Blood Sworn

He had been stalking his prey for three days now, following his foot prints through the dirty snow. The small man had turned down an alleyway and he took his chance, swooping in and pinning him to the ground. He was starving, and the man’s raising heart beat just fed his craving. They always tasted better when they were scared. But as Carmine looked into his eyes he found no fear. His moss green eyes turned to a fiery red as he turned his prey’s head slightly to the side. As he pulled the offending cloth away from the delicate skin of his neck he smelled it before licking the spot above the vain. “You smell good,” he said in a deep, seductive voice. “Let’s see if you taste as good.” He bit into the vain and immediately sat up, spitting out the blood. “What the Fuck! YURI?!”

The smaller man looked up emotionlessly as he pushed the vampire off of him. Of course he was scared, he had heard of vampires before and he knew a great deal about them, being that he was a host body for one. Kiral stood slowly, adjusting his white vest, which was pinstriped with a pale blue. His piercing blue eyes turned ever so plainly towards the other figure form over pale pink lips, which gave no expression whatsoever. Even so, those lips were quickly hidden behind the scarf that Carmine had taken down.
“My name is not Yuri,” Kiral stated in an almost monotone sounding voice. “My name is Kiral Ilya.”
However, upon stating this, there was a flash of red in those blue eyes and Kiral’s body appeared to go limp, but only for a moment. As the body began to fall backwards, it took a quick jolt and came upright again, the scarf again falling to reveal the scar that it had been hiding across the jaw line.
“Master!” the figure shouted before hugging Carmine tightly. “I’ve found you! After all this time! I found you Master Carmine!”

Carmine stood as the body started to fall backwards. He straitened his clothes and brushed the soot off of them, not looking up. “Sorry my miss…”That was when a cannon ball hit him in the stomach. Upon hearing the higher pitched voice he knew his afterlife was going to hell. Twitching he tried to push the offending creature off him and stand back holding Yuri at arms length. He grinned a fake smile and showed one still bloody fang. “So this is where you’ve been hiding,” he said out loud, though in his mind it was an Oh Fuck. How the hell did this happen? I thought I killed him.

The smaller vampire was too infatuated with Carmine to stay away. Just as he was forced away, Yuri came right back, clinging to his masters arm as if his life depended on it. “I’ve been going around from body to body,” he stated cheerfully, his long fangs prominent in his teethy grin. “I just happened to find this one a few months ago. Isn’t it wonderful Master Carmine?! Now we can be together again!”
Yuri was so cheerful and made no comment towards his own death, but merely clung to Carmine like a happy new wife. He had certainly missed his master. “Master,” he said, “where have you been staying? I should like to be yours again. It’s been so long.”

Carmine was mentally screaming as he tried to pry Yuri off him once more. “Yuri, why don’t you stay at this guys place? I don’t really have one yet and I’m kinda just popping around right now.” He realized what he had said after he had said it. Great, now he wished he had used that second bullet on himself. Giving up on the squirrel attached to his arm he just slumped back to the ground. This was going to be a long night. He was hungry to the point of being tired and the leach was sapping what little was left. “Yuri…honey… do you know of any good feeding spots around here?”

At his master’s request Yuri looked upwards, pondering his answer. There weren’t many good places in the area, but he knew of one that he would certainly give over to Carmine. So with a longing look to his master Yuri cocked his neck to the side where blood had already been trickling down onto the white and blue vest and shirt, causing a drastic stain to form. “I am always here for you Master Carmine,” he said, trying his best to sound seductive… or as seductive as a hyper active child could ever be. “If you a weary you can always drink of me.”
With that in mind, Yuri’s mind wandered elsewhere. “This Kiral person lives alone master Carmine,” he stated. “You should come and stay with me.” And a broad smile crossed his face. “Just like old times!”

Carmine grimaced at the thought not only of living with Yuri but also getting sick once again off his blood. Though it did look rather appealing how it ran down the cloth like it did. “Oh fuck it,” he blurted out as he forcefully bit at the offered neck. He only pulled away as his stomach started to hurt. “God damn it!” was the last thing he said before passing out on top of his old lover.

It had always been that way, and Yuri never understood it. Nonetheless, he had to release a slight moan as his master drank of his blood. He had longed for that feeling again and was only pulled back out of dream world when Carmine flopped onto him, all of his weight pressing down on the smaller body, which caused him to almost fall over backwards. Nonetheless, Yuri hugged the limp body to him as he steadied himself, a broad smile crossing his face.
“My poor master,” he said quietly, “you would drink of me even knowing what would happen.” Of course Yuri took it as a testament to their bond, but in reality it certainly had nothing to do with that.
So as the moon began to set into the industrial city, Yuri pulled Carmine with all his might, back to the small dwellings of Kiral, which were humble to say the least.
Pictures could not be found anywhere. There were no images of Kiral or any family that he might have had and what decorations he had were bland and almost colorless. The one mirror he had was in his bathroom and it looked as though something had been thrown against it in the past.
As the sun began to rise Yuri closed all the curtains and shades that covered what windows Kiral had, which weren’t many and tucked his master into the one lopsided bed that had found itself in a small closet that was considered a room. “Sleep well Master Carmine,” Yuri said with a bow as he exited the room.
He got to the couch that sat in something that could have been considered the living room and passed out as well, into the sleeping soul of Kiral.

Carmine woke with the setting of the sun, and the rising of the moon to a very bad headache and the worst taste in his mouth. As he wiped his mouth on his sleeve he found that dried blood was flaking off onto his clothes. “God damn fucker!” he shouted sitting up and watching as the room spun around him. All he could do was fall back and close his eyes. His prey had gotten away, Yuri was back, and he had no idea where in the bloody fucking hell he was. Trying to sit up again he walked out of the room and was hit with all kinds of things. Yuri’s blood sometimes gave him hangover type symptoms and that wasn’t good when your senses were already heightened. The first thing he noticed was the normal smells of an old building, the day in day out kinds of things, then the smell of his pray, but it was lingering. “Oh bloody hell.” He muttered heading into the small room known as the bathroom and to the sink to wash out his mouth.

Of course neither Kiral nor Yuri was still in those small and humble dwellings. Normally, Kiral went out as the sun set, if only to see the bright ball fall behind all the tall smoke stacks and overhead railways. Nonetheless, after sitting out on the balcony of his small apartment, Kiral could hear the sounds of running water and turned quickly back into his apartment.
Kiral hadn’t cared much for why he had ended up on the couch instead of his own bed, it had happened many times before, but now he was curious to find who was now in his bathroom. So, without knocking Kiral entered, his face still showing no emotion whatsoever. “What’re you doing here?” the young man grumbled, his arms crossed over his chest like a judgmental parent. “I never said you could stay here.”

Carmine looked at Kiral or who he hopped was Kiral, before spitting the bloodied water back into the basin. He clutched the sides of the porcelain bowl as he groaned. “I have no fucking idea why I’m here. Why don’t you go ask that fucking pain in my ass? The last thing I remember was drinking his… your blood then I passed out, with stomach cramps. Then I wake up with a killer headache and you yelling at me is not helping things.” Carmine couldn’t even begin to explain himself and he wasn’t about to try. It was for the dueling young men to figure out. He would have been perfectly happy sleeping in a crypt and having a couple of rats for dinner and for breakfast. Now he wasn’t even sure if he could eat anything. With the thought of eating, Carmine’s stomach finally gave up on trying to keep everything in and he hurled right there in the sink. Kiral’s rejected blood ran up and down the white porcelain, as Carmine slumped to the floor. “Sorry about this. God damn, Yuri. I can’t drink his blood. He knows it too.”

There was clear aggravation in Kiral’s face as he looked down at his now bloody sink. “If I could talk to it I would,” the human grumbled before he turned away, his body twitch slightly at the sight of blood. “Yuri, Yuri, Yuri, you keep talking about Yuri, who the fuck is this guy?” He turned back slightly over his shoulder. “Who the fuck are you? None of this is making any sense.”
Kiral’s aggravation was rising and by all that had happened, the human had discovered one thing: he hated this vampire. That was enough for him to feel even more angry.

“My name is Carmine Sampson. Yuri was my…” He had to think for a minuet. How could he explain this. “… He was my … charge. You know you could always leave notes and letters for one another.” His head was swirling again and his body was screaming for something to eat. His naturally darker toned skin was milky white and his hair was loosing it’s blood red shine to fade back to plain black. The thing that made it worse was that he could feel his eyes trying to change to red and his fangs were growing, signaling a session of Blood Lust. He needed to feed fast. “I would love to tell you more but first I have to have something to eat. Are there any rats, or stray cats or dogs that live around here?”

The blood was still getting to Kiral, being that the vampire inside of him wanted desperately to come out. “I’d rather not have to deal with,” he paused, moving farther away from Carmine and the bathroom, “Yuri. I’ll stay away from the love notes.” But when it came to feeding the creature, all of Kiral’s body twitched. “There’s a… stay dog that’s always barking around the corner.” The idea of a human form creature biting into an animal like that, it just made Kiral want to hurl, nonetheless, it was better than a human going under the bite.

As Carmine stopped to listen he could hear the barking already and his eyes finally turn fully red. He judged the animal and decided that it would make a decent meal. “It will do for now.” He stood to his full height of 6 feet and walked to an east facing window, before jumping out into the alleyway below. His body was running on just pure Blood Lust now and nothing would stop it till the hunger was feed.
When he finally found the animal he was thankful it had short hair. The Creature was mangy looking and scrawny but at least it was live food. Not giving the dog any time to run he lunged and smacked it’s head on a wall, rendering it unconscious. He may be a killer but he had a heart at least and couldn’t stand to hear it cry out as he sunk his teeth into the pounding artery that led to the brain. The blood wasn’t as good as a human’s, but it was definitely better then the rats he was living off of, and reveled it the taste. The warm liquid pooled on his mouth before dripping down his throat. Finally feeling the heart beats slow and the rushing blood cease he let go dropping the dog to the ground. Sated, he started back to the apartment he had left behind.
His thoughts then turned to the man he left behind. Kiral had looked a little weary at the sight of blood. Carmine cleaned his teeth and wiped the blood away that was dripping from the corner of his mouth, before he stopped. “Kiral?!” He shouted to make sure that the open window, he now looked at was the one he wanted.

However, the voice that greeted Carmine was not that of Kiral, but of Yuri. “Up here Master Carmine!” the figure shouted excitedly before waving out of the window. It took only a second for the hyperactive vampire to leap out of the window after Carmine, though as he hit the ground he stumbled forward. “Damn this flimsy body,” he grumbled, shaking out his right leg then the left. Nonetheless, Yuri was on Carmine as fast as he had been out of the window. He hugged the taller vampire tightly, but he too was craving something.
“Master Carmine,” he said quietly, his eyes flashing a deep red, “why bother with a mangy mongrel like that. Human blood is much more desirable.” It seemed like there was yet another creature dwelling in the body, something that craved only one thing, and more as an addiction, not as a meal. “There are plenty of humans in this city, a few missing wont matter, Master.”

“Yuri, does your memory fail you that much?” Carmine hefted a sigh as he shook his head at the smaller creature. The last time Yuri said that was the last time Carmine saw him alive… and with his head still intact. It gave him the willies just to think about it. “Yuri… I’ll let you have ONE, and ONE only with my approval of it. You understand?” Carmine bent to look it Yuri’s eyes and held him at arms length by the shoulders. But upon seeing the blood in them he instantly regretted what he said. “Only ONE.” He repeated striating back up he started to walk out of the alleyway and onto the main street. It was still fairly busy and he was thankful. He needed to find a butcher’s shop and maybe a few other things for himself while finding a good target for Yuri to play with.

Everything about his death completely evaded Yuri, not that he had forgotten, but that he had suppressed it so far that he didn’t even remember. All that was there was a childish pout of defeat. “Yes Master Carmine,” he mumbled, looking slightly dejected. “Only one… for now…” But his worlds trailed off as his body twitched, as if it was Kiral’s attempt at fighting back. “Of course Master Carmine.” Nonetheless, Yuri still looked about as if planning to attack at any moment.

Everything about this felt wrong. Carmine knew Yuri’s history and it didn’t seem as though he had learned his lesson. Human’s weren’t animals. They were smart if someone important went missing then Carmine and Yuri would be screwed… Again. Carmine was on edge the entire time. He needed to find a victim and fast. “Yuri… Close your mouth… Get over here… Stop that…” Every few feet he would have to bark another order. Yuri was like a kid in a candy store… or a glass store. Touching everything until he broke something and Carmine had to pay for it.
Finally getting tired of his “child”, Carmine pulled Yuri into an alley and pinned him against the wall. Carmine held him a couple inches off the ground, using his throat to hold him there. “Listen to me you little urchin. If you screw up here I’ll make sure you remember your death this time. Do you understand me?” His eyes were blazing with anger and his teeth flashed and bit in front of Yuri’s face. Carmine was tired of Yuri’s shit and enough was enough. Maybe he thought that he could scare him into submission. Though he would never know if it really worked or not. Yuri was one of the people, who’s mind he couldn’t read.

There was panic in Yuri’s eyes as he was held off the ground by his throat, and a clear look of sadness came to the younger vampire's face. Nonetheless an odd smile quickly came across his face. “M-Master Carmine…” he said quietly, “you made me… and you wish to destroy me…?” That seemed to be all it took to force Yuri into the background. The body went limp again and its head dropped down against Carmine’s arm, but only for a moment before it rose again and stern Kiral came back. His cold eyes stared down Carmine, no longer red but the cold blue that matched his cold interior.
“Get your hand off me,” came out like a low growl as Kiral gripped Carmine’s wrist tightly. There was no fear in his eyes as he looked at the vampire and clearly he was willing to take down Carmine.

Carmine never got to reply to the question placed before him, and frowned as the body went limp. With the human back and wanting to be put down Carmine obliged and just dropped him before turning back to the street. Yes he would kill him again, if he ever went crazy like he did in the past. It was his duty to do so as Yuri’s creator and as the counsel’s hunting dog. Damn Yuri. He could always get out of things like that even before he had another soul to hide behind. “Sorry about that,” was the only thing Carmine said before walking out into the streets, again. He needed to find a suitable human still, but now it wasn’t for Yuri it was for him. He needed to take his frustrations out on something and a good feeding would do it. Walking aimlessly he read minds along the way till he found the perfect woman. Recently fired, widowed, no children, being evicted. He fallowed her to a park where she sat on a bench and started to cry.
“Hello Miss.” He said trying to play cool. “Is everything ok?” He watched as she shook her head and sat beside her. “I might be able to help you.” He said his fangs starting to grow and his eyes starting to turn.
“I don’t think you can…sup… I just don’t want to be in this world any longer…” She was expecting words of wisdom and confidence, but she never got them. Carmine just held her close as he fist kissed her neck and then slowly sunk his teeth into the soft flesh. She tasted bitter. But it was like a dark chocolate. And he loved it. She never screamed, just moaned. It seemed he was giving her a pleasure she had longed for and he enjoyed it. Dropping the body he wiped his moth, looking at the almost dead woman. "I hope you find who your looking for."

Kiral had followed slowly behind Carmine, feeling an obligation to make sure the vampire wouldn’t attack, just as Carmine had been watching Yuri. However, when it came to the woman, when Kiral went to bark at Carmine, he couldn’t do it. His insides were churning to the point where he fell to the ground, doubled over in pain. W-what the hell?! his thoughts screamed. This isn’t happening!
He didn’t hear anything, nor did he see the woman’s body go limp. All that he knew was his body felt as though it was eating itself.

Carmine felt the mental scream and turned to look at the smaller man who had fallowed him. He was doubled over in pain. Carmine knew Yuri had been hungry and now it was showing through in his human counterpart. “Kiral,” Carmine hissed, “you need to feed.” He walked over and picked the smaller man up, like a baby, and carried him to the sleeping woman. “Kiral, drink.” He ordered pointing to the still bleeding neck wound.

Everything was spinning and all that Kiral could comprehend was the pain. He felt Carmine pick him up, but he couldn’t fight back, it was as if his body was frozen in position. However, he did hear the vampires order and it made him freeze. “Put me down!” Kiral shouted as he forced himself out of Carmine’s arms. He stumbled backwards, but still his eyes were cold and emotionless, even though he was still hunched over, clutching his stomach. “I’m not like you!” he growled like a wounded animal. “I don’t drink blood!” Even the word itself made his body ache.

“YOU DO NOW YURI!” Carmine shouted not even realizing he had said the wrong name. “If you don’t eat others, your body will eat it’s self. NOW DRINK!” He ordered again lifting the woman back up, holding her for Kiral. When the man still didn’t move Carmine grabbed the back of his head and forced Kiral’s mouth to the wound. “Drink.” Carmine growled in a hash voice. “Drink or you’ll die.” He may have been harsh but it was turning into pleading.

Kiral tried to fight back, but as soon as the blood touched his lips something inside him made him drink it. Even so, he chocked on it as it ran down his throat. The metallic taste made him want to vomit, but everything else in him made him continue. He grabbed at the body, but only because he couldn’t force himself away. He could feel the hot liquid running through his body and it just didn’t feel right. A normal human body couldn’t contain something like this, but now Kiral knew… he was no longer truly human.

Carmine felt Kiral give in and drink. He looked on in amusement. “That’s right, drink deeply.” When he grabbed for the body Carmine put his hand over the woman’s heart to feel the pulse slow. He was pleased with how greedy Kiral was and strocked the back of his head. “Kiral, slow down,” Carmine purred. The woman’s heart was stopping, but Kiral wasn’t. “Kiral stop, you killed her. STOP.” Carmine ordered and pulled Kiral’s head away.

There was nothing in Kiral that would tell him when to stop. No ‘internal vampire clock’ that would force him to release. He had somehow gotten beyond the taste and his eyes had closed while the fluid ran through his body. W-what am I….? he thought just before Carmine pulled him back from the woman’s body. Blood dripped down his face and finally his gag reflexes were starting to work. He rushed away, stumbling, then fell to his knees. Kiral wanted to throw it all up, but as his body heaved, nothing came. All that hit the ground was small droplets of blood from his chin. Nonetheless, his body no longer ached and even his thoughts of vomiting fell away, but he felt light headed and had to sit for a moment to catch his breath. None of this made any sense to him, but Kiral blamed it all on Carmine and it showed when he turned his cool gaze on the vampire.
“I’m not a vampire,” he stated, rising slowly to his feet. “Do you understand that?”
And Kiral began to stumble back to his small apartment.

Carmine watched as Kiral panicked and stumbled about as if he were drunk. “To answer your question… I would classify you as a half breed. You’re not a vampire, but you’re not human either.” He looked between the corps and the human sitting on the ground. He positioned the woman to look as if she were sleeping before catching up with Kiral. “You might want to wipe your face,” He said handing the small man a red handkerchief from his pocket. “You dribbled a bit. Next time I’ll have you drink from the wrist, less of a mess that way.” Now he knew why Yuri had chosen Kiral as a host, they were very much alike. Thou Carmine could tell Kiral had a lot more self control then Yuri ever even thought of having. Carmine couldn’t help but smile at the similarities and differences of the two.

There was nothing Carmine could say that would make Kiral feel any better. He absentmindedly took Carmine’s handkerchief and wiped his face, though his body was still shaking. “I don’t want to do that again,” he snapped. Everything about Carmine angered Kiral. Vampires alone were troublesome, but this one was worse.
Kiral threw the cloth back at Carmine as he continued down the ally that led to his apartment. In the darkness his bright white clothes stood out as if they were emitting their own light. Someone like that seemed to stand out far too much in a world full of gangs and hired killers.
After reaching the apartment, Kiral collapsed onto the couch, taking a few deep breaths before dropping his head forward. “Damn it…”

Carmine fallowed Kiral all the way back home his eyes fallowing the white figure through the dark. They were as different as night and day, literally. Carmine hid in the shadows, only seen as another shadow in the little glimpses of light every now and then. When Kiral made it in the door and plopped on the couch Carmine kneeled behind it and the man. “Why don’t you go to bed? You’ve had a hard night.” He whispered in the man’s ear as he stroked the other side of his face and neck. “Go to bed. I’ll sleep out here as long as you don’t open the windows in the morning.” Standing up he pulled the smaller man with him and pushed him toward the bedroom before laying down himself.

When Carmine stroked his neck Kiral moved away in agitation, but was rather surprised when the vampire pulled him up from the couch. He was tired and he did need some sleep, it just felt degrading to take orders from that. Still, he found himself sprawled out on the bed. He was so tired and he didn’t even care to get undressed. With a slight twitch here and there, Kiral feel asleep… but Yuri hadn’t. As soon as Kiral had gone into a deep sleep, his eyes opened again, but this time they were a fiery red. 
Yuri lifted himself up off the bed and walked back out into the rest of the apartment, his eyes now set fully on Carmine. An evil, fanged smile crossed Yuri’s face as he looked down at the figure with a deep lust in his eyes.

Carmine just stared at the ceiling as he listened to the sounds of the city out side. The states were a lot different then England, or even Spain; he missed the old world. Even in this city things were different. In two-hundred and thirty years things definitely changed. Closing his eyes he started to unbutton his shirt, to give his broad shoulders a little more room to move, and kicked his shoes off the end of the couch. He sighed as he put his hands behind his head. He wasn’t really tired but he needed to stay close to the human in the next room to make sure to keep the creature within, exactly were he was. Though upon hearing footfalls coming towards the sofa, “I thought I told you to go to bed.” Carmine’s voice came out harsh and irritated. He was used to getting his way and with everyone disobeying him left and right he couldn’t help it.

As he heard the order from the other vampire, Yuri clearly knew that Carmine was not expecting him, but Kiral. Still with that evil smile he straddled the man on the couch. “It’s not Kiral, Master Carmine,” he said quietly into his lover’s ear. And that was certainly all it would take for Carmine to realize, if he hadn’t already. Nonetheless, Yuri bit down on his master’s neck, but moved away too quickly to have taken a drink. With Kiral’s body full of blood, he had no reason to do anything of the sort.

Carmine jumped when Yuri sat on him but relaxed again when he felt the voice at his ear. A moan escaped as Yuri bit at his neck, and his head drifted back to give Yuri greater access. His hands had slipped to Yuri’s knees but now traveled up his thighs to grasp at the butt sitting on his hips. Finally opening his eyes he met the burning red ones with a deep emerald stare. His eyes held just as much lust as the one’s above him. “Do you really wish me to mar such a perfect body? You found the body you would have had, had I not stripped you of aging.” He knew the body would heal as long as Kiral’s soul wasn’t tainted, but at the same time he knew he could be brutal. Carmine ran his hands up Yuri’s sides and to the vest that still had a blood stain from earlier.

Yuri knew how Carmine could get, he had never forgotten, nor had he wanted to, so it mattered very little about Kiral’s body. All that mattered to Yuri was that he and his master had finally come back together and he had missed Carmine far too much to go any longer.
The vampire looked hungrily down at Carmine’s exposed flesh and he just had to bite into that luscious flesh that lay before him. It was like biting into a crisp juicy apple and blood seeped out all over Carmine’s chest. Even so, Yuri could not find it in him to drink. Not only was it his master… but he felt full enough to where all he would taste was the small trickle of blood that was going down his face.
He clung to Carmine’s body so tightly as he bit down on any open flesh that he had before him. Yuri was losing all control of himself and the blood now running over his lover’s body wasn’t helping anything.
“Please my master,” he said gently, something odd for such a normally hyper vampire, “make me yours again. Please…”

Carmine arched and moaned with every new bite. He was amazed that after all these years that Yuri still remembered how to please him. “Yes… sense you asked so nicely,” was all he could answer as the vest finally came off and the shirt came open. “ I think We need to move this to the bed room. More room to stretch out.” Carmine hissed in Yuri’s ear as he stood up with the smaller man’s legs wrapped around his waist.
Yuri didn’t protest and just clung to the man before he was thrown down on the bed. Smiling a smile that was all fangs Yuri just repeated, “Master, make me yours again.”

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Carmine hadn’t hesitated and now he lay curled around Yuri who was drifting in and out of sleep. Carmine couldn’t blame him for he was feeling the same thing. The sun had risen and Carmine could feel it’s pull. “I missed you Yuri.” He whispered softly, just blowing the words across the smaller man’s ear. It was long after that carmine was a sleep, a soft noise, resembling a purr coming from his throat.

However, those soft words were the last things that Yuri heard before he too sunk into sleep, inside of Kiral’s body. For while the vampire knew only to sleep as the sun rose, Kiral’s day had only just begun. There was a brief moment where both souls slept, but it was too brief to matter, for when Kiral opened his eyes they shot wider than he thought possible though he didn’t move.
Nothing about this seemed right, especially to a man who had never found another man this close to him ever, it was just not heard of. Still, he knew the best way to deal with it was to not bother the sleeping creature yet and wait till he himself had found the best way of going about it. Even so, Kiral had the urge to bring his knee up and hit Carmine, though he was quite sure this situation was all brought on by the ‘Yuri’ creature. So, very slowly, and quietly, Kiral attempted to move away from Carmine, with great difficulty. Somehow however, the smaller man freed himself.
It was ackward finding his own clothes in places that he would never put them and Kiral seemed to hate the idea of facing anyone, especially that broad shouldered creature. How could he? It wasn’t him; he would never be in that position, not with another man and not… not there. There was a cold shiver down Kiral’s arm and his other hand went quickly to meet it, rubbing at it as though the chill would consume him otherwise.
Kiral?!<i> came a haunting voice in Kiral’s head, causing him to clench down on his arm tightly. <i>Oh what did you do?! Kiral!?
Kiral shook his head quickly, as if to throw the voice from his head. From there he went into the bathroom, he didn’t have much time to clean up, but he would certainly bathe, he reeked of blood…

Carmine wasn’t asleep enough to notice the suddenly missing body heat, and it stirred him into a lazy half awake state. “Yuri?” He whispered to the retreating back. But when the other man made a move to hold his own are to him self Carmine knew it was no longer his lover but the true owner of the shared body. “Kiral?” He asked a little louder, but the door to the bathroom was shut before the name reached it. Feeling the need to apologize for the night’s activities Carmine also got up and staggered to the bathroom. He only knocked once before letting himself in. “Kiral… Hay I just thought I should I say sorry if you’re a little sore. Your Can get a little demanding… Kiral are you alright?” Carmine looked up and down the naked body before him only now noticing all the scars that littered the otherwise smooth pale skin.

When Kiral heard the knock he had just put one foot into the tub. He knew instantly who it was; there was no one else it could be, though he hoped that for some reason it would be someone else. Kiral heard nothing of what Carmine said, all that matter was that he was still naked and the last person he wanted to speak to or see was looking right at him. So, obviously Kiral couldn’t find it in him to speak, or even move. Nonetheless, the pale figure’s stare could have shattered glass.
It took Kiral a moment to do much of anything, but it was just long enough to let Carmine finish what he was saying. Even though he was slightly uncomfortable with being naked in front of the vampire Kiral still went to the door, putting his hand on the back of it so to close it once he was done.
“This isn’t Yuri’s body,” He growled angrily, his blue eyes like ice, “it’s mine. Don’t touch me again… ever.”
With that Kiral went to push the door closed.

Carmine pushed back on the door. Not hard enough to push it back open but hard enough to counter act Kiral’s strength. “It’s not Yuri’s body, you’re right, but I so do prefer yours.” Carmine used the opportunity to Push all the way through the doorway and use Kiral’s own strength the slam the door shut. I one swift move before Kiral could fight it carmine pinned the smaller body against the wall behind him, hands above his head and legs barley touching the floor. “Keep in mind thought that you share this … shell. And when Yuri comes out I’ll do what ever I can to please him. He asked for last night, not I. He came to me. If you want to blame anyone for how your body feels blame yourself.”

There was such hate in Kiral’s eyes as he stated back with those icy eyes, but inside he was shaking. Carmine was so much stronger than him and he had no real way of fighting back at the moment. Nonetheless, Kiral simply stared back, as if he had some sort of plan behind those unmoving eyes. This was one time that Kiral almost wished that Yuri would come out, but he knew the daylight must have him scared into sleeping.
“It’s not a shell,” the pale, and still very naked figure spat, as if he somehow had the upper hand, “this is my body! I never asked to have anything to do with you or whoever this Yuri person is! Why can’t you both just leave me well enough alone!”
Kiral was trapped, and he was too tired and too weak to be able to fight Carmine, but he so wanted to just get back to work. Since Carmine had shown up, doing his job had become rather complicated.

“Yuri chose you, I have no idea why. If your wondering why he doesn’t have a body of his own that’s because it was destroyed about a hundred years ago. What you don’t know is that Yuri extremely dangerous. He needs someone who will keep him and there for you out of trouble. So buck up and face it I’m staying until he moves on or you die.” Carmine finally released Kiral’s arms, and looked for a wash cloth. Finding one he nudged Kiral out of the way and left with it in hand. Peaking his head back in the room he added, “If you want I can help you pay rent.”

“Don’t bother,” the pale man grumbled, shaking himself off.
Kiral wanted nothing to do with Carmine, or Yuri, but something in him knew that the vampire was right. But all Kiral could do at the moment was turn back to the tub after closing the door. He was glad to get into the water and wash up, but he almost felt as though it was a waste, to be cleaning up before getting dirty at work again. Still, Kiral cleaned himself up, grabbed a towel and headed out the bathroom door, glancing only slightly at the mirror at his side as he opened the door and exited.

Carmine looked up when the door opened but soon went back to his Bucket of soapy water and the blood stains on the wall and carpet. “There are a lot more Blood stain then just from last night.” Carmine was now at least partially clothed in just his pants. “Kiral… What happened that there’s so much blood here. And don’t tell me you moved in and it was like this.” Glaring at the stains Carmine gave up throwing the cloth he was using back in the bucket and whipping his hands on another dry cloth. “And speaking of blood can you do me a favor sometime today. Can you go to a butcher shop and order some blood for me, about ten pints?” Carmine dug in his pocket and pulled out a ten dollar note and handed it over. “And since you don’t want to drink blood you might want to get you some stakes or some other red meat.”

Suddenly Kiral stopped, gripping the towel about his waist to the point where his knuckles were whitening.
Kiral! Kiral! What’re you doing?! Kiral! The voice came into his head again and he shuddered, nonetheless he gave a simple, stern look to Carmine.
“I just have this feeling that,” Kiral paused and began to walk to his room, “you and I aren’t entirely different from one another.” Just before going all the way into his room, he turned completely away from Carmine, as if he was hoping the other man wouldn’t hear him. “I had a family.”
That was all he would say, that was all he could say. Those images haunted him, no matter what he did, they were always there. He had burnt the pictures, the clothes, everything was gone, but something still remained and now it was burning him.
Quietly, Kiral began to get dressed, but his body was burning, all those long marks on his body were beginning to hurt again. When he was finally fully dressed, in another three piece suit which slightly resembled the one which he had been wearing the day before, Kiral went out and stood in front of Carmine.
“If you think I’m going to get anything like… that,” he stated, feeling a little awkward saying blood after what Carmine had just tried to discuss with him, “you’re out of your mind.”
With that, Kiral went for the door, hoping to get to talk to someone who was slightly more normal.

“Now that be one category that we differ. I have never had anyone I call family.” Carmine said in response to Kiral’s first comment but Carmine never left him alone. He felt as if he were a puppy trailing after its owner, fallowing Kiral from room to room. Though when Kiral when To leave with out taking the money Carmine Grabbed him around the waist and pulled Kiral’s back into his chest. “Yuri stopped me from going my self last night and you saw what happened. I hunted. I can’t afford that and I don’t think you can either. I need Blood And I would much rather get it from an already dead animal who’s other parts ain’t going to be wasted like that woman’s was last night.” Carmine hissed down into the ear before him. While Carmine had him close he took the opportunity to stuff his hand and the bill down Kiral’s front pants pocket. “Now please say you’ll get it for me.”

There was nothing more disgusting to Kiral than another man touching him as Carmine was. “Осел,” he growled in his native tongue, almost hoping that Carmine somehow knew what he was saying. Quickly, Kiral tried to move away from the vampire, snarling, “I have more important things to be doing. In case you haven’t notice, we’re in a depression, and some of us still try to keep money coming in. Unless you want to try and get blood from a soup kitchen.”
The sound of that word felt as if he was drinking it again, and he could remember that quite well. Blood, he had enough of it on his hands, he didn’t need to carry it around. On top of that, Kiral still did have somewhere else to be and this was making him more late.

“Couldn’t be any harder then from an internment camp. Prisoners turn up dead those Nazi bastards find out real quick. You have no bloody idea how good you have it right here. Now go, at least you’ll know the country will be safe until sundown. Then you can try and keep Yuri from eating the grand U.S. of A!!” Carmine was getting tired and he had had enough of Kiral’s attitude toward him. Leaving the young man in the door way he stopped to his bucket to continue cleaning. He didn’t know when Kiral left and he didn’t care anymore. When he was finished with the blood stains on the furniture he gathers the cloths around the apartment and washed those as well. If he was planning on leaving he would make sure he left no traces he was there. After all he only had till the 14th to finish his work in America before he was heading back to Spain.

Kiral curled his lip at Carmine’s sharp return and went out the door, slamming it behind him. He didn’t want anything to do with that creature. He felt as if he had no control over his own actions, and to Kiral, that was the worst thing in the world. True, he was part of a world where he took orders, but at least he still had control over his own body. Once out in the sunlight, Kiral winced at its brightness. For the first time, he felt as if it was just too bright to be out. Nonetheless, he put on his white hat, with the black ribbon around it and went on. He had a full day ahead of him, and an earful awaiting him for being so late.
It took a while to get to work for him. It was no secret where he was going, but what he did, only those who worked with him or over him knew that. After all, anyone who walked into the Hawthorne Hotel had their reasons. Walking into the building he was met by two other men, dressed in more fitting clothes for the times. They wore darker three piece suits, one in a dark green and the other in brown. No one said anything to the other as they walked up the stairs and into a room, looking much like a simple office, with a thicker built man sitting behind the desk. Quite clearly, this was not the man you wanted to upset, being that Al Capone was the one awaiting Kiral.
“Where have you been?” snapped this more full bodied man, leaning over the desk. “Things need to be done and what’re you doing?! You’re just as worthless as your father.”
All Kiral could do was stand there and take it. Before he would attempt to fight back, but that lasted only a week before he learned through severe beatings. Now, he stood awaiting his master’s silence, which came after about five minuets of shouting.
“Do you have anything for me sir?” Kiral questioned crisply. “I’m here at your request.”
That was as close as it came to snapping back at his ‘master’. Kiral had known better, from the moment they two had first met Kiral had known never to outwardly bite at Capone, who clearly had his hands in everything he needed to. Still, Al Capone looked as though he knew that his minion had more in his tone. The man’s fattened face pinched inward as his lips pressed tightly together. “Don’t do it boy,” he said while his pursed lips slipped out into a smirk, “you know I can find a hundred other little brats to do what you do.”
Kiral simply nodded, awaiting his masters next bidding.

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Blood Sworn: Clips

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