Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)
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				Title: <strong>Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>04-07-2012, 05:42:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Satin in a Coffin</span></span></strong></div><div align="center">(http://i1127.photobucket.com/albums/l640/doteli/stories/satin%20coffin/satin_coffin.png)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">OOC: Chat &amp; Information (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=145010.0)</span></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>04-07-2012, 05:43:04</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 00:01:28</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">10:30 pm<br>Location: O'Shea Mansion</span></span><br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1127.photobucket.com/albums/l640/doteli/stories/satin%20coffin/satin_min_yu.png)</div>Tonight was going to be interesting. <em>Very interesting</em>, Min Yu thought as he deleted the text message he had received and clicked the button on the top of his smartphone to turn the display black. It had taken a full month of back and forth deliberations over on the date and time for the meeting, the location for it, and who was allowed to be there – but the Ashwood Crew and the Collins family had finally come to an agreement. It was only the starting point, however. The two groups hadn’t even started negotiations on what had brought them together for the meeting in the first place. Min Yu wasn’t invited to the meeting, of course, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to show up. He’d been waiting with bated breath on how this was going to turn out. <br><br>Min Yu grinned as he stretched out across his bed and stared up at the dark screen of his phone, catching his reflection in it as he held it up towards the ceiling. Ashwood and Collins had been butting heads for the past year, a few confrontations but nothing major. No deaths, no serious injuries; just a lot of threats and bravado. Ashwood were the golden boys and girls of New Arklow’s downtown eastern commercial center. They kept the shops and the nearby neighborhood safe. With Ashwood Crew members patrolling the streets and alleys at night it wasn’t good hunting ground for vampires searching for a late night meal, not unless they were willing to get their skull busted. The Ashwood boys and girls might have kept the area free of vampires, but they’d also introduced a new, and some would even saw more deadly, sort of danger. The goodie two shoes were pushing dope in the area. Hunting vampires didn’t pay well, Min Yu knew that well enough, and so Ashwood had taken to dipping their hands into the city’s drug trade to support their hunting.<br><br>Min Yu could see the entire affair laid out like a map in his mind, all of the players and their connections, the minor and major events that when combined had created this current drama. He tossed his phone into the air and caught it, spun it around in his palm before he tossed it up again. Names, dates, and other bits of information spun around in his head. Min Yu had been playing at this little side game for a long time. Poking his nose into the shady business of humans and vampires. Hunting vampires still occupied his time, as did dealing with his sire, but Min Yu had craved something - more. <br><br>He found that more placing himself in the very middle of the schemes of New Arklow's elite and top dogs. Ashwood had started off selling weed and no one had minded that, but then they had gotten greedy and started selling heroin in their area too. And that pissed a lot of vampires off. The Ashwood Crew’s turf might have been off limits as a feeding ground, but vampires had been pushing product there. Min Yu thought it was a little ridiculous that so much of city’s big time crime was run by vampires instead of humans, but he supposed it was a convenient way for fangs to build their fortunes. The Collins family was an offshoot of the prestigious and respectable O’Callaghan vampire clan. But even old money and good pedigree clans like O’Callaghan needed new sources of income on occasion to support all those charities and lavish lifestyles.<br><br>As his cellphone fell Min Yu caught it for a final time and rolled off the bed. His socked feet hit the floor and he rolled his shoulders as he stood up and unlocked the door to his room. Had he been acting like a <em>proper</em> fledgling ought to he would have never accepted a bedroom of his own. Min Yu had been a grumpy, but otherwise perfect fledgling in the first few months that followed his turning. He had followed Frederick’s orders and stuck close to him, latching onto his side from dusk until dawn, reliant and trusting of his sire to find them a safe spot until the threat of the sun was gone and replaced with the safety of nighttime. But that hadn’t lasted long. The first sign of Min Yu’s abnormality as a fledging had been when he started leaving the satin of Fredrick’s bed in the middle of the day and finding a spot to sleep alone. It’d been an erratic occurrence in the beginning, but now almost five years later Min Yu hadn’t stayed or even shown up in Frederick’s bed for the past two weeks. And some days he didn’t even return home at all, hiding from the sun in hotel rooms.<br><br>Min Yu been going and staying out more frequently, since Frederick had gone off on his <em>bond with me</em> kick. It just seemed like they couldn’t be in the same room for longer than twenty minutes without his sire doing some kind of prodding in the direction of it. Min Yu closed his bedroom down behind him and walked down the hallway towards the master bedroom. Even if Frederick had permitted Min Yu a bedroom of his own he sure hadn’t let Min Yu pick it. If he had gotten a voice he would have picked the guest room furthest from Frederick’s. But Frederick had given him the closest bedroom. Their rooms were only a short walk down the hall from each other. His approach was silent as he made his way to Frederick’s bedroom, the door already open. Min Yu didn’t try to surprise Frederick – he had learned it was nearly impossible. His sire seemed to be able to pinpoint him, probably one of those weird sire and fledgling so-called ‘benefits’. Min Yu just called it annoying.<br><br>He made sure all traces of amusement and grin were clean from his face as he stopped in the length of the doorway. Min Yu didn’t want Frederick to know he was planning on doing anything tonight. So far he looked like he didn’t have any intentions of leaving to explore the city that night. He was still dressed in the clothes he had worn last night, a pair of black slacks and a maroon colored cashmere sweater. Min Yu disliked a lot of things about Frederick, but one aspect of his new life Min Yu had accepted without much hesitation had been the generous access he had to Frederick’s fortune. Hardly a day went by that Min Yu didn’t use one of Frederick’s credit cards to order some new clothes or camera equipment or music. His room was a stockpile of stuff ordered from the internet. Min Yu hadn't even bothered to open most of the packages.<br><br>Min Yu rested his forehead along the frame of the door as the older watcher adjusted his tie. Frederick was always well dressed, a true blue gentlemen, but that night he looked exceptionally done up. Min Yu recognized that tie and those cufflinks. They were the type Frederick wore when he went to the opera or the ballet. Or a charity dinner. Those were so boring. Min Yu weaseled out of them whenever possible, and failing that did his absolute best to embarrass Frederick so his sire would send him home early. This was good though. If Frederick already had plans then Min Yu wouldn’t need to worry about Frederick wandering after him when he slipped out to go mess with the Ashwood and Collins meeting. Min Yu had every intention of turning it into a brilliant disaster and he didn't want Frederick interfering. For the most part he was good at keeping all his schemes and manipulations to a hush, but New Arklow was Frederick's city. Min Yu couldn't completely keep his sire in the dark about his activities.<br><br>“You're looking fancy. Where are you going?” Min Yu asked. He didn’t bother giving his sire any polite or warm greeting. No good evening or smile. Just an impassive look and a flat tone, as if Min Yu didn’t even care for an answer to his question; he crossed his arms and stared at Frederick from underneath his dark eyelashes. He turned his eyebrows a bit, as if he were trying to remember something. He didn't think Fredrick had ordered him to go somewhere or do somewhere for tonight. "I'm not supposed to go, am I?"<br><br>"I can't," Min Yu said quickly. His lips quirked into a dark smile as he raised a hand and tapped the side of his skull with a pale, slim finger. He pulled his lips down into a little pathetic frown, as if what he said next actually had the possibility of being true. "I have a headache."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 03:39:53</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">10:30 pm<br>Location: O'Shea Mansion</span></span><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1094.photobucket.com/albums/i444/reia-elliquiy/Character%20Profiles/spacer.gif)(http://i1094.photobucket.com/albums/i444/reia-elliquiy/Character%20Profiles/Frederick/frederick_04.png)</div>The night was cool, the kind of weather that Frederick enjoyed immensely, and he made a mental note to take Lady Sorcha for a walk in his favorite park after the opera. Standing in front of the large, open, window in his room let him feel the gentle breeze over his skin. Considering the size of his estate, he wasn’t worried about anyone seeing him nude, and if they were to do so he wouldn’t mind as he had no qualms about showing off his body.<br><br>He pulled a dark, charcoal grey tuxedo out of his armoire and hung it on the tall hand carved valet suit hanger he kept in his room. Decades back he’d had a butler, but when the man, a human, had started to suspect about Frederick not aging he’d been let go. It was unfortunate, as Frederick had learned long ago to enjoy the simple pleasures his fortune allowed him.<br><br>An elegant dress shirt followed, the material’s soft sheen showing off its high quality. A black tie, silver cuff links, and leather Italian loafers completed the outfit. Frederick set everything aside and went to his bathroom, picking up the towel he had set aside on the way. Tonight wasn’t special in any way, but as Lady Sorcha was a dear friend and a long time blood supplier for him, he preferred to give her the treatment she deserved. She was part of the Reid family and lived up to the name, her bright red hair, delicate features, and fierce spirit making her one of the strongest and most sought after vampires in the city.<br><br>Frederick set the water so that it was almost scalding and stepped into the shower, closing his eyes as he dipped his head under the spray. He reached blindly for the specialty bar soap he used, an all-natural organic product made by a simple and humble human family. It was something he’d been buying from them for ages and he loved the earthly scent it left on him as it reminded him of his homeland.<br><br>Home was now, as it had been for centuries, New Arklow and he loved it as he knew that no one else could. Having seen it grow from the struggling fishing and mining camp to the surging city it was now had created a deep rooted attachment in Frederick, one he wasn’t willing to give up under any circumstance.<br><br>Thinking of his city had him immediately thinking of his fledgling. Min Yu had proven to be not only difficult and obstinate, but also incredibly abnormal in terms of his rate of maturity. Frederick’d had only three other fledglings before Min Yu, the last one having succumbed to a rare blood disease that he’d contracted after feeding from an infected vampire, and he’d hoped that in helping the young hunter he’d not only make up for his past mistake with Geoffrey, but he'd also find someone to be his companion for the next century or so. Instead he’d earned himself a headache and troublemaker.<br><br>That was what his date with Lady Sorcha was about and as he shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, he thought of how he’d word his assurances to her. Empty assurances, he was sure, as Min Yu was more than likely to go off on another hunting spree as he was wont to do as of late. Frederick tried to push those thoughts out of his head as he dried off and stepped back into his room, but seeing a lack of Min Yu’s personal things reminded him of just how not right his situation was.<br><br>He dressed quickly and efficiently, the tuxedo giving him no trouble at all, and was just giving his tie its final adjustments when Min Yu stepped into the doorway. Frederick continued to make sure he was perfectly attired, ignoring his fledgling for the moment. The urgent need to talk about their possible bonding bubbled up but he quickly tapped it down, knowing that Min Yu would either ignore him or delay him from leaving.<br><br>"You're looking fancy. Where are you going?"<br><br>Frederick looked up and gazed at Min Yu’s reflection in the mirror. "The opera with Lady Sorcha." Ridiculously, he hoped the mention of her would incite some feeling of jealousy within Min Yu, something he'd enjoyed with his previous fledglings.<br><br>"I'm not supposed to go, am I?"<br><br>"No, you’re not." The last time Frederick had invited him out, the young fledgling had made his companions uncomfortable and had almost caused a quite scandalous political incident. When Min Yu tapped his head, stating he had a headache, Frederick rolled his eyes. "You don’t, Min Yu. I don’t see why you find it so necessary to lie to me." He walked over to his armoire and pulled out a long overcoat and matching scarf. Pulling them on, he made his way to Min Yu.<br><br>Frederick stopped in front of his fledgling and looked down at him. Sometimes he forgot how unbelievably young Min Yu truly was and it saddened him to know that he wasn’t being given the opportunity to teach and guide the boy. "Min Yu, have you given the idea of our bonding any more thought? I believe it would be the best, considering our situation. I still don’t understand why you are so opposed to it." He place a gentle hand on Min Yu’s face, his thumb caressing the soft skin underneath the boy’s eye. "Please, my little fledgling, it is the only option we have."<br><br>His accent tended to solidify when tired or stressed, and right now it was as deep as it ever got, his vowels rolling together and the lilting tone hinting to his past. Frederick stared into Min Yu’s eyes and wished for the chance to know what the boy was thinking, something that he would never have if the fledgling continued down his path.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 07:45:59</strong>
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				<em>That bitch</em>, Min Yu thought bitterly. He tried not to let his expression shift into anything ugly as Frederick told him he was seeing the opera with. Min Yu almost succeeded in it. His mouth and the hold of his gaze retained his impassivity, but there was subtle tightening at the corner of his eyes. Just a small twitch, but it was enough of a crack in his expression to let Frederick know Min Yu wasn’t pleased with his sire’s companion for the night. It seemed silly that Min Yu would even care who Frederick dallied with. He hated the opera and Min Yu had been particularly frosty these past few months, shunning any and all forms of affection between them. Even on the few rare nights that Min Yu did show up to share Frederick’s bed he curled up at the edge of it and growled at any suggestion of contact or conversation.<br><br>But it hadn’t always been like that. <br><br>Min Yu didn’t know what to call the thing that went on between them. They were sire and fledgling, but they were sometimes more than that. As a human Min Yu had never had the sort of relationship he had with Frederick. During his sophomore year of high school his family had stayed in a city long enough for Min Yu to make friends and get asked on his first date that had led to having his first and only boyfriend. It’d been all movies and unsupervised parties out in the woods, shy touching and slow kisses. But that had fallen apart when Min Yu’s family had packed up and pursued another hunt. After that Min Yu had never gotten the chance to date again, was never in the same place long enough to take friends, and so had just started hooking up whenever the opportunity popped up.<br><br>He wasn’t dating his sire. Frederick wasn’t his boyfriend. Going to see operas and ballets, attending auctions and art gallery openings might have seemed like dates, but they never felt like it. They felt more like lessons. And it wasn’t like Frederick was a just a hook up either, because Min Yu woke up every night and saw him. They lived together in the same house and they usually ate together. Frederick tried to teach him things (though Min Yu just wasn’t a good student or listener), took care of all his needs, and protected him from the rest of Arklow. It wasn’t just sex. <br><br>Min Yu supposed Frederick would be superfluous and call them something like lover and beloved if he pushed for his sire to name it, but Min Yu never broached the subject. They just didn’t talk about it much. It happened, but only when Min Yu wanted and he couldn’t deny the thrill he got out of that. They only had sex when Min Yu pressed himself into Frederick and asked for it. Min Yu didn’t know why he had started it between them in the first place, why he had curled up in Frederick’s lap one night five years and knocked a book out of his sire’s hand and asked for a kiss. <br><br>Maybe it was because he had always found something enticing about the older man, even when Min Yu had been mortal and terrified of him. Maybe it had been the way Min Yu had seen how Frederick watched him when he was sure Min Yu wasn’t paying any attention. Or maybe he had done it just because it had seemed like the right thing to do when he had been freshly turned, lost and wanting comfort; needing comfort – seeking proof that Frederick liked him and wanted him. That his sure wasn’t going to destroy him or leave. Min Yu had never been a very good fledgling from the start, but he had still been a fledgling. Still was, technically. And at one point he had reveled in Frederick’s power, had wanted to roll around and bask in it. But that hadn’t lasted very long. He’d gotten over his clingy phase in what seemed like weeks. And then Frederick had become someone not to be pleased, but someone to be challenged.<br><br>When Min Yu had sex with Frederick now he didn’t do it because it seemed like the right thing. He just did it because he wanted it and liked how easy it was to entice Frederick into screwing him, despite all the rough patches and difficulties in their relationship – whatever that relationship between them was. But their relationship was changing, and not in the direction Min Yu wanted it to go. Frederick wanted to give it a name.<em>Mates</em>.<br><br>Min Yu stared up at Frederick’s as his sire’s large hand cupped his face and the pad of his thumb caressed his soft and pale skin. There wasn’t anything in Min Yu’s eyes. They were just dark and reflective, like looking into a mirror with the bathroom door closed and the light turned off. It had just been the evening before that Frederick had brought up the subject of bonding. Min Yu had promised to <em>think about it </em> to get his sure to back off about it. And Min Yu had given it a lot of thought during the day. He had a lot of thoughts about it, and he had decided to do something about them. Min Yu had crafted all his thoughts into a risky but well laid out plan. Frederick may have thought bonding was the only option they had left, but Min Yu had crafted out another option. And he was choosing his, whether or not Frederick would be pleased with it. And he knew his sire wouldn’t be.<br><br>He closed his eyes and latched onto the fading notes of Frederick’s accent. Much as he hated his sire most of the time, even Min Yu couldn’t deny that there was something sweet and soft to Frederick’s voice, especially when his words were wrapped in his accent. It was good to hear that his sire was tired. Min Yu could only hope that would serve him well when Frederick learned what he had done – what he was going to go do, once Frederick was out of the mansion.<br><br>“Yeah. I’ve thought about it,” Min Yu said softly and nuzzled the side of his face into Frederick’s gentle hand. He blinked his eyes opened and looked up at Frederick for a moment, turning his expression soft and slightly vulnerable. Frederick always told him not to lie, not to even try it, but Min Yu had learned how to lie best from watching Frederick interact with all those people like Sorcha.<br><br>Min Yu stepped closer to his sire and reached up for the scarf. He artfully looped it around Frederick’s neck and settled it into place in an artful manner. When he had finished he set his thin hands on his sire’s broad shoulders and rocked to his tippy toes so he could bury his face into the crook of Frederick’s neck, taking in the scent of his soap and the softness of the scarf.<br><br>“Will you be home before sun up?” Min Yu asked. There was a tiny edge of plea in his voice. How strange Min Yu would be so impassive and then act so sugary. How he would refuse and deny and ignore Frederick's prior talks of bonding and now suddenly encourage it. But that’s how he so often was with Frederick. Cold and than hot, sharp and than soft.<br><br>“We can talk more about bonding when you get back. And I’ll do something special for you,” he whispered as he moved his face close enough to let his lips drag over Frederick’s jaw without really kissing him. After a second Min Yu let himself drop back down flat on his feet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>07-07-2012, 00:41:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><br>11:30 pm<br>Location: O'Shea Mansion | New Arklow's Opera House</span></span><br><br><hr><br>The minute tightening at the corner of Min Yu's eyes was on the forefront of Frederick's thoughts as he stared into his fledgling's dark gaze. There was nothing there to see and the lack of a proper connection between them hurt more than he could say, even when he was sure that what he had seen had been a small flash of jealousy. When Min Yu closed his eyes and then nuzzled into his hand, a faint tendril of hope wiggled its way through Frederick. It was moments like these that wounded him, because afterwards he knew that they had been faked, that Min Yu had only been playing along, as if he'd been forced to fill in a role. The soft, vulnerable look in his fledgling's eyes had that hope surging through him and he smiled softly.<br><br>His smile grew slightly as Min Yu arranged his silk scarf so that it suited him perfectly. The feeling of those smaller hands resting on his shoulders gave him memories of their first few times together, when his fledgling had been needy and sought comfort from his sire as had been expected. Min Yu stood up on his toes and pressed his face into Frederick's neck and the small, insignificant action of the young man smelling him reminded him how long it had actually been since their last time together. He was being entirely too soft and lenient and if he wanted the bonding to take place, he needed to reassert his dominance.<br><br>Min Yu's lips moved softly across his jaw and Frederick almost cracked. Instead he gripped his fledgling's arms tightly, too tightly possibly, he never bothered to measure his own strength anymore, and pulled him away. All traces of gentility or amusement had been wiped from his face and he wore a dark mask of disapproval. "Min Yu, I will not have your syrupy words and faked affections any longer. You need to seriously consider the consequences of what is happening here with us, with you. I will be back sometime tomorrow night, my date with Lady Sorcha is to be a long one."<br><br>He stepped away and ran a hand down his coat, brushing away imaginary dust and wrinkles. "We will talk more when I'm home. Have a good night, my fledgling." Frederick quickly made his way down the hall and out of the manor to his waiting car, his driver a vampire that had been shunned by his family for not having bled dry a young human girl. Frederick had taken the boy in when he'd been threatened with death and since Colin was now under the care of the city's watcher, no one dared to touch him.<br><br>"Lady Sorcha's, please, Colin."<br><br>Colin nodded and started the car up, it's powerful engine purring gently under his careful maneuvering.<br><br><hr><br>Lady Sorcha was a sight to behold in her dark navy dress and pinned hair, and Frederick couldn't have been happier to have her at his arm. It was a late showing, but then again many of the city's functions had later options for those that liked to take in the city at night, and they were just on time to be seated. She held his hand comfortably, her delicate fingers laced with his and he allowed himself a moment of relief, knowing that tonight he was going to be with those that truly appreciated the finer things in life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>07-07-2012, 03:23:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><br>12:09 am<br>Location: O'Shea Mansion | Parking Lot Outside of Sawyer’s Books</span></span><br><br><hr><br>A faint, smooth feeling of disappointment trickled through Min Yu as Frederick so easily disregarded his suggestions and decided the course of the night according to his own wishes instead of his fledgling’s desire. Min Yu looked up at Frederick with dark, hard eyes as he took in his sire’s words. They were as rough and unyielding as the hold Frederick had on his arms. Min Yu’s sweet expression dropped with a grimace as he endured Frederick’s strength. It didn’t matter how quick and strong Min Yu had grown over the past five years. While he could give his sire trouble he still didn’t match up in the slightest to Frederick in regards to pure strength. He was still too young for that, which was one reason why Min Yu knew he couldn’t continue as they were now. If a real dominance claim for New Arklow ever sparked between them Min Yu knew Frederick would shred him into fine ribbons.<br><br>His mouth set into a thin line and all of the fake softness left Min Yu as Frederick directly called him out on his acting. No use to continue the ruse when Frederick wasn’t even going to try and play along with it. Another tightness took over the corner of his eyes as Frederick announced he would be spending the entire night with Sorcha and wouldn’t be returning home at all. His fingers twitched at his side and his eyes narrowed as he watched Frederick dismiss their conversation and leave the room. <br><br>Min Yu’s fangs sharpened in his mouth and he stood alone as he listened to Frederick walk down the hall and descend the stairs. A sharp feeling took over his gut. Despite all his bursts of independence, even his ventures to stay away from Frederick and attempts to claim places of his very own, the thought of being abandoned for someone – anyone else, bothered Min Yu to his core. He told himself it was just the last few drops of fledglinghood that he carried with him, the remaining instinctual part of himself that wanted all of Frederick’s love and attention. Those feelings weren’t even real, he tried to tell himself as he quickly stalked out of the room and made his way for the stairwell. As the front door slipped closed Min Yu dug his nails into the banister, the wood splintering underneath his fingers as he called down to his sire.<br><br>“Have fun with your whore!” he shouted, but the only audience to his outburst of emotion and jealousy was the silent and empty mansion. Min Yu stayed there for another moment, looking down to the floor below as he dropped his head. He hated Sorcha. He would have loved nothing more than rip into her neck and watch her bleed out. But Min Yu didn’t want to feed on her. He just wanted to see her dead blood splattered somewhere. It was a sick thought and even Min Yu knew it. Bloodlust was common among fledglings, but it was a blood lust born from hunger. It was just another sign of his abnormality and wrongness as a watcher that his instinct to hunt and kill were from a desire to hurt instead of to eat.<br><br>Min Yu pried his fingers off the banister and walked back into Frederick’s bedroom. Once it had been his too. His clothes and cameras and magazines spread out everywhere. But there wasn’t a trace of him there. It was just Frederick now, just like the rest of the house was all Frederick. Just like the entire city was Frederick, Frederick, <em>Frederick</em>. Everything belonged to his sire, even Min Yu himself. But tonight he was going to change that. Min Yu was going to make something that was his.<br><br>He wandered into the bedroom, dragging his nails across the wall and leaving jagged marks as he did. In the bathroom Min Yu stood in front of the sink and watched himself in the mirror. He lifted his chin up, looking at his youthful and delicate features. What had Frederick ever seen in him, when the man had first approached him and offered this life? Min Yu couldn’t figure it out. But what did it matter? The boy Frederick had wanted as his fledgling wasn’t who he had got. Min Yu didn’t know what had happened to that boy. Min Yu still saw him all the time. He was in the mirror and Min Yu had a photo album full of the boy and the boy’s family. It was carefully hidden away in his room.<br><br>Min Yu drew his thumb across his reflection and as he traced his mouth and eyes. Where had he gone? It was a good question, but there wasn’t any answer to it. He was still here, and that was the entire problem. He curled his fingers into a fist and smashed at the cold surface of the mirror until it groaned and cracked. His blood spotted into the sink, but it was only a few drops until the wound healed over and stopped bleeding. Min Yu’s lip curled and he took a deep breath as he went to find Frederick’s soap. He picked it up and hurled it into the mirror, completely shattering the glass. Room by room Mi Yu traveled and broke all the mirrors and anything else that he could see his reflection in. <br><br>When his work was done Min Yu washed his hand free of red and combed his hair. He pulled on his coat, expensive and dark and soft. His decision to break the mansion’s mirrors had made him late to the Ashwood and Collins meeting. It should have made him feel better to destroy so many things, but Min Yu didn’t feel anything. He just felt empty.<br><br><hr><br><em>Well that was easy</em>, Min Yu thought as he stared at the bodies spread out around the parking lot. It had been as easy and as predictable as smashing all of Frederick's mirrors. He still didn’t fell anything. The Ashwood boys and girls and the Collins hadn't been happy to see him show up to observe the meeting. What with the reputation that Min Yu had for causing trouble he wasn’t surprised by their reaction. But he was Frederick's fledgling and he carried Frederick's privilege where ever he went. Nothing that occurred within New Arklow could be hidden from Frederick. If the watcher's fledgling wanted to stand on the sidelines and listen in on a meeting between criminals, they had to let him. It was he right. Telling Min Yu to get lost would be exactly like telling Frederick to get lost. So the little group of casually dressed hunters and the sharply dressed Collins men had glared and twisted their mouths with displeasure, but they had accepted Min Yu's cheerful encroaching.<br><br>It sure had been a boring meeting. Min Yu had been quick to make it more interesting. Before he had shown up the negotiations had been going fairly well. But then a little prod there, a little dirty secret reveled there; a few choice questions raised and - boom. Meeting was instantly more heated and loud and interesting. Min Yu had to admire himself. He was very good at the whole turning people against each other thing. It was the exact opposite of how good Frederick was at getting people to get along. <em>Sorta symbolic</em>, Min Yu mused as he walked over to the corpse of a Collin's vampire and began to go through his pockets. He whipped out the vampire's cellphone and used it to take some choice pictures of the surrounding carnage. Not everyone was dead yet. There was a hunter still bleeding out, knocked unconscious when they tried to run when the fray first started, and there were still two vampires kicking it. They were badly hurt though, all thanks to Min Yu, and trying to crawl away and hide to lick their wounds.<br><br>Min Yu would finish them off in a few moments and take some good pictures of it too. He hummed as he got a close up of a hunter whose throat had been quite brutally torn out. With the Collin’s cellphone he’d take pictures of the hunters and send them off as taunts to other human groups. With a hunter cellphone he’d take pictures of the vampires and send them as a nice insult to the rest of the Collins and&nbsp; O’Callaghan family. Min Yu really did have it all planned out. This was going to be very fun. And it was going to be an entire mess for Frederick to smooth over and fix. A lot of people were going to be very, very upset by this.<br><br>Some shouting and the sounds of a new struggle drew Min Yu’s attention away from his work. He blinked and closed the cellphone as he took a body count of the corpses around him. Who in the world was still around to fight? Min Yu rushed over to the location of the struggle and hoisted a vampire off – a human? A human that hadn’t been at the meeting, Min Yu realized. The watery and distasteful smell of fresh human blood filled his nostrils as he threw the injured vampire off the human and sent the Collins lackey into the side of a car. The back of the vampire’s head hit the car’s side mirror with a sickening crack.<br><br>Min Yu looked down at the human with a curious expression. “Must suck to be you,” Min Yu said. He made no effort to comfort the young man. “You’re dying!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>08-07-2012, 01:07:14</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">12:09 am<br>Location: Sawyer's Books | Parking Lot Outside of Sawyer's Books </span></span><br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Caleb's day had started out the same way it had every single day he had been back to New Arklow. He got up at six am after a good five or six hours of sleep, pulled on a pair of jogging shorts and an old t-shirt then was out the door to run with his ipod nano hooked to his toned bicep blaring a mixture between alternative, rock, metal and some pop into his ear canal.&nbsp; His refreshing morning run would last around two miles as he circled around the residential neighborhood he lived in, waving at the parents of the kids who had treated him like shit in school. They didn't know that their kids used to throw him into garbage cans and pants him in the locker room. Of course they didn't, they thought their kids were perfect little angels. But they weren't. Everyone had a dark side, even Caleb. If he could he would definitely go back in time and turn the tables, making all of their lives a living hell. Just the thought of it made Caleb's skin tingle. <br><br>After a mile of jogging he got so hot that he took off his shirt and stuck it in the waistband of his shorts, revealing his pale, toned torso. His pecks were small, but he did have slightly defined abs and a gentle V that led into his groin. Caleb loved his body as did all of his ex boyfriends who were usually bigger and more muscular than he was and adored how skinny yet fit he was. A lot of girls liked it too. Caleb felt more confident with his shirt off, smiling and waving at everyone he passed for the last mile of his run before he was done and wiped the sheen of sweat from his body with his shirt before he forced himself into a shower that could never decide which temperature it wanted to be. Caleb was very irritated by his shower. If they had spent so much money on this house, how the hell did it not have hot water constantly? <br><br>Regardless of how crappy his shower felt, Caleb pulled himself out of his crappy mood so that he could cook him and his mother some food. His mother didn't know how to cook anything and his father was always the one to make food. Thankfully his father taught him how to make many things before his untimely death so that his mother wouldn't just result to take out and become a fat mess. It was almost a month since her husband had died and she was still hiding up in her room most of the time watching crappy soap operas. Caleb had to pull her out of her room every day just to help him out at the book store otherwise he wouldn't even bother opening. He couldn't do everything on his own there and his family refused to hire anyone who wasn't in the family. With the limited amount of family they had his parents just decided it would be better if they ran it themselves. Which they did with the help of their only son until he went off to college. Now Caleb was back and wishing he could just be in his dorm again. Away from his mess of a mother and New Arklow for good. Michigan was so much more beautiful and less... odd. His thoughts started to overpower what he was doing and before long Caleb had a mess of pancake batter all over the place. A frown tugged at his features as he started to clean everything up, cursing under his breath. <br><br>"Caleb Jackson Sawyer," his mother voice cut through the air like a blade, piercing his ears. Without even meaning to Caleb's bluish green eyes rolled in their sockets. Like she had any room to talk about swearing. At least he did it quietly and not around the customers while they were at work. But this time she was not getting after him about his quiet swearing, she was actually praising him. Her voice always sounded the same in the morning. "That smells wonderful. What is it?"<br><br>"Cinnamon pancakes with hickory bacon and blueberry pomegranate juice. Just give me a second to clean this up and I can resume making breakfast." Caleb stood up and threw away the paper towels he had used to clean up the mess, his head turning to look at his mother. It was nice to see her out of bed on her own accord, even if she was nowhere near ready for work. She simply smiled at him and sat down at the table, pouring herself a glass of juice. It was another ten minutes before everything was cooked and ready to eat. Caleb sat the food in front of his mother and she breathed in the scent then dug in. So not only was she finally out of bed she was finally eating more than ice cream and Doritos. "It's really nice to see you up and out of bed, ma." Caleb broke the silence after they were done eating, wiping off his full lips from a small amount of bacon grease and maple syrup. <br><br>"It's nice to be out of bed. Now, I'm going to go get ready. Don't leave without me." <br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>The shop was awfully slow that day and while they were supposed to close at ten, his mother went ahead and left around eight asking Caleb if he would lock up. Of course the blonde agreed, letting his mother take his car home with her. Caleb loved to walk. Even in New Arklow which was weird since Caleb hated absolutely everything about New Arklow. But walking home in the middle of the night was one thing he loved doing. The night was just as alive during the daytime if not more. And the people were always so... friendly. Even Caleb could get along with the friendly people in New Arklow. More often than not he slipped out in the middle of the night to go walking to clear his head, trying to shake out the memories that he had with his father. Also the life he left behind in Michigan. Trent said he would wait for him, but at this point in time Caleb couldn't see himself leaving New Arklow anytime soon. Not if his mother was going to be a basket case over her dead husband for any longer. Now sitting at his laptop, that's exactly what Caleb told Trent over skype. The tall redhead didn't respond for the longest time. When he did, Caleb's heart jumped in his chest. <br><br><em>But I love you. And I need you too.</em> Trent replied. Caleb shook his head and ran a hand through his styled blonde hair. How the hell was he supposed to respond? Of course he loved Trent too, they had been together for a year now. Met in their anatomy class and had the whole chemistry thing going together. But Caleb couldn't leave his mother. She was pretty much the only family he had left. <br><br><em>I'm sorry.</em> Caleb responded, closing his HP laptop and slipping it into his Power Rangers messenger back before slipping out the front door, quickly locking the door behind him. The blonde male didn't even notice all of the commotion behind him until he turned around to face it, his face contorting in fear at the gruesome sight of dead bodies littering the parking lot of his family business. Broken bones and coagulating blood and a plethora of other things flooded Caleb's vision. That was before he was knocked to the ground, the back of his head smacking the pavement as he cried out in pain. Whoever was on top of him was extremely strong because the way that they were straddling his body made it feel like his pelvis was being crushed. Another cry of pain emitted from Caleb, this one louder and more desperate than the one before it. <br><br>Before he could get a good look at who was on top of him he was bitten right above the collar bone. The feeling was that of unwanted arousal and more pain than he had ever felt in his life. Yet almost as soon as the fangs punctured his skin they were ripped out and someone stood in front of him. A young pale boy with dainty, yet attractive features. The words that came out of his mouth weren't attractive at all and Caleb scowled, unable to move due to the fact he couldn't feel the lower half of his body. When the blonde man opened his mouth to say something cocky, blood poured out like a broken dam. Soon after the taste of blood took over his taste buds, the difficulty to breath came. <em>Thank you, captain obvious.</em><br><br>"Fuck you." Caleb rasped out through the blood and his inability to breath properly. Cocking his head back, the blonde spat with the rest of his strength, a large spray of his blood arching up at the other male's face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>08-07-2012, 05:00:36</strong>
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				Min Yu’s eyelids flickered and the corner of his mouth twitched as the dying human cursed and spat at him. He leaned back from the sudden shot of mixed spit and blood, though didn’t avoid all of it. A streak of red starting from Min Yu’s cheek and ending to a drip at his jaw marred his youthful face. His expression twisted up with disgust at the smell and feeling of human blood on his skin. With curled fingers he raised his hand towards his cheek, as if to wipe it off, though his hand stopped in mid-air. While Min Yu’s mouth and face had been spotless prior to the human’s insult, both of Min Yu’s hands were soaked with blood from his participation in the feud. Frederick stressed tidiness and manners – he would be disappointed to see fledgling’s hands so dirty. But at least Min Yu had learned how to keep his mouth clean.<br><br>He stared down at the human. The young man wasn’t bad looking. Even bleeding out all over the concrete there was something attractive to him, even if his blood was wholly unappealing. The color was it was nice though. If the lighting in the parking lot was better Min Yu knew it would be a lovely shade of cherry-apple red. It was almost a shame that it was pouring out of him. Min Yu rolled his shoulders and stepped towards the human, careful to not stain his shoes and he leaned down and plucked the glasses from his face. The young watcher smiled as he held up the pair of glasses in the faint light offered by the parking lot’s yellow lamps. There were a few spots of blood of them. Min Yu tried to wipe them off with the sleeves of his dark coat.<br><br>“What’s your name?” he asked as the human choked on his own blood. Min Yu traveled around him in dizzying circles as he continued to examine the glasses. It had been a long time since he had held a pair. His brother had worn glasses, he remembered with a blunt feeling of fondness. But the rim of his brother’s glasses had been thin and clear instead of dark and thick. “What are you doing here? What did you see? I’ll have you know you’re obligated to answer.”<br><br>Min Yu stopped his graceful circling around the blond human and held up the glasses at an angle. For a second Min Yu didn’t seem to know what to do with them, but then he slipped them onto his face and smiled down at the human. The glasses seemed too big and heavy looking for Min Yu’s features. He said his next words as if they gave him the key to the whole universe. And it did, technically, so long as New Arklow counted as the universe. “I’m a watcher.”<br><br>“Why aren’t you talking? Oh.” His eyes widened a bit when he realized the young man was having trouble breathing. Well, that wouldn’t do. Min Yu flounced over to the human’s side and picked up his foot, none so gently pushing the blond human onto his side – the good side, he graciously chose, so the man’s body weight wouldn't rest on his bloody and torn up collarbone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>09-07-2012, 02:35:52</strong>
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				Despite not being able to feel his lower half, Caleb still cried out from the immense pain that shot throughout the top half of his body when the skinny male flipped him over on his good side. At least now it was easier for him to breathe and after a few minutes the pain subsided from a blazing pain to more of a dull annoyance which was something he could deal with. It still didn't change the fact that if he could have, he would've stood up and punched that skinny male in the face till his knuckles were red with this cocky shit's blood. Without his thick rimmed black glasses, he wouldn't do so well though. He could only see with them or his contacts in. Otherwise it was all blurry to him. <br><br>"My name is Caleb Sawyer." The blonde started out, breathing heavily, trying to regain the oxygen his body went without for little over a minute. It was a miracle he didn't pass out. "This place is my business. Well, my family business which gives me the right to be here." Caleb was not in the mood to answer a million questions, especially not since he was just attacked by someone who was obviously on some sort of drug and then roughly moved around after his pelvis had been shattered. His bluish green eyes closing in on the fuzzy shape in front of him that he expected was the other male. <br><br>"What I saw was a bunch of dead bodies. Lots of blood. Body parts. The things you only see in horror movies." Caleb took in another deep breath, this time his chest was heavier than it was before. Somehow his one of his organs had been punctured and he was bleeding internally, and bleeding fast. Caleb had been to college for pre-med, he knew when an injury was fatal or not. This one definitely was fatal. But he tried not to let it show on his face. Caleb was scared to die, but did not want this 'watcher' to see that. <br><br>"A watcher, hmm?" Caleb said quietly, searching through his mind for something else to say. He locked in on something cocky and downright irritating. If he was going to die, he was at least going to piss someone off before he did it. "You seem so good at your job. Watching all of these people kill each other. Watching me die. What else have you watched?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>09-07-2012, 08:51:50</strong>
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				<em>Caleb Sawyer</em>. Why did that name sound familiar. Min Yu cocked his head and looked around him. A sign painted over the nearby brick wall announcing ‘additional parking for Sawyer’s Books’ caught his attention. That was why. His lips quirked into a smile and he pointed towards it, but the gesture didn’t do any good. Looked like the guy really was blind without his glasses, because nothing about his expression said he followed or even noticed the movement of Min Yu’s hand; or he might have been too busy choking on his own blood.<br><br>Min Yu fiddled with the black rims of the glasses, shifted from one foot to the other as he waited for the human to clear out his lungs and adjusted to the pain he was going through. You weren’t supposed to move someone who was injured, Min Yu knew. He’d broken a rule. But Min Yu had broken a whole lot of rules that night, what was one more added to the list? If rule and law breaking was a sport Min Yu would be a professional at it. He was very, very good at skirting around and shattering them. At one point in time he’d been good at obeying and following them, but that had been another life. It was too bad Frederick didn’t appreciate his skill in disobeying. There were no gold stars for upsetting one’s sire. And Min Yu had worked so hard at upsetting Frederick tonight! It almost wasn’t fair that no one besides himself was going to appreciate all his hard work.<br><br>“Horror movies?” Min Yu echoed with a genuine gasp of surprise. He slowly spun around and looked at the massacre around him. Well, almost massacre. It wasn’t a real one if you had survivors! And there were three survivors. One human and two vampires. That wouldn’t do. Min Yu would have to finish up before he left. He flipped out his cellphone again and held it up, taking a few good pictures of Caleb wincing and front soaked with blood. He idly chatted as he took the photos. Min Yu didn’t know who’d he send those ones too. Oh, maybe the press and media? They’d love this. Poor little blond murdered outside of a bookstore. Min Yu could see the headlines now.<br><br>“See, that’s why I don’t watch scary movies. They give me nightmares,” Min Yu said with a little shudder. There wasn’t any ounce of sarcasm in his voice. His words were very sincere and tinged with confession. Frederick would have chastised him for lying again, but it was the truth. At least in another life it had been the truth. Min Yu didn’t any dreams any more, neither good or bad. Nothing entered his mind when he closed his eyes and slept away the sunny hours of the day.<br><br>“Thanks! I’m real good at this. In fact, I’m better at it than the city’s official watcher,” Min Yu chirped. Well, ‘better’ was subjective. Most people and vampires thought Frederick was an amazing watcher and protector of the city. And Min Yu might have agreed, but he was too bitter and angry at his sire to think highly of him and give Frederick the full credit he deserved for his position. “You know why I’m better? Because I’m involved with things! I watch everything, but I also talk everything. And touch everything.”<br><br>Min Yu took another stroll around the dying human as he chatted away, content to have someone to listen to him complain about his lot in this new life. Frederick was a great watcher, he thought, when it came to dealing with things in a concise and preplanned manner. But boy did it throw his sire for a loop when the unexpected, just like the outcome of this meeting here, occurred on his turf. Min Yu knew that Frederick would deal with it, that some how his sire would figure out how to smooth it over and make all parties involved happy or at least content, but he sure was going to be angry about it. Min Yu liked seeing Frederick angry. His sire was at his most attractive when he dropped the gentleman act and let himself get flushed with his emotions. Or at least that was Min Yu’s opinion. <br><br>That was probably just another sign of his failure as a fledgling.<br><br>“Right now I’m watching you,” Min Yu explained as he finished his circling and dropped down to get a closer look at Caleb. He kept a little distance between them, crouching close but not close enough that his shoes got covered with the guy’s blood. “I’m watching you die. I didn’t plan this, you know? Well, plan <em>your</em> death anyways. That’s just some shitty luck on your part.”<br><br>Min Yu rested his elbow on his knee and looked over Caleb, appraising him. So if he was a Sawyer he might have been in the family business. Probably a son or nephew or something. He was pretty cute, if Min Yu gave it some thought. The color of his eyes was as nice as the color of his blood. <br><br>“Say, how tall are you?” He didn’t stop talking to listen to Caleb’s answer. In fact, Min Yu didn’t seem to have much interest in anything Caleb had to say. “Did you know the average human male has about five liters of blood? How much do you think you've lost?”<br><br>And Frederick said Min Yu didn’t read enough! Min Yu read all sorts of things. He just didn’t read the sort of things that Frederick approved of. Min Yu hated all those big, old books written by a bunch of dead men. He smiled and held up the cellphone for another photo. "Most humans, heck even most vampires, would be begging for help or mercy right about now. Not you though. That's pretty admirable, Caleb."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 18:22:49</strong>
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				This kid was really starting to piss him off. Caleb usually had a really high tolerance for idiots since he had to deal with them so much in high school. He pretty much just got used to it and learned how to push it off. But not when it came to this guy. Now when he was pretty much laughing in his face about how unfortunate he was. That just made Caleb want to kick him in the teeth until his jaw shattered and he was the one drowning in his own blood. The young blonde desperately tried to not let his anger show on his face as he listened to the slender figure in front of him talk more. One work was like a shot to the chest. <em>Vampire.</em> Caleb had always been logical. Never believed in monsters and fairy tales and Santa. That's probably the reason why horror movies didn't affect him at all. He actually quite liked them in High School, wishing that the characters were all of the bullies from school being chopped up into tiny bits by a large man with a machete. Right now he wasn't thinking about that, his thoughts were more along the lines of how vampires were real and why there were so many here at once. Obviously the male in front of him had been doing something devious to get a huge massacre to break out and unfortunately Caleb was there at the wrong place at the wrong time. <br><br>"You sure do talk a lot." Caleb stated, looking down at the blurry red puddle on the cement, realizing that it was his blood, then back up at the stick-like blurry figure in front of him. "I'd have to say I've lost around half of my blood already. At the rate I am bleeding out I will die within twenty minutes." Caleb's voice didn't crack or show any emotion. Just the logic of a med student. "And if Vampires really are real that explains why that guy tried to make me a midnight snack." The blond chuckled, instantly regretting it due to the mass amounts of pain he felt afterwards. His free hand went to his side, gently rubbing it to soothe the stabbing pain he just endured. <br><br>"Say, didn't your mother ever teach you it was rude to not wait for an answer before continuing to talk?" Caleb took a stab at the other with his words. "Because my mother did. She may be a basket case right now, but she taught me everything I know. Maybe if you weren't so busy watching the carnage from behind the scenes somebody would be able to teach you something..." Caleb paused for a second to let his words settle in. "And for the record there is nothing admirable about having someone half your size steal your glasses, talk to you about vampires then slowly watch you die in front of your families establishment. That's fucking humiliating."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>11-07-2012, 02:47:08</strong>
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				<em>Oops</em>, Min Yu idly thought as he heard the word ‘vampire’ leave Caleb’s bloody lips. He’d let the secret out. Now that the human knew what was underneath the veil, now that he even knew there was a veil in the first place, he wasn’t allowed to leave the parking lot alive. Those were the rules. Common humans weren’t supposed to know about what really went on a night – the hidden world of vampires, watchers, and hunters. And it was a rule that even Min Yu had enough sense not to break. At least, not a rule he was looking to break just yet. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before. Wouldn’t it be something to break the news to the world? But that wasn’t Min Yu’s plan for tonight. He had something different cooked up.<br><br>His expression hardened as Caleb spoke theoretically of his mother. Min Yu knew he shouldn’t have been bothered by the jab, but he was. He stood up and very slowly plucked off the glasses from his face and folded them, slipping them into his coat’s pocket. Caleb couldn’t see the serious and intent look that took hold of Min Yu’s delicate features, but it entered his voice. All amusement and coyness was dropped. Every syllable of every word covered with a deep frost as he stalked around to Caleb’s other side and jammed his foot under the young man’s body. Min Yu flipped him over again, this time on his bad side – so the weight of his body would set on his wound and pressure it with pain. He wasn’t just careless with his handling of Caleb this time, and was actually looking to cause him hurt. “Don’t talk about my family.”<br><br>“Anyways!” Min Yu lifted his foot off Caleb’s body and stomped it right in front of the human’s face. Seconds later it was like a switched had been turned and the young watcher was back to his cheery, if utterly obnoxious self. He clapped his hands and raised his palms to the air. “Twenty minutes? C’mon, can’t you make it more like five? I don’t have all night to stand around and wait for you to bleed out. Have a little consideration, Caleb.”<br><br>“Now that you know about the big fat secret of New Arklow and the rest of the world you can’t exactly just walk away. It’s a watcher’s job to keep that a secret, you know?” Min Yu sighed and lowered his hands, shaking his head. So, he wasn’t very good at that part of the job description. Frederick sure was good at that part though. Sure, he moped about occasionally having to kill vampires and humans to keep the city behind the veil, but Min Yu had never seen him fail to do it. “You know, the real watcher, he’d probably just kill you right now. Quick and sweet, put you out of your misery. But, you know, that’s not me.”<br><br>Min Yu let out a short laugh. “You like books, apparently. You listen to your family. It'd be a real shame to let a nice guy like you die. What do you think about a career change? You can only work nights, but the benefits are not leaving your poor, dear mama an even fruiter basketcase than she already is.”<br><br>“I can make you like me. You’ll be stronger, faster, and you won’t even need these dorky glasses anymore.” Min Yu crouched down again and gently ran his fingers through Caleb’s blond hair, smoothing it away from his forehead. He reached inside his coat for the glasses and slipped them back onto the human’s face, making sure they weren’t crooked as he gave Caleb a kind smile. The vampire he’d thrown off Caleb was still laying still, as was the other surviving hunter, but the other vampire had pulled himself to his feet and was starting to try and stagger off. “I’ll give you a few minutes to think about it, but I only offer once.”<br><br>With an airy chuckle Min Yu pulled himself back up to his feet and shouted out after the retreating vampire as he left Caleb’s side to give him some alone time to deliberate his choice. “Where do you think you’re going?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 01:46:30</strong>
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				More blood spilled out of his mouth as Caleb found himself on his bad side with even more pain shocking its way slowly throughout his body. The blonde male was about to say something when the foot under his body was removed and almost shoved in his face. That slender foot clouded his vision even more than it already was. The comment about him dying sooner than what he said made a worm of sorrow eat through his heart. If this male really was a vampire, he could save him. Make him one of them. Caleb would rather spend a whole eternity in darkness than die right there in the parking lot of his families business. Sure, his mother would be sad but eventually she would overcome her sorrow and be stronger for it. Still, the thought of leaving his mother alone saddened him almost as much as dying at such a young age did. <br><br>Despite his growing hatred for the other, Caleb listened to everything he had to say and listened intently, hanging on to every word like it was going to be the last word he was ever going to hear. More insults came his was along with the talk about another watcher. The 'real' watcher of New Arklow. Immediately Caleb wanted to meet this man. The man who made this monster that was now standing in front of him telling him how his mother was going to be even more of a basket case. <br><br>"You wouldn't know a nice guy if he punched you in the face." Caleb said after his glasses were back on his face and he could finally see the male in front of him as clear as he did before. "As far as my glasses are concerned, I love my glasses and even if I do become one of you I will still keep them." The blonde wiped the blood from his face with is forearm, the view of his blood making his vision blurry again even with his glasses on. Caleb didn't need a few minutes to think about it. Hell, he didn't even know if he had a few minutes left on this earth. Once he was dead the opportunity for him to be changed would probably be gone and he would forever just be a corpse. <br><br>"Let him go." Caleb commanded, knowing that it probably wouldn't do any good no matter what he said. But the words he said right after had the hope that the slender male would listen to him. "After you turn me I wan't to kill him. Revenge is a dish best served cold, is it not?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 07:39:34</strong>
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				Min Yu stopped walking as Caleb called out after him. In regular circumstances he would have continued on and tore the vampire to pieces as he had been planning, but Caleb’s spoken desire to do it himself gave Min Yu paused. With his back turned to the human Min Yu didn’t bother to hide the surprise that was writ across his face as he spent a few seconds watching the vampire stumble about the parking lot as he slowly tried to leave the scene. He wasn’t going to get very far in the condition he was in.<br><br>Silently Min Yu turned around to face Caleb once again, his surprise replaced with an amused smile and his eyes glinting with wicked intent. If there ever was a ‘yes’ it sure sounded like one to Min Yu. He stalked back over to Caleb and dropped into a crouch again as he looked the human directly into his green-blue eyes. Caleb seemed – unique, was the only word Min Yu could give it for now. Not many would remain so calm, yet angry at the same time, and the young man held his desperation to live well. He wasn’t crying or yelling or doing any of those other annoying things people desperate to live tended to do. Even Min Yu had warmed his cheeks with water as he had stained the snow beneath him red before Frederick had found him.<br><br>But despite his bravery and eagerness Caleb was still stupid, Min Yu ruefully thought as he looked the human over. Min Yu’s nose wiggled from the scent of human blood. It didn’t seem appetizing in the slightest; the intermixing smell of delicious vampire blood with the weak blood of human was almost nauseating.<br><br>“You really want this?” he whispered as he sniffed the air and cocked his head to the side. Min Yu had never made a fledgling before. He wasn’t supposed to make one, he wasn’t even supposed to know how to make one – but he did. Frederick’s house was full of many books. Most of them were very old and very boring, but a few of the very old and very boring books were also quite educational too. And Min Yu had read many detailed and first person accounts of turning watchers and vampires. The process seemed simple enough, and Min Yu even faintly recalled his own turning. He had been turned while half-dead already, barely clinging onto life while the world slipped into haze and dark and cold.<br><br>Min Yu threaded his fingers through Caleb’s short golden hair with one hand and clenched at shoulders with the other as he held the human in place. Well, if Caleb wanted to ‘live’ than he’d live. Min Yu had thought about doing this for a long time and had been waiting for the opportunity to come up. And this was quite the opportunity. It was by sheer luck that Caleb matched so perfectly what he was looking for. His smile was dark and amused as he waited for Caleb to confirm his decision.<br><br>And when he did Min Yu didn’t waste a second. He lowered his head and bared his fangs, tearing into the vulnerable flesh of Caleb’s throat. As the human’s blood filled his mouth Min Yu had to force himself not to pull back and spit it all up. It was disgusting. Every sense in Min Yu’s body screamed at him to stop. He knew he was breaking a very important rule, oh out of all the rules Min Yu had broken that night this was the most taboo and nearly unforgiveable. He couldn’t even imagine what Frederick was going to do him. Min Yu knew Frederick would be angry with him, maybe even both of them, but Min Yu was quite sure what Frederick would do about it. But despite that thought he continued on, sucking at the nasty wound he had made along the delicate vein in Caleb’s throat and bleeding his life out of him even quicker, delivering him right onto death’s door.<br><br>Min Yu pulled back, his mouth a red mess as he looked down at Caleb’s pale face. He brought his own wrist to his fangs and tore into it before he offered the wound for Caleb to take. His wrist hovering directly above Caleb’s mouth. “Drink it – unless you’ve changed your mind.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 01:07:32</strong>
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				Caleb couldn't even nod or say yes again before fangs were inside of his neck and his blood was being sucked out. A low whimper escaped his lips. This time it didn't really hurt, it was actually kind of erotic. Somehow he was getting pleasure from this man sucking blood out of his veins. Caleb's right hand weakly gripped the other male's clothes as more whimpers of pain and pleasure escaped his mouth at the feeling of his veins and arteries being sucked dry. The noises stopped as soon as the other stopped sucking the blood from his neck. A look of confusion took upon the dying blonde's face when the slender male bit into his wrist, making himself bleed. <em>So this is how vampires are made.</em> Caleb thought. He always thought it was just a bite that turned you, not an exchange of blood. <em>I guess it is always about the blood.</em><br><br>Lifting his upper body, Caleb used what was left of his energy to start drinking the vampires blood. Unlike human blood it was room temperature so it really helped the taste. Well, at first he thought the taste was going to be terrible, but that was before he had a bit of it, then it changed. His body started to shift, adjusting to the blood being taken into his body to take over the blood he had lost. The blonde could feel his body temperature drop the more he drank. A weird feeling, but the amazing feeling of the blood he was consuming took over that. He had to be forced to stop, otherwise he was going to drain the vampire dry. <br><br>"Mmm," Caleb hummed as he forced the arm away from his face. It took more strength than he thought to stop drinking the vampires blood. The amazing feeling of the blood only lasted so long. Quickly after it was replaced with a sickening feeling in his stomach and a boiling in his skin. The change was happening, and happening fast. "Fuck," he panted, his hands balled into fists as he bit down on his bottom lip. "You never said it would feel like this." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 05:39:47</strong>
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				He watched with intent and curious dark brown eyes as Caleb lapped away at his blood, overly eager despite his initial wariness of it. Min Yu couldn’t remember drinking Frederick’s blood. His first memory as a watcher was disjointed and hazy with bloodlust. He could recall the sensation of feeding, but not attacking anyone or who the vampire was that had provided his first meal. Min Yu was quite sure he had killed them, whoever they were. The vampire’s blood had been delicious, like all of his favorite foods and drinks and activities combined into a dark liquid form. But Min Yu’s most prominent memory after his turning, even more bright and clear in his mind than the blood he had swallowed, had been the silk of Frederick’s handkerchief across his face as his sire had dabbed away at the red that had stained his mouth.<br><br>Min Yu had wanted to kill Frederick, but then his fledgling instincts had turned his brain to goo and it had taken a few months for Min Yu to remember why he wanted to hurt his sire in the first place. Min Yu didn’t want to kill Frederick anymore, but he really wanted to make Frederick’s life as New Arklow’s watcher miserable so long as Min Yu had to share it with him. And he didn’t want them to stay together forever.<br><br>He cuffed the side of Caleb’s head as he reclaimed his arm, holding it up and watching the self inflicted wound he had made sew itself shut. It had been uncomfortable giving his blood to Caleb. Brought back to many memories of the cold and the snow. Min Yu pulled down the sleeve of his coat and dropped his arm. He grimaced and smacked his lips together, clearing his throat and aiming a wad of mixed spit and blood onto the concrete. The taste of Caleb in his mouth was revolting, flat and light and just all sorts of wrong. Min Yu really needed to wash the taste and texture of human blood out of his mouth. With the right kind of blood, preferably.<br><br>A bark of laughter left Min Yu as Caleb complained about the pain of the change. His eyes were dark and beady as he looked down at the human – the almost watcher fledgling. <em>His</em> fledgling, he thought with a sick twist of delight as he stared at Caleb. “What were you expecting? If you thought it’d feel <em>good</em> you must read too many paranormal romance novels.”<br><br>Min Yu laughed again and held his palms onto his knees as he bent over a little bit to watch the show. His stomach hurt a bit from swallowing Caleb’s blood. He had fed tonight and was starting to feel it. Min Yu reminded himself that he’d feed soon. Very soon. He hoped Caleb wasn’t going to take to long to die and rise up as a watcher. One of their meals had almost dragged himself out of the parking lot.<br><br>"I didn't say I'd save you," Min Yu said with a twisted smile. "I said I'd make you like me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 03:28:08</strong>
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				The pain didn't last very long, but the amount of pain that he had to deal with was enough to send his body into shock. However, once the pain subsided Caleb opened his eyes. It seemed as if he was looking out of new eyes. Everything was different. Clearer. More beautiful than he could ever imagine. It scared him. He could see specks of dust floating in the air, even blood particles that he didn't even know were there before. And the smells floating in the air was worse. The smell of dead bodies and blood. Of course it was going to have to be something he was going to get used to. At the moment the smell threatened to make him vomit and he had to keep what he had in his stomach down. <br><br>Caleb pushed himself up to his feet gracefully, now standing a little bit taller than his maker a twisted smile of his own plastered on his face. <br><br>"Look at you, a successful maker now." Caleb chuckled, stretching out his new body. A body that wasn't broken anymore. Instantly he pulled off his glasses, seeing how he saw without them on. His vision was perfect without them on, but wearing them didn't affect his eyesight any so he kept them on, finding himself more attractive with them on. "Should we kill him before he gets away?" Caleb was excited. His first kill as a vampire and it was going to be the vampire that almost killed him. Of course after he killed the vampire that was getting away, he wanted to at least punch the slender man in the face once. Or try to. He could only deal with such a cocky little man so much. Sure he was grateful that the man saved him, but he was still a nasty, twisted fuck who should probably be punched in the face a few times. <br><br>"Can I play with him first?!?!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 20:04:02</strong>
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				Min Yu cocked his head to the side. He had never seen the birth of a watcher. He was surprised by how relatively clean and easy it had been. Min Yu had seen vampire’s awakenings and they tended to be long and messy affairs. He supposed it was just another difference that separated watchers from the mass of other blood suckers. A smile danced across Min Yu’s face as he watched Caleb get up all on his own. Not that Min Yu would have offered any help. Caleb’s quip didn’t deter Min Yu’s amusement with the entire situation. He was aside himself with pride and dark entertainment, his dark eyes wide with it and his delicate mouth stretched into a grin.<br><br>He’d done it. He’d really done it. Min Yu didn’t really feel any different. He assumed he was supposed to feel different. More mature, more powerful, more – something. But he didn’t feel different. Maybe it was like losing your virginity. Everyone hyped up how it would change you, but in the end it just wasn’t really anything all that special. Or maybe, Min Yu thought, this was just another sign that something was wrong with him. Shouldn’t he have felt some sticky sugar sense of guardianship and love for the creation of flaxen haired delicacy before him? Min Yu didn’t feel that, but he was sure he probably should have felt the strength of someone sort of authoritative or caretaking role for the fledgling he had made. Min Yu was positive sires were supposed to have that instinct – why else would Frederick put up with him?<br><br>Min Yu glanced over at the vampire that was desperately trying to crawl away. He was blabbing away about something, how it should be <em>possible</em>. Min Yu gave Caleb a graceful roll of his slim shoulders as the young watcher asked if they could play with the meal before they ate. Who was he to say no?<br><br>“Sure. Why not?” Min Yu said with a pleased smirk and launched himself towards the vampire. The watcher gave him a swift kick to the side and forced him onto his back despite the vampire’s protests. He planted his foot firmly on top of the vampire’s chest and kept him there with only half his weight. It wasn’t difficult. Underneath his foot the vampire growled and cursed. Min Yu kept him in place. Even though he had told Caleb he could play with the vampire, some inner sense told Min Yu to keep the vampire pinned so his fangs couldn’t reach Caleb. Fledglings were weak – especially watcher fledglings. And the vampire between them was mature, probably at least a hundred years. Min Yu had worked hard for the outcome of this night and luck had really favored him. He didn’t want to lose Caleb.<br><br>“What have you done?” the vampire asked with wide, terrified eyes as his eyes switched between the two watchers. “You’re a fledgling! You can’t make fledglings of your own!”<br><br>“Looks like I can,” Min Yu mumbled as he reached into his pocket and took out his smartphone. It was probably one of those <em>shouldn’t</em> things, instead of a <em>can’t</em>. Manners and rules, that sort of social order obligation; Min Yu wasn’t very good at those. And it wasn’t like Frederick had ever explicitly told Min Yu that he couldn’t have his own fledgling. The subject had never come up between them. So, how could Min Yu be breaking a taboo that he didn’t know about in the first place? Frederick’s fault, really, he thought as he licked his fangs.<br><br>“Hey.” Min Yu said in a neutral tone as he tapped out a few text messages. His thumb had the barrage of messages typed and sent in seconds. Usually when Min Yu texted Frederick he purposely used abbreviations, smiley faces, and misspelled words to annoy his sire. But Min Yu had done a good job of that already tonight, so he spelled everything out and used the correct punctuation. It was difficult to refrain from littering it with frowning faces and hearts, but he managed it.<br><br><em>I really miss you</em>. <br><br><em>I’m sorry</em>. <br><br><em>Please come home tonight</em>.<br><br><em>I hope you’re having a good time with her but –</em><br><br><em>It makes me crazy when you’re out with others</em>.<br><br><em>I need you here with me</em>.<br><br><em>I want to talk about things</em>.<br><br><em>Please</em>. He sent them all to Frederick, even though he knew his sire would be busy with Sorcha and the opera. And then Min Yu sent the most enticing text message, so subtle and simple and raw. He’d never said this word to his sire. <em>Yes</em>.<br><br>“Hurry up and rip him real good, okay?” he told Caleb as he looked up from his phone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>27-07-2012, 01:10:06</strong>
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				Caleb smiled and started ripping into his prey, using his newly acquired sharp fangs to tear into the flesh beneath them, drinking the vampires blood. At first the taste was revolting and he gagged, but once he kept it down and drank more the blonde realized that it really wasn't all that bad, it was actually kind of good. Sure it would probably taste really good with some vodka in it, but the way it tasted on it own was fine too. Especially that last drop. It was the best. He could feel the vampire below him dying with that last drop, being drained of the substance that kept him alive even though being a vampire really isn't being alive. <br><br>"Tasty," Caleb groaned, rubbing his slender stomach before his hands traveled to his makers shoulders, looking directly into the eyes of the slender male who had made him a vampire. "In light of actually not being alive, I have never felt so alive." Caleb's voice was happy, ecstatic even. He wanted to do a back flip and run through the streets at night, feel the air on his face as he pushed his new body to move as fast as he could. Hopefully sex in this body was going to be just as good if not better. "Whatever you have done to me, it's greatly appreciated. I want to sing it from the rooftops and kill more and fuck any man that wants me. Is this natural?" Caleb realized that he was rambling and closed his mouth automatically but kept his hands on his makers shoulders. <br><br>"Sorry. Sometimes I get a little hyper..." The blonde apologized, looking down at his feet and pulling his hands back to himself. "Anyways. What's your name? Or should I just call you maker? Maybe daddy?" Caleb chuckled at his own joke, running a hand through his hair and smiling like a doofus.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 06:39:03</strong>
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				“I guess.” Min Yu shrugged underneath the weight of Caleb’s palms over his shoulders. He didn’t know if it was natural or not. <em>Probably</em>, he thought. Min Yu hadn’t been as hyper and giddy as Caleb was acting, but he did remember feeling energized with the incredible strength he had gotten from his first feeding. It hadn’t lasted very long before he had crashed though. It had been like downing three energy drinks in a row on an empty stomach. Looking for Caleb he had to wonder when the new watcher was going start fading out from his blood high. Min Yu hoped he could get him back to the mansion before than. Carrying Caleb wouldn’t be a problem for him, even though Caleb did have a few more inches on him, but it would be troublesome.<br><br>Though, Min Yu was amused when the word ‘man’ left Caleb’s mouth instead of ‘woman’ or even just ‘person’. A smirk danced across his lips. It seemed he really had made the right decision in turning Caleb. Already the shiny gears in Min Yu’s head were turning. If Caleb was into guys than Min Yu could use it to his advantage. He let Caleb’s hands leave him without any comment or ribbing, just filed away that slip of information for later.<br><br>“Tch,” Min Yu’s lips curled bitterly at Caleb’s joke. <em>Daddy</em>, that was a load of nonsense. Min Yu didn’t want to be anyone’s guardian or caretaker. He felt mildly protective of Caleb already, but only because he was faintly feeling the bond of the turning. But his protective sense was filled more by the possibility to use Caleb in his scheme to get out of New Arklow. “My name’s Min Yu,” he repeated it twice, just so Caleb would say it right. “And I’m not your daddy.”<br><br>Min Yu quirked his eyebrow and gave Caleb a dark, predatory smile. “But if you really want one, I might know someone in that. C’mon.”<br><br>He waved Caleb to walk with him. But before they left the parking lot Min Yu took a few mores photos of the vampire that Caleb had just drained dry. And he also broke the necks of the remaining vampire and human. A job like this needed to be done very neat and tidy. Min Yu had left a wonderful mess, but he didn’t need his name on it just yet. Overall he felt quite pleased with himself and the night’s activities.<br><br>“Ah, you’re so cute,” Min Yu compliment as he directed Caleb away from the parking lot and his family’s bookstore. He stuck close to his fledgling’s side and even laced their fingers together as they walked towards a street with busier traffic. “Let’s catch a cab. I’ll take you home.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>29-07-2012, 16:15:01</strong>
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				"Well, Min Yu, I don't know if I really wan't a daddy. I had a father but he's dead. Daddy's and dad's are completely different though. Maybe it would be fun to have a big, handsome, muscular vampire to curl up into bed with at night to call daddy. Of course that might just be a little bit silly, don't you think? I mean I would think all vampires are kind of like you. Good looking but dry with no sense of humor whatsoever." Caleb was getting pretty talkative, he just hoped that he wasn't going to annoy Min Yu to the point where he left him to fend for himself. That would really suck. <br><br>Even though he was probably annoying the hell out of his maker, Min Yu's fingers intertwined with Caleb's as they walked towards the street. If Caleb could blush he would have when Min Yu called him cute. Of course a lot of guys thought he was cute, but Min Yu was different. There was a connection now between them. Not to mention it seemed like it was really hard to impress the short, slender vampire. Caleb was going to try his hardest to make Min Yu happy that he made him. If he wanted Caleb to kill a vampire, Caleb would do it. If he wanted Caleb to get down on his hands and knees and service him, Caleb would do it. It was weird. Caleb was never one to submit to anyone. <br><br>"Home? Where might this home be?" Caleb questioned as his maker called a cab. It didn't take long for one to pull over and for them to get into the back seat. Min Yu read off the address that they were headed to. It didn't ring a bell to Caleb at all. Of course the side of the city that they were going to he had never been. He lived and went to school clear on the other side of the city. Even though he was going to be seeing a new side of the city, Caleb didn't care, so instinctively he curled up next to Min Yu with his head on his makers shoulder. The high of the blood didn't last as long as he thought it would. Maybe next time he would have to drain more than one vampire.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 00:38:02</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1127.photobucket.com/albums/l640/doteli/stories/00_frederick_manor.png)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Location: O'Shea Mansion</span></span></div><br><hr><br>His fledgling sure talked a lot. It should have annoyed Min Yu, but the layout of that thought pleased him. Caleb was <em>his</em> fledgling. It didn’t matter what followed over the next few hours. At the end of it Min Yu ha created something that belonged to him. Maybe not forever – it was possible that one day Caleb would be as angry with him as he was with Frederick. But for now the new watcher was a dollop of pure putty around him. And Caleb had even said his name right! Min Yu gave a pleased hum at that.<br><br>He laughed as Caleb rambled about having a ‘daddy’ and how Min Yu had no sense of humor. Min Yu thought he had a great sense of humor. For instance, he found this entire situation delightfully hilarious. He could have explained it to Caleb, but that’d take away what made it all so funny. Min Yu looked at Caleb and regarded him with a steady gaze. He wondered how Frederick would react to anyone calling him ‘daddy’. Min Yu knew that in another life Frederick had been an actual father. Would it be still a sore spot? Min Yu briefly considered the option of warning Caleb against that, just as he knew he should warn the fledgling against calling Frederick ‘Freddy’ or another other variation or diminutive. But that would ruin the fun and humor, wouldn’t it? Min Yu decided to keep quiet. Soon enough he’d get to see how things played out.<br><br>“O’Shea Mansion,” he said as he hailed down a passing white and red checkered colored taxi. He quickly wiped Caleb’s mouth with the sleeve of his jacket before he let him into the taxi. Caleb’s mouth was still stained with some red, but at least it was passable as the smear of lipstick or some fruity drink or food instead of blood. Unless Caleb was secretly a real estate agent, an avid consumer of New Arklow elite gossip, or a huge history buff Min Yu doubted he’d recognize or be impressed by name ‘O’Shea’ alone. Frederick tended to keep a relatively low profile. His name and person was, of course, highly renowned and well regarded among vampires. But among regular human society the O’Shea surname was just one of many old money households. Min Yu barked off the name of the address and neighborhood for the cabbie. At least he was faintly impressed by where his two passengers were heading. The old man was probably looking forward to a nice big tip since he was taking them to the ritziest corner of New Arklow.<br><br>Min Yu blinked when Caleb curled up against him like a kitten. At first he made a face at his fledgling’s display of overt affection, though when he noticed the cabbie’s sudden discomfort at what was happening in the backseat of his taxi Min Yu smirked and relaxed. He threaded his thin fingers through Caleb’s mop of blond hair and made soft cooing noises. Traffic was quite awful. For the whole ride Min Yu let Caleb lean onto his shoulder and petted his head, though with his free hand Min Yu was busy going through the cellphones he had taken from the scene of the meeting.<br><br>He was sending the incrimating photos out to both sides involved. He sent off a particularly gruesome one to Colin, Frederick’s jumpy and adorable driver. The young vampire was a Collins himself. No longer welcomed among his family for some reason or another and adopted into Frederick’s care, but when he received such a terrible photo he was no doubt looking to show Frederick at some point in the evening. As Min Yu finished sending out the photos he threw the cellphones out the window of the taxi, now worthless to him. The grey haired driver frowned and grumbled about that, but Min Yu waded up a fifty and threw it up on the dashboard to keep the man quiet.<br><br>It took them awhile before the taxi pulled up the long driveway of the mansion. Min Yu checked his phone before he stepped out of the taxi. Not a single sign of Frederick. There was no new text message and his sire wasn’t home yet; most of the lights in the house were still on.<br><br>“C’mon,” he snapped and jostled Caleb. He dug his fingers into the fledgling’s shoulder and pulled him out of the cab, helping to roughly guide Caleb. It looked like his blood high had finally wore off. Min Yu thought of killing the cab driver and giving Caleb a second meal, but thought better of it. Frederick was going to be angry enough as it was. No need to make him even more angry with having a dead cabbie in his house and a taxi cab sitting in his driveway. Min Yu paid the driver and tipped well.<br><br>“Welcome to your new home!” Min Yu chipped as he kept one hand on Caleb. With his other hand he gestured to the grand house in front of them. It was a very beautiful place, Min Yu had to admit. The structure was old but elegant and the lawn was immaculate. Made all up of red brick, littered with statues everywhere, and most of the windows were some some of stained glass. "In we go!" Min Yu said cheerfully as he shoved Caleb towards the large double doors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 15:29:20</strong>
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				For a moment Caleb was surprised that Min Yu actually let him curl up against him and didn't push him away right off the bat. After that surprised moment passed, Caleb was happy. He was coming down off of his high and he desperately wanted sleep, though he was probably going to get a grand tour of his new home before he was able to rest his head. When all of the traffic finally died down and they got to their destination, Caleb realized that he was not going to be sleeping for at least a couple of hours. He was jerked away from that thought by Min Yu who was pulling him out of the cab that had finally stopped in front of the mansion. The blonde groaned but didn't resist, finally getting up to his feet outside of the cab. <br><br>"Ow! Couldn't you be a little more gentle?" Caleb whined, rubbing his shoulder in the place where Min Yu's fingers had dug into. "That fucking hurt." Once again his maker was rough with him after he paid the cabbie, shoving him towards the double doors of the mansion. Caleb was moving his legs as quickly as he could, but he still couldn't keep but with how fast Min Yu wanted to go. He was too worn down to&nbsp; move that fast. Thankfully they reached the door opened on it own otherwise Caleb would have been pushed right into it. Probably some kind of butler. Caleb didn't even notice or care. Once the door opened it was a beautiful rush of lights, sights and smells. It was the most amazing mansion he had ever been in. <br><br>"Wow." Caleb said with a sharp intake of breath. He then looked over at Min Yu and smiled. "I can't believe you live here." The mansion had given him a little bit of energy back when he walked in. Like all of the lights were made to replenish your energy after a kill. He didn't know if that was actually a thing, but he was falling in love with his new home. "Where's my bedroom?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 22:42:27</strong>
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				Min Yu rolled his eyes at Caleb’s whining. He briefly thought that he’d have to teach his fledgling new definitions for ‘gentle’ and ‘rough’. It wouldn’t do good to have Caleb be so sensitive about things. Though, he supposed that’s what he got for picking a guy with glasses. But Min Yu wasn’t too displeased. Hopefully his responsiveness would be better appreciated by Frederick. A dark glint entered Min Yu’s gaze as he shuffled into the house with his fledgling. His fingers twined around Caleb’s wrist and he exerted a firm pressure to keep Caleb at his side.<br><br>“I could,” he chirped pleasantly and squeezed the fledgling’s wrist a bit tighter to prove the point he was making. “But I don’t want to be.”<br><br>He slowed a bit to let Caleb’s eyes drink in the sights of the mansion. It was very impressive, though it wasn’t exactly spotless anymore. Min Yu had seen to that earlier in the evening. With what he had done now with Caleb he almost regretted smashing all the mirrors and everything else that had casted a reflection, but what’s done was done. There wasn’t anything he could do to un-break or fix it. <br><br>“Yeah, me either,” he replied with a faint and almost sad voice as Caleb expressed his astonishment at Min Yu living here. The watcher couldn’t believe it sometimes either. Some evenings he woke up and couldn’t remember where he was for several minutes. Thornewood, or O’Shea Manor as most people called it, was a very beautiful house. But it didn’t feel like a home to Min Yu. He tugged Caleb over to the grand staircase. The chandelier’s above them casted a golden glow. It caused the glass that littered the stairs to sparkle, and for a moment it looked like it was meant to be there. Until Min Yu stepped on the glass and it crunched loudly underneath his shoes. The sound of the glass was the only noise made. The stairs were cushioned with an intricately patterned rug that ran the length of the hall and pooled down each step. There was no creak to the wood underneath them.<br><br>“Your bedroom?” Min Yu repeated with a sharp laugh, as if Caleb had just told a joke. It was a question that he didn't answer. If things went as planned his fledgling would have a room of his own, but if everything went bad than Caleb would never one, Min Yu wouldn't have a bedroom anymore, and Frederick would have an empty home by morning. He continued to hurry his fledgling along. Frederick wasn’t home yet, but the texts he had sent to his sire had been so pathetic he was sure Frederick would change his mind and return before sun up. “I hope you were paying attention before, when I told you I wasn’t New Arklow’s real watcher.”<br><br>“You’re in his house.” With his free hand Min Yu gestured about as they reached the top of the stairs. He glanced over his shoulder at Caleb as he started walking down the hall, towards the master bedroom. “His name is Frederick. And if you don’t want to die a second, and this time more permanent death, than you need to do what I tell you to do.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 00:18:45</strong>
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				Caleb was still busy taking everything in to notice how firm Min Yu's grasp on his wrist was. He just let the shorter male guide him to the grand staircase. His eyes (which were now more sparkling blue than green) were cast upwards, looking towards the top of the stairs. The glass on the stairs didn't catch his gaze until they started walking up and their shoes started to make a crunching noise. Someone had gone on a rampage and destroyed a lot of glass inside of the house. Caleb knew that it was probably Min Yu. He was a moody little fucker. Whoever Min Yu's make was probably had to be one patient man to deal with how many mood swings he had. If he was this bad years after being made, there was no way of grasping how bad he was when first made. Caleb shuddered at the though. <br><br>"I remember you mentioning the <em>real</em> watcher." Caleb responded, following Min Yu down the hallway. "And there is one thing you should know about me, mention me dying and I'll do anything you ask." All hints of joking left Caleb. He was just made into a watcher that night, there was no way in hell he was going to get himself killed already. The point of becoming a watcher was to not die and become immortal. Well, those two things and be faster and stronger than any normal human being. "I'm not going to let my mother being alone and miserable for the rest of her life go to waste. I'm going to live and do anything I have to do to live. Kill anyone I have to..." The last part left a bad taste in his mouth. Was he really willing to kill anyone to keep himself alive? Yes... Yes he was. <br><br>"Tell me all about this Frederick. What not to call him. What he likes and what he doesn't like. What kind of girls, or guys, he likes." Caleb smirked a little. Another man in the house could be fun. Especially one older and less of a stick-in-the-mud than Min Yu could be a lot of fun. Hopefully he was handsome and not super pissed off that Min Yu made Caleb into a watcher just like the two of them. "I'm just hoping that what you tell me to do is enough to keep me alive. Dying for you to prove a point for the second time doesn't sound very fun." <br><br>Caleb kept walking forward down the hall that seemed like it never ended attached to Min Yu by the slender yet strong fingers around his wrist. He wanted to ask where they were going, but by the time he thought about asking they were already inside the master bedroom which had been around three times the size of his bedroom back at his mother's house. "I must say, if I die here, at least its in one of the most beautiful places I have ever been in my life." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 08:07:34</strong>
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				<em>Anything</em>? A magnificent smirk stretched across Min Yu’s soft pink lips. If there was any, even just a grain, of truth in Caleb’s statement than this was good news. He could use that to his advantage. Min Yu was glad to hear Caleb’s change hadn’t fried out his most base survival instincts – to stay alive. His dark brown eyes shifted over towards Caleb as they walked, watching with a pleased expression as his fledgling announce just how dedicated he was to keeping his new life. Oh, there was more than just a grain of truth to this. It was an entire wheat field of it.<br><br>“I’m happy to hear you’re so eager to embrace your new life as a watcher,” Min Yu said simply. His voice was crisp and neutral, though inside he was gleaming with satisfaction. He had a feeling dealing with Caleb was going to be very easy. Min Yu pressed his nails into the flesh of Caleb’s wrist just a bit tighter. He had no intentions of answering Caleb’s right away. There were other things he needed to tell his fledging first. As they entered his room he rolled his eyes at Caleb’s appreciation for Frederick’s room. Yes, yes, it all very nice.<br><br>“Pay attention to me,” Min Yu hissed. His hands snaked up to Caleb’s shoulders and he spun his fledgling around with an easy strength and pushed him toward Frederick’s bed. He pushed until Caleb’s knees hit the edge and then Min Yu stopped fisting his fingers in the fabric of Caleb’s clothes. Gravity did his work for him and sent Caleb across the satin bedding. <br><br>“Stay right there,” Min Yu said in a sharp tone as he made his way towards the bedroom. He didn’t stay there long. The young watcher fetched a piece of jagged glass from the sink and slipped it into his pocket before he stepped back into the bedroom and smiled as he approached Caleb. He hopped onto the foot of the bed and than sat down, crossing his legs underneath him. “I know what you’re considering and it’s a stupid idea. Don’t even try – he won’t fall for it. I don’t need you to seduce Frederick.”<br><br>Min Yu smiled pleasantly and leaned forward. He looked Caleb right in the eye, noticing how much bluer his eyes looked now. They had lost some of the green dab they had possessed before. Or perhaps it was just the lighting of the room. Min Yu didn’t linger on it for very long. “What I need you to do is be a pathetic, vulnerable, and helpless little fledgling.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 03:35:10</strong>
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				Caleb make a exaggerated noise when he was sent across the satin bedding of Frederick's giant bed. The blonde didn't even bother lifting his head from the plush expanse of comfortable fabric in front of him until Min Yu left the room to go get something. He pondered getting up, but knew that would be a bad idea. His maker didn't seem to have much patience, not to mention he didn't know if he was going to be able to get out of the bed now that he was in it. Crashing from the blood high was making him exceptionally tired. More tired than he had ever felt when he was alive. He was about to drift off into sleep when Min Yu's voice and footsteps pulled him back to reality. A groan rose from deep in his chest as he managed to push himself up so he was facing his maker. <br><br>"I wasn't really planning on sleeping with him as much as I was planning on falling asleep in his bed <em>then</em> seducing him when he came home and was all sexy and angry." Caleb smiled deviously. He actually wasn't planning on sleeping with Frederick at all until Min Yu said something. Now he really wanted to know if Frederick was good in bed. If he was a gentle lover or a rough one. What his kinks were. Most of all he really wanted to know what the hell this man looked like. "And as far as being pathetic, vulnerable, and helpless I guess I could just learn everything about you and then copy it into my mind then I would have it down pat." Caleb was getting a tad bit snappy due to how tired he was. And by how much he was having to put up with the devious schemes of the man who made him into a vampire. <br><br>"But I guess I can do that." The blonde gave in, his blue eyes watching his fingers as he fiddled around anxiously with them. "What exactly are you going to do to me to make me seem so pathetic, vulnerable, and helpless?" Caleb was a little bit afraid of what Min Yu had made up in his mind. Was he going to bite him again and almost drain him and then leave him on the bed, almost dead until Frederick came home? Cut him open and bleed him that way? Beat him to a bloody pulp? There were so many ways that his maker could make him a pathetic, vulnerable, and helpless fledgling. It was starting to scare the blonde to think about it. "Whatever it is, I just hope it doesn't hurt too much..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 21:23:58</strong>
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				Min Yu’s deep brown eyes took on a dangerous glint as Caleb as snapped at him. Where did that mouth come from? His fingers twitched with the urge to reach out and rake his nails over Caleb’s face and pinch the tongue that talked back at him. Who was Caleb to call him pathetic, vulnerable, or helpless? Min Yu wasn’t anything of the sort – at least he thought so. He wasn’t the chump that had gotten knocked down by one measly little vampire and was sent to death’s door with just a little bite. Both their deaths had befallen them in similar ways, but Min Yu had <em>earned</em> his. As a human he had won his fight against his vampiric attackers, he’d killed them as they’d torn him apart, but victory hadn’t stopped his death.<br><br>He looked at Caleb with a bitter snarl of his upper lip. Min Yu couldn’t help but feel a bit superior, somehow better than the other young watcher. Caleb was lucky he amended the talk back and insult he had given by saying his would do it. Or he <em>guessed</em> he could do it. Min Yu pressed his teeth together. Apparently his fledgling didn’t understand the full extent of the situation. Or he just didn’t care. Min Yu wan’t sure which irked him more.<br><br>While Caleb fiddled with his fingers Min Yu leaned forward and crawled over the satin of the bed so he could sit right in front of his fledgling. He reached out for Caleb’s hand with both of his hands, his pale fingers snaking around the other watcher’s wrist and arm with a firm grip.<br><br>“Don’t be so stupid,” he said. Once again he chose to ignore Caleb’s questions for now. With greater strength he lifted Caleb’s hand towards his mouth. Min Yu’s tongue darted out and he curled it around one of Caleb’s fingers, carefully licking away at any vampire blood he found. Min Yu frowned and thought of Sorcha. While he had hoped his text messages would make Frederick cut their outing short, or at least make Frederick decline to stay the morning with her, he couldn’t really know for sure. He just wanted Frederick to get there within the next few hours. But it wouldn’t ruin his plans if his sire didn’t show up. Min Yu was perfectly content to leave Caleb in the bed and starve his fledgling until Frederick did show up. He supposed that really would make Caleb into a pathetic mess.<br><br>There wasn’t anything particularly sensual or flirtatious to Min Yu’s actions as he licked away at Caleb’s hand. His posture was stiff and he wore a hard expression. Min Yu’s movements were methodical and intentional as he worked on grooming away any trace of Caleb’s first meal. At first he wasn’t sure why he was doing it. Min Yu was still annoyed with Caleb, but something deep inside him urged him to do this. As he licked he had vague recollections of Frederick doing this same exact thing, back when Min Yu had been quite the messy eater himself.<br><br>“I don’t think you get how important this is,” Min Yu said as he finished with Caleb’s first hand he glanced up and glared at his fledgling. “If Frederick walks in here and we can’t trick his ‘sire’ instinct into restarting, if he looks at you and sees even the tiniest bit of a threat towards his territory, well.”<br><br>“Remember that beautiful sight back in the parking lot?” He let go of Caleb's wrist and arm to find his shoulders instead. Min Yu just watched Caleb for a moment, met his gaze and stared. It might have seemed a bit dramatic, but it was the truth. Even when it was just himself and Frederick they were already on shaky ground at edging towards a territory and dominance fight. And there was no way Min Yu could win that. But he still refused to be Frederick’s mate. So this was the third option that Min Yu created. “Think of that right in this bedroom, only it’s going to be a hundred times worse. We’ll both be the new paint job and carpeting.”<br><br>Min Yu released Caleb's shoulders and his expression lost some of its hardness. "Now, lay back down."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 05:02:36</strong>
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				In the back of his mind, Caleb knew that Min Yu cleaning the blood off of his fingers didn't mean anything more than that. But Caleb was the one who pushed that far into the back of his head. Right at that moment&nbsp; he didn't want to believe that Min Yu cleaning the blood off of his fingers <em>wasn't</em> a sign of affection from a maker to his fledgling. A gentle smile pulled at his lips. Whether or not he was blushing he didn't know. That smile was stuck there until the reference about the new paint job. Min Yu was right. That was worse than what happened in the parking lot. <br><br>"I guess now I do..." Caleb's voice was quiet as he let his body fall backwards, laying down on the bed like Min Yu had told him to do. Threatening his life was just about the only thing that would scare Caleb into doing just about anything. Min Yu sure as hell did a great job at using that card against him. "I might look good on the carpet, but not as the new carpet..." Caleb's joke fell flat and not even he found it funny. It sucked that even as a vampire Caleb couldn't find death funny in any way. Probably because his father had just died a couple of weeks ago. <br><br>"Are you going to clean my other hand?" Caleb asked, a pout forming with his bottom lip. He knew that he probably shouldn't enjoy being cleaned up so much, but he did. At least it was enjoyable for him. Min Yu's posture made it very clear that he didn't exactly want to do it, but it was something that had to be done. Caleb was probably going to be on his own cleaning himself up the next time he made a mess feeding. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 21:25:07</strong>
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				<em>Good</em>. Min Yu liked how quickly the other watcher was subdued when he was threatened with death. He would have to keep Caleb’s fear of a true death fresh – if they survived Frederick’s return home it would come in handy later on. He scoffed when Caleb attempted, and terribly failed, to tell another joke. At least Caleb was trying to remain lively even when their lives were hanging in the balance, dependent on purely his sire’s reaction and instinctual response.<br><br>He noticed there was a lovely bit of color to Caleb’s face, the possibility of it all thanks to his recent feeding. Still, Min Yu scowled when he asked when if his other hand was going to be tended to. “Be patient,” he snapped at Caleb and than fetched his other bloody hand. Min Yu dug the blunt of his hands across the young watcher’s veins. Not enough pressure to cut and bleed, but even to hurt and possibly bruise. He brought Caleb’s dirty hand to his mouth and curled his tongue around his fingers. Min Yu carefully cleaned his hand as thoroughly as the other, but was far less tender about it. The point of his teeth even ran across the parting of Caleb’s fingers.<br><br>Once Min Yu had finished removing the blood from Caleb’s hands, he repositioned himself a top his fledgling. He sat down right on top of Caleb’s thighs and peered down at him, appraising him. Min Yu thought he looked quite pretty and vulnerable, but that wasn’t good enough. He slipped his hand into his pocket and touched the piece of glass in there, smoothing the pad of his thumb over the part that wasn’t jagged.<br><br>“Stay still,” he ordered before he withdrew the fragment of glass from his pocket. But instead of carving up Caleb, the watcher pushed up the sleeve of his expensive black coat and instead drew the glass over his own vein. Min Yu barely even blinked as a line of red spotted over his pale and delicate skin. He had pressed the glass against his wrist very hard, hard enough that it would take a few seconds for it to close up. Until it did he held his wrist above Caleb’s face and shook it, letting droplets of his crimson blood fall onto his fledgling’s face.<br><br>He didn’t warn Caleb not to tongue at the blood that fell onto his cheeks and lips. Min Yu wanted to see Caleb try it, just to see his adverse reaction to the taste. It was mean of him to do, but Min Yu didn’t really care.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 00:02:21</strong>
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				The blonde held a straight face as he watched his maker cut his own arm and start to shake the blood on his face. It was strong blood. The scent was strong enough that he could taste the blood in the back of his throat already and he hadn't even tried to taste any yet. He held his mouth shut for longer than he expected he was going to be able. Caleb was starting to realize that Min Yu did things on purpose to hurt people or set them up so they did something that resulted in him hurting them. Min Yu obviously could not overpower his maker so he probably just resorted to hurting him mentally instead of physically which was probably just as bad if not worse. <br><br>After about half a minute Caleb's face turned from straight to a scowl, his lips and jaws parting so that he could stick his tongue out quickly and get the taste of blood he wanted so much. <em>Stop yourself. Stop yourself now. You know he is going to do something to you once you taste his blood. Close your mouth, close your eyes and block out your senses.</em> Caleb's mouth and eyes snapped shut after he had a brief conversation with himself. His mouth keeping closed didn't stick for long though. <br><br>A low, yet audible growl started in the base of Caleb's chest and rose to his throat, all the while his tongue quickly darting out of his mouth to taste the delicious blood that was currently all over his face. There was some on his forehead but he didn't dare try to get that. That would take him using his hands. He might have been full of hunger, but he wasn't going to let that control his ability to be smart. <br><br>Caleb opened his eyes after a few licks, his blue eyes keeping watch on his maker to see what he would do now that his fledgling had tasted the blood that he probably wasn't supposed to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 05:11:09</strong>
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				Min Yu watched Caleb. He liked having his fledgling underneath him, unable and unwilling to shove him away or tell him off. Min Yu knew that Caleb couldn’t resist the blood that dripped over him for long. He was so young. <em>And stupid</em>. Min Yu had also been young and stupid at one point in time. He recalled the first time he had foolishly sunken his teeth into Frederick, breaking his sire’s skin and slipping his blood. Min Yu hadn’t done it in a misguided attempt to feed. The reaction had just been one of poor temper and anger with Frederick.<br><br>It hadn’t been bad, at least not at first. The taste of his sire’s blood on his tongue and the slide down the back of his throat had tasted very similar to the sweet taste of vampire blood. But that was the only similarity it had possessed. A few seconds after Min Yu had swallowed it he had realized his mistake. Watchers weren’t supposed to drink the blood of other watchers, just as watchers weren’t supposed to drink the blood of humans. It had been revolting. Rancid, almost, and Min Yu had felt sick only a minute after his first swallow. He had spent half an hour raking his fingers in his mouth and trying to get the lingering aftertaste of Frederick’s blood out of him.<br><br>Just as Frederick’s blood had been to him, so too would his blood be like that to Caleb too. Fine, with the first lick and swallow, but unbearable once the body recognized what it had just consumed. It really was a cruel trick for Min Yu to play on his fledgling, to get Caleb to taste his blood without explanation or warning. But it wasn’t like he had encouraged the little watcher to do it, and he had to learn at some point, correct? Min Yu thought he was doing quite well in teaching his fledgling so far. What better way to teach than to allow Caleb to make mistakes so he’d learn and know better next time?<br><br>Min Yu grinned as he looked down at Caleb. He cut himself again with the glass and let more of his blood dribble over the blond’s face, his neck, and even his chest. Min Yu reached with his fingers and started smearing his blood all over Caleb’s skin. “Frederick won’t like you, not at first. He won’t like the smell of you or the sight of you. And he most definitely wouldn’t like the taste of you.”<br><br>“But,” he said as he drew out his words, his pale fingers now stained with red as he danced his fingers across Caleb’s, painting his fledgling with his blood. “If you smell like <em>me</em> I think he’ll take more kindly to you. Because Frederick likes me, you know? Frederick likes me a lot. I'm his darling little precious fledgling that he doesn't ever want to let go away."<br><br>“You better hope this works,” he said as he pressed the pads of his fingers along the curve of Caleb’s jaw. “Else there won’t be enough of you to scrap together to even put into a dog bowl.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 00:33:18</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><br>12:00 am | 3:00 am<br>Location: New Arklow's Opera House | Lady Sorcha's Home</span></span><br><br><hr><br>The lights had just started to dim when he remembered his cell phone. Frederick reached into his pocket and pulled it out, wincing at the brightness of the screen in the suddenly dark hall. Sorcha leaned into him and sighed softly, her voice just barely audible and pulling him out of his spiraling thoughts.<br><br>"Frederick, must you?" Her tone said everything that words didn't and he quirked his lips at her.<br><br>"Just turning it off." And he did. It wasn't something he would normally do, always keeping it on hand for if Min Yu needed him, but tonight – he was giving himself the night off. He deserved it and for once he would be take full advantage of a night out.<br><br>He put the phone back in his pocket and settled back into his seat, his hand squeezing Sorcha's lightly in apology. She turned to him with a happy smile that forgave and leaned further into him, her head resting on his shoulder as the opera started.<br><br><hr><br>The walk had been a wonderful idea, with Sorcha easily keeping pace with him and talking about nothing in particular. It wasn't until they were in the foyer of her house that she turned to him with a slight frown and sighed.<br><br>"What has Min Yu done this time?"<br><br>Frederick laughed and took her hand as he led the way to her room, a now familiar path after so many years. "Surprisingly, nothing. He's still refusing the bond." His voice belayed his hurt at this and he knew that Sorcha would sense it.<br><br>"Oh, darling, still?" There was no pity in her tone, only true confusion and, surprisingly, compassion. Sorcha had made it clear that she didn't approve of Min Yu at all, but she'd always made it a point to support Frederick in all aspects of dealing with his wayward fledgling.<br><br>"He said we would talk once I'm home, but I do not trust him at all on this." He let her remove his coat and scarf, carefully undoing his tuxedo jacket and slipping it off. There was a small bench where he always set his clothes and his shirt and pants followed, his shoes easily slipping off as he pushed at the heel with his toes.<br><br>Sorcha had removed all her jewelry and let her hair down, the dark red tresses flowing in waves down her back. She smiled at him and turned, pulling her hair to the side as she wordlessly asked him to unzip her dress. Her skin was soft, as it always was, and he delighted in the simple act of undressing her, his fingers caressing her back as his hand moved down. The laugh she let out was soft and completely enticing as she walked to her closet, the dress slipping down and revealing that she'd been wearing absolutely nothing underneath.<br><br>Socks and boxers were quickly removed and he sat at the edge of the plush bed, cock hard and ready for Sorcha. When she walked out of the closet he took a deep breath, taking in her scent and grinning languidly as she climbed into his lap. Her hands, while small and delicate looking were strong and drew a gasp from him as they wrapped around his cock.<br><br>It was always so easy with her and he wished, not for the first time, that he'd been the one to turn her. "You smell delightful."<br><br>Her laugh was louder this time and she tilted her head to the side with a coquettish look. "That's my blood you're smelling. It always smells delightful."<br><br>"True," he shook his head at her and quickly moved her onto the bed, "it's not my fault that it practically begs to be taken."<br><br>Sorcha wrinkled her nose at him, her lips stretched in a wide smile, and sighed when his teeth sank into her neck. Her blood <em>was</em> delightful and it filled him with a warmth he so rarely felt anymore. No matter how many centuries had passed he was always amazed that blood from a creature considered by many to be dead could be so warm. His lips dragged a streak of red across her body as he moved down, Sorcha's sighs turning to moans as he pushed everything out of his mind and focused on the gorgeous woman beneath him.<br><br><hr><br>Much later, when he was sure the sun would just be peeking over the horizen and Sorcha was curled against him, exhausted and drained, Frederick caved and finally turned his phone on. Surprisingly he had several messages from Min Yu and when he read them, his head throbbed.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Yes</span><br><br>For a moment he contemplated risking daylight just to rush home and sweep Min Yu up in his arms, but only for a moment. Instead he quickly sent his fledgling a text, one handed, and turned the phone back off. When he moved slightly after letting the phone drop with a soft thud on the carpet, Sorcha let out a small huff of air and curled in tighter against him. Frederick closed his eyes and pushed away the ache he felt at knowing that Min Yu would never be like this with him.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">I'll be back late tonight.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 03:09:14</strong>
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				That had been a mistake. A really big mistake. After the delicious taste of Min Yu's blood was gone, it was replaced with a taste that was like rotting corpses. Well, at least what he thought a rotting corpse would taste like. It was horrendously disgusting. <em>So this is the reason he put his blood on my face. To teach me and then be able to make fun of me in the process.</em> Caleb's eyes burned with tears and a fiery hatred for Min Yu at the taste of the blood he was just subjected to drink. Min Yu knew that Caleb wouldn't be able to resist any blood being a newborn. Of course he probably thought it was funny. Caleb didn't. Caleb wanted to drive a sword through Min Yu and then twist it around inside of his maker until there was nothing left on the inside but the shell of a being that he actually was. No feelings, no compassion, just a cold, hard shell left to make this world a little bit less easy to live in. <br><br>"I can't see why he would like you," Caleb snapped, spitting some to try and get the taste of the blood out of his mouth. "He must be as patient as you are sadistic." The blonde knew nothing he would say would really harm Min Yu in anyway, but it sure as hell made him feel better. If&nbsp; he wanted to die before Frederick got home he could always just start talking mad trash about Min Yu's family, but that wasn't a good idea. Despite the insults and the ulterior motives, Min Yu was trying to keep Caleb alive so that he could get away from Frederick's grasp. <em>Smart guy.</em> The voice in Caleb's head was dry and angry, just the way he was talking to his maker. <br><br>"It's funny you mentioned dog bowls, give me enough time and I can call a twenty-four hour customization shop that'll make special doggy bowls for me an you. That way we can be next to each other in death too. Do you wan't the floral or the camouflage print? Either would look flattering with your dull blood tone." Caleb was so angry he didn't realize he was actually snarling the whole time he was talking about dog bowls, his fangs bared in over-the-top fury.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 19:20:12</strong>
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				Painting Caleb’s face with Min Yu’s red served many purposes. Primarily, it covered the young fledgling in his scent – Caleb wasn’t Frederick’s, but Min Yu was. It was a paltry move when one got down to it, but it was better than simply letting Caleb bask in his own unique scents and the faint markings he got from laying in the bed and being so close to Min Yu. At least this way Caleb had something vibrant on him that connected him to Min Yu, something that would catch Frederick’s attention. Subtle hints and outright exclamations of Min Yu were all over Caleb, from the blood that smeared across his skin to the dried saliva on his fingers from the grooming. Hopefully it would all nudge along his plan to trick Frederick’s instincts at seeing the newest watcher as an encroaching threat to his territorial claim over New Arklow.<br><br>Min Yu merely smiled and chuckled to himself, holding one of his arms across his stomach as he watched Caleb throw a fit as the true taste of watcher blood dawned on his face. He thought it was funny. Surely Min Yu had a similar expression on his face the first time he had snapped at Frederick and tasted his maker’s blood in orneriness. Min Yu couldn’t remember Frederick laughing at him though. What had he been – concerned or disappointed instead? Min Yu couldn’t quite recall – all he could clearly remember had been the horrid taste and weight of Frederick’s blood in his mouth. He had thought the taste would never his tongue and he’d be stuck with it for the rest of forever.<br><br>“Lesson one – you’re a vampire, but you’re bigger than just that. You’re a watcher and we’re the highest on the food chain. Watchers don’t eat other watchers.” This would have been a great opportunity to discourage or inform Caleb of what would happen if he tried to drink human or animal blood, but Min Yu kept silent on that. It might be a trick he’d need to play on his fledgling later. If they survived that was.<br><br>Smearing Caleb with his blood did more than just perfume his scent and presence with Min Yu’s more pleasing one or provide amusement. It was also a lesson too. Min Yu could hardly imagine that. He really was teaching Caleb the basics of his new life and it’d only been a few hours into it. And Min Yu thought he was doing it a hell of a lot quicker than Frederick had ever done for him.<br><br>“Maybe,” Min Yu said with a hum and glimmer in his eyes as he stared down at Caleb. He didn’t let Caleb know that Frederick was probably just as sadistic as he was. His maker just went about it in a different way. As dignified and classy as Min Yu knew Frederick was, he was also a watcher – and being a watcher came with a lot of power and a lot of opportunities that required the use of it. But he’d save that lesson for another moment. He didn’t really listen any further to what Caleb had to say. Min Yu couldn’t decide if Caleb just mouthed off to soothe himself or if his fledgling was actually trying to talk back to him.<br><br>He held up a slender figure after Caleb was finished talking about dog bowls or something. Min Yu didn’t bother answering it or responding to the slight. <br><br>“Frederick loves me because I’m his. That’s the way it works between a maker and their fledgling,” Min Yu explained in a surprisingly gentle tone as he reached down to caress the back of his fingers along Caleb’s jaw. He used the gesture to smear more of his blood across the blond man’s throat. After a few seconds Min Yu shifted and dropped himself so he could lay at Caleb's side on the bed. He threw the bloodied piece of glass to the floor and made himself comfortable on the plush of Frederick's bed as he reached inside his pocket for his cellphone. "You're still all new - rest now. You can't really sleep or dream, but if you can relax and let your awareness go out the window til sunset."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 03:02:49</strong>
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				The words coming out of Min Yu's mouth made a lot of sense. Kind of like someone's favorite toy when they are a child. All kids loved their favorite toy and they cherished it. Min Yu was Frederick's favorite toy, but sometimes toy's break. Min Yu was definitely one of those broken toys that Frederick wishes he could fix and make all better, but no matter how many times he tried Min Yu still stayed the same. It all got the blonde to thinking. It wasn't something he really wanted to think about, but for some reason he was. <br><br><em>If Frederick loves Min Yu because Min Yu is his fledgling, will Min Yu ever love me since I am his?</em> At first the question he thought to himself really burned him up. Caleb was upset with himself for thinking about such an absurd thing. Why would Min Yu ever love him when it was so apparent to Caleb that Min Yu wasn't capable of loving anyone else but himself. Caleb didn't believe that his maker wasn't able to love though. Somewhere deep inside of him, Min Yu loved someone. He had to. Or at least that's what Caleb thought. <br><br>The blonde watcher shook his head gently, making sure his face didn't touch the pillow. He didn't wanted to get any of Min Yu's blood on the beautiful pillow cases or sheets that made him so comfortable despite laying next to one of the most unbearable people he's ever met. Instead of dwelling on being next to Min Yu, Caleb took off his glasses and set them next to him on the night stand and closed his blue eyes, gently breathing out of habit while trying to calm himself into a state of rest. He had been though a lot that night and it was time to let it all roll off. <br><br><div align="center">*****</div><br>Sunset came quicker than what he thought it would. Though time didn't pass nearly as quickly while resting as it did when actually sleeping, Caleb found the whole experience to be very relaxing. The void of thoughts in his mind was very peaceful. No thoughts about his mother and how she was going to feel knowing that her son was dead on top of her husband. Or how he would never get to ask Mikey McCall out on a date. How he would never be able to run in the sunlight again. Nope, those thoughts didn't emerge until he was done resting and the sun had set completely, as well as the realization that he was now a watcher. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 07:57:13</strong>
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				“Caleb,” he murmured as he poked his finger against his fledgling’s cheek. Min Yu dug his nail deeper into the young watcher’s skin, twisting it around as he stared at Caleb. He had been awake for quite a while. For a few hours Min Yu had let his awareness of the world slip, but he blinked his eyes opened more than hour or two before the sun had finally went down. By now he was quite bored and eager to have Caleb awake and ready for his sire’s return to the manor.<br><br>“Caleb,” Min Yu said again. That time he let his voice soften and rise, practically cooing it out as he dug his nail even further into Caleb’s cheek. Min Yu shifted on the bed and tucked his legs under him as he sat up. His interest in stirring Caleb awake waned as Min Yu pulled his smartphone out of his jacket and flipped it open. His mouth instantly twisted down as re-read his last message from Frederick. It spurned fire in his blood to know Frederick had spent the entire night and day with Sorcha. Min Yu started to type out a few messages in reply to his sire, but each time he deleted them before he sent them. Finally Min Yu just shut off his smartphone with a gnash of his teeth and an annoyed sound in the back of his throat. The piece of glass still sat in Min Yu's pocket. He had the urge to slice Caleb up again.<br><br>"You remember what I told you?" Min Yu asked, sliding his dark brown eyes over to the other watcher. He didn't look very happy. Not with Caleb, not with the entire situation, with Frederick, and maybe most of all not happy with himself. But if he did manage to pull this off then Min Yu knew his mood would drastically improve. "You better. He'll be here soon," Min Yu said as he pulled himself out of the bed and walked over to the curtains, pulling them open to see the night that had fallen out over the grounds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>20-10-2012, 22:28:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><br>7:30 pm | 8:15 pm<br>Location: Lady Sorcha's Home | O'Shea Mansion</span></span><br><br><hr><br>A loud, desperate knocking pulled him out of deep sleep. When he opened his eyes the room was dark and Sorcha was still sleeping against his side, arms loosely wrapped around his waist. The knocking continued and it took him a moment to realize that it was coming from the bedroom door. Frederick didn't want to wake Sorcha, so he gently moved her to the side and slipped out of bed, padding barefoot and nude to the door.<br><br>Colin stood on the other side, his clothes haphazard at best and his eyes wide eyed with fear. "Sir, you have to see this!"<br><br>"What is it, Colin?" The young man thrust a phone at him, hands shaking, and Frederick frowned at him before glancing on the device. Had he still been truly alive, what he saw on the screen would have surely given him a heart attack. Somehow he knew that Min Yu was responsible for what had happened and as he flipped through the pictures, he was sure that the price to pay would be quite high this time. "How did you get these?"<br><br>"Sent to me sometime in the morning. I hadn't thought to check my phone earlier, or else I would have told you sooner."<br><br>Frederick nodded and quickly sent the images to himself, handing Colin his phone back with an order to ready the car and wait out front for him. He shut the door and walked to the bed, sitting down and looking down forlornly at Lady Sorcha. There had always been a possibility for their arrangement to become more permanent, but ever since Frederick had taken Min Yu in, Sorcha had quite decidedly told him that she wouldn't come in between them.<br><br>He kissed her cheek and started dressing, pulling everything on as fast as possible. When he sat down to put on his shoes, Sorcha was awake and looking at him sadly. She knew, without having to ask, that something was wrong. "When will I see you again?"<br><br>With a sigh, he reached out to her and ran a hand down her sleep warm back, fingers itching to pull her close again. "I have no idea. It all depends on how quickly I can fix what Min Yu has done."<br><br>She frowned and sat up, biting her lip in worry. "That bad?"<br><br>"Worse than anything else. The biggest problem is going to be the humans, I have no idea how well they're handling what he did."<br><br>"I'll check on that. You concentrate on reining in your fledgling."<br><br>"Thank you." He gave her one last kiss before leaving, his phone in his hand as he started reading through missed texts and listening to angry messages.<br><br><hr><br>As soon as Colin pulled up to the house and brought the car to a stop, Frederick was out and running up the steps and to the door. The sight that greeted him made his already boiling anger rise even more and it took all he had to keep his calm. It seemed that everything had been destroyed, precious antiques that had been handed down and salvaged, mementos of a time gone by.<br><br>His steps barely touched the floor as he ran up to Min Yu's room, frowning when he didn't find him there. Then he heard a noise coming from his room and he had to grit his teeth. If the boy had done anything in there, Frederick was going to kill him. Fledgling or not, he had crossed one too many lines in just under a day.<br><br>When he opened the door Min Yu was standing by the door, hands holding onto the opened curtains and acting like he had not a care in the world. Another boy around his age was on the bed, on <em>Frederick's</em> bed, still clothed and covered with what had to be blood.<br><br>"What have you done?" His voice had lost any and all emotion, it was the only way he could keep his anger from coming to the forefront and the only way of keeping himself from tearing his fledgling apart, limb by limb.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 02:57:53</strong>
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				The young fledgling tried his hardest not to wince or say anything to Min Yu as his maker's finger drove deeper into his cheek. Right now he really wanted to be left alone. But seeing as how this was the night that Frederick was going to come home and most likely kill them both, being left alone probably wasn't a good option. So instead he grunted and nodded his head when Min Yu asked him if he remembered everything he said. He did, but whether or not he was going to follow it would be decided when Frederick got home. <br><br>As if he was on cue, Frederick was all of a sudden in the house. If Caleb would have focused a little bit harder on noises, he probably would have known that he was home before he left the car. He was glad that he didn't. As soon as Frederick came into the bedroom Caleb knew that the only choice he had to was to do what Min Yu said. Though Frederick seemed like a very level-headed and very attractive individual, what Min Yu had done was beyond anything that the elder watcher had to deal with so if he wanted to keep his life he just needed to act helpless. <br><br>Caleb's blue eyes looked all over Frederick's body, lingering on every inch of the man. He usually didn't like older guys, but Frederick was probably the most handsome man he had ever seen in his life. For a split second he didn't know if he was going to be able to control himself. One thing was for sure, his libido sure as hell hadn't changed and if it did it got higher. Yet despite wanting to jump Frederick's bones, Caleb pulled his eyes back to himself, turning them down to his hands that were now shaking. His impulsive breathing getting heavier by the moment as the tension in the room continued to incline at a rapid rate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 03:29:36</strong>
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				Min Yu didn’t say or do anything. For a few seconds he kept his lazy pose by the window and continued to look out into the darkened yard. He was pleased that Caleb kept his mouth shut and stayed in the bed. This was it. The next few moments would decide whether he stayed ‘alive’ or whether he ended up dead – again. At least if he died it’d probably be quick. Min Yu dropped his arm, letting it hang at his side and allowing the curtains to fall back closed. He kept his movements slow and his entire body loose as he turned around to look at Frederick.<br><br>If Min Yu had needed to breathe he probably would have choked from how tight the atmosphere in the bedroom was. He almost wished that his sire would scream at him. Frederick quiet anger was unnerving. Min Yu stared at his sire with wide, dark eyes and a wholly innocent expression. “I begged you to come home last night, but you ignored me. I got lonely.”<br><br>Min Yu took tentative step towards the bed and slowly climbed on it so he could sit close to Caleb’s trembling form. He looked down at his fledgling with a strange fondness and ran his fingers through Caleb’s light hair. Tiling his head to the side Min Yu kept talking to Frederick but looked only to Caleb as he ran his nails over the fledgling’s jaw line again, though this time he was gentle. “So I went out and met someone special.”<br><br>The young watcher sat his palm over the crown of Caleb’s head and turned his eyes back to Frederick. It was difficult to tell if Min Yu was being sincere or if he was just that good at lying. A slight smile tugged at the corner of Min Yu’s mouth, though it was tinted with sadness. He abandoned his touching of Caleb and scooted towards the edge of the bed. He sat at the edge and stared up at Frederick. All he could do was hope that Caleb wouldn't do anything to set his sire off and that his own words wouldn't enrage Frederick even more. “Please don’t be cross with me, Frederick. I couldn’t help myself. He was dying and I had to save him. Just like you had to save me. Remember?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 04:00:44</strong>
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				Watching Min Yu move and talk only served to further anger Frederick. His breathing was harsh by the time the young man was staring up at him, eyes wide with innocence. Hearing him talk about when Frederick had turned him pushed him right over and he gritted his teeth as he walked over to where his fledgling was sitting.<br><br>"You have no idea of what you have done." His voice had dropped to a low, gravely tone he had never before used with his fledgling and he took a handful of the young man's hair in a tight grip. "Not only do I have to clean up the literal mess that you left, but I also have to deal with human politics. Something I had, up until now, managed to stay out of!"<br><br>Frederick dragged Min Yu off the bed and started walking to the door, only stopping for a moment when he remembered the other boy. He turned back around and glared at the blonde shaking on the bed. "Stay right here, I'll know if you move an inch."<br><br>With that he left, pulling his fledgling along the destroyed halls of the house, ignoring all his protests. They walked down to the kitchens and from there, down a disused hallway that led to an old door. When it opened the hinges creaked with disuse and a gust of stale air rushed out at them. He pushed Min Yu in and took a deep breath, his anger crackling through his seemingly calm façade.<br><br>"I think a few days alone will help you think about what you've done."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 04:46:25</strong>
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				Caleb stiffened when Min Yu came over to sit by him on the bed. The blonde didn't know what his maker was going to do to him especially since right before Frederick got home he was trying to cause him pain by jabbing him in the cheek. It was all part of a plan that Min Yu had to make himself look less like a sociopath. It obviously didn't work because despite all of the soft touches he administered to Caleb, Frederick was still beyond livid. What happened next caught Caleb a little off guard, but he stayed composed through the whole thing. For a second he actually felt bad for Min Yu. All he wanted was to not be under Frederick anymore. He wanted to be out on his own in his own territory. Then Caleb remembered how much of a little asshole Min Yu was and he stopped feeling sorry for his maker and started worrying about what was going to happen to him once Frederick was done with Min Yu. <br><br>"K-Kay..." Caleb stuttered in response to Frederick. Closing his bright eyes, Caleb focused on using his heightened hearing to hear what was happening. If he focused too hard his head started to feel like it was going to split in half so he decided to just sit there and hear as much as he could without suffering a migraine. Really the only thing meaningful he heard was the opening of a door with some creaky hinges. That's when more fear took over his body. If Caleb were to suffer the same punishment as Min Yu, he'd be stuck in a room all alone for who knows how long. As it was he was uncomfortably hungry a couple days without any blood and he would probably go insane with hunger. Not to mention if he had to be stuck in a room with Min Yu for days on end he would probably just end up finding some way to kill himself. Caleb was willing to play Min Yu's game as long as he was distanced from his make unless he absolutely <em>had</em> to be around him. Min Yu was trouble and the last thing Caleb needed at this time was trouble. <br><br>With his eyes still closed, Caleb chewed on his bottom lip gently. It was a nervous habit he had most of his life and still had in his undead life. Most of the thoughts running through his head were somewhere along the lines of 'I don't want to die'. That's the whole reason why he became a watcher in the first place. He was dying and he really didn't want to so Min Yu turned him even though it was to help him achieve his own goal. Caleb felt bad for Frederick. For years he had to deal with a fledgling that had an ulterior motive for everything. Caleb opened his eyes, suddenly remembering his first real relationship where his boyfriend was just like Min Yu, manipulative and emotionally detached. Loving someone like that only got you hurt. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 21:38:23</strong>
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				Min Yu stared up at his sire with passive eyes as Frederick approached him. When the watcher’s fingers twined in his hair he thought it was over with. Frederick was angry with him. There was no denying that. This was probably the angriest he had ever seen his sire be. A gory image of Frederick tugging his scalp clean off with just his fingernails flashed into Min Yu’s mind, though the violence never came into reality. Instead Frederick just harshly tugged him up and marched him from the room. Min Yu continued to keep himself loose and didn’t struggle – at least not at first. When his sire ordered Caleb to stay and the littlest watcher stuttered his obedience Min Yu kept his expression perfectly blank and his eyes wholly empty. <br><br>He was downright compliant to Frederick dragging him off until they failed to take to the direction of Min Yu’s own room. That was when Min Yu’s spine stiffened up and his muscles started to tighten up. The tension that they had created in Frederick’s bedroom followed them out into the hallways and seeped into every corner of the house. Min Yu bit his bottom lip and tried to crane his head out of Frederick’s grip, though it was useless to even try.<br><br>“I wandered into that bloodbath when it was already over and done with. All I did was save the only survivor.” It was a lie. Just one of many lies that Min Yu had spoke to Frederick and likely would continue to speak to him into the future. Min Yu had set that entire thing up, the same way he had set many ill fated meetings up in the past. He didn’t like the direction that Frederick was taking him. Min Yu’s mouth twisted with angry when Frederick brought him before the old door. He knew that room. This wasn’t the first time Frederick had tossed him in there. Early on in his turning Min Yu had been quite dangerous. Often more of a danger to himself than to others. A few times Frederick had set him up in the room for a few minutes or hours so Min Yu could collect himself or wait out a bloodlust or bloodrage.<br><br>But Frederick had never forced him to stay there for days. As Min Yu stumbled into the room he didn’t even buy Frederick’s threat to really do it. He was quick to turn around and fix Frederick with a wide and eager look. “I did it for you. I made him for <em>you</em>.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 22:38:36</strong>
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				"I did it for you. I made him for <em>you<em>.</em></em>"<br><br>Frederick took another deep breath and allowed his eyes to fall closed. He wanted so badly to believe Min Yu and to allow his fledgling's words and wide eyes to convince him. But he knew it was a lie and he wondered how many other lies he had so foolishly accepted as truth in his blindness towards the young man.<br><br>"You will stay here until I feel you have either learned your lesson or are at least repentant of what you have done. I hope you fed recently, it will be at least a week before you are let out."<br><br>The slamming of the door was loud and harsh in the otherwise quiet house. Frederick took a small skeleton key from the top ledge of the door and locked it, knowing that regardless of any enhanced strength, Min Yu would not be getting out. As he walked back towards his rooms he pulled out his phone and called Sorcha, the only person he could trust at such a time, and asked her to come over as soon as was possible.<br><br>He stopped upon reaching the threshold of his room and quietly observed the new watcher for a few minutes before approaching him. Frederick sat down on the edge of the bed and brushed a gentle hand over the boy's cheek. "Tell me your name."<br><br>This was the best way to get a better account of what Min Yu had done. And regardless of how the fledgling had come to be, he was as of now, for all accounts and purposes, under Frederick's care.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 23:13:51</strong>
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				Caleb nearly jumped out of his skin when the door downstairs slammed. Enhanced hearing was going to take some getting used to otherwise whenever something loud happened he was going to near piss himself. At least the door being slammed meant that Min Yu had not weaseled his way out of being locked up. <em>Thank god.</em> The voice in his head broke the silence followed after the loud slamming from downstairs. But now that Frederick was done dealing with Min Yu it meant that he was going to come upstairs and deal with Caleb. The thought alone made Caleb want to open the window and run as fast as he could though he knew he wouldn't get very far. It would be stupid to even try. <br><br>Moment's after his thought's about running away Frederick came into the room. Caleb had been so involved in his own head he didn't even notice Frederick calling anyone. Probably a good thing, he didn't want to ask who it was and get ripped to shreds. When the elder watcher sat on the bed after coming in and placed a hand on his cheek, Caleb immediately felt better. If he hadn't of known better he would have pushed further into Frederick's hand.<br><br>"Caleb. Caleb Sawyer." The blonde watcher made sure not to stutter this time though he was still somewhat nervous. <em>Don't speak unless spoken to.</em> Caleb reminded himself, his bluish green eyes looking up at Frederick's face behind black rimmed glasses before pulling them back down to his hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 23:33:59</strong>
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				Frederick could feel Caleb's nervousness and he smiled sadly down at the young man. "You have his blood all over you." His thumb brushed against a dry speck at the corner of the new fledgling's lips and he sighed. "I trust you learned your lesson about drinking the blood of another watcher, then. You'll want to get washed up." He pointed to the door that lead to the bathroom and nodded.<br><br>"There are towels in a basket by the sink. Feel free to take as long as you want." Frederick almost wanted to offer to join him, but from the way Caleb was acting, he thought it best to move slow. "After you're finished, I have some clothes you can wear and we can talk."<br><br>He waited for Caleb to close the door before he started cleaning up. The sheets were mostly ruined, smeared with blood that he was sure wasn't all Min Yu and Caleb's, so he stripped the bed and piled them up to be disposed of. Another set, just as lavish as the ruined one, covered the bed and the little bits of glass that littered the floor were quickly cleaned up.<br><br>The clothes he had worn the night before were starting to bother him and he carefully pulled off his suit, draping it across the valet hanger. He pulled on a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a light t-shirt, grabbing another set for Caleb as well. Once he was satisfied with the rudimentary tidying up, he sat down on the sofa in front of the bed, waiting for his newest charge to be ready.<br><br>As he waited, his phone chirped and he checked it, smiling at the text from Lady Sorcha.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">ETA 20 minutes.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 00:26:20</strong>
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				He couldn't speak. The only thing he could do was nod before forcing his body to move to the bathroom, closing the door behind him quietly. It was a huge bathroom, just like the rest of the house. If he wanted to he could take a shower or a bath. For the first time since he woke up Caleb smiled and released a sigh of relief. For now he was going to live and not be killed. Well, at least for the next couple of hours. Right now the only person who knew if Caleb was going to live was Frederick. <br><br>Without having to think about it Caleb walked over to the shower and turned on the water as hot as it would go. He tested the water on his hand and found it suitable so he stripped out of his clothes and grabbed a towel setting it right next to the shower. It was probably the most amazing shower Caleb had ever taken in his life. By the time he was done scrubbing all of the blood off of him and making himself feel clean and presentable to Frederick around fifteen minutes had passed by and the only thing he could smell now was lavender and vanilla. A very pleasing aroma that followed him out of the bathroom as he dried off then opened the door to let out the mass amount of steam that had accumulated. <br><br>"You uh, have a very nice shower." Caleb announced as he walked towards the bed, his dirty clothes in hand and the towel tied around his waist. His eyes were brought to a set of sweatpants and shirt that was laying on the bed. Though Caleb was usually pretty open about his body he didn't want to be naked in front of Frederick so he dropped his dirty clothes on the floor and snatched the clean ones, making a break for the bathroom. It took him all of about ten seconds to slip into the clothes then re-emerge from the bathroom where the towel was now hanging over the shower stall. Caleb looked over at his pile of dirty clothes on the floor and picked them up again, looking for somewhere to put them. Being in front of Frederick was making him a little scatterbrained. <br><br>"Uhh, oh, there." Caleb unknowingly said out loud as he found a laundry hamper in the corner of the room. "What did you want to talk about?" Caleb asked quietly, taking a quick glance at Min Yu's sire again then looking down towards his feet. He had left his glasses in the bathroom. With his heightened watcher sight, he really didn't need them anymore. For now they were just a security blanket, to comfort him in his time of change.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 19:11:05</strong>
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				Caleb's compliment on the shower set a smile on Frederick's face and he wondered at who this boy was and why his fledgling had decided to turn him. The way the young man flailed about as he grabbed his clean clothes and then disposed of his old ones made him laugh softly and he patted the spot next to him. "Sit with me, Caleb. We have much to discuss."<br><br>Though his voice was still gentle his tone left no room for argument and he waited until Caleb was sitting down next to him. He turned so he was facing the boy and smiled. "I need to know what Min Yu did and why he chose you."<br><br>Sorcha would be arriving in a few minutes and he needed to know as much as possible before then. Once she was there, he'd be able to work out his next step in regards to dealing with Min Yu and the situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 21:49:43</strong>
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				Caleb did as he was told. Frederick was much older and stronger than he, if he wanted to live he was going to do what this man said. It wasn't just because Caleb was afraid of Frederick that he sat down though, he also admired him and respected him and that won out over the fear of the man as soon as he sat down next to him. The blonde watcher took a deep breath and exhaled slowly letting it calm him as Frederick asked him a question he wasn't eager to answer but needed to anyways. <br><br>"From what I understand," Caleb took another breath to calm himself before looking up at Frederick, his bluish green eyes holding many mixed emotions. "Min Yu set up a fight between the vampires and the vampire hunters of the area. He set it all up over phone calls and text messages. Unfortunately for me the fight took place in my bookstores parking lot." Caleb turned his eyes away so he could run his hands through his hair then rest his head in his hands. <br><br>"I was locking the door from the outside when I was knocked to the ground. The vampire that knocked me to the ground crushed my pelvis and broke several of my ribs so I was bleeding internally pretty quickly. When the fighting was over Min Yu came over to me, probably to finish me off." Caleb moved one of his hands from his head to his mouth where he nervously chewed on one of his nails. He didn't know talking about his death was going to affect him so much emotionally. <br><br>"I didn't want to die. I'm young, I fear death. So he made me a watcher. Well, after he kicked me around a couple of times and got enjoyment out of it. But he didn't make me because he wanted me for himself. What he said was true, he did make me for you, Frederick." Caleb looked up again, his eyes shining bright because he was on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 02:47:42</strong>
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				Caleb's words made the anger that Frederick had managed to push back only worsen and he wanted nothing more than to storm down to the cellar and wring the head off his fledgling's neck. Instead he gritted his teeth and waited for the young man to finish talking, flinching slightly at the look he sent Frederick and the glistening tears threatening to fall from his eyes. If there was one thing he hadn't become comfortable in almost a millennia of living, it was dealing with a crying person.<br><br>He sighed and rested a gentle hand Caleb's shoulder, squeezing it lightly. "None of this is your fault. It was all Min Yu's doing. He is nothing more than a selfish brat and I wish I had brought him to rein much sooner." With a roll of his eyes he shrugged and stood up, pacing lightly as he waited for Lady Sorcha to come up the stairs. Her arrival had been announced by the soft sound of her car's engine and he had only waited for Caleb to stop speaking before mentioning her.<br><br>"Even though he is your maker, you are under my care, as I am the senior-most watcher. From now on you will live in this house and learn about your new nature. As I'm sure you've already learned we do not feed on other watchers. We also don't feed on humans. The only way for us to get nourishment is to drink the blood of vampires and only that which is willingly given to us."<br><br>Behind him the door opened and Frederick could practically taste Sorcha's blood on his tongue. "This is Lady Sorcha, she is well aware of your situation and given that Min Yu neglected to feed you as needed, has come to offer her blood."<br><br>Sorcha nodded at him, a tight smile on her lips letting him know that she had heard everything. When she looked down at Caleb, however, the look on her face softened and she sat down next to him. "Take as much as you need, I fed only a while ago and over indulged myself." She tilted her head to the side, baring her neck, and glanced up at Frederick.<br><br>They would be having words later, he knew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Satin in a Coffin (Dotley, Reia, AShatteredSymphony67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 00:42:09</strong>
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				The moment Caleb knew that someone else was in the mansion he got quite a bit more nervous. He didn't know this person. He didn't even know Frederick really, but the man seemed like he could be trusted. If it was someone he knew and wanted them over then maybe they could be trusted to. Caleb tried listening to what Frederick had to say but got a little distracted by the sound of the persons footsteps. Most likely a woman's footsteps since it was much lighter than that of a mans clunky steps. <br><br>When Lady Sorcha walked through the door to Frederick's master bedroom Caleb calmed down almost instantly. Most of the reason why was because she was a woman and Caleb was much more easy going around females than he was around males. Lady Sorcha was also very beautiful which helped some. Her presence was calming even as she sat down next to him and revealed her neck, speaking softly to him about drinking too much. <br><br>Caleb hesitated, a shiver pulling through his spine leaving him temporarily stunned, not able to move forward or back, just sit there and look at her neck. He wanted to lean forward and start to drink but he thought it might hurt her so he didn't want to. But he was so thirsty he could barely stand it. With his mind pulling him back and forth Caleb finally pulled his legs up to his chest and rested his forehead on his knees, trying to control all of the thoughts going through his head. Most of them were about drinking her blood until he got sick. Some were about just letting himself wither away and starve. <br><br>"I... I don't want to drink too much or hurt you." Caleb said softly, lifting his head from his knees. His blue eyes this time locked on Lady Sorcha's face instead of the part of her neck that was exposed. This made it much easier for him to calm down, look at the facts and do something besides just sit there helpless. <br><br>Taking in a couple of deep breaths and letting them out, Caleb calmed down enough to lean forward, setting his feet down on the floor first. Once he got close enough to smell her he closed his eyes, rubbing his nose up her neck to find a perfect place to get blood from. The spot he found was right where her shoulder and neck met up, above the collar bone. Caleb opened his mouth hesitantly, moving closer till his lips touched her skin then it was all instinct after that. His jaws clamped down (softly as he was still gentle in nature) until he felt his teeth puncture her skin. Her blood filled his mouth and he took as much of it down as he needed to. He took about three or four mouthfuls of it then gently pulled away. Somehow he had stopped himself from taking more of her blood than what he wanted. As he said before, he didn't want to hurt her or drink too much. 
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