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New Eyes and an Old Soul

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New Eyes and an Old Soul

James whines as his fangs are withdrawn from Dorian's throat he gives a small snap of his fangs towards the elder but quickly settles as he is lifted by the elder.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

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

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

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

New Eyes and an Old Soul

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New Eyes and an Old Soul

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

New Eyes and an Old Soul

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New Eyes and an Old Soul

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

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

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

New Eyes and an Old Soul

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New Eyes and an Old Soul

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

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

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