Slow Dancing In A Burning Room || Miklas
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Slow Dancing In A Burning Room || Miklas
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Her expression didn’t change. She had spent the past few weeks thinking about this. How it would be easier for them both if she just moved back to Greece and out of his life. He had his brother forever now and she would find someone else some day. Or at least that’s what she told herself. There would never be another chance at a love like this for her. First she had Dante and now Mikus. Lightening never strikes in the same place three times. “Well you never really told me other wise.” She crossed her arms over her chest almost as if in a defensive way. “You don’t have to say it Mik. I get it.”
Mikus' eyes flashed black, his fangs extending from the top of his teeth. He knew he wasn't as strong as Rosie, she had about 950 years on him, but he needed to feel like he had some sort of control on her. So Mikus pushed her against the stone walls of their living room. "No! You don't fucking get it. You act like you mean nothing to me. You're not! I love you. Do I fucking have to spell it out for you? I L-O-V-E Y-O-U! Do you want it in another language? Es tevi mīlu! Happy?" Mikus was sure his lunges were coming out he was yelling so hard. "You will never be second in my fucking life." His voice dropped to an uncomfortable whisper as his lang lanky fingers brushed through her hair. "I'd kill my parents for you... I'd do anything for you." He finished off the sentence by pressing his body against her's.
Rosette was silent for a moment before saying, “I know I am. I have for a while. I just…I just thought eventually things may change.”
The youngling felt the rage brewing inside of him. "Says who? Who said you were second to Niklas? Was it me? Becuase me saying that is the only thing that matters yet I can't think of a time that I've ever said that." He hissed at her. It wasn't long until his fangs came out if Rosie kept this going. Second to Niklas, as if.
Of course I am talking about him! You turned him and now he’s yours forever but where does that leave me? I am not someones second choice!
You aren’t my prodigy anymore! You don’t need me, you have your own and…and I miss that bond. Knowing that someone needs me…
I wasn't going to outlive my own brother when the solution was stirring me right in the face!
....You think you're second?
You have your fratello now…
I think I found a new prodigy.
You're talking about Nik?
You said you were never going to get another one. Because you had me!

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I am. I decided this. You don’t need me anymore and I found a new prodigy there…
Don't need you? Are you fucking high?
....What?
I’m moving to Greece. Alone.
No, you're not.
No. Just me.
....I'm not following.
It was like being home again….I actually wanted to talk to about that…Ive been thinking about moving back there.
We're moving?
"Mikus? I’m home…"
Ro-ro! Hey, baby. How was Greece?

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I’m not. It’s Sunday. Christians don’t strip for money on Sundays.
Or else you'll piss off God?
Not happening.
So when are you working tonight?
[Eli’s eyes were fixed on Mikus’ now, his nostrils flaring with each inhale, and he cut his own palm by squeezing tight to the rock. It would be so easy. It would be over. He couldn’t— Goddess. HE COULDN’T KILL. A shout from a cop behind him brought him out of his adrenaline nursed rage, but the stone found a new target. He pushed his left palm and the rocks imbedded into Mikus drove through, strained in the slightest as the ends were thick. Eli drove the earth forged stake in his right hand through Mikus’ lower chin, through his mouth, before a bang. Bullets flew through him. He hadn’t expected it, but maybe he should have. Elias fell on the pavement, his own blood swelling, then pulsing out, but he looked up at Mikus. He looked at his artwork. It took a stake through the mouth to make him shut up.]
[Seeing the policemen, Mikus let out a painful shriek. The sight must have been horrifying. The spike through his chin could be seen when his mouth opened, blood tripping more rapidly. It hurt. Everything hurt like hell, but he played it up. Putting on a show for the scared public watching them, forcing Elias into a even worse situation. Mikus' eyes gathered with tears, adding more blood to the scene. He knew he was not going to die. A vampire could not die simply from blood loss, but Mikus could feel his contentiousness slipping away. The satisfaction however was so good. Black eyes flashing over to where Elias was hunched over, Mikus couldn't help but gloat on the inside. He was able to push Elias this far, and it was magnificent to watch. ] H-hr-help m-m-me... [Mikus pathetically stuttered out towards a policeman, playing the helpless victim he clearly wasn't.]
Bottom line is I’m not sleeping with you. Use a picture to jack off to if you’re that desperate.
Only if you'll pose for me.
[The eyes pierced through him, and he didn’t release his control of the dagger like stone, fighting the temptation to drive it completely through him. The darkness brewed inside him, because he was asking it too, to give him the potential to follow through with such an offer. Here he was again, caught in Mikus’ endless game, being driven deeper and deeper into a part of himself he never wanted to know existed. But it did. He opened his right hand and a spare stone fit in his grasp, sharp as the rest, and he pressed the end to Mikus’ beatless chest. The crowd around were either silenced or panicked and there was only so much time to hesitate, before the oppressors would step in and stop him.]
[Mikus lets out a groan, watching Elias, watching him. He feels it, the stone inches from his dead heart. His head swings from side to side, teeth gritted together, blood covered. But a smile still present on his lips.]
Come on, Elias. Give them show. Don't be scared.

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[He’d never wounded anyone—well… he’d never seen it first hand. Real blood spilt because of his magic. Because of his will. It didn’t feel good but because it was Mikus’ corpse, the vampires, it did not feel bad in the least either. Then there was that slight hesitation, sight of the blood dripping out, coating stone, the elixir that he once was stuck upon. Despite the mixed reaction, his spirit remained steadfast, on making sure Mikus would know the fury he’d have to face if Kurtis was harmed like Aya was.]
Not even close.
[Looking the warlock dead in the eyes, Mikus took a few steps forward. Inching the stone further through him.] Then do something about that.
We’ve had this conversation already. One, you’re not as cute as you think are and two there’s another one of you.
One, you're wrong. Two, he isn't as cute as me.