HUMBLE SERVANT

Louis sighed softly, glancing over at Theodore as he turned off of the highway. “You have nothing to fear but fear itself. It’s very much like leaping from the top of a building several stories high. It may be completely dangerous for a human to do, but we are fine doing it, and even if we get hurt, we’ll heal. You will drive home, Theodore,” he said firmly. 

Louis made great points, ones that Theodore could no longer fight against and with a loud sigh of defeat, he settled. “Yes, right. I’ll drive home.” He’d make the best attempt he could now to not seem as if the idea was still terrifying to him; forcing himself to focus more on the shopping trip.

For a moment, in the back of his mind there’s a tickle, like a thought that he can’t quite catch hold of, but there are better things to be going on with and Mason ignores it, he pushes forward, crowding against the kid where he’s propped up on his elbows, leaning down to nip at the white column of his throat, leaning his weight on his fists either side of the kid’s hips.

“I wouldn’t worry so much about me, but about you if you cross her path,” Evan said. He snarled.

“Wait … what do you mean you haven’t seen her?” Evan let go of the man with one hand and held him fast with the other. He pulled out his serrated Bowie knife and held the tip to the guy’s chest, ready to pierce it through the breastplate.

Still on his knee, Miller lifted his face up to peer at Theodore, forced to look up at him instead of down.  The suggestion to reverse their roles confused him enough that his nose wrinkled up beneath the bridge of his glasses.  “You sure?  Er, I guess you do have the advantage of superior strength and, um, bounciness.”  The last word came out breathy when he received more kisses, this time on his hands.

Fuck.  Whatever he was doing right, he sent up a quick prayer to whoever happened to be listening on the Prayer Network (he wasn’t particular) that his luck would hold throughout the night.

“Right.  I’ll just…”  When Theodore lowered down he gestured at the immortal’s braced hands, then floated his up to mime the vague action of scaling the fence.  Normally, when he did that on his own, it was a show of such awkward grace that Miller might have given a psychic seizure to any witnesses.

He planted a red Converse atop those waiting fingers and gripped the top of the fence.  How could this possibly go wrong?  With a nod of agreement to Theodore he hopped upwards with the assistance of those sturdy hands, swinging a long leg over the top.  The Talamascan hovered on it for about three seconds before his weight pitched towards the garden.

Then gravity got its hooks in him and the man went toppling over with the last visible sign of him a red shoe arcing through the air before he landed with an ‘oof’ on the other side.

Sure to not keep him waiting, Theodore gripped the fence and vaulted himself over effortlessly, landing with a graceful and soft thud on the tips of his feet. “You’re okay, right? I didn’t give too big of a push?” He quickly began to inspect Miller, allowing memory to check over him to seek out any scratches or scuffs.

Once he was certain that the other was safe, he sought out that familiar hand again; seeking the inviting warmth of it and began to slowly walk along with him. Blue eyes, scanning the area with curiosity; the growing sense of wonder growing upon his face.

All were monsters. Mortals and immortals alike and the Brothers, too. The thousands of pairs of ever judging eyes, the claws that could tear you with their bitter hate for you or one you knew, the twisted hairs and spikes that may protect you in the beginning but in the end seek out to impale you and cause the dark hurt in your skin or ghost of a heart. He came close to giving up and losing the will to feed but then he was spurred with the notion of giving those monsters what for and having purpose beyond his occupation of a mindless and easily swayed lackey. He was still hardly an inch away from that. 

There was no reason for surprise or shock to come to him; the vampire before him had done just as Theodore had requested of him. He knew very well that his temper and tongue were getting the best of him. How could he compete with others of his kind -- especially those that were so close to the master, Dracula, himself? Theodore had be astray too long, left to his own devices to fend and learn for himself. 

“Come on.  Up you go.  We’re in the clear for the night – these houses are empty while their owners are off on holiday.  So we shouldn’t be bothered so long as we keep the noise down.”  He informed the vampire with a roguish grin, clearly excited about the prospect of breaking rules.

As Miller led him onward, his eyes scanned the area for any wayward mortals that may catch them on their quest; thankfully, the streets were pretty much near empty down this way, thankfully. Watching him get down on his knee to give him a boost was adorable, knowing well that he was more than capable of hoisting himself up to get in himself; he was worried about Miller getting over. He couldn’t help it though, it was a lovely gesture, one that caused his stomach to blossom with butterflies.

“I do have faith in you, though I’m not entirely certain that allowing you to drive is a matter of faith. After all, what can truly happen? The car is heavily insured. If you wreck it, I will have a new one. We ourselves are immortal. If you crash the car, we would be fine. You could hit another vehicle, but your instincts will come into play and even that would most likely be avoided,” he said with a shrug of his own shoulders. 

“There he goes.

                     One of God’s own prototypes.

           A high-powered mutant of some kind never even

                              considered for mass production.

                   Too weird to live, and too rare to die.”   

                                                      -Hunter S. Thompson

Mun and Muse are 21+

Potential NSFW/Triggers

Talamascan OC for The Vampire Chronicles/cross-over and OC friendly

Part of the Talamasca Tribulations Event on Tumblr