He's doing it again. A whole month, no food. No blood.

The Lord of the mansion, he who holds dominion over the darkened halls of this cathedral, Lo Quill. A vampire with a long history of regret, of pain, of inescapable sadness. He's tall, as most vampires are, skin, as pale as a porcelain doll, with beauty that's often praised, as "Painted by a master of the arts..."

His partner, a Werewolf, shaggy and unkept, with a certain air of privilege about him, his Vampire treats him well. The werewolf too, is tall, short brown shaggy hair, often seen in purple clothes... purple is a royal colour, and his Vampire treats him as such. Meztli, is the puppy's name...

The man in Red, the vampire, hasn't fed. He feels his humanity slipping. But he cant. He can't sink his teeth... He lost control recently, his wolf, Meztli had accidentally cut his hand, setting the vampire off. Sending him into a frenzy.

The werewolf ended up unconscious. A lack of blood in his system.

Since then, he's refused to drink, not even from a deer passing though... And now, Meztli has had enough. He sauntered in, tail swaying behind him. He walked with purpose, determination. He kicked down the door of his vampire, blood bag in hand, it was sheep blood, since it was all he could find in such a short amount of time. "You, drink, now."

The Vampire scoffed, rolling his eyes, hunched over parchment...

"Please, puppy. I'm busy. And watch the door, if you could."

The vampire responded, quill in hand...

"I have enough to worry about, a dragon territory nearby, a mansion appearing out of thin air, and that parasite of mine has found a new plaything... the last thing I need-"

"I don't think you heard me."

The werewolf growled.

"You. Drink. Now. Don't make me ask again, my moon..."

He slammed his free hand on the desk, leaning in. Attempting to show the Vampire who's the boss. When the Vampire showed no reaction, the werewolf huffed. He opened the bag with his teeth, sucked the thick, cold liquid into his mouth before grabbing the vampire by the jaw, kissing him, forcefully feeding him that metallic goodness that the Vampire craved...

The vampire felt helpless in his puppy's grasp and just let it happen, swallowing greedily, his free hand coming up to grasp the werewolf's hair. Eventually, they pulled away, blood dripping from their lips.

"mhn, tasty."

The werewolf smirked. Swallowing the taste of his vampire.

"You brat..." the vampire growled, running fingers through the werewolf's hair... he then gently took the bag and drank the remainder, a few droplets falling onto the now bloody parchment.

He tossed the bag and stood. Staring down at his puppy...

"Awee, don't look at me like that, Moonshine... you weren't gonna drink so I had to think about how to get you to drink."

"hmph, you thought and didn't hurt yourself, I'm impressed."

The vampire smirked, leaning in and giving his beloved puppy a peck on the cheek, causing his tail to wag.

The vampire moved fast, lifting the werewolf into a bridal carry. "WOAH! What the hell, Lo?!"

"Hah, don't act like that... you helped me feed, and now... you'll help me relieve my troubles, like a very good boy."

Damnit, Meztli loved him too much.

But to mortals, remember;

Beware the man in red.

Looking up at the moon, shining ever so brightly, he feels the corner of his lips lifted into a grin. Bringing his hand up, he wipes off the deep red staining his lips and face, however, still leaving a considerable amount behind. Not that he cares, he never did. But he did want to make himself look at least presentable before returning, to the embrace of warmth and comfort. To his home. His Lo.

Meztli reaches the front of the mansion, the tension long gone from his body after his hunt. Placing his hand on the shiny gold knob, he halts in his movements, eyes narrowing in a pensive way at the knob as the moonlight reflection bounced off of it. Meztli feels a growl bubbling up in his throat instinctively, his tips of his ears twitching slightly.

The tension came crawling back into his system, along with a sense of dread that ate him up slowly from within.

It felt as if this wasn't the same house he knew- No. No, it definitely is still the same house..- But, why was it that he could feel an impending and intense energy coming off the now foreign object in his trembling hold?

Voices. Meztli picked up on a distinctive muffled noise.

...

On..multiple voices? Meztli furrowed his eyebrows with confusion before his pupils contracted into tiny slits at the thought of a potential threat in there with Lo.

His eyes flickered with anger suddenly and all fear dissipated from him, now with a new found confidence, his grip loosen from the doorknob. Taking a couple of steps and backing away from the door, Meztli raised his leg, now opting to crash down the door. He feels a smirk tugging on his lips, bearing his white canines that are slightly stained red.

"Oh? Why don't we ask him right now then?"

At that moment, the door flung open with so much force that the hinges creaked violently. It wouldn't be a surprise if the door is now broken. The force on the action sent a gust of wind in Meztli's direction, causing him to plant his feet down instantly while raising both his arms to shield his face.

Meztli's ears were ringing, he muttered a string of curses under his breath at the sudden outburst, finally looking up after he came down from the adrenaline.

Meztli's smirk from before fell from his face, his jaw went slack as his eyes laid upon two figures.

Lo and...Lo..?

No that's not right..

He was taken aback by an unexpected sight. Standing before him was his beloved, but something was amiss. Meztli's eyes widened in disbelief as he realized that standing beside Lo was an exact replica with a sinister aura.

Confusion and tension filled the air as both males turned to look at Meztli. Meztli felt his breath hitched when he locked eyes with the shorter haired twin.

The atmosphere grew tense, almost suffocating.

"Leave him out of this. This is between us." Lo spat, glaring at the other, although having a slight tremble in his voice.

A guttural and loud laugh came from the "twin". He wipes away at fake tears in an attempt an a comedic gesture to taunt Lo. "Oh? And why should I?" He steps towards Lo, a smirk painted on his lips and his half-lided eyes soaked in his terrified expression that he kept well hidden.

"What?" He snickered. "Afraid that our darling will choose me--"

Lo scoffed, cutting him off,

"He's not "our's".. He's not "yours"! And hell, Meztli will never be yours, Master."

Master stared at him, anger swirled in his eyes at being cut off. "You have alot of nerve for someone so..weak." He smirked at him with a curt laugh, causing Lo to ball up his fists.

Their voices clashed with each other, causing Meztli to take a stumbling step back with a clenched jaw, still unable to comprehend the sight displayed infront of him.

As they continued to argue, their voices echoing through the room. Meztli found himself caught in the middle of this unexpected rivalry, torn between the two versions of his beloved.

As the argument escalated, Meztli's emotions swirled within him. He yearned for the love and companionship he once shared with Lo, but now it seemed clouded by this unsettling presence.

Would it be considered bad if he hated the other version of Lo? He despised Master, how he's currently bringing Lo down with his words and how he acted completely different from his love.

Meztli swallowed the lump in his throat, his ears went down, letting the voices drown out as he stared at Master.

..no that wasn't mainly the reason why he hated him so much. Meztli realized with a sour taste on his tongue that the main reason he had this hatred for Master was because he reminded him of himself.

Deep down, he knew that only one of them could truly be his soulmate, and that was Lo.

In the midst of the chaos, Meztli's love for Lo remained unwavering. After all, he was saved by the vampire. He still recalls how foreign it was to have his gentle touch as he took him in. How Lo treated him so delicately and how he looked at him with so much adoration in his eyes.

Master dashed towards Lo at lighting speed, getting ready to attack him.

Before he could even react, Meztli found himself sprinting towards the two, feeling a desperate pull to save and protect Lo from danger.

Meztli held out his hands, widening his stance so that he was shielding Lo behind him fully while he glared at Master. His pupils shrinking into thin slits as he bared his canines at the other Vampire.

Master raised one eyebrow, amused at the display infront of him. The shine of Meztli's sharp claws tainted slightly with blood caught, combined with his flared nose and razor sharp canines that can tear apart flesh, made Meztli look like a violent animal.

A violent and unstable animal that could grow soft at just the mere thought and touch of a vampire.

Master pursed his lips together into a thin line.

"How foolish." Master crossed his arms with a sigh at the scene. He took a step back. Narrowing his eyes at Lo and then at Meztli.

"Do not be too relieved. I'll be back for you, little wolf." With that, Master disappeared just as a thunder struck loudly, into the night sky.

Lo breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank god he's finally gone.." He looked up, realising Meztli is still in a tense action, his soft growling was still audible along with his troubled expression evident on his face. "Mez..it's alright." Lo placed his hand on his shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze.

This broke Meztli out of his trance, whipping his entire body back to look over Lo. "It's okay, my love. We're okay." Lo whispered, making Meztli look up at him.

Lo smiled and it was as if the angels were blessed when time seemed to slow and the moonlight hit his face at the perfect angle.

Meztli felt his throat burned as if a thousand needles has been plunged into it. His vision blurred and the muddled figure of Lo made the tears well up even more. He threw himself forwards into Lo's arms, knowing, without a doubt, that Lo had already opened his arms out to embrace him.

Meztli refrained from crying out loud, only letting soft sobs escape past his lips despite trying so hard to keep them in.

"It's alright, my love..I'm here."