((OOC: Sorry, I wrote some of what he'd reply earlier, I'm not sure if that'll change your post at all ^^'))<br/><br/>Dmitri felt every hair stand on end as the vampire approached, his breath caught in a lump in his throat. Jesus Christ, he even moved like a dancer! It was too perfect to be natural, every little stretch of muscle was flawlessly smooth, he could have sworn the guy even had power over every shift of fabric, it all seemed to glide with him.<br/>What ifâ€¦<br/>Sayâ€¦<br/>Say he wasnâ€™t young at all, his features screamed otherwise, but nothing on earth could grace a room like that, heâ€™d seen something like it just the once in a retired ballet dancer (as a matter of fact heâ€™d been selling her drugs at the time and sheâ€™d attempted to charm a discount or at least a buy one get one offer out of him. Tragically sheâ€™d succeeded with flying colours and he crumbled hook line and sinker, but seventeen year olds are notoriously EASY and Dmitri was no acceptation), but that kind of movement had taken a life time of practice and perfectionists streak to boot.<br/><br/>Thisâ€¦ this manâ€¦ he didnâ€™t seem that old, but then vampires, he had to remind himself, didnâ€™t age. Just what WAS he dealing with here?!<br/><br/>Dmitri had to stop himself from back peddling when he reached out to touch Dmitri. He didnâ€™t know how he hadnâ€™t seen it coming, heâ€™d been so transfixed on the way the guy walked (<span style="font-style: italic">â€™Fuck! Just listen to yourself!</span>the little sane portion of his brain screamed, the bit with both feet still planted firmly on planet earth,<span style="font-style: italic">â€™Get a grip already! Itâ€™s JUST a person walking across a room, not some fucking trans-dimensional ballet performance! Close your goddamn mouth and chill out! Play it cool or you wonâ€™t get the job dumbass!</span>â€™) that heâ€™d seem to have skiped a minute of his life story. Like when someone sits on the TV remote and jumps the scene WAAAAY to quickly leaving all the audience groaning and throwing whateverâ€™s in armâ€™s length at the accused remote squisher.<br/><br/>His hand was cool on his cheek, not unpleasant at all, but Dmitri still twitched like heâ€™d been touched by an electric fence and not a man, he was so unprepared that the sensation felt like static, it stole the breath clean from his lungs and silenced his pulse.<br/><br/>For a moment he was struck dead and could do nothing more than lock gazes.<br/><br/>He spoke and the experience was intense enough that if God peered down from his big fluffy throne in the sky and tried to talk along sides it would only fall on the deaf. Dmitri had ears for this stranger alone.<span style="font-style: italic">"Do I make you nervous Dmitri?"</span><br/>Answering was almost an impossibility.<br/>Even his eyes were mesmerizing (in retrospect Dmitri was a firm believer that MOST if not ALL eyes are mesmerizing, itâ€™s just that one fairly finds the time to stare into anyoneâ€™s at such close proximity and leisurely paceâ€¦) full of a calm, collected wisdom, finely coloured, like wine swilling at the bottom of a glass and glistening like beads from a childâ€™s necklace.<br/><br/>Eventually me managed to croak, â€œâ€¦yes, but nat fer reasonâ€™s I vould haf thought,â€ disarmed as he was, years of teaching unravelled and he could only be honest. Honest in sentiment, honest in accent. Once upon a time his mammy had scolded him for it, told him that after the cold war no one trusted a Russian, commie bastards, and if he wanted to get anywhere he had better lose it quick. It was shameful to speak your own way in someone elseâ€™s country! Even now he couldnâ€™t help but to feel a tiny ashamed sting when he slipped back to that terrible habit.<br/><br/>The vampire ran a hand through his hair and guided him in. The situation felt both bizarre and assuring all at once like a warped version of being the new kid as they were taken around school by the teacher. Dmitri was more than happy to relinquish any control he had over the foreign scenario, this guy had the confidence of someone that had done this before.<br/>Relief washed over him in a cool balm. Tension he didnâ€™t even realize he was holding unwound in his shoulders and Dmitri suddenly felt a bit more human and able to think straight again.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You have such a sexy accent. I rather like it. Russian if I am not mistaken."</span>the man smiled teasingly, but there was no ill intent there, at least not as far as Dmitri could tell and it put him further at ease. There was a recognisable spark of personality in that. Something Dmitri could relate to. On top of that this vampire was carrying a hint of his own native dialect, the two were remarkably similar in flavour, close enough that to anyone listening the two could have sired in the same lands, to Dmitri, who was used to his mammy hollering at the neighbours in her bear trappers, mountain climbing slang, both were from different worlds.<br/><br/>He nodded in reply, slipping into that inexperienced role a little too easily, the starts of a blush burning furiously behind his cheeks. The accent had never been called sexy before, harsh maybe, but sexy, well, that was err new! Only nerves stopped him from grinning like a cat or winking and whipping out the most saucy flirts in his arsenal.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "My name is Michaelangelo Dracul. You are a rather intriguing male Dmitri."</span>there was a flash of fang in his smile that sent a shiver down Dmitriâ€™s spine. Oh how he would loved to have said it was because it was chilling, but there was a hint of something else there too,<span style="font-style: italic"> "Don't worry Dmitri...I only bite the willing."</span>â€¦ Something that warmed slightly further down his abdomen.<br/>Dmitri swallowed dry.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€™Ready and willing, boss!â€™</span>a little voice in his head chirped. Traitor! If you could shoot your own mind a glare he would have. How on earth could be being bitten sound inviting!? Whoâ€™s stupid idea was that!?<br/>A shy grin stole its way into his expression and he quickly looked at his feet, praying to God that Michelangelo (what a name! It didnâ€™t do his just-out-of-a-painting-looks justice!) didnâ€™t catch the eagerness in his eyes, â€œLucky me,â€ he giggled.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You go to school Dmitri? Have things you hold dear with which will need to be retrieved?"</span><br/><br/>Dmitri nodded, trying to wipe his smile, â€œA few things, but I can sort that all out quickly,â€ and then added a touch guilty and quickly, â€œMy course is only part time, I hope that doesnâ€™tâ€¦ â€œ he fidgeted with his sleeve and looked up slightly wide eyed, â€œIf itâ€™s a problem I donâ€™t mind dropping it?â€<br/><br/>Where had THAT come from!? Once again his lips spoke before his head had time to catch up. Education was important, no shit about that and before now heâ€™d firmly decided that it would be un-negotiable, there was to be no compromise, how had he offered to give it up so easily, so readily!?<br/><br/>Michelangelo moved to inspect him better, running his hands over Dmitriâ€™s slightly lanky form. Try before you buy he supposed. Normally he would have quipped something about not touching the merchandise, but his voice for humour was away for lunch. The touch gave him butterflies, made him awkward and unsure where to put his arms or how to stand, shit, he was such a mess! Dmitri had a figure he had yet to grow into and apparently the vampire saw that too,<span style="font-style: italic"> "You should eat better Dmitri. You have a form which is much too sexy to be so unfilled out. We will have to fix that."</span>he said with another fang filled smile. Apparently Michelangelo had a sense of humour. Dmitri got the feeling he was enjoying getting a blush out of him.<br/><br/>Well, at least he was going to take him for dinner first. Canâ€™t say your common street whore got that kind of luxury!<br/><br/>Dmitri raised an eyebrow, â€œIf thatâ€™s my first order I think I can get used to this job,â€ he grinned, still sounding more nervous than amused, but thankfully some of his old witty repertoire was creeping back in. Normal service will resume momentarily!<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Yes. You will do. Come along."</span>He never thought heâ€™d be so grateful to hear â€˜youâ€™ll doâ€™ in his life! This was a blessing! A cure all for all his worries and letâ€™s face it, things could have been a lot worse! Michelangelo was something else! He took Dmitri by the hand who curled his fingers back around his new masters as a way of thanks, scarcely capable of speech.<br/>If his mammy knew thoughâ€¦<br/>He winced inwardly.<br/>She would be sickened to the coreâ€¦ a vampireâ€™s play thing! What a taboo!<br/><br/>Michelangelo paused only to have a word with the desk girl and what a word it was! The numbers involved made him goggle-eyed, but not half as much as the tone involved, honest to god, it was like phone sex with a dominatrix, suddenly his head was swamped with images and fantasies of the vampire playing boss, â€˜punishingâ€™ him, but he stamped those embers out before they could ignite a flame. So the guy was a little bit of delicious, that was no excuse to walk down the road with a loaded gun in your pants if you catch my drift!<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€™TONE IT DOWN!â€™</span>his inner sceptic snapped,<span style="font-style: italic">â€˜Of course heâ€™s sexy! He HAS to be sexy! Itâ€™s a hunting mechanism, a vampire HAS to be pretty enough that a personâ€™ll think, yes I will go down that dark alley alone with you. Itâ€™s probably some kind of magic you idiot and youâ€™ve fallen for it hook line and sinker!â€™</span><br/><br/>Dmitri swallowed, mood suddenly killed and inspected his new master behind his back as he gave the sarcy desk girl what she deserved. What if he was right? Suddenly he felt slightly betrayed for something that might not have even happened. He didnâ€™t want to imagine that was true. Although there was so much that he didnâ€™t know or understand about vampire or the man personally, every gut instinct told him that Michelangelo wasnâ€™t a bad manâ€¦ he must have been lonely to come here, bad people donâ€™t feel that need for companyâ€¦ for loveâ€¦<br/>He reached out and subtly held on to the back of his sleeve, trying not to pout like a reluctant child told that itâ€™s time to go home and leave his friends.<br/><br/>Shock suddenly snapped him out of it as Michelangelo stepped into the glare of the sun, â€œWait!â€ he yelpedâ€¦ then froze. Confused.<br/><br/>â€œNothing happened!â€ he blinked, looking his new master up and down, eyes desperately searching every inch of his body, trying to look for anything untoward, â€œYouâ€¦ you didnâ€™t burn!â€<br/><br/>Instead the vampire seemed completely and utterly untouched, not even slightly pained, NOTHING!<br/><br/>Dmitriâ€™s head swam as reality hit him. Was being able to day walk part of being an older vampire?! Just who was this man!? How on earth could he afford or WANT to spend so much in obtaining what was essentially a slave?!<br/><br/>A horrible realization suddenly hit him, it was nothing personal, Dmitri was quite taken with Michelangelo, just that paranoia had given him the tools to survive the streets and he wasnâ€™t about to abandon it nowâ€¦<br/>What if this was a pay off?<br/>If you slipped the right people the right amount of cash you could make someone disappear, you could make it look like an accident whilst you kept them chained up in the basement or some weird shit like that! He didnâ€™t know! Heâ€™d just heard stories, okay!?<br/><br/>Dmitri felt illâ€¦<br/><br/>Michelangelo looked him over briskly.<span style="font-style: italic"> "I will have to make sure you get new clothes. Things you like. Some new shoes most likely.â€</span>Dmitri glanced down at his tattered boots helplessly, they should have been repaired months ago, butâ€¦ what with bills you never really found shoes much of a concernâ€¦<span style="font-style: italic">â€œYou definitely look like you haven't eaten in a while. We will have to fix that. At least three meals along with any snacks that you will require. In the short hours I need to sleep you can do as you desire. You will be given money outside of the amount you get paid as my companion employee."</span>he said. Waving his hand. "After all...there is money for business and then there is money for pleasure."<br/><br/>The pale boy nodded slightly gingerly in reply, not entirely able to follow what was being said or sure what to say any more, head still going over all the terrible reasons that this vampire COULD POSSIBLY want him for. It was all too good to be true! You couldnâ€™t trust things like thatâ€¦ not in this worldâ€¦ but what could he say!? Heâ€™d already filled in the forms and signed his life (the next few years technically, but his internal monologue was set to dramatic mode) away. It was too late to decide he didnâ€™t want to go through with thisâ€¦ but then was it fair to rule Michelangelo out as a madman before heâ€™d even given him a chance? Then again who would spend so much money on Dmitri? He wasâ€¦ well, he considered himself less than special, sharp minded maybe, but not someone easy on the eye.<br/>Maybe Micheal was just lonelyâ€¦?<br/><br/>He took his hand once again and Dmitri was led on helplessly, â€œVaitâ€”â€œ he twitched and corrected himself almost religiously, â€œWaitâ€¦ Michelangelo,â€ God even the name rolled across the tongue like expensive candy, â€œIâ€¦ err,â€ he hesitated, â€œYouâ€™ve spent so much on â€¦ well, me,â€ the idea sounded crazy even when voiced, his frown deepened, slat grey eyes troubled like a puddle on a rainy day, â€œitâ€™s not that Iâ€™m not grateful or excited, I justâ€¦ Iâ€™m curious; why?â€