ultraviolence

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This boy.. this STRANGE human, was really irritable to the vampire more often than not. Especially now as he continuesto pester Roman, yet it’s not even that. Riley’s mere presence alone is what gets to him, a boy that wasn’t afraid but morbidlycurious. The cold-blooded being grasps onto the handkerchiefand bring it up to his nose in attempts to soak up the blood.

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Roman turns to him at the very sound of his voice, a look of utter irritability spread across chiseled features before he moves quickly to stand in front of him in a mere second.

Griffin had learned to survive on his own, and he had done a damn good job of it. From every aspect of keeping out of the sun to sating his almost unquenchable thirst, he had done it. He had survived. Now his sire turned up in the middle of the night, interrupting his feeding, and decided to ask to walk back into his life when all he’d ever given him in the past was death.

                        “You could have fooled me.”

Dark eyes lowered to the hand outstretched to him. An offer. Griffin considered it in silence, weighing his options. This could provide new opportunities for him, a way to better his own life. If only he could manage to crush his own ego enough to accept. A full minute passed without so much of a twitch, and then his hand engulfed the one held out to him.

                                “I could not refuse you,”                             His eyes lifted to match Roman’s.                                                                “Sire.”

Roman is silent as he awaits his progeny’s decision, desperately praying to whatever false god was out there that he’d choose to be with him once again. Their time was short, mere days together but he was going to fix that. His hand is grasped, and the elder vampire lets out a short hum of satisfaction. There’s a glimmer of hope that’s reflected in his luminescent emerald irises; a tiny flame that’s been ignited within the dark crevices of what used to be Roman’s heart and soul. It’s apparent he would have been utterly lost without Griffin by his side. A gentle squeeze is all that he gives, turning his attention to the body that laid not several feet away from the pair. Tilting his head a few degrees to the side,

Sam inhales sharply. It was obvious that the other was supernatural. His eyes follows how he man’s lips moved, pale under the dim lighting of the room.

“Does me telling you what my companion is will guarantee in me being released?” he asks back, gently pulling his wrist back warily. The babadook began to growl softly, making the shadowy corners grow darker and larger.

A chuckle simply slips between parted mouth in response to the mortal’s question, lifting shoulders into a small shrug as he got up from his spot on the bed. Fingers curl around an antique knob,  twisting then pulling the door open to a dimly lit hallway.

             ❝Who says you were being held prisoner in                the first place? There are neither chains,                cuffs, nor ropes holding you down. Given                your presumption, you must think ill of me.❞ 

Riley let out a short gasp at the sudden contact– the second time the pair had made it. It was still frigid and that was the only thought that went through his mind before he realized his back was against something equally as cold. Confusion swept through him– he hadn’t meant to offend. Riley, Riley was as naive as ever, but he felt no fear.  Instead he gazed back at the pale (  - seemingly ) youth, slight wonder in his amber hues. 

             —–Fangs.              D e m o n.

Riley’s fingers curled into the creatures shirt, pushing slightly, with half a mind to pull. ❝ Are you… real? ❞  Of the voices in his head, could this one have come to l i f e ?  ❝ Surely, you’ll at least, take the time to help me understand…? ❞

The idea of just draining him is tempting, he hasn’t fed for a little while; it wouldn’t hurt. That is until eyes flicker down to the digits tangled in the fabric of his shirt.                            No screaming.                            No begging.                            No fighting back..                                                          Just a state of awe.

                   What was with this one?                                    He truly had no idea, did he? 

           ❝I am VERY real.❞

Luminous emerald irises then stare attentively, trying to figure out if this boy was scared in the slightest. Roman didn’t have the dark gift to read minds, so a lot of time it was assumptions based on what he witnessed of the mortals. He loosens his grip but not quite letting go of the strange mortal he’s come across. No, letting him go could cause him to run, run away as fast as he could. He had his doubts though, this particular boy was far too.. different. Retracting his fangs, thumb brushes gingerly amongst the young one’s vein, lowering his gaze to admire it.