[IC] New Eyes and an Old Soul

[PopeAlessandros]

Name: Dorian Alex Helvek

Race: Vampire

Age: 549(Looks mid twenties)

Height: 6'5”

Weight: 142lbs

Hair: Strawberry Blond, mid back length, bangs only slightly shorter and parted down the middle, the rest of the hair kept back in a tactful black hair ribbon.

Eyes: Icy Blue

Skin: Ghostly White

Build: Lithe, faint muscle tone, but with almost no clear muscle definition

Clothes: Long sleeve red button up shirt with classic frills at the wrists over a plain white under shirt. Black cravat with a silver chain across it. Knee length gentleman’s coat that flares out slightly from where the last button is around the waist. Matching fine black pants and polished shoes with calf high black socks.

Accessories: Ear cuff on shell of right ear with deep blue stone inlay into the silver. Silver pocket watch. An assortment of small blades hidden in various pockets and sheathes. Wears a rapier on left hip, the strap for the sheath crossing the chest beneath the black coat.

Powers/Skills(If Applicable): It fairly skilled with throwing knives, and is an expert swordsman with the rapier. He has classic vampiric charm and has a fair level of control over the unsuspecting. Naturally stronger than humans and can move very quickly over short distances. Horsemanship is at professional level and has naturally heightened senses.

General Personality: Very dedicated to anything he sets his mind too, but never does anything more than is absolutely necessary. He's not lazy, he just doesn't see the point in doing more than his share. He's rather kind to animals, but is rather indifferent about humans. He has no temper to speak of, but then again no one has ever tried testing it in over three hundred years. He is content with his life, but doesn't look down his nose at those who seek more out of life. He a bit of an enigma to those around him, showing no real passions outside of his sword play and horse riding. He never really seems to express what he's thinking, often times needing to be asked what's on his mind to get him to talk at all. Despite that, he's very creative and if goaded into it, can tell fantastic stories made up on the spot.

Background: No one knows much about him save for the past two hundred years, he doesn't talk about his younger years. He himself does his best not to think about such times and has worked for his coven for the past couple hundred years to help them expand and flourish. He took up the sword many years before joining the coven, and there seems to be something special about the one he carries at all times. He started breeding and riding horses a little over a hundred years ago, passing his brood one to “The next generation” each time he had to “Die” and has watched the line grow and mature into a very fine breeding stock. When he came across the ocean to New England with the settlers he took with him the best of the best and makes a decent living off of them on the human front as the country's best horse breeder. He also supplies all the horses for his coven, and can be seen chastising any one of them who returns without the horse he sent them out with. He owns a chateau one town over from the central hub of the coven where he has his own ranch for breeding and raising his prize horses, but commutes at least three times a week to the hub to pick up assignments.

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The sea crashes against the base of the cliff overlooking the town of Horton. A rumble in the distance signals an approaching storm, faint flashes of light far off in the dark night sky like flickering fireflies. The air is filled with the salty fresh breeze coming off of the vast waters far bellow, and the dark horse standing poised at the edge lets out a harsh snort at the new smell. It shifts carefully from side to side as it's rider seems lost in thought, gazing out towards the head of the storm. The steadily growing breeze whips at his hair and clothes, but somehow he looks no worse for wear. His ride from the coven's home town had taken over a week, and as he traveled he picked up more and more news and rumors about his current assignment. Each new fact or hypothesis stirred an itching in the back of his mind, and he is now rather anxious to get started.

Taking a deep breath he lets out a long sigh and turns his horse from the cliffs towards a rough dirt road. The road, leading down from the bluffs towards the town, splits just before the village proper with one leg leading into town, and the other leading towards a rather dense forest. The settlers had already begun clearing away the large trees so that they could build houses, or make more farm land. He's not quite sure, but it doesn't matter to him much. Dorian has never much cared to wonder over what human's are planning for their relatively short futures. Other of his kind admire humans in a way. Somehow their desperate scrambling to accomplish something, to be remembered by something grand or heroic they accomplished. 'It has been so long since I was one of them, they have lost all wonder in my eyes' Shaking his head he gives the reins a faint tug and his horse turns at the fork towards the wood.

However oddly enough, Dorian was chosen for this mission due to how well he can blend with humans. Because of his century long business of horse breeding and training he's had to deal closely with the mortals on a regular basis. Whether it be expanding on his stock, or selling a particularly promising yearling to a gifted rider, he's managed to keep the world believing in his humanity. The forest is darker than the road before it, causing his horse to get a little antsy. It nickers softly, slowing to a walking pace. Stopping a couple dozen yards into the darkness the vampire looks about for signs of his quarry. 'Not that I'm expecting to find it right off the bat, but the last attack did happen rather close to the forest's edge. . .' His thoughts trail off as he spots movement out of the corner of his eye.

Rather than responding hastily he makes to dismount but freezes as he hears a pistol's hammer being pulled back. 'Impatient folk, not that I blame them' He finishes dismounting slowly and turns towards where the sound had come from. Rather quietly, given the sounds of the approaching storm masking most small noises, a group of men exit the dense foliage beside the road, a couple of them lighting torches to illuminate the area. One of them has a gun leveled at him, both the others just stand around, shuffling nervously. The one with the pistol steps forward, lowing the gun slightly so he can look into Dorian's eyes. “How goes there squire? Fancy a late ride?” His voice is firm, but not threatening.

'The watch I suppose' “Forgive me gentleman, but I am here on business. I thought I would see the storm from a more interesting vantage point before my meeting tomorrow than through the window of an inn.” His voice is low and smooth and the gathered men seem to relax. The armed man drops his weapon slowly to his side before holstering it. A slightly glazed look seems to cross a few of the mens' faces, but most are far too frightened by recent events to let the vampire's charm take full effect.

The front man pulls his hat off, running his hand through his rust colored hair. “Sorry about the weapon squire, but strange things have been going on lately about these woulds. Perhaps you shouldn't stick around here for long.” The men all murmur in agreement, a few expressing how they too would rather be elsewhere.

Dorian waves a hand dismissively. “I have heard about such troubles. I feel I can deal with any trouble that I meet out here. Not even the mighty bear is that intimidating after being poked in the eye, no?” He pulls back his jacket slightly so the men get a good look at the polished handle of the rapier at his hip. His cool eyes almost flash as he drops his cloak and motions one of the men forward. The slightly dazed young man strides forward and Dorian hands his the reins to his horse. “I have a reservation at the Jameston Inn. I would appreciate it if you could take my horse to the stable there.” Reaching to his hip he pulls the strings of his coin purse so he can slip his fingers inside. Pulling out two large gold coins he shows them to the man before pressing them into his free palm. “One of those is for you, and I would like you to give the other to the stable boy to ensure Horace here is treated properly.” Reaching up he pat's the black stallion's neck softly.

Around them the winds pick up, thrashing the upper branches of the trees and causing the torches to crackle harshly. The man gives him a nod and goes to take a step back, but Dorian's hand on his arm makes his pause. “Horace is trained to me, like a war horse, so I would advise against trying to ride him, or steal him for that matter.” A few of the men chuckle as the one holding the reins swallows hard.

“Would never dream of doing something as down right dirty as that Sir. No, not ever.” He stumbles out, his voice catching slightly.

The men laugh out right this time and one of them calls out, “You picked the most honest one among us squire, don't choo be worryin' about that 'orse.” They laugh a little more as the young man blushes openly.

The laughter stops abruptly as the first real peel of thunder cracks. The red headed man looks to his fellows and then back to Dorian. “Well squire, stay out here if you like. I can't be risking sick with my boys though. You'll be out here alone to enjoy the storm however you like. Be seein' you.” Dorian gives the man a nod and with a little salute the group heads off towards the opening in the trees towards town.

Letting out another long sigh the vampire turns towards the dark of the wood one more and begins walking forward slowly. 'Well, this gives me more time to search. Humans are good for some things' The wind lashes at his back but as he moves deeper and deeper into the forest's black depths the trees afford him some shielding from it's harsh bite. His senses are primed, seeking out anything that's abnormal or out of place in this un-refined wilderness.

[Medilia]

Name: James Edwards
Race: Vampire
Age: Less than one vampire year. (Appearance of early twenties)
Height: 5"7
Weight: 140Lbs

Hair: Honey blonde, hair goes down to the nap of his neck, it is wild and unkempt. Full of leaves, dirt and blood.

Eyes: Dark blue

Skin: Pale but still maintaining some colour from human life.

Build: Lean in build, with clear muscles definition in his upper arms and torso. His ribs are clear and defined on his upper torso.

Clothes: (To begin with) White linen shirt, that is covered in mud, dust, dirt and blood. It his torn in several places. He has brown trousers that are in much the same condition and a matching hip length jacket with a small collar. He has a wide collared thigh length light brown coat that is in slightly better condition. His shoes are unpolished, scuffed brown leather knee high boots.

Accessories: A half penny on a piece of twine he wears around his neck.

Powers/Skills: Nothing apparent beyond usual vampire speed, strength, site and hearing.

General personality: Personality at first - Quiet and timid, very unsure of what is going on and is only really aware of his own hunger and need to survive.
True personality - A boisterous, confident young man who loves to talk and talk about anything that catches his interest. He does not really like silence or being alone preferring the company of others. He is interested by art and beautiful things, they almost seem to hypnotize him when he sees them, he has a bit of a magpie mind wanting to steal these pretty things.

Background: James was raised in London with his eight siblings. The youngest of them he often felt that he was under appreciated and seen only as another mouth to feed. This led him to stealing and pick pocketing so that he could help his family. at twelve he began to work varying jobs. He spent his years as a laborer and soon moved out from his parent's home. Not content with his life in London he took the opportunity to travel to the colonies when he turned twenty-one. He went as a deck hand on the ship and remembers nothing after the third day at sea.

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He can smell the storm coming, it merges with the salty scent of the sea and the damp of the forest, the wind whistles through the trees blowing his hair around his face. The young vampire rises slowly from where he had been crouched over the cold body of his last victim taken the night before. It is useless to him now, although the corpse still has much blood to give it is cold and has stopped flowing. He would be hunting again tonight. James licks a bloody finger grimacing at the taste of cold congealed blood.

The small township lies a mile away at the edge of the forest, a trek James it used to making every second night at least. The town was the first place he remembers. He had woken up on the ship that had carried him over from England, he remembers how sore and thirsty he was. His first victim had been a sailor unpacking crates. On pure instinct the young vampire had attacked him, fangs sliding out with ease as he sank them into the throat of the sailor and began to drink. James drank him dry before throwing him overboard, he washed up on the beach the next morning. James, had not understood what had happened to him and did the only thing he could think of doing, fleeing. He fled into the nearby forest and remained there coming out to feed on humans whenever he became thirsty.

Having licked his hands clean, James picks up the body and begins dragging it away. He never leaves the bodies close to his hiding place, no doubt the men of the small town are looking for the monster killing people and bodies left close to home will leave him vulnerable. Instead he takes this one to his newest dumping ground by the creek. the ground is soft and muddy, his shoes sink into it as he struggles along dragging the heavy body of the soldier he killed. At the creek's edge he dumps the body on the ground and looks it over one last time in search of anything he cane use.

Eventually James settles on the shiny leather boots, he could use a new pair considering his own are in tatters and destroyed from use. With quick ease he removes the soldier's boots and puts them on his own feet. He grins, realising that they fit him well. With the task done the young vampire lift the body over his shoulder and walks over to the hollow tree. He jams the body in listening to the crunch and crack of bones as they shatter and break while he kicks the body in. The soldier's body is not the only one in that tree and James doubts he will be able to force another one in.

Deciding that finding a new place is a conundrum for later James retreats back the way that he came, stopping to listen to the sounds of the strange birds and take in the smells. It is very different to his life in England where he had lived in cramped confines and seen very little nature. He likes it in the forest, although it is a very lonely existence and he still can not understand why he is different from the towns people, why the thirsts for their blood and has no care or love for them.

Lightning blankets the sky for a short moment before there is the deep rumble of thunder, James’ lips twist as his mind becomes that of a hunter, the storm will mean less people out, he will probably have to go into the main town to find a meal, it will also mean he will leave foot prints when carrying the weight of his victim away. But he is very hungry and does not want to wait for another day, the fledgling lacks the self-control required.

Having returned to his little cave James fishes his coat out from beneath the low rock and pulls it on. He buttons it all the way up to hide the blood in case anyone sees him when he is in the town. There is nothing he can do for his hair and only hope that the darkness and the rain keeps that concealed from view.

As he moves through the trees towards his hunting ground his senses begin to react to something, there is something close by and he is afraid of it. Without hesitation the young vampire scrambles up a tree and perches himself on a high branch. His keen eyes spot a man walking through the forest and he frowns. It looks like a man but his instincts tell him to stay away, not to attack him. The fledgling remains up above trying to understand why this man is not a meal. He is all alone, he seems to be wondering without real purpose, surely he can pick him off and eat him?

[PopeAlessandros]

As he moves deeper in a faint tingle sets up along the back of Dorian's neck. 'Closer to town than I thought it would be. It is definitly what we thought it was' He keeps walking, his head turning this way and that. Eventually he feels eyes on him. He follows the feeling but keeps his own gaze at eye level. 'This smell. . . Not even the salty breeze can cover up this much blood. Not to mention all the filth. This creature has no refinement' His pace is uneven as he leaves the path. Another peal of thunder strikes at his ears from overhead, the flash of the lightning muted by the thick branches high above. The static in the air adds to his own tension, his muscles prime for action. However none of this is reflected in his expression or movements.

'Do not need to spook it before I am close enough to grab it' His eyes snap to the ground as a small furry something darts past and down a hole at the base of a large tree. He stalks slowly after it, keeping his gaze down towards the small dark spot among the roots. When at last he reaches the tree he pauses. Reaching out he presses his fingers against the rough bark and as another bolt of lightning flashes overhead he looks up. Silhouetted by the blinding light the hunched figure of something high above draws a faint smirk to his lips. An instant later the light fades and his eyes adjust back to the darkness. He can see it more clearly now, the messy hair, the tattered clothing. 'Beneath that filth I suppose is a young man of twenty, or close to it. I wonder how long he's been out here. The rumors started around the last boat in, but did he come here on it? Or has he been traveling over land. . . Either way, he needs to come down so we may speak'

The faint pitter patter of rain reaches his ears before the first drops begin falling around the elder. His eyes remain locked on the figure above, his expression relaxed and patient. 'If he is young and just untrained, I do not suppose he has any idea what is going on with him. Being turned is often times very disorienting' Raising a hand he motions for the young man to come closer. 'I could go to him just fine, but it would be better if he would come to me. That and I an just not dressed for climbing today' He motions again, stepping back to clear a spot at the base of the tree should it desire to come all the way to the ground. The rain turns from gentle to torrential in less than a minute and Dorian prays that Horace is already in the stable.

[Medilia]

James carefully watches the progression of the strange man, he constantly smells the air trying to determined what the creature is. It turns towards his tree and th young vampire tenses, quivering slightly. There is a battle of instincts occuring. The man does not smell like food, but he does smell inviting all the same. But another instinct tells him not to approach, he does not know what he is facing after all. Many fledglings had met their endto older vampires, nt that James knows this but the instinct for a young vampire is to stay close to their Sire and away from unknown vampires.

Lightning illuminates the sky and thunder claps high above causing him to flinch. He quickly refocuses of on the strange man as he reaches the trunk of the tree. James stares down at him eyes squinted as he looks at the attractive man beneath him, the strange man looks right back before waving him down. The young vampire takes a moment before he climbs lower but remains well out of reach, rain starts to fall on his head as he perches himself on a new branch staring at the other man.

He sniffs the air again, it is defenitely the man that smells strange. "You're different," he says softly. "What are you doin' here? No one comes here, they fear the monster that lives in the forest." He whines softly, he can smell the last feed on the other man, the blood even if there was no sign on it on him. "You're a monster too," he whispers as if someone is listening. "You don't have a beat either." He ventures breavely lower. "You smell of those you killed and of perfume... I can smell and see clearer and better than ever..."

[PopeAlessandros]

A faint smile comes to his lips even as a sinking feeling tugs at his stomach as the boy above him chatters on like a squirrel. 'He is obviously very unfocused. Shame on whoever it was that left this little one to fend for itself. It is foolish, and cold' Clearing his throat he does his best to appear relaxed, even while his body tenses should the young one decide to act out. “I most certainly am not a monster, and nor are you. Whatever you have heard those human saying, it is simply not true. You are just untrained.” Dorian shifts from one foot to the other, his voice shifting to a warmer tone. “However you are right on one point. I am the same as you, only much older.”

A bolt of lightning flashes overhead again and the elder blinks away the rain gathering on his upturned eyes. Sighing lightly he smiles. “I shall prove it too. Something is telling you to stay away from me. You feel strong, fast, like you are more than you ever were before, but something about me makes you tremble inside.” Bringing his arms up he crosses them over his stomach, gripping his elbows with his hands. “You do not understand the feeling because you have never met another of your kind, let alone an elder like myself. Elders often times have little patience for newborns they themselves have not sired, and will kill them without hesitation.” Raising a hand to show he has no intention of doing so he adds, “I however am not like that. I have grown past such urges, and will do whatever it takes to win your trust.” He drops the hand back down to grip his elbow once again and he waits silently for the youngster to make the next move.

[Medilia]

James stays up high in the tree looking down at the man as he explains not only himself but also James' urges and instincts. The assurance that no harm will come to him should he choose to come down does little to ease his feelings of mistrust. Licking his lips the young vampire is pensive as he weighs up his options, something tells him that if he stays up in the tree the other man could just as easily follow him and retrieve him. Slowly James climbs down to the next branch, almost within the other vampire's easy reach. "You smell of blood," he whispers as he looked closely at the man. Without warning he jumps down in front of the stranger, straightening up he leans in close and sniffs at the other's skin.

Another instinct kicks in and he sinks his fangs into the stranger's neck, like a Childe would do to their own Sire. He begins to drink the vampire's blood feeling it course through him, giving him strength. Hands desperately grip onto the other's upper arms as he laps the blood into his mouth moving his jaw to stimulate the blood flow. There is no better taste in the young one's mind as he hungrily feeds, better than any human he ever tasted. After having his fill he pulls back, his lips are stained red and he begins to lick them clean. Blue eyes now lock onto the older vampire. "What happens now?" He asks as he leans in to lick away the blood oozing from the wound.

[PopeAlessandros]

He can feel a change in the young one. His eyes follow the man's movement as he climbs closer and closer to him. The rain beating against his face obscures his vision only slightly, but he can tell the boy's movements are fueled by a different urge now. He smiles faintly at the whispered statement and relaxes a little. 'His blood lust is strong. I can almost feel it coming off of him' The ragged boy drops down in front of him, moving in close. His arms drop down to remove the need for distance between the two bodies, and as he catches the tell tale sound of one preparing for a bite he reaches up an pulls his cravat down a bit. The bite is harsh, animalistic, doing much more damage than is necessary. However Dorian does not react to the pain. Instead his hands come to settle about the young man's waits as he rides the waves of memories coming through the link.

'They are so cloudy, shaded, far more than they should be. His sire never bonded with him whatsoever, and his life before changing seems all but forgotten. I. . . He arrived on a ship. The deck, I can feel it against his back, the motion of the waves pitching and tossing about' His eyes close as he tries to draw more, but there almost seem to be nothing left to take and after a few moments the young one pulls back. The feeling of his fangs slipping out of his flesh makes him close his eyes again briefly. 'It has been such a long time since I have allowed anyone to taste me. I have not sired since my younger days. I had forgotten the rush of it all' His eyes crack open to find the boy looking up at him. 'He is so handsome, somewhere under all that filth'

“What happens now?”

The question sounds so simple, so innocent, but in the back of his mind Dorian sighs deeply. 'Now you become the center of my life until I can figure out who you are, and why you have come to be one of my kin' Keeping a firm hold with his right hand, the elder brings up his other to pull the boy gently away from his neck. His fingers slide over the wound and he holds back a exasperated sigh. 'This may very well scar. Vicious little thing' Slipping a finger under his cravat he pulls it up over the bite. As soon as he satisfied it's setting properly to hide the wound his hand comes down to rest on the young man's head. Using the rain water that has soaked in, along with the fresh stuff falling from above, he wipes away a bit of the filth that has gathered in the rich silken locks.

“Now, little one, we head out. There is much I still need to find out about you and your sire, and we can not do that here.” Slipping his hand down to wipe what little remains of his own blood from the boy's face he turns slightly to face the way he came from. The hand travels lower, slipping around his slender waist while releasing his right hand from it's hold on the boy's hip. He takes the boy in a gentle but firm grip with his left arm and hand and propels him to walk beside him. “I have a room in the village, and there we will get you cleaned up. No one will suspect you when I am done with you, and it will be safe for you as long as you listen to what I say.” The storm is lashing out in full force now and the two travelers can feel it more and more as they approach the road leading out of the forest. “I will teach you how to feed without raising suspicions, and of course, I will keep you fed.” Reaching across with his right hand he brushes some of the blond hair from his forehead so he can see his eyes better. Almost to himself he whispers, “Somewhere in there, under this mat, are the answers I seek. I just need to figure out how to extract them, for your both our benefits. . .”

[Medilia]

James let out a small whine as the older vampire removed some of the dirt from his hair, he however remained still letting the other vampire clean him up a little without protest. There was a firm grip on his hip keeping him in place, it was comforting to be held firmly. The flight instinct gone and the older vampire's blood in his belly he wanted to stay close to what now represented safety. The blood had bonded the newborn to the older vampire.

He stood still as his face was wiped clean and before the finger could be removed he latched on and lapped off the last drops before they began to move. He listened intently to the other vampire's words as he explained what was to come. He rested his head against James' shoulder only to have his hair pushed back and the older vampire look into his eyes. He blinked into the rain. "I-I don't understand what you want from me..."

They kept moving towards the edge of the forest, James could smell the humans of the village and began to panic. He pulled against the older vampire. "I can't go there!" He pulled back trying to get away from the village. They hate me. They will kill me." He struggled against the stronger vampire's grip trying to get away from him and the village. James may have been a wild and vicious vampire but he was cautious of the humans with good reason, they were hunting the monster from the forest. "Please, don't make me go there."

[PopeAlessandros]

Dorian shushes him gently, turning to stand in front of the boy so he's between the village and the frightened newborn. His arm remains firm around the smaller male's waist while his free hand comes up to stroke gently over his forehead. Even with the storm raging around them, his vampiric senses make it so he can speak normally and the young man will hear him clearly. “It is all right, I promise. As I said before, you are no monster. Right now, you just look like a traveler who has had a bit of a rough journey. They can not smell blood as we do, so they can not tell you are the one who was slaughtering people for food.” He chuckles lightly, his hand dropping down to wrap around the other side of the boy's waist, gripping his left wrist tight to keep him from running.

Holding the smaller man close, the filth from his clothing grinding into Dorian's as he struggles, the elder leans his head down so their foreheads are touching. “I am here to keep you safe, and I will do just that. I have lived a very long time, and I know what to do around humans to stay safe. Trust that feeling burning low inside you now. Believe in the comfort my blood has brought you.” Leaning back slightly he smiles as warmly as he can manage. “Have faith in me.” Now close enough to the ocean for the crashing waves to put in their two cents the sounds of them roaring against the rocks far below sets up a low continuous rumble. The rain is pouring steadily this was and that with each gust of wind. The force has all but cleaned the young lad of most of visible filth. A normal man would be tossed about by the strength of the gusts striking the two standing near the edge of the cliff, but Dorian stands firm, unmoving, even as he can feel the boy being pressures by mother nature in his arms.

[Medilia]

James calms down as the older vampire soothes him, the rain and wind beats against his body but he does not feel the cold anymore. The waves crash against the nearby cliffs and he can see the lights of the village through the curtain of rain and mist. Both of them are now soaked through and wet clothes gripped the young vampire's skin as he stands by the other vampire. Regaining himself James shifts off of the other so he is no longer fully supported by the older man.

Licking his lips James looks up at the other man. "C-can we get out of the open?" he asks softly still pressing tightly against the other man's lanky body. The vampire is already thinking of sitting before a fire, he may not feel the chill but he can sense it and the memory of a warm fire place comforts him.

When they start moving towards the small port town James can hear the people chattering inside the buildings although there are very few on the streets in the harsh weather. Having fed on the other vampire's blood James' hunger is now completely sated, that did not mean he was not hyper aware of the scent of his potential meals.

[PopeAlessandros]

The innocent look in the boy's eyes as he asks his question burns deep with irony deep inside the elder vampire and he smiles faintly. 'It's strange, but to the villagers he is indeed a monster, having killed several people without thought or remorse. However in all this, he is truly innocent of any wrong doing' Mentally shrugging he adds, Well, so are we all if we only kill to feed. It's our nature, like the wolf or the hawk' He nods gently, slipping back around do he can grip the boy at the waist. “Yes little one, we will get out of the open soon. The inn is not far.” He goes over the directions to the inn in his head, mapping out the turns. 'It should only take a couple minutes, if that'

Keeping a grip on the boy he walks past the first couple houses, focusing on the road in front of him. After a little while he notices the flexing and tensing the youngster’s muscles are doing beneath his pale skin. Glancing at him through the onslaught of raindrops he squeezes his hip reassuringly. “Just a little further little one.” He murmurs, his eyes traveling over to a group of men trying to get a stubborn cow into a stable. 'Some beasts are just so stupid, it is unfathomable' Remembering for a moment Horace Dorian makes a split second decision as the Jameston Inn comes into view. Instead of heading for the welcoming twinkle of firelight dancing against the window pains, the elder turns and moves towards the stables attached to the dull brick building.

As they step through the open doorway, left open by a foolish customer most likely, Dorian scans the area before letting the boy go. 'No one here, it is safe to let him roam a bit' Tousling his blond head he murmurs, “Only stopping here for a moment little one. I wish to check on my horse.” His hand slides down so he can grip the young one's chin. Tugging gently so he can look into the dark blue eyes under the blond mop he adds seriously, “I know you are most likely feeling full, but I will warn you anyways: Do not snack on the horses. Also, feel free to look around while I check on Horace, but is someone walks in, do not panic. Simply move to my side. Everything will be fine, I promise.” Letting go of the boy's chin he taps him gently on the nose before turning to his stallion in the far stall. Walking over he watches as the horse's head comes up, nickering softly at the sight of his master.

Coming up to his stall Dorian reaches out, taking the stallion's muzzle in hand. Stroking it softly he murmurs quietly. Nothing specific, just faint nonsense words. His senses remain, however, trained on the young vampire in the stable with him. Overhead the storm beats on the roof. The stable is dry though, much to Dorian's satisfaction. 'Even with their hopeless guests, at least the owners have kept up with basic stable maintenance. It is good to see humans taking such interest in caring for horses that are not their own' Horace shakes his mane, letting out a faint whinny as if to agree with the vampire's silent musing.

[Medilia]

James stays pressed to the older vampire's side content in the fact he would keep the young vampire safe. The inn was close now but in the last moment they deviate and move around the side and into a stable. The lamp light flikers in the stables giving everything an uneven shade of golden light. He curiously glances around unsure of why they are there, but the oter vampire is quick to explain. Lifting his chin the elder gives a srict orders before tapping his nose and moving away. James listens to the ehavy rain on the roof, inhales the scent of the horses and slowly he begins to edge inside some more looking around uncertainly. He became quickly entranced by the sounds and smells that he was not paying attention to other things and a man steps in without is notice.

"Good to see you made it out of the forest alive," One of the men wo had met Dorian at the edge of the forest smiles as he walks further in. "Any clues about what the monster is?"

Shocked by the man's apperance James scuttls to the other's side which only drws attention to him.

"Oh! I didn't realise you had a companion."

[PopeAlessandros]

The faint sound of footsteps slashing towards the stable prompts Dorian to give his horse a few final pats and turn towards the door. As soon as the mans steps into view the elder raises his arm slightly towards the boy. 'He is from before, the one with the pistol. It seems he is not one to rest even when his men do' He chuckles lightly as the newborn scampers over to him. Wrapping his arm around him he pulls the smaller male close, turning his face away from the man by the door. “Yes, we came along from my home town together on Horace. He wanted to get into the woods so badly that he ducked in at the top of the ridge.” The lies roll smoothly off his tongue, sounding completely believable and honest. “The lightning spooked him as one point though and he took a little tumble down the hill. He is quite the mess now, but he is unharmed.” Bringing the arm wrapped around the boy up he brushes his fingers through his hair lightly. “I fear a good scrubbing is in order.”

He smiles at the man faintly. “You will forgive him for not speaking, he is quite shy, you understand.” Acting very much like a protective lover Dorian wraps his arm back around the little one and holds him tight. Looking out past the man's shoulder he chuckles again. “As for the monster, no such luck. If there really is one out there I'd suppose it's hiding on a day like this. And in truth, there are many other reasonable explanations that a monster doing these killings. I think you and your men should make yourselves more familiar with the beasts of this land. Perhaps then you will be able to identify the thing tearing into these poor people.” Sliding his hand down to the boy's waist he propels him forward, moving towards the door. As they draw even with the man, the youth on his opposite side, Dorian gives him a polite nod and murmurs, “If you will excuse us, I believe we will go dry off a bit.”

The man nods back. “Sure thing squire. The bath's here are good, and if you drop you clothes off with Anna she can get them cleaned for you by morning.”

“Thank you.” Dorian replies before making his way back out into the rain, the young one held tight to his side. Smiling down at him he whispers softly, “See, he didn't suspect a thing. Now we just need to get you cleaned up, and some fresh clothing.” At the door to the inn Dorian pauses, giving the boy a once over to ensure that there are no overt signs of blood exposed. Once he is satisfied he tucks an arm back around him and opens the door to the warm front room.

The furnishings are not lavish, but most definitely on the higher end of common. To the right in the middle of the far wall is a large fireplace, several comfortable chairs and a pair of sofas set before it on a large hearth rug. Directly in front of them along the far wall is a counter with a large rack of keys behind it and a cheery cheeked plump woman leaning against the dark wooden surface. The counter continues on tot he right all the way to the wall where the fireplace is, but only a few feet along it converts into a bar. To the left of the counter is a large wooden staircase leading up tot he second floor, and to the left of that is a long hall lined with doors. The cheery woman waves them over as soon as she spots them.

“Hello dearies, dreadful night isn't it? Don't suppose it was much fun getting here, oh my, you look soaked to the bone! I will have some tubs prepared for you, should be ready soon. Bath is last door on the left, second floor. Just leave you wet clothes in the bath, I'll tend to them later. There are robes in the bath, and nightgowns in the room. Now, who might you two be?” Normally the onslaught of information tumbling from the woman's lips would leave the guest stunned, and truthfully, she expects it now.

However Dorian doesn't miss a beat. “Thank you ma'am, a bath would be lovely. If you would not mind, my companion's clothing is beyond repair, so if you have some spare, I would gladly pay handsomely for it along with my bill. My name is Dorian Helvek, I reserved a room a week ago my wire. If you would be so kind as to direct us to our room? Oh, and you must forgive me, my companion decided to join me at the last minute. We will share the room, however if it is extra to have two in a room I will pay that as well, no question.”

The woman gives the two a knowing look, a faintly disproving note entering her voice as she looks up Dorian's reservation before grabbing the key to his room and handing it over. “There is an extra charge for the extra person, and I'm sure I've got something around here that will fit your, companion, so don't you worry about that. I will deliver the clothing along with yours in the morning”

Taking the key with his free hand the elder resists the urge to roll his eyes at her tone of voice and disproving look at the young man. “I thank you ma'am, and may you stay warm on this beautiful night.” She simply nods back with a grunt and points up the stairs. 'She sure changed her mind about us in a hurry. But, no matter. We have what we need from her for now' Their room happens to be the last door on the right, directly across from the bath. The coincidence brings an honest smile to the elder's lips as he slips the key into the lock and opens the door to he and the little one's room. Closing the door behind them he lets the boy got to explore and lets out a long sigh. 'A bath sounds like heaven just now. Though one would suppose heaven for something like me would be like hell for an angel, heh'

[Medilia]

James is silent as he is held and protected by the older vampire. His face is concealed from view as he buries it against the other's throat, the young vampire is paying little mind to the conversation more interested with the scent of the older vampire who he is quickly bonding to. There is a gentle urging and James moves out of the stables with the other man leaving the human behind.

Staying away from humans completely seems to be impossible in this small village, no sooner have they left the stable than they enter the inn. James dares to peek at his surroundings through this matter blonde hair. He feels the warmth of the fire and memories of hummanity course through him. He turns to look at the inn keeper, she is a rather tasty looking woman and he decides she will make a fine breakfast for tomorrow morning. her disaproval permiates the air as she gives his protector the required information.

Before he can enact any plans to attack the woman they are moving again and she is left behind. Still pressing tightly against the older vampire James is silent as they go up the stairs and into the small room. There is only one bed but he is sure they will make do with it none the less. He now turns to the older vampire. "James," he says . "I was called James before I came here." he is dripping onto the wooden floor as he stands in the middle of the room. He is completely soaked through and his matted hair clings to his pale face. Blue eyes are observing the room, the small desk and chair, the old rug at the foot of the bed. "We're safe now?" he inquires as he begins to remove his soppig wet clothes. Beneath his large coat he is covered in the blood of his many victims and in dirt and mud, the young vampire is an absolute mess. Even his skin is braised and scratched where he caught himself in the woods or a victim landed a hit. The vampire moves towards the far corner of the room where a closed in metal heater is lit warming up the room. He now only wore his pants, he could feel the heat and for a moment he swears he can feel it warming his skin.

[PopeAlessandros]

Dorian watches the boy look around the room, smiling at the curiosity of the newborn. 'I can not quite recall what it is like to take interest in such things. I have seen so many rooms just like this I bet I could walk through it blindfolded and not bump into anything' “James.” he repeats, his voice low and contemplative. “At least you recall that much, that is good.” Moving forward he scoops up the foul smelling clothes as the young man drops them and brings them over to the stove. 'Once they are dry, I shall burn them. That should be the last danger, least he takes to feeding without asking' Setting the pile near the heat Dorian reaches over and runs his fingers through James's hair. “We are safe here, for now, as long as you do as I say little one.”

Turning the boy so he can get a better look at him he takes in the various injuries. His fingers trail down over his body as he checks each one to make sure it's healing properly. Kneeling down he turns him around to check the ones on his back and lets out a sigh. “You really should be more careful with your body. We may be immortal, but we can scar if we are not careful.” Turning the boy once again so he is facing the elder he pulls the smaller man's chin up so he can look into his eyes. “You do not want to spend eternity looking like some mid evil slave or mercenary, covered head to toe with ugly white and pink scars.”

Brushing his fingers once again through the wet blond mess atop James's head Dorian steps back and pulls off his own coat. He drapes it over his arm and looks to the bed. 'Looks fine for two to share, as long as he does not thrash about' Looking over his shoulder at James he murmurs, “Leave you pants on until we get to the bath. I do not think they would take kindly to you wandering around naked.” Turning his head back forwards he adds, “Though it is quite comfortable, I admit.” His fingers come up and he loosens his cravat slightly before walking over to the lone chair and sitting down so he can remove his shoes.

[Medilia]

James automatically presses his head against Dorian's hand as strong fingers run throughis damp matted hair, the older vampire's strong reassuring voice gains his attention immediately and he is surprised when the taller man begins to inspect his wounds, the young one immediately complies with the prompting moving and adjusting as needed. He runs his own fingers tenderly down is torso feeling the healing wounds. "They fought back," he replies simply. "I still ate them in the end." His skin was warm now that he had been standing in front of the fire, the young vampire practically purrs as the fingers run through his hair again. The matted locks are a lost cause which would no doubt have to be cut. The older vampire moves away and James turned back to the fire.

Warm and drythe vampire moves over to Dorian very much a timid creature again, he yawns widely like a cat. Since becoming a vampire he had rested little, young vampires like young everything else they need sleep. Drawn to the older vampire who he is bonding to he, without invitation curls onto his lap. For the first time he feels safe and secure, James rests his face in the crook of Dorian's neck. Fangs slip from his gums and into Dorian's flesh, but he doesn't viciously suck his blood again, instead he just rests with hs fangs imbedded in Dorian's throat. Eyes fluttering closed he begins to fall asleep.

[PopeAlessandros]

Moments after getting his socks and shoes off, Dorian is plagued by a lap full of newborn. He opens his mouth to object but pauses as his neck is once again assaulted by his sharp little fangs, this time on the other side. 'Oh, for crying out loud, he is like one of those lazy cats the stable masters use to hunt mice. Always just doing what they feel like, selfishly demanding attention' With a sigh Dorian pulls the boy's fangs from his neck with a tutting noise. “Now now, we must get to the bath first. I will not share my bed with one so filthy.” Slipping an arm under James's knees he wraps the other around his back before standing, lifting him bridal style. Maneuvering carefully he picks up his socks with his toes and tucks his coat beneath the lump in his arms.

Opening the door carefully he closes it gently behind him. The faint sound of a heartbeat catches his attention and he slowly turns to look down the hall towards the stairs. There at the top of the stairs is a young girl and what looks to be her mother. The faint thumping of another set of feet coming up the stairs snaps his gaze to the large woman from behind the desk carrying up a large bag and cursing loudly. The guests don't move and he voice calls to them, “What's the hold up m'lady, lass?” The questions startles the two and the younger girl moves closer to cling to the woman. Dorian can't suppress a grin as he holds James a little closer.

“Do not respond little one. I can handle this.” He murmurs soothingly as the large woman finally makes the landing.

She looks down the hall and at the sigh of Dorian holding James so comfortably her face contorts ever so slightly in disgust. Still, ever the proper innkeeper she calls out, “Everything alright for you down there, Mister Helvek?”

Dorian nods. “Very well miss, we were just heading to the bath now. My companion is very tired and trying to fall asleep on me. I'll be sure to wash him up good before we climb beneath those nice clean white sheets on that fine bed you have been so kind as to provide for us. Tah.” With that he smiles sweetly at the girl and her mother, their scents having given them away by now, and turns tot he door leading to the bath. Slipping inside he chuckles to himself. “Humans have an odd way of baulking change. What is new, or different, they fight so hard to advance, while something deep inside of them seems to fear the very idea of change.”

Looking around the room he smiles at the slightly old fashioned décor. Rather than the porcelain tubs he has at his own mansion, large wooden ones sit in the middle of the tiled room on either side of a large drain. Making sure the boy is awake enough to stand he sets James down on his feet beside one of the tubs. The water inside is hot, but not too hot, the steam causing the large stain glass windows to fog. As he strips down he calls over to the newborn. “Just shuck off the rest of your clothing and leave them by the tub. I will take them back to the room and burn them later with the rest. If you need help getting into the tub, not that you should, just let me know.” Tilting his head so he can see around the boy he adds, “There is a rack hanging off the tub with soap in it, be sure to use it. I will help you with your hair when I am finished.”

Walking over to one of the clothes hampers he peeks inside to make sure it's empty before pulling off his, partially dry now, clothing and placing it inside. The warmth from the steam clings to his skin and with a smile he makes his way over to the other bub and climbs in. The tub is chest high when standing next to it, and the little set of stairs provided make getting in rather easy. A long sigh finds it's way out of him as he takes a seat on the submerged stool built into the tub itself. Slouching down a bit so the water is up to his chin he lets out a soft hiss ass the hot water lashes at his neck wounds. “Lovely.” he murmurs to himself and with his arms dangling limply at his sides he lets his whole body relax.

[Medilia]

James whines as his fangs are withdrawn from Dorian's throat he gives a small snap of his fangs towards the elder but quickly settles as he is lifted by the elder. Jame's face moves to Dorian's chest as he is carried from the room. Outside the door he can hear the heart beats of the people and lazily turns to look at them with mild curiosity. He is not hungry and quickly determinds that they are worthy of his time so settles himself back down. He understands why the inn keeper is so disgusted but can not find the energy to care about her opinion or the fact that before he became like this he would have been the same. They move into the bathroom and he is put down.

James quickly pulls off his pants and climbs into the warm bath tub, the sensation against his skin is comforting and he slips himself under the water. Without the need for breath he remains under the water for several minutes before coming up and starting to scrub himself with the soap. Within a few short moments the bath water is dark with the dirt he has washed off of his body. He is starting to feel better now that he was cleaned and fed, but he still wants to sleep. He turns towards Dorian. "Can we wash my hair now?I want to sleep." He had barely slept since becoming a vampire and he is exhausted.

[PopeAlessandros]

After a full minute of just relaxing, letting the hot water do it's work on his joints, stiff from riding, he sighs contently and sits up. Reach over the lip of the tub to the small rack hanging from the thick wood he pulls out the hair care products and goes to work cleaning the road dust from his scalp. 'It is so much easier for vampires to keep clean, having to sweat or the like, but dust has always been an unavoidable evil that both races must bare' As soon as his hair is clean he scrubs over his body quickly and stands. Looking over to the other basin his brows furrow. 'I did not hear him leave, wh-' His thoughts are cut short by the little one's head breaching the surface of the water. 'Ah, I see' Leaning against the edge of the tub he watches the boy scrub himself and after a few seconds he makes a decision.

Moving carefully out of his bath he moves over to James's and waits for him to finish. Glancing back at the hygiene rack he nods at the sight of a little pair of scissors before turning back to the newborn. He smiles at the question and nods. “Yes, we may do your hair now, however a slight change before that.” Reaching into the water he scoops the boy out of the filthy water and carries him other to the other bath. Slipping him down into the still steaming water he climbs into the tub behind the boy and has him take a set on the stool, facing away so he has easy access to the blond mop.

“Now little one, hold still and keep your head back when I tell you to.” With that he begins the grizzly duty of scrubbing the unruly honey colored locks. It takes him several minutes to wash it clean, his fingers working right down to the scalp to get at all the grim that had gathered there since the boy was re-born, and maybe even before. Once he's sure it's completely clean he slicks James's hair with conditioner and lets it sit for a few minutes. All the while he can feel it. His blood coursing through the other's veins, the action binding them in an ancient and indescribable way. “Head back while it sets. Do not need it running down into your eyes.” He murmurs. 'It really has been a long time since I have sired one. Even if James is not mine, the bonding seems to be going well'

His fingers run up to the already healing wounds on his neck. 'I know many of my kind drink from one another for fun, but it really is different with a newborn. I have only once let anyone other than my own taste me and it was for more. . . Uncomfortable than it was thrilling' Rinsing the conditioner out he works out all the knots he can before it's all gone, and is left with only a few hopeless mats. “Now I just need to trim these out and we are set for now. Do not move, these are sharp.” Reaching over to the rack he scoops up the scissors and carefully pulls up one of the mats. Wrapping a hand around the boy's forehead he pulls him back against his chest to help him keep still as he snips the three tangled masses from the now pristine hair. Once he is done he sets the scissors down and picks the boy up again. 'He is so tired' He muses, slipping into his own robe before wrapping one around the slick body in his arms.

Moving quickly he scoops up the blood soaked trousers and makes his way back to their room. Dropping the rags by the fire pot he moves a chair close to it's warmth and sets James down in it. Using the sleeves from the robe he does his best to dry his hair before doing his own and letting out a sigh. Picking the boy up once more he leaves the robe on the chair and pulls the covers back with his foot, settling the young man on the clean sheets. Moving back to the chair to settle his own robe on the back of the chair Dorian crosses back to the bed and climbs in with a groan on contentment. “Now you may sleep little one.” he murmurs, settling on to his back with his arms up under the pillows. Slipping one hand down he pulls the covers up to just above the bottom of his ribcage, relishing the cool evening air mixed with the heat from the fire. His arm slides back under the pillow and he gets comfortable.

[Medilia]

As James is scooped from the water he wraps his arms around Dorian's neck as he is carried dripping across the bathroom and is gently deposited into the clean water. He settles on the stool with the elder vampire behind him. His eyes flutter closed as Dorian begins to work the dirt and grime from his scalp, they sit there together in silence as Dorian washes his hair for him working out the dirt and knots strand by strand.The conditioner is slicked through his hair and he sits with his head back. The conditioner is washed out and the matted parts of his hair are cut out. James yawns widely small fangs slipping out as he does so, with the last mat cut out he leans back against Dorian.

He pulls on the robe that Dorian offers him before they cross back over the hallway and into their bedroom where Dorian sits him before the fire, the warmth is comforting and he is still for the older vampire as his hair is dried with the robe before both are left on the chair and he is carried over to the bed. James yawned looking up at Dorian as the older vampire climbs into the bed beside him. James moves in close wrapping his legs and arms around Dorian, his face buried into the crook of the older vampire's neck and he quickly falls asleep purring contently like a cat as he sleeps.

The day passes the young vampire by and he only snuggles deeper into the covers and occasionally whines in his sleep. When the sun begins to set he rouses eyes blinking open lazily. He is thirsty now and as he sits up he begins to sniff for blood and listen for heart beats. He crawls over Dorian to get off the bed and uncaring of his nudity moves towards the door, there is someone in the hallway.