun by long, jeweled pins, a thin strand of hair braided and hanging in front of her right ear. Her clothing was a bit odd considering her familial status; it lacked shoulders and began halfway down her bosom, decorated with white lace to contrast the black cloth.
Taking another sip of tea, she looked away, instead directing her gaze at the window.
"So. I believe you have something of mine."
That something was now sobbing softly, pressing himself against the wall since he had nowhere else to run to. Another one!? Where did they all come from?
Where was Granma?
Why was she so far away?
She would take care of them! ... yet then again... they looked like she did. What was going on?
His upsetness had decreased due to the calming sound of his voice, yet Cricket was still wary. "Get away from me. I want to go home. I want to see my granma. I want to go home!" Tears began flowing again, and his body shook.
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Apr 7, 2007 23:05:39 GMT -5
"Unfortunately, I do."
A look of disgust played out on the black-haired man's face, his tongue idly playing with the silver hoop in his lip, one hand rubbing at his sensitive and sore ears. Wandering slowly over towards luxurious armchair facing opposite the woman, the blue-eyed creature slowly took his seat.
"And your 'something' is very much against our laws, I'm sure you're aware of that."
Leaning back in the extremely comfortable chair, the man looked up at the golden ceiling, his right eye beginning to cloud, his vision going red. Damn, he knew this would have happened; he didn't take his time installing these new eyes, the right one was already going bad.
He cursed under his breath, absentmindedly picking at the corner of the bad eye as he took in a deep breath. A few moments later, Demitri was licking the trails of blood streaming down his face in lines as he held that dead eye in his hands, looking at it with his remaining left one.
"You know what has to be done, don't you, Celia..."
He flashed her a devious little, one-eyed grin.
"You want to see your grandmother, do you?"
Kneeling down next to the sobbing youth, the figure frowned as he watched the boy cry, his expression almost showing as if he had no idea how to comfort the child. Making a small noise in his throat, the newcomer took hold of the boy's hand, pulling him up to his feet. Now that the other was in a better light, his appearance was more visible.
He was around five-seven, had that teenage appearance and face, but his black hair was impossibly long, as though it had been growing for decades. He wore a type of dark gray armor, trimmed with a dark ruby color; soft and expensive looking furs covering his shoulders were there appeared to be no armor. A long gray cape fluttered down his back, connected at his shoulders.
It was the Prince of the Nightwalkers, the only royal blood left alive.
"Then I'll take you to see her, alright?"
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Post by Ed-chan on Apr 8, 2007 22:31:08 GMT -5
"You know where she is...?" The boy had stopped his crying, was now rubbing restlessly at teary eyes. How did this man even know his granma? He had never come over before. She had never talked about someone that looked like him... at least not to him. Frowning, there was a bit of suspicion in the boy's voice, dripping from his words.
"How do you know my granma? Why did those two guys bring me here?" Eyebrows furrowed, he stared at the other, nearly demanding an answer.
The woman, Celia, frowned with disgust at the scene that played out before her. How repulsive, yet it was still no surprise to her. It had been centuries and Demitri had still learned no manners.
She scoffed, pointed a sharp gaze at him.
"I know what you're suggesting..." Gently she lifted up the steaming teapot, pouring herself another cup. "But I'm very certain that it won't happen. Nothing is going to harm either of them." Them. One had to wonder who else there could possibly be besides the young Dawnwalker.
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Apr 9, 2007 14:01:30 GMT -5
Plop
"Oh? How can you be so sure?"
A large grin spread across the black-haired male's face as shut his eyeless socket, laughing a quiet laugh that shook his shoulder. Licking the juices and trails of blood from his fingers, the creature looked over to just see that dead eyeball floating in the woman's teacup, the whole scene still mildly funny to him. Trailing his tongue over his lip ring once his hand was cleaned, the one-eyed man looked at the female with a smile.
"In these times, anything can happen, you know."
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A tiny frown surfaced on the Prince's flawless and young face as he listened to the child, knowing right away that he had no intention of bringing this boy into such a situation. His attention was fully caught when the boy mentioned those 'two guys' and the royal Nightwalker knew exactly who they were.
His lips curled in a silence snarl.
"Do not worry, this was a horrible mistake, those two will be punished for anything they did to you." He tried to give the younger male a reassuring smile as he nodded his head, "Now, your grandmother is waiting, shall we go see her?"
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Crossing his legs, the devious Nightwalker leaned back in the chair as he continued to play with that lip ring with his tongue, but paused to utter a quiet statement to the woman.
"Oh, and besides...I know where Paris is."
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Post by Ed-chan on Apr 9, 2007 22:25:17 GMT -5
A sharp chord was struck within the normally finely-tuned harp that was Celia's patience. What was Demitri trying to suggest? Was he threatening her? Threatening her family? A dark veil enshrouded the female's eyes, her mood, as she grabbed the teapot in front of her with menacing hands.
She stood. Her anger was raging, yet contained. Storming, yet firmly directed.
"Don't dare try to insinuate such things." she snarled.
xXx
"Okay," the child blinked, a smile returning to his lips. This man was so nice, a lot nicer than those other guys. Maybe he could... trust him. He did know his granma, and if he knew granma, then he had to be a good person... or... whatever he was.
Though he had to wonder as he began to trot towards the door...
"Are you friends with my granma? She's never talked about you before."
xXx
A hot stream of what was left of the teapot's contents was poured directly onto the male, aiming for where it would hurt most. Hmm. It seemed the Dawnwalker's habit of flinging food onto people he didn't like was hereditary.
What a bad habit.
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Apr 11, 2007 17:11:24 GMT -5
"She hasn't?"
The Prince cast the boy a mildly surprised expression, stopping just before the door to the living room. Well, he couldn't be very shocked about it, she had probably withheld all that information of this life from the child to protect him, he really couldn't blame her. But that also left the task of explaining everything to the boy, and the royal Nightwalker wanted desperately to have no part in that.
"Um, well, I suppose you could call it a friendship," said the black-haired Prince, trying to change the subject with his uneasy answer. He shook his head, thinking to himself and contemplating.
It was when that silence surfaced in the air did a shriek of pain sound from the other side of the door.
Hastily getting to his feet, the lip-ringed creature howled as the searing pain of the hot liquid bit into his thighs and other areas. Grimacing as he tried to wipe the steaming tea from his pants, Demitri snarled lowly just as the door opened with a silent swing.
"Oh dear," was the first thing out of the Prince's lips as he surveyed the situation with wide eyes, said eyes darkening uncharacteristically when he caught sight of the taller Nightwalker male. Briskly walking towards the other, the royal male glared up at the one-eyed creature and forcefully delivered a painful slap across his face. The blow stunned the creature as he stumbled and slumped back into the chair.
"Didn't I tell you? Did I not tell you to leave them alone, Demitri?!"
He was screaming now, the Prince, acting like a different person now.
"How dare you, how DARE you?!"
The Prince slapped the creature again, fury burning in his hand as he glowered at the one-eyed dazed devil.
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