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Jean frowned sighing softly as he stood up straight “I guess I must accept that. Alright, I have no say in that manner but I do not want them always asking to do something for me. I might go insane in just that.” He muttered softly. As he started back to his chambers he looked back to Benard and made a face.
“Must I? Feels like I’m being strangled by itchy clothes. Weren’t the rich supposed to have fine clothes that felt like clouds and not like hay.” Walking back to his new chambers he waved his hand like he didn’t care. Entering the room he changed into the uncomfortable slacks and white button up shirt. Other than those articles of clothing he refused to put anything else on, the shoes were already getting under the young man’s skin.

Laying down in his coffin Jean sighed softly and start tossing and turning in the small box. He hated being in such a tight space but found there would be no solution for him. He’d just have to wait for the night to come before leaving that awful coffin.


When the night did come Jean was the first to be out of him room and walking about the mansion to stretch his legs and get use to his new shoes. Most of the servants still addressed Jean as young master Valjean. He still wasn't pleased about that. Through Jasmine was the only one who did respect his wishes and only called him "Jean" even feeling as safe as calling him by his old nickname he was given as a child: Toy Soldier; when he was younger Jean use to carry a wooden toy gun his father had made him and would march like a soldier whenever he and Jasmine was able to play with eachother.

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"Do not worry, they will only do what they are asked off." He just smiled and shrugged as Jean made a face, "Perhaps my own clothes are a little too tight for you, we can make some custom fitted garments later on if you allow the servants to take your measurements." He said before finally retiring to his chamber. The day had gone on longer than he thought it ever would with his new pet waking up and all, at least it was easy to convince him to stay and perhaps it wouldnt be too hard o mentor him and teach him a few new tricks. Ah, where to start with all of what he could possibly teach the young man. His mind was still pondering the question even when he had fallen asleep.

He woke up the moment the moon was out, a beautiful crescent, just his type of night. Most prefered the day when the moon was nowhere to be found at night, the humans liked it when it was a bright and full moon even of they called it a time of the devil. He may have been a vampyre, but that old himan sentiment remained with him and the crescent moon was a good compromise for him. He walked to his balcony, staring at the setting sun, wincing just a little as the dying rays burned him before being soothed over by the darkness of night. Enough star gazing, it was time to wake Jean.

He found the young man was already awake when he walked into greet the ever working servants who never seemed to rest at times. "I trust it wasnt such a fun time sleeping in a crate? You'll get used to it." He said softly, ordering his servants to take down the curtains for the night. "I hope at least you have worked up an appetite for tonight."

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It did take time to find a comfortable position to fall asleep; but once he found it Jean was out like a candle. Jean stood asleep for a long while until the sun had started to set, from the nights of no nightmares nor dreams creeping into his hunger struck mind Jean had acquired a nightmare with his first days of full rest and not waking up every moment when he thought he had heard a twig break or someone coming close to his cave. The nightmare itself was caused by his sir, Javert sending out thoughts and telling Jean to return to the mansion. Through they seem to be weak and that did bring some comfort to the young kin.

Being up before the sun set Jean found himself being surrounded by servants who without a word started to measure the young man asking if he would like anything. It took about twenty minutes to convince everyone that he didn’t need anything. Many of the servants left expect two older maids who started to clean the room and took Jean’s old rags to be burned. Being left with Jasmine, who was making fixing up the coffin’s cushions, who hurried her work and left just as Benard entered.

“Good evening. You’re right … I actually missed my cave, at least there I’m free to roll around.” He said as he kept distances still between them. “I hope you are right … I couldn’t sleep till noon. And I am … I would love to eat something.” Jean said softly as he held his stomach for a moment. Grabbing the mirror Jean looked at himself for a moment. He seemed like he had an appetite again. He would be getting hungry much more quickly than the older vampire, he was still a child in this new world and would need all the meals that he could get until his body relaxed into its new state, learn to control the blood flow, and Jean would learn how to control his new found appetite for blood.

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"Well, you're meal will not be coming out of the servant's silver platters this night." He said grinning, before he looked away when he noticed Jean using the mirror. It was angled in such a way that he caught his own ghost like reflection over the man's shoulder and that was something he did not want to see again. He was sure that eventually Jean would have no use for a mirror either, that was the one thing that people could use to spot his kind. He was only lucky that not many of the farmers and pheasants carried around mirrors and checking every single soul, or soul-less, being they came across. His servants were used to strange traits though at times he could hear their heart rate increase whenever he decided to use one of his ghoulish transformations or whenever he did bring home a live meal, he tended to avoid that though and his servants took comfort in the fact that even if blood had been spilled before, no lives had been taken under his roof nor by his hand. Not in quite a few years, not after he had permanently ended his mentor's own life. That would be one thing that the boy would have to learn.

* "Tonight, we venture into one lucky's soul's house. You can even pick one, best I teach you the art of stealth before they wake and stick a pitchfork inside of you. Or worse," He pretended to shudder in fear, "A burning torch and a high pyre." Off course, he only acted this casually without the obedient, but still judging eyes of his servants. He had to keep up an image just to gain some respect even in his own home. At least now, he didnt need to infront of Jean, the young man had to respect him of he wanted to learn anything. In a way it was like what Claude had done to him, but Benard had made it clear that there was always the choice of leaving the mansion and going back out into the wilderness.

* "If you're ready, we may venture out now and begin the night." He opened the door and tapped his foot impatiently. A dark mist surrounded him and suddenly there was nothing but a black wispy smoke that sped its way to Jean. Benard materialised behind him, "Come on, let us start the night young. There is much to learn, for example your table manners." Call him a little vain, showing off was always something he could not often do to servants who were meant not to fear or show shock at his abilities and would certainly not admire them or guests who could do exactly the same.*Having a new pet was certainly already proving to be fun.
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Jean found himself staring into the reflection’s eyes and worried himself for a moment. This was the first time he was studying himself since he was turned and his eyes seemed to be like those of the wolves he use to fight with to keep his dinner. He didn’t even notice Benard’s faded reflection in the corner of the mirror. Putting it back down the young man rubbed his neck and nod. No comment about being allowed to pick his first meal. Truthfully Jean was thinking about going back to the woods, he didn’t want to have to see the life of his meal go out through their eyes.

With a startled jump and a soft, yet high-pitched, yelp Jean quickly looked over to Benard and frowned with his eyebrows furrowed “Don’t do that! I swear you scare the living … ugh you just startled me… how do you even do that? Weren’t you standing right in front of you a few minutes ago?” the boy asked taking a step away from Benard. He wasn’t comfortable at all around the man and didn’t like when they were far too close for any comfort.

“I swear by heaven’s light you just love to make me paler than I already am.” He muttered to himself and made sure that Benard did not hear him. Rubbing his neck the young man took in a deep breath even through it was not needed “Anyway…. I do not want to choose who I will be … feeding from… I don’t want to see their face anyway.”

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He chuckled at the man's reaction, he was enjoying this already. Stepping back infront of the man and startong to walk out, he decided not to leave the young man in the dark that he couldnt use his night vision to see in, "It is just one of the many skills you will come to learn, maybe you will master it tonight or in 10 years. We will see," He paused hearing the man unable to pick his meal tonight and turned around to smile at him, "Do not worry, there will be no deaths tonight as long as I stop you and I will. We may have to visit a few more homes, but you will be sated and several people wake up a little dixzy with no memory of last night's happenings. Ad long as you don't rip them apart, I will teach you how to drink."

He continued walking, but his mind flashed back to when he was younger, he had the same doubts as Jean did about feeding from humans and Claude had assured him that humans were nothing more than sustainence for those who had the ability to feast and manipulate. He still remembere being forced with his fangs out to bite into that poor farmer's neck. How Claude didnt stop him wheen he had already crossed the line of taking too much, only encouraged him to drink more until it was a bloodless corpse. He had wanted to save the man, maybe give him some of his own blood so he could live after Benard had killed him, but off course he was stopped and the man probably wa better off dead than living a life of the undead.

"If you wish to try the mist then stop thinking about the ground. It is second nature to you, you can fly dont pretend." He said softy, his own form starting to fade into the hazy mist. He blended in perfectly eith the dark night, nothing but a ghosty presnece and a cold spine tingling chill that he was now.

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“Really? Huh … I could have used those skills when I was child. Especially when I was ten.” Jean said out loud not caring if Benard knew just useless facts about him. Stopping he looked up to Benard, his amber eyes glowing softly and with a look of relief on his face “You promise? I can’t hurt these people. I knew almost everyone from my village to the next three villages that were close to us … even those people helped me when—never mind. Anyway, as long as they do not have any memories of tonight I will be grateful for you…”

Listening and watching his mentor Jean swallowed hard and closed his eyes as he tried not to think about the ground. It only made him think about it more about the ground. Shaking his head the boy tried instead thought about fog, smoke, mist, steam, anything that was not solid and was able to slip through anything. Soon he felt a chill run over his body; he thought that would have been impossible. Soon his body was nothing but mist as well, through a different shade of black, almost mixture of a dark grey. He looked more as fog than anything.

The next time he opened his eyes Jean looked around and his eyes widen, he was now on the roof. He did not do well with heights “What on--! Oh no… no,no,no,no. Crap.” Biting his bottom lip Jean tried keeping completely still. It seemed through since he was thinking about nothing other than being mist that his body had made itself rise instead of follow Benard. I can’t believe I’m begging for such thing—but Benard please come get me down!

When the little event was … solved, Jean was focus and listened to all he was told carefully. He wasn’t shy when it came to asking for repeats or asking if something else happened and what he should do if he did a mistake. After going over everything Jean thought that now maybe he could go into a house and actually feed. Closing his eyes again Jean first thought about ending up at the foot of the bed before turning into mist, it took some time but soon it happened and he was at the foot of the bed.
Now he stared at the man sleeping comfortable, snoring softly and not expecting a thing. He took a moment to feel comfortable before thinking about floating. With a few inches off the ground he floated beside the man and looked around until he caught the outline figure of Benard. Licking his lips Jean could feel the fangs out and ready to dig into the skin. Closing his eyes once more Jean sank the fangs into the sleeping man’s neck. Sucking softly Jean felt the warm blood smoothly going down his throat. It tasted wonderfully and Jean didn’t know if that was a good thing. The man in question was still asleep but he did react to the feeding, oddly enough he seemed to enjoy it…

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He didn't turn around, but he was listening to Jean all the same. It was interesting to hear about the simple things, someone else's life story before dying since he had nearly forgotten everything about his life as a human. The memories got hazier and hazier every time he tried to think back about it and the days seem to blend together and time got slower or perhaps he was just the one that was slow. Hearing all the little things that Jean spoke of, it was refreshig even if it sounded mundane and boring to others. "No one will get hurt, I would make sure of that. I don't need you to be grateful for anything. These people here are under my protection, in a way under yours now. This land is as much mine as it is yours, best not to break what we have."

He knew of vampires who treated the people on their land as nothing more than easy meals for the taking, others like hin considered it a right to protect these people since similarly they provided an easy meal. He shook away his thoughts of the past, turning to observe Jean. For some people, it was extremely frightening to change into mist, sometimes even painful if they were the few unlucky ones. For Benard and it seemed Jean now, it was as natural and as easy as breathing. He grimaced thinking about when he would have to teach the boy how to transform one's features into animal like creatures. Now that would be incredibly painful for the first time and sore afterwards, even Benard was not completely used to it. He followed the mist that was now Jean, chuckling softly into the wind when the boy materialized on the roof of his home. Eventually heights would be trivial things unless they fell fron at least a hundred feet or so.

"Think of the mist, then sink, but not too far, we wouldnt want you to end up in the center of the earth." He had to let Hean learn how himself, but even then he stuck close helping guide the man whenever he dropped too fast or too much that might be considered frightening for beginners. Going up was easier than falling down, he made sure Jean knew how before telling him to think of a house and automatically it would happen though the further it was the slight bit more draining it would be. He was glad to teach and didnt mind repeating or explaining in detailwhat exactly the process was though if asked why it happened, he could only smile deciding not to shrug and further confuse Jean. Vampires could just do some things that humans could not. No one, not even the oldet vampire would ever know why and the chances of that being discovered any time soon was zero to infinity.

He followed the smoke trail, gesturing with a whispery voice and a misted fading hand for Jean to feed . He had already explained the basics of feeding, but somethings needed to be done to be understood. He made sure Jean knew which vein to pierce for the most blood without it spraying out everywhere. Wouldnt want to leve a mess in the poor man's house, wouldnt want to leave a corpse either, someone had to take care of the small plants growing out in the field. He stood behind the man as he fed, reaching over and guiding his arms. One might call it a close to intimate action, but Benard only guided his hands. "Surport his head like this or the wound will be too wide and he may wake up. Take your time to feed and one hand over his jaw. It is unlikely he will wake up and scream, but better safe than sorry...that is enough.."

Gently, he pulled the man back, slowly letting his fangs away without tearing the skin. Then he himself pressed his fangs against the man's neck and sealed the wound, one might actually call it an indirect kiss.The man would have nothing more than a slight dizziness in the morning and hazy memories of good dreams. He gestured to Jean, it was time to choose another meal for tonight. The younger ones always needed more blood.

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Gulping Jean trembled as he looked down to the ground “N-not funny! W-we’re really high up… I can’t stand heights! I’ve been fearful of them since I was old enough to scream.” He said as he closed his eyes and tried thinking about it again. It took a few more minutes to get the hang of it but soon Jean got it and was able to get to the right spot as he wanted to. Through he did end up in a tree once or twice. Okay he ended up in a tree at least four times.

Jean kept the head steady and made sure not to jerk away when he felt Benard’s touch, it was actually comforting. Drinking the blood he kept nodding slightly just to show that he was listening carefully. The human softly gasped but it wasn’t one for pain. As he was told to stop Jean pulled back slowly and licked his lips clean. Standing he stood silent and watched, the first thought popping into his head was why Benard was kissed the man’s neck. He felt a peg of jealousy but soon came over that as they went to the next house. Again the same thing happens and Jean always took it slow, he didn’t want to wake anyone up or make a mistake. He took his time and often stopped between drinking to make sure the person he was feeding from still held a pulse.

By the last house Jean did feel completely full and was quite pleased that no one was dead because of him. Drinking from the last person Jean took what he needed and actually was able to stop on his own without being told this time. He had felt the weak pulse on his lips and figured that was a way to tell when he needed to stop. Brushing the young woman’s hair away from her face he sighed softly.
“So far no one is dead … that is good.” He whispered. Wasting no time he exited the house and waited for his mentor. His mind was clear and when he looked around he knew which village he was in. This was the village that he last visited before being attacked.

Everything was coming back slowly and without a thought Jean rubbed his neck and felt his skin being torn off, the fangs digging into his flesh, and the blood draining from him. Of course these were just memories and everything was in his head … yet it felt like it was happening again.

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It was always amusing to watch the man get caught up in a tree, even if it was the same tree almost every time. He wondered just how the other things the man had to learn woukd go, almost picturing the tree again for some strange reason. After the first few feedings, he let Jean go on his own, having already taught him how to draw blood and seal up wounds. Even if he wanted to stay by the man's side and just teach him, he had his own thirst to attend to, though not as heavily as Jean's was. He trusted the man to be on his own, independence was something only one could develop on their own in time and he did not want to harbor nor grow any weak dependence in the man, not everything could be done by hiring a few servants and watching your wealtj grow on its own. That could be fun for a very short amount of time, but it wasnt the best way to spend one's lifetime especially a lifetime that could stretch on literally forever.

As he drank from the slumbering young woman all tangled up in her bedsheets, he contemplated what it would be now with Jean around. The night had been more exciting and fun filled watching the man attempt to master the act of becoming mist, he might have to cut down the tree he kept on getting stuck in though maybe not since it was all too entertaining. He broke out of his thoughts when he heard the girl's laboured breathing and realized just how weak her pulse was. He was almost sated completely, he considered pushing the limit further and drinking just a little more, but he had already gone too far. He released the girl and sealed her wound, he should stop distracting himself with nostalgic thoughts of his youth and about Jean. It was never safe to be oblivious to the night.

It took a while for him to find Jean, he slmost had to traverse the whole country side. His mentor had always easily found him, but that was because more than once he ha taken Claude's blood, he also wasnt Jean's true sire and he wasnt going to force the man into any sort of blood oath. Finally, he found the man right outside one of the houses and materialized behind him. There was no rule saying he couldnt continously scare the unliving whatever out of the man. Just wait until the transfromation lessons, he chuckled and tapped the man on the shoulder. "Full?" He asked softly.