Aaaaand here's chapter two. Enjoy and whatnot. Crit and comments welcome. Again, be nice but not too nice.
Chapter Two –
Part One
Nich just
about wet his pants
as he stared blankly back. His sire merely smiled at him and a moment
later, the older vampire looked him over. He quickly choked about a
reply, something about being glad to see him again. He couldn't even
remember what he'd said once he'd actually said it, but he was sure
it wasn't very inspiring. At all. But it made his sire smile
nonetheless--and made him bite his lip, determined not to say another
word.
“You
shouldn’t have run,” his sire said, and it sent a sharp
pleasure-pain shiver down his spine. Nich refused to move, refused to
let his sire know he was getting to him. He
didn’t need the ego boost. “Why did you run, Nicholae?
Was I so bad?”
You have no
idea.
Nich wanted to tell him that, to shout and scream, and threaten him.
Yet he stood there and did nothing. He just stood there, staring back
at his sire. He couldn’t look away, but he could hear the
others. Ashtad and Anya were still there, Ethan standing between
them. The rest of them had all left, leaving Nich right where he was.
He hadn’t noticed when Ashtad had released him and moved away,
didn’t remember taking note of the movement. You
have no idea.
“Come,
Nicholae.” The command was iron laced with velvet, all smooth
vowels and hard constants. It had him shifting his feet just
slightly, grimacing. His sire’s expression was warm, welcoming.
Nich knew it was a lie. He stared at those dark eyes, the dark skin,
that thick, black hair. “Nicholae.” A warning.
With a wince, he
moved forward, towards his maker. He knew better than to ignore a
warning tone like that. “Master,” he forced out, and
stopped short of the older vampire. He knew it was well within his
sire’s reach, not that he could have fled the room without
being caught, let alone the house. It was pointless to flee; his sire
was letting him know this clearly. Besides, he had Ethan to worry
about, too. Nich bowed his head, eyes closed.
A hand clamped down
on the back on his neck, right where it met his head. It wasn’t
painful or particularly strong, but he knew that it wasn’t
meant to be anything but restraining. Regardless of that, he could
feel the strength behind it, knew it wasn’t being used for a
reason. And his sire had every right, every reason in the world to
hurt him, yet he wasn’t. Why wasn’t his sire doing
anything?
“You scared
me, Nicholae.” There were lips by his ear, soft words
whispering against his skin. He swallowed the moan that threatened to
bubble up. “Don’t ever do that again, fledgling.”
There was a sigh. “Three thousand years, my lovely. You should
not have run.”
Nich froze, his
eyes flying open. “You gave me no choice.”
The fingers
tightened, then they were gone and his sire had released him,
stepping back. Nich raised his head to see the shock on the older
vampire’s face. Yet he swiftly wiped his expression clean,
something ugly taking the shock’s place. “Was it so bad,
Nicholae, to give up a century of your new life for me?”
“Do you
really want to hear my answer?” Nich questioned, tilting his
head slightly to the left. He could feel Ethan’s gaze on him,
along with another’s. And it wasn’t his elder siblings.
The spirit! How could he forget? He shouldn’t have forgotten.
Was his sire blinding him on purpose, clouding his other senses? He
didn’t know, but judging from the dark ugliness in his master’s
eyes, there was going to be bloodshed sometime in the near future.
“A mere
century, Nicholae,” his master replied. He completely ignored
Nich’s question. “It was more mercy than my sire showed
me. You should have been grateful.”
Nich scowled,
backing up a step. “Jörmungandr,” he said, and felt
more than saw his master freeze in place. Then those dark, dark eyes
narrowed and Nich had to swallow a whimper. He would not show fear.
Not now, not ever. “You kept me prisoner for three.”
“You walk a
very fine line, my child.” Anger twisted the words, and his
sire’s face.
There was silence
in the room, now. No sound except for Ethan’s barely-there
breathing and the sound of his heartbeat, loud now in the quietness
of the room. Nich forced his fear down, risking one darting glance
towards Ethan. He had a feeling the human might not like to see what
could happen next. He set his stance and squared his shoulders,
raising his head high until he was glaring down his sire.
“You ruined
my life.” It wasn’t shouting, wasn’t a whisper,
just a calm, flat statement of absolute fact. It was the truth and
Nich knew his sire knew that. Well, the truth as far as Nich
knew—which should have been just about everything he’d
ever remembered of his three-thousand-year-long life. “You
destroyed
everything
to find me, and that was when I was still human!”
His sire went
extremely still, unmoving, his expression gone blank. Nich hated
that, hated it absolutely. He hated what he was now, hated how he’d
been made, and most of all. He hated who had made him this way. His
fury, his anger at what happened to him, came surging up in a raging
torrent.
“You
ruined my life!”
he shouted, fist clenched by his sides, eyes gone bright, glowing
red. He knew his fangs were at least twice their normal size, that
his eyes glowed and that his nails had grown out into claws. He
hoped, in a small, tiny corner of his mind, that Ethan would not hate
him after this. Lowering his voice, he continued, “How can you
claim to show me mercy when you took everything I loved away in the
first place? How can you? You stand here and you smile at me, treat
me like you love me, and yet we both know the truth.” Nich
snorted and his tone turned sour. “I’m just another
pretty, unique face for your god damned collection, aren’t I?”
He let the anger fade slightly, forced his claws back into
fingernails, his fangs back to normal. He was furious, yes, but that
was no reason for him to lash out and scare Ethan. Ethan.
He hesitated before turning to go to Ethan, dragging the human away
from his siblings. “You had to destroy an entire village just
for the one person who had seen me pass through, and had to
obliterate several more just to flush me out.” He turned
another glare on his sire. “And that was only in the one month
I ran from you after you told me what you were and what you wanted to
make me.”
His sire’s
face was stony. Nich didn’t care. He held onto Ethan tightly,
not looking at him lest he see something on the human’s face
that he didn’t like. On the edge of his awareness, he could
hear the woman—the spirit—trying to speak to him. Her
voice was calm, the tone soothing. He tried to focus on that for now,
and not on anything else, least of all his sire--at least, for no
longer than necessary.
“Be glad I
didn’t kill myself before you got to me. Be glad those I saw
did not try to harm you.” He smiled; a grim, chilling smile. “I
doubt you would have turned me if you knew what they
could do, what I could get them to do.”
“Nicholae—”
“Don’t,”
he warned, nearly choking on the word. His sire went silent. Nich
took the chance to turn and glare at Anya and Ashtad. They stood
between him and the door. Nich glared at them, his gaze promising
pain and blood and death if they didn’t listen. “I
suggest you get the fuck out of my way.” He watched in slight
surprise as they did exactly as he’d demanded. When they were
out of the way, he cast a glance back at his sire. “You may
know where I am, but don’t you dare think I’m some
helpless fledging you need to protect and care for.” He turned
his gaze away again. “I am far more than that.”
And with that, he
swept out of the room, Ethan in tow. No one tried to stop him. Not
even when he took the car they’d arrived at the mansion in. It
was a long time before Ethan said anything, and even then, it was
only when they were far from his sire’s mansion and well on
their way back to town. Nich was still pushing his fury down, still
trying to force himself to calm down. He could feel the spirit woman;
she’d followed them, all the way from the lawn outside
Jörmungandr’s mansion, and beyond, to where they were now.
She wasn’t grounded, he realised. Not at all. In fact, she
liked to follow people. Nich smiled slightly, a tiny twitch of his
lips that he wasn’t sure Ethan had seen.
“That
was....intense,” the human said, dragging Nich’s
attention off the road and over to him. Ethan was staring out the
front windshield, his expression one of slight shock. “I had no
idea you were that fucking old.”
Nich flushed and
looked away. “I try not to let it show,” he said, subdued
now. He turned his focus back to driving. Ethan shifted in the
passenger seat, and he knew now that the human was watching him. “It
unnerves people.”
“So... Three
thousand years, is it?” Ethan asked, and he could hear the
slight smile in his voice.
“Give or take
a few decades,” Nich replied, tightening his grip on the
steering wheel. Somewhere behind him, on the edge of his awareness,
he could hear the woman still. She was singing, and it was
familiar--but only vaguely. Nich would have to speak to her later.
“Maybe centuries,” he conceded with a tilt of his head,
“but yeah. I’m that old.”
“Wow.”
Nich chuckled at
Ethan’s amazed tone, but he didn’t say anything. He took
a chance to take in what kind of car he drove and nearly broke down
laughing when he realised what it was. A damn Lincoln and one of the
latest models, too. It was also red. He should have known. His sire
was predictable--sometimes too predictable. And they hadn’t
spoken in the last three thousand years at all, discounting the last
twenty minutes. Nich sighed, closed his eyes for a second before he
finally sent the fury back into its box and calmed down. The woman’s
singing slowly fading into a low humming. Nich loosened his hold on
the steering wheel and parked the car in a space on a side street.
“Nich?”
He ignored his
human for a moment, dragging his hands away from the steering wheel
to dig through his pockets for his phone. He was going to call
Ciaran, let the older vampire know the situation and hope like hell
that the ancient knew something that his sire did not.
“Shh for a
second, Ethan,” he said, pulling up his contacts list and
scrolling through it until he reached Ciaran’s number. Nich
cast Ethan a quick glance before hitting the ‘call’
button. It rang for a long, tense minute before anyone bothered to
answer the call. And it wasn’t Ciaran.
“Hello?
This is Ciaran’s phone,”
the voice on the other end of the line said, tone distinctly
masculine. Nich had never been sure if the older vampire liked men or
women, or both. Apparently, it was both. “Who
am I talking to?”
Nich scowled. At
least he’d taught this one how to answer the damn phone
properly. “Where is he?” he demanded, keeping his tone
somewhat neutral. “I need to speak to him. It’s urgent.”
There was a
rustling sound, then a slight groan and a half-coherent question,
something like ‘who
is it?’
and a noisy, exhale—this last one from whoever had answered the
phone. Nich rolled his eyes, but he didn’t comment. He just
needed to get Ciaran on the damn phone already. Call him impatient;
he didn’t care.
“Tell him
it’s Nich.”
This time, there
was a low ‘give
me the phone, Kosumi’.
More rustling sounds, a little white noise—obviously from the
phone and its reception—and then; “Nicholae.”
Somehow, hearing his full first name on Ciaran’s lips made it
sound so much nicer than when any of his so-called family said it.
The way Ciaran said it filled the name with warmth.
He smiled.
“Ciaran,” he breathed. The name left him feeling much
better; calmer, more relaxed than he’d been in his sire’s
home. He leaned back against the driver’s seat, not looking at
Ethan. The human was watching him, staying quiet, and the
spirit-woman still linger, but again, she was on the edges of his
awareness. He vaguely wondered if Ethan could hear it, then swiftly
dismissed it. Ciaran was speaking.
“You
called me for a reason.”
Nich chuckled,
closing his eyes. “That I did,” he said, his voice low
and letting far more of his fear and anger show through than it
probably should. There was an indrawn breath on the other end of the
line; Nich knew it was Ciaran. It had been too loud to be his bed
companion—if the rustling was anything to go by, of course.
“He
found you.”
It was a statement, not a question. Nich didn’t have to answer
him for the older vampire to know that it was true. “What
happen?”
Ciaran’s tone turned soft, cajoling.
Nich told him, and
he told him everything. Ciaran listened to him, tense and quiet. He
didn’t interrupt until Nich’s little tale neared its end,
and he was telling the older vampire about his leaving the mansion,
Ethan and the spirit woman in tow. A glance towards Ethan showed that
the human was curious. He probably hadn’t expected Nich to be
talking about speaking to spirits. He paused, catching Ethan’s
eyes. The human smiled.
“You
were hoping that I would know something he didn’t.”
He sighed and
turned his attention back Ciaran. “Yes, well.... That was the
idea.” He took a deep breath and let it out again. “So,
do you know anything?”
Silence; long and
drawn out. Nich began to fidget. Ethan was frowning at him and the
spirit woman had fallen silent. He knew she was still there; he could
feel her. But Ciaran’s silence had him worried. He was just
about to ask Ciaran if something was wrong when the man cleared his
throat, as if to speak. And speak he did.
“There
is something,”
he said and Nich bit his lip, waiting for him to continue. “But
I’m afraid you might not like it.”
Nich sighed again.
“I thought so.” He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge
of his nose between the fore finger and thumb of his free hand. “May
I come to see you?” he asked, opening his eyes. “I do not
want to give him an excuse to try and drag me off again.”
Ciaran chuckled.
“Certainly,
Nicholae, you may come to see me,”
was the soft reply. If Nich noticed it was fond, he didn’t say
anything. Ciaran was bound to be fond of him. Nich smiled. “You
know where to find us. I’ll let the bouncer know you’re
allowed upstairs.”
“Thank
you,” Nich said in a very soft tone. Ciaran’s laughter
trickled down the line and then he hung up. Nich lowered the phone
slowly. He felt much better now that he’d spoken to Ciaran.
Ethan shifted again and he sighed, glancing towards the human.
“We’re
going back to Entranced?”
he asked and Nich chuckled at the way Ethan’s face lit up. The
kid loved the place. He nodded and Ethan smiled brightly.
He
thought he felt the spirit woman smile, but switched his focus back
to the human beside him in the car. He frowned, raising one hand to
stroke the steering wheel. What was he going to do with the car now?
It was far too nice to just leave on the side of the road unlocked.
Nich smirked. He’d keep it. Somehow, he had a feeling his sire
wouldn’t mind. The bastard.
“I think I’ll
keep this,” he said absently, still stroking the car. Ethan
chuckled at him, reclining in the passenger seat. Nich blushed and
tried to focus on what he was going to do next. He had to get them
both to Ciaran’s club. With a sigh, he started the car and
pulled out, heading for Entranced.
It wasn’t a long drive, maybe fifteen minutes, but it was
mostly in silence. Ethan didn’t seem to mind. Nich, on the
other hand, was dying to rant about his sire. He could do that with
Ciaran.
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