[center]“I can guess but never understand because I was born a vampire. What I wanted out of this my Ardentis was to see how well you'd do, I wanted to see how you've grown in my absence. I may never be able to fix this but I can hope that we do.” He states as he ducks away slams his palm into the space between her collarbones, he can feel her fatigue just as he can feel his own. Kieran releases a breath and swept his leg out, vampires didn't get exhausted as human do but sleep helps heal wounds and restore energy. He knew his fledgling knew that, his eyes focused on the mark he knew he'd left on her neck for a moment before he stepped back and away from a kick.

He couldn't use that against her, not when he knew he was the reason for her pain. Ryanair hadn't fought him when he'd awoken and realized he wasn't human anymore. They've been together and Kieran could count the times his second fledgling has fought against him. The blonde has mellowed but at times Kieran can feel the fear and anger that fills him at the sight of a large group. Ryanair hadn't told him but he'd caught glimpses of information when he'd been changing and had endured a fever. 

He'd been drugged and taken out of his home. Apparently his father had been doing things behind others people's back and they thought going after the son would make a difference.  It didn't. Kieran aimed a punch and focused on the bond he shared with the other and found it still and filled with ease. His mother used to say he'd baby those he took care of, and she had been right. He'd helped Ryanair and now he wanted to help Clara but knew she'd fight him on it, he'd made her this anger-filled revenge seeking vampire. 

He could feel it now, the need to settle down his fledgling before she lost control. He just didn't know if he could--he didn't feel he had the right to even if instinct was demanding he do it. Christian could take her away and this seedling would die and he'd feel incomplete, he hated being alone. His face relaxed and he lunged forward, his movements calculated and well-honed as he gripped Clara’s arm and spun them around. His stance stilled and he applied a bit of pressure to the arm he now held, he needed to calm her down and hope she'd listen. 

The likelihood of that happening was against him. He knew this but he'd damn well [i]try[/i]. He wanted both of his fledgling’s at his side, he didn't want to feel as if a part of him was missing. He'd heard the stories of sires going mad from the void that not having a marked fledgling at their side. He didn't want that.[/center] 

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