Medilia

New Eyes and an Old Soul

James yelps as he is grabbed and tossed across the stable and way from Horace, he watches as Dorian manages to calm the horse. Biting his lip the young vampire stays put waiting for Dorian to get Horace under control. As the older man finds the bite mark James ducks his head knowing he is going to be in trouble. He knows he should not have bitten Horace but he had been unable to control himself.

He senses Dorian's eyes on him and slowly raises his head to meet the other man's eyes. When beckoned he stands up shuffling his feet and moving hesitantly towards Dorian. He looks at Dorian with his biggest eyes. "I-I didn't mean to do it," he whimpers. "I was trying not to..." he nods towards the girl. "I swear." His hand reaches out and takes hold of Dorian's jacket gripping tighty.

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James frowns when Dorian refuses to talk about before he became a vampire, but he does not press the matter. Instead he compliantly straightens his posture and lets the older vampire straighten his clothes a pout on his face as he is restricted in the aristocratic clothing. The pout vanishes as his hair is ruffled and he is pulled in against Dorian's body, making a soft keening sound he presses against his adopted Sire. Blue eyes look up at Dorian listening intently to the other's instructions, the promise of a meal makes his urge to feed stronger but Dorian's authoritative voice makes it clear he will have to wait. James nods his understanding before he is released by Dorian and shooed towards the stairs.

Alone the young man descends the staircase and goes to the stables, stepping inside he is hit by the scent of their meal, he feels his fangs trying to slide out but manages to stay in control walking over to Dorian's horse. He softly pets the beast while trying to stay in control, the human smells so good and before he knows it he slips his hangs into the horse. Dorian's mount rears and shrieks, its hooves strike James' chest and he falls to the straw ridden floor shuffling away to avoid getting trampled by the horse.

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James turns towards Dorian a pout clear on his face as he watches the older vampire crossing the bathroom to get into his own tub. "I'm trying to remember what happened on the boat, but I recall nothing after leaving London." Grabbing the soap James begins to wash his body and hair. Feeling fresher and cleaner the vampire climbs out of his tub and begins to pat himself dry.

"Do you remember before you were changed?" James inquires as he begins to re-dress himself in the fine clothes Dorian had provided. Even with the clothes he manages to look like a ruffian. The shirt is uneven and the jacket wrinkled. With his hair damp and loose around his face James goes over to Dorian and crouches by the tub.

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James compliently lets Dorian guide him down so he can sink his fangs into his throat and began to drink, his tongue gently laps at the blood. He purs softly as he drank and then licks the wound so the blood clots. Feeling satisfied the vampire rolls off of Dorian and starts to collect up his clothing. "I'm going to take my bath now." He pulls on his linen under garments before padding across the hallway and into the bathroom where the water is steaming and there is the scent of lavander. Pulling off his clothes James quickly gets into the water.

Soaking in the water James closes his eyes and relaxes. He turns his mind back to before he was a vampire, hoping that if he can remember that he can work his way to his turning and help Dorian. He recalls London, the stench, the people, he remembers working on the docks hoping to save enough money for the journey to the new world. James even remembers getting on the ship, but then nothing. Growling in frustration he hits the water with his hand.

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I think I like coming home to a reply like the past few days

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The praise makes James glow glad he can be of use to Dorian. The young vampire strips off his own clothes not taking the same care as Dorian, he does not even notice the older vampire tidying them up. Yawning widly James scratches his belly and pulls sheets up around his waist blue eyes following the older vampire around the room until he is joined in bed. Smiling James curls up against Dorian. "Bath when we wake up," he insists softly closing his eyes. "I just want to lie with you." One arm lazily comes over Dorian's chest and he slides himself so he is flush against the other vampire. It is not long before James is asleep, his breathing stops and he lays as still as the corpse he now is.

It was just before sunset when James rouses, he untangles himself from Dorian and climbes out of the bed. He is a little hungry but does not try to leave the room like the morning before. The young one climbs back on the bed and crawls over to Dorian nudging him awake. "I'm hungry," he whispers his fangs coming out.

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James is far gentler than previously as he drinks from Dorian, he does not tear or tug at the skin and as Dorian pets him, he purs softly. The blood is sweet and comforting, it ties him closer to Dorian, James thinks of Dorian as his Sire, he has no bonds to any other vampire. The young vampire releases Dorian when he is pulled away and his fangs retract. Blue eyes flick up and Dorian's smile warms and assures James of his safety as the older vampire promises he will look after James who he sees as his Childe as much as the young one sees Dorian as his Sire.

James swallows. "I-I don't know if it is a real memory or if I am just making it up. "But I remember voices, a man's and a woman's..." The blonde blinks his eyes. "One wanted to show me to their father but the other called me a toy and wanted to leave me behind. I guess she got her way." Biting his bottom lip James managed a small smile. "So where do we go next?"

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James stripped off his own cravat and coat throwing it aside carelessly letting it crumple on the chair not caring if it wrinkled, the young vampire was too focused on Dorian. The older vampire had taken his hand and gently pulled him onto the bed. The young one began to purr softly as he was held close to the older vampire. He closed his eyes to listen to Dorian filling him in on Father Julius while gently petting him. He was an affectionate young vampire and responding well to Dorian's touch, the bond between himself and Dorian was obviously doing wonders for him. So much of his savagery had melted away in the past day.

James did not even realise he had passed into a half dream state his mind invaded by Dorian's words and images came to him like dreams. The stroking of his hair continued as a new voice broke in.

"He was fun, think father will like him?"

"No, he is nothing more than a toy. Not worthy of our father. Leave him, he won't last a week on his own."

James jerked into wakefulness as Dorian tousled his hair and assured him that he doubted the young one was direct lineage of Father Julius. James rolled over so he was face to face with the older vampire, blue eyes gazed deeply into Dorian's . "I'm glad you found me then," he whispered softly before nuzzling into Dorian's neck. His mind going back to the two voices in his head as he desperately tried to recall images and faces to go with those voices. "Sire... What if I am his Childe?" It did not sound as if Father Julius was a desirable Sire to have, although James hoped he would recall such a man he remembered nothing of his turning or the days prior to it. The young vampire pressed his face firmly against the soft flesh of Dorian's neck and his fangs scraped the skin seeking solace in the older vampire's blood he sank the sharp short fangs in and began to lap gently despite already being full.

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James kept his cheek pressed against Dorian's chest as he continued to speak to the woman trying to get more information, with the name of her Sire revealed Dorian let her leave. At first Dorian did not seem to care but after a moment he released James and propped himself against the wall. "Who s Father Julius?" The young vampire asked, Dorian had so far seemed unshakable but this Julius had defenitely changed things.

The fledgling took Dorian's hand and gently pulled him upright. "Maybe we should go back to the inn?" he suggested. "And we can talk in private." After all the last thing they needed was people listening in and discovering they were vampires, James was not as stupid as he looked and already Dorian's guidance was letting him let go of hs pure instincts which had kept him alive since his rebirth.

Pressed against Dorian, James held his hand as they moved through the town which had fallen silent. The lady at the Inn made a small noise as they were passing and it took all of James' self control not to flash her some fang as they went upstairs and to their room.

"So, who is Father Julius?"

New Eyes and an Old Soul

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