Caspian Xavier

453 | Vampire | Chef at Glasshouse |

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familiar-henry:

The vampire’s response was oddly soothing and Henry felt his shoulders droop in response to the tension leaving his system. It wasn’t easy for Henry to openly trust others and vampires were no exception. “Thank you.” He murmured his gratitude once more as he slid into the empty seat. Henry placed his book on the shared table but continued to hold tightly onto the safety of his teacup. He wasn’t entirely sure why he felt the need to thank Caspian so often but his feelings had lied with darker areas before when it came to the vampire; continued appreciate for the man who saved his life couldn’t be all that bad.

“It was more than that. You brought me to your home. You encouraged me to heal my wounds when I would have probably let myself rot. I’m not at my best when I’m… under the influence.” Henry scrunched his nose at his own words, his fingers beginning to cramp from the sheer force of his grip on his teacup. “So, I mean it when I say thank you. I don’t.. say it often.”

The admission would hopefully be enough for Caspian because Henry truly hated owing people anything. The vampire could easily hold the situation above his head at a later time but hopefully Henry didn’t have to hear/think about it after their talk. 

It took a moment to recollect his own thoughts and form a proper answer that didn’t delve too deeply into his personal life. “Yes.” Henry paused as he finally let the teacup sit on the surface. “He was directly involved with the fight. It could have been a lot worse, he just… had some mental–uh, memory loss trauma. It was difficult.”

Henry could never form a phrase for how god-awful it had been to not see Griffin’s eyes light up with recognition in the hospital; It was far worse than difficult. “Did you know anyone?” 

Caspian hid a smile beneath his facade he kept well displayed. This story his traumatised mind had given him truly was becoming more and more amusing by the minute. If encouraged meant forced while being devoured and even raped, then he would comply with this fabricated story of his. Part of him nearly asked ‘what wounds?’ but he would not foolishly expose him to the true memories that was saving the vampire for landing a prison sentence and maybe even being removed from the sanctuary. 

Instead he replied, “It was quite an injury you experienced during the chaos when the fire started. We happened to meet at the right time. There is no need to thank me but I appreciate it never the less,” his face remaining rather too composed and lifeless. 

“What’s his name?” he peered at the familiar. “Is he recovering well?” Not that Caspian cared in the slightest. “I know someone with memory loss trauma, two in fact. Not caused by the incident, however.” A truth, though warped, Henry hadn’t had his memories jumbled up from the fire or the chaos that happened there after, but it was in the same vicinity. 

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xoharex:

“I wouldn’t be so sure, after all, even glass comes from the earth, and I’d say that’s sharp enough to slice through that rather thick neck of yours.” Kane teased but while he spoke mostly in jest, it was abundantly clear that the vampire spoke with aggression in his tone.

“Possessions get lost all the time, and as for a bond with a familiar, I do not plan on making that particular bond, so if you’re worried I will steal him, be rest assured, I want none of that.” he replied as a housemate was one thing, a man he was bonded to for life, that was too much commitment right now. Kane wasn’t interested in such things.

“I don’t think I know him, but I know familiars, his other form is a bird for a reason.” he said and shrugged his shoulders non-chalantly “Besides, I am more than happy being simple entertainment for him, as he is for me.” he replied, wondering just how deep the vampires feelings went for him to be so rattled by the one and only encounter he had had with the little blue bird “Perhaps you should be telling him not to come near me, I have little reason to follow your orders.”

Kane had to laugh “Choice? You had your mind set on becoming an enemy the moment you found out I knew your bird. When he tells me his taken, I will hold back, until that day, I would think you need more control over him, and if you wish to call me enemy, so be it, but be warned yourself, I am stronger than I seem.”

Irrational behaviour; openly displaying his possessiveness over a familiar was indeed laying himself unguarded. That brat certainly had been playing with his mind. Caspian could fuck whoever he wanted without an ounce of guilt but should Devoss take an interest in other people, even if it was toying and playing his fun little games of his - he needed to kill anyone in his path. Though only if they posed a threat, such as him being a witch. Stopping the familiar from ever bonding was his priority. 

With a rational mind taking control again he realised how foolish and irresponsible behaviour he had been displaying, and with a smirk he composed himself to his usual uncaring self. “His form is a bird, because he wants to be free,yes. But he is most free with me. It’s everyone else that makes him feel trapped - because they do not feed his chaotic mind the way I do.” And something about this witch posed a threat, even if he had no interest in boning with him, that could all change. 

Caspian laughed. Telling him not to go near the witch, would only prove that perhaps somewhere Caspian did indeed have feelings growing for him. It would display even envy  - and he refused to admit that was what he was experiencing. It was possessiveness over a favourite trophy, and no more. Control. That was what lured the vampire to Devoss, because he could never fully control him. He did what he wanted. If he knew that Devoss would not leave as soon as he found a more suitable person, a witch even, perhaps he would not be as possessive as he was. His brother had already abandoned him for his maker, and Devoss would do the same to him - he couldn’t bare the thought of feeling that pain again, to lose anyone else. He couldn’t lose him. So therefore couldn’t allow himself to feel, yet alone show it to Devoss or anyone else. It was a weakness, a pathetic useless weakness he had managed to eliminate long ago until he met the bird. 

“I have no doubt of your power. The boy is-” he paused a moment “Free to do whatever he wants. I can’t stop him.” Not because he couldn’t, but because stopping him, would mean Devoss had won. It would prove how Caspian really felt. He could never reveal that, it was his internal hell that Devoss had placed upon him. Though part of him was reassured by his controlling behaviour, because control wasn’t love - so how could Caspian possibly understand or feel what love should really be like? Love wouldn’t be so toxic, so damn destructive, so dangerous. This was nothing more than minor infatuation that would soon fade. 

  “I do not wish to see you as an enemy, I believe that would be foolish. If you do not try and bond with my familiar then I see no reason to quarrel.” A rational response, despite the conflict in his heart. “Do we have an agreement?”

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Bloodlust // Cas & August

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august-wynter:

That was something of a contradiction and he could see it in the vampire’s eyes; the demand that he leave while the other man’s eyes burned dark with the obvious truth that he didn’t intend to allow that. And who would have? It was dangerous, having a witness, that was exactly one of the reasons that August was so paranoid about letting his own thoughts stray too far into some ideas in the city because there were people lurking everywhere and the risk was just so high. 

It didn’t feel exactly comforting to be on the other end of that tense gaze but he already knew there was little point in trying to step back at that point as the other man was going to be faster than him and a stumble…it was practically an invitation to set off that predatory reflex.

"I’d be more concerned about that body if I were you,” he pointed out evenly as it very well might have been the only thing he could have said that bought him chance to edge around some of that vicious glean. 

At the mention of gawking August’s eye swung back over the scene before him, calculated and swift to return to the vampire when he caught that blur of motion. Those eyes narrowed for an instant at the touch but dilated just slightly with that stronger scent decorating those fingers that felt rough to his skin and caused his jaw to reflexively tense. Iron laced through the air so thick he could nearly taste it and his gaze settled, unblinking and silent in his study of the man because he couldn’t trust his voice not to betray him the way his hands already had where they fell at his sides with a flicker of unsteady twitch at his fingertips.

He just wished it were something as simple as fear muddy in his eyes right then, but that wasn’t it; fear wasn’t half as damning as the truth.

“I’d be more concerned about your life,” he stated plainly. Perhaps it was an empty threat, two bodies were more difficult to dispose of than one. Though true he would be sober within an hour with his enhanced healing, which made it so damn difficult to get drunk and stay drunk, anyone could witness what he has just done. This boy being one of them.  

If he wasn’t in the sanctuary, he would have easily just killed this one before him and leave the corpses without a second glance. However, he needed to leave little traces. Many police officers were those of heightened senses and the bodies could easily leave traces that led back to him. “Unless you know a way of disposing corpses in this prison we so called live in, what use would I’ave of keeping you alive after you’ve seen what I’ve done?” he sneered with a drunken slur to his voice at the male, still keeping a firm grip upon his jaw. Somehow his intoxicated self thought it wise to keep this one alive, or this one would already have his thyroid cartilage and oesophagus ripped out. As if this one that had witnessed him brutally murder someone on the street was going to help him. 

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You’re fucking MINE! || Caspian + Devoss [Closed]

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blu-dev:

The hand on his throat cut off his airways, making the familiar wheeze, but that damn grin remained on his face. If he were in a more sane sate of mind, then maybe Devoss would have tried to fight Caspian off of him. But those black dots forming at the corners of his vision and the lightheadedness just made the dark cloud in his mind grow. He smiled up at the older being. Caspian was always the subject of Devoss’ interest. The vampire was just as broken as he was, and the both of them often resulted to violent ways. 

There was a warm feeling in the familiar’s chest, one that just made him giddy and excited. He choked out a moan and bit his lip, “Oh choke me harder, Caspian”, his tone was the same innocent one he used before. Devoss knew how much that effected the vampire. “You never answered my question, Caspian…” He purred his words out, as he jumped up in Caspian’s arms, his legs going around his waist. “Do you love me?…You know, sometimes I think I do too…No one else is entertaining like you…If I told you that I loved you, would you stay? Would you become more and more tied to me?…”

The way the familiar mimicked Dev in a mocking innocent tone made his cock throb and twitch. Perhaps part of him had always wanted to fuck both Dev and Devoss, and if it were ever possible to fuck them both simultaneously, he would. He wanted them both in his control, and thoughts circled in his head of Dev whimpering innocently to him, submitting to him - and he wanted Devoss to finally submit to him. When Devoss wrapped himself around him, he let go of his throat, and his arms wrapped around his waist, his hands pushing him closer into Caspian’s chest, his finger tips pressing deep into his skin. His cock pushed against his entrance and as the familiar continued to try and play with him, he shoved himself deeper inside of him - breathing heavily from feeling Devoss’s insides wrap around his cock tightly. He didn’t care how badly he hurt Devoss, he deserved this. He deserved to be fucked out of his minds and his insides raw and torn. 

Shut the fuck up. Just shut the fuck up. Love. What did they know about love? What did Caspian know of it? Wanting to kill someone this badly, was that his version of love? Love wasn’t this violent, this fucked. And more importantly, what did Devoss know about love? He knew Devoss saw him as nothing more than an entertaining plaything. A fun little pet. But for how long? He’d find someone else, a witch to bond with - he would leave him, maybe even attempt to kill him like the sly cunning boy he was. This was a game. He wanted this to remain a game. This was a game to Caspian to the start, just as it is to Devoss. Caspian did not know emotions like care or love, and the way Devoss attempted to toy with his mind made him want to tear this boy’s insides out. 

The vampire thrusted himself upward, slamming the tip of his length against his prostate with hatred mixed with lust. “You want me to tell you I love you, huh? Would that get you off?” he smirked passive aggressively, his lips hovering over the familiar’s, his breath held weight from the pleasure he attempted to hide. “Is that what you want, huh?” His grip against Devoss tightened, his nails dug into his skin, using his strength to pierce him as he thrusted into him harder. “The only thing...” he paused heavily “I love...” one hand reached up and gripped the back of his neck “is the thought of you whimpering helplessly for me. Begging for me. Hell, just hearing your pleas for me while I fuck you raw, and after when I spill out your organs while my cock is still rammed in your ass. I’d love to watch the life fade from your eyes, continue to fuck your limp corpse and long after you’re dead, I’ll watch you decay and rot like you deserve.” 

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eggogorgon:

Whiff of death on the page. Laura Moon. Is this your old lady’s obituary?

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ellerytanninrp:

Ellery tried not to let the surprise flit over his face as he watched the vampire stumble backwards, knocked off balance by the witch’s fist connecting with the sharp line of his cheekbone. Even still, he could hardly believe he’d even made contact in the first place. It wasn’t often that the baker had the skill to do more than to avoid taking off a finger while chopping carrots in the kitchen. 

And that was without the better part of a bottle of gin sitting queasily in his gut. 

Pride welled in his chest and curled across his face in a lopsided grin. And it was in that second of distraction that hands tangled into the dark curls  at the back of his head and hauled him over. That grin crashed into the solid curve of Cas’ knee and blood burst coppery bright over his tongue. 

Wham– wham!

Another hit, his teeth audibly clacking together as knuckles swung up into his chin, driving him back upright from his hunch. Dazed and bloodied, Ellery swayed, drinking in the thunder of adrenaline in his veins, the sharpening of his doubled vision, every nerve screaming with sensation. He wanted to let instinct take over, granting him action and reaction without thought, but he feared that with instinct would come magic. And he wasn’t going to be the asshole who brought magic to a fistfight. At least not if he could help it.

It hurt. His face hurt, his knuckles hurt, the back of his head hurt from its impact with the barroom floor. But for a moment, his heart didn’t ache and his curse didn’t burn. And that was freedom, freedom of a kind Ellery hadn’t known in longer than he could remember. 

A laugh burst from between bloody teeth, a crowing crackle of sound that carried jubilation, victory, desperation. Eyes wild and chest heaving with unstoppable laughter, the witch drew himself up tall and spat the blood from his teeth at Cas’ feet. And with that same fierce joy in his eyes and snarling smile on his lips, he lunged forward and the two men clashed once more. 

Caspian watched the man fall to the ground with a clatter, his breath heavy and adrenaline pounding through his veins - sparking a certain rush in his veins with each hit he gave and received. The more they fought the more the stench of blood filled the air of the bar, and the more the blood thirst craved for more. It wasn’t enough yet. He needed the man to lash at him more, he wanted to feel the pain as well as give it. This was it. The thrill he was searching for. Perhaps he didn’t need to kill in order to feed his sadistic side of him. This was more - there was chaos, blood, and this time a fair even fight that resorted to masochism as well as sadism; he needed someone to give him enough pain to numb the torture in his chest that ate away at his heart. 

He paced, waiting for the man to get on his feet. In fact, he even refused to defend against his next attack, a manic grin painting his face that rivalled the witches. Something about this gave him flashbacks to his human life - the time when Caspian was even searching for death. No care for himself, no care whether he lived or died or the risk taking he took. Begging for it. Always a lack of control, his brother always the one to break up the fights he would cause. It was in his nature, this was a part of him that could never be taken away. 

The fist of the witch approached him as if in slow motion, his vampiric senses allowing him to embrace every second of the fight. He could have easily dodged, but he stood still - and with a sharp throbbing pain and a snap, his nose twisted at an angle, followed by a warm liquid that soon gushed from his nose and trickled down his mouth. Licking the blood from his lips he flashed a sadistic grin with a thrill in his own eyes. He laughed, knowing the witch was getting off to this feeling of violence as much as he was now. “That’s it. Come on,” he growled before he launched his fist in his direction once more - and again, each hit strengthening as he lost himself to the ecstasy of the fight. “Hit me with everything you got!” he let out a laugh. 

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familiar-henry:

The other’s voice was as charming as ever and Henry swallowed around the awkward lump in his throat, gripping his teacup with more desperation. “I saw you across the room. Like you did that first time we met.” His lip twitched upward minutely as he blinked over the rim of his glasses, briefly meeting the other’s eyes. “But I’m not suspicious that you’re going to bite me anymore.” 

It was a small step towards thanking the other for his actions the night of the ball but Henry found that he still wanted to know the whole story. “Unless I should be.” Though he offered a breathy laugh, it was clear that his features were wary and his trust was still not fully placed in the other.

The mixture of alcohol, high emotions, and glamor had led Henry to his demise that night but he had yet to recall any of the events correctly. It might be rude to blatantly ask for the details but the familiar wasn’t very good at small talk. “I wanted to, uh- properly thank you. For helping me… that night.” If Caspian’s previous explanations rang true than Henry owed his life to the vampire. “If you hadn’t dragged my drunk ass out of there I probably would have been the one to… to lose my short term memory like…” He didn’t give away his witch’s name so easily, finding it difficult to discuss the events he had experienced after the masquerade and the damage control that had followed for weeks. “Can I sit?” 

Caspian gave a polite smile, hiding any signs of betrayal. “Certainly not in public, and definitely not without permission,” he half joked with deception. He certainly had no memory of the event, which certainly was convenient for continuing to manipulate the man before him. However, he had little interest in that, partially in case the memories returned - and so Caspian thought best to keep a fair distance from each other.

“Lucky we happened to meet each other at that ball, we met each other at the right place at the right time. You shouldn’t thank me.” Caspian twitched his head to the left with a frown that quickly ceased as the other trailed off without finishing the sentence. It brought a minor curiosity on who he was referring to.

“I imagine a few must be confused at what had happened at the masquerade. You may,” he nodded to the vacant chair before returning his fixated gaze upon the other. “You knew someone affected by what happened at the masquerade?” he pried. 

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xoharex:

“Kill me? Be careful, you expose deep rooted feelings for the boy, a lesser man would use those against you.” Though Kane still might, he hadn’t yet decided, that all depended on this man, the vampire and his attitude, which so far, wasn’t all that pleasant, but he had experienced worse. “Many have tried, I apparently do not die easily.” The ground didn’t want him, which was a little ironic considering it did his bidding. 

“Why don’t we try this again? So far I see a bit of a child in front of me, and from your age, I’d not expected that.” he smirked a little “Cage your bird all you want, he wants to fly free.”

Feelings. Something about that made Caspian let out an amused chuckle that only increased in volume and strength. The vampire looked away, caressing his hand to his mouth before he regained composure. “Many have tried to kill me too. Seems we have that in common. Would be interesting to see who could kill the other first, and unless you can decapitate me with that earth manipulation of yours - I will win. I will always win.”

Kane was pressing against his self control. “You can use it against me all you like, I have no feelings for the boy. He is nothing more than an entertaining pet that is my prized possession - an possessiveness is not childish behaviour. When you have something you want to keep at all costs, a familiar perhaps of your own, bonded, you will one day understand that,” he smirked. Truth was, he couldn’t understand it himself. He would have reacted the same way as Kane before he met Devoss. Devoss...changed him, and he refused to realise or comprehend that. 

He wants to fly free. The way he acted is if he knew what Devoss wants, and he knew Devoss so well infuriated him. But he had to remain calm, at least here. Though at this rate it wouldn’t be long until he attempted to kill him with his bare hands right there. Caspian laughed again. “You think you know Devoss? I made him resurface in that fragile broken head of his. No one knows him better than I do - and you, are nothing more than short entertainment for him. I’ll give you one last warning: do not go near Devoss again. If you do, I repeat my words, I will make sure you cannot lay a single hand on him - and believe me when I say, I am not bluffing. You’ve made your choice to go against me, and you will regret that,” the vampire gave a cold stare as he spoke. 

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Not all love is gentle. Sometimes it’s gritty and dirty and possessive, sometimes it’s not supposed to be careful or soft at all.                                                                                          Sometimes it feels like teeth.

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It had been weeks since Henry had time to relax in his favorite corner of his favorite cafe with a favorite book. He spent his time wisely, attempting to free his mind of any reality beyond that of ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ as he sipped from his cup of tea. It wasn’t until noon when the entire sanctuary, or so it seemed, crowded into the space and the bustling around him became too distracting. He still longed for a better piece of mind than his book offered but his dreams were only crushed further as he spotted a familiar face across the way. 

Caspian was still nothing more to him than a stranger, though after helping Henry escape the fight at the masquerade ball he wished for them to be more. Most of that night, if not all, was completely wiped from his memory… which usually happened when he mixed his own emotions with alcohol. The events that led up to the morning of waking up in Caspian’s bed, even dressed in the other’s pajamas, were explained but still blurry. Henry’s focus that day had been on reminding Griffin of who he was so the details of his own night could come later. And he supposed now was as good of time as any.

A long sigh escaped his lips as Henry placed the waiter’s tip on the table, marked his page, and grasped the teacup tightly while he hesitantly brought himself near the vampire. His fears regarding the species had calmed slightly because of the other’s gracious actions but suspicion still nagged at the back of his mind. He hardly realized he was in front of Caspian until his thigh lightly bumped the table’s edge.

He inhaled deeply when the other still didn’t look upward, taking a step out of his personal space to gather his thoughts. The last time he spoke to Caspian in this cafe, he was harsh and judgmental but things had changed and, whether Henry liked it or not, he was a different person than he was when they first met. 

“The tables have turned, it seems.” He offered a small smile, making eye contact somewhere around Caspian’s shoulder, his cheeks flushing the moment the other looked up.

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“Henry,” Caspian stated plainly, his brows furrowing in almost surprise to see the man in front of him. So it would seem that he did not remember anything that had happened, fortunate for him. However, he still would have liked to avoid meeting him in the off chance that his memories may return, at least in glimpses - and that was bad enough. 

He wasn’t in his usual mindset the night of the masquerade. Filled with lust and confusion over Devoss led him to take it out on the familiar before him. But he discovered it wasn’t the same - he wasn’t the same. It was a one off, and one he no doubt would regret should Henry ever remember what he had done. He had glamoured him to submit to him against his will, fucked him savagely behind the masquerade building, and nearly drained him to near death. He couldn’t allow himself to be in that situation with this stranger, or any stranger ever again. Though he knew deep down - that was who he is, and his nature; no matter how much he wanted to live a subtle, discreet life in the sanctuary in order to stay where there was enough food for him to live. Ever since being near Devoss, he had slowly fallen off his rationality and calm streak - and fell into one of chaos, and reckless violent behaviour. 

“I suppose they have,” he smiled politely, maintaining his mask he held to the world, “and what do I owe this pleasure?”

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ellerytanninrp:

Pain fizzled bright across his vision as the vampire’s fist connected solidly with his cheek, splitting skin and sending him toppling dizzyingly backwards to the floor. Ellery lay sprawled on the worn wood of the barroom floor with the back of his head aching just as much as his cheek stung, momentarily entranced by the vision of the roof beams and pendant lights overhead spinning with the majesty of a galaxy. That was until hot blood spilled down his cheek with a coppery tang so very different than the scent of stale beer and booze that always accompanied being this intimate with the floor of a bar.

With entirely too much effort, Ellery sat up and hauled himself to his feet, scowling at blurred outline of the vampire from beneath furrowed brows. He dragged the back of a hand over his injured cheek, not even giving the red smear left behind a passing glance. No, it was the empty, haunted pain in the vampire’s eyes that held his attention. 

Good. Misery loves company, and Ellery was in the mood to make it a fucking party.

“What?” He spat through teeth clenched into something half grimace half smirk, “Did I hit the mark a little too accurately for you?”

And gathering up all the pain he harbored in his head and his heart, the witch lunged forward and let his own fist find contact. 

Caspian snarled at the man, baring his sharp canines at his remark. Something in him broke out; fighting - fists with fists, felt righteous; as though it was releasing all the melancholy in his heart built up over the centuries he had lived. And he wanted more, he needed to take out all his rage onto this man - and he welcomed the man’s own punch across the side of his face freely. His head tilted, cheek throbbing, legs staggering backward from the impact, however managing to stay on his feet he made his move. 

With a sharp glare he grabbed onto the back of his head, pushing him downward as his right knee made fast contact with his face. Immediately he dropped his hands, and made one swift upper cut with his left fist.  Blood had tinged the saliva in his own mouth with a hint of iron from the man’s punch against Caspian’s face. Fuck witches, fuck the whole bloody lot of them. Them and their familiars were nothing but irritating pests.

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You’re fucking MINE! || Caspian + Devoss [Closed]

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blu-dev:

It was the look in the vampire’s eyes, that was when Devoss knew he had him. It was such a meaningless gesture to the familiar, but for Caspian it seemed like it meant the world. Perhaps that was how he was to fall. The blood and the pain was nothing. The taste of iron lingered on his tongue as Caspian kissed him. Devoss sighed into the kiss, letting the vampire tug and pull at his clothes. His hands were cold, but Devoss felt nothing. In all the years he had lived, he never felt anything. No remorse, no sadness, no love. Oh but he could pretend. He could pretend the cold hands were what longing felt like. He could become addicted to it, not only damaging himself, but Caspian as well. 

He hissed as the glass cut into his skin more. The smell of iron was more prominent, it made his mouth water. Caspian was still moving too slow, so with one surge of strength, Devoss pushed Caspian back and flipped their positions. He sat on top of the vampire, the blood from his chest dripping down on Caspian. Devoss’ chest raised and fell as he stared down at Caspian. He smiled innocently at the vampire and grabbed his hands. “…Are you mine? Am I the only person you’ll ever want? Does everyone else pale in comparison?” Devoss brought Caspian’s hands to his hips, and slowly wiggled out of his jeans. He bit his lip and leaned down to nibble on the vampire’s ear lobe, “Don’t you want to show everyone who I belong to? Don’t you like my carvings? I do…” 

As he spoke, Devoss’ voice changed, making him sound young and innocent. While on the outside he seemed pure, on the inside his sanity was starting to slip away. “Do you love me, Caspian?”

With the sudden push onto his back, the glass in his hand fell to the floor and Caspian let out a growl in his chest. The blood dripping down on him made him curve from the table to hungrily drink every inch of the blood from his body; and with Devoss grasping onto his hands he collapsed himself back down against the hard surface, glaring at him with a mixture of anger and want. He was in control, and this was wrong to him. Wrong because only Devoss could make him like this. Except the image of him, bloody and cut up - couldn’t get out of Caspian’s head, and fuck was he beautiful. Beautiful... what the fuck was he thinking? What was he feeling? What was he doing? Allowing this little brat to take control of him like this as though he was casting a spell. 

If he thought he was going to submit to him like this he was wrong. Caspian started to fight it, and he would fight it to his last breath. He didn’t feel anything, he didn’t feel anything like love or remorse, no emotion. The most he could feel was agitation at best. But with Devoss involved, he felt anger around him, a desire to make him his, a want, a need. He didn’t want anyone else to have him, and he couldn’t understand why. That surge of anger because he couldn’t understand what exactly he was feeling crashed over him: there it was again. With his hands now on his hip, he helped him out of his jeans, tossing them aside in an instant.

Was this what alive felt like? Was this what it was like to truly live again? He should have killed him when he had the chance, every time he delayed it - there was a less of a chance he could stop this. Devoss was his demise, and slowly, piece by piece, he came to realise that he was starting to love his inevitable end. That sweet voice that told him when he was toying with him, manipulating him - who would have thought the heartless vampire, impenetrable by anyone else - had become the mutt of a little bird: he wouldn’t let that happen. He would rather die than let him degrade his pride that far. He would destroy the bird before that would happen. He would kill him.

He pushed Devoss over, his hand grasped around his throat with strength that could cause the blood to stop circulating but he couldn’t think straight. He needed to know where he belonged. Anger. Hate. It all started to blur. Little did Caspian knew, it takes love to hate someone so much. His free hand unfastened himself, pushing his own pants down. He needed to fuck his brains out. “Feel the blood rushing to your head? It’s my control over you.You’re mine, Devoss. You hear me? You’re mine.” 

[august-wynter]

Bloodlust // Cas & August

[cas-xavier-blog1]

august-wynter:

On some level August knew how incredibly risky it was to be there, sharp teeth could turn in an instant and a vampire lacking control was nothing short of dangerous. But telling that to him in that moment would have been no better than trying to argue with a brick wall for as motionless as he stood watching. Fear or shock didn’t even register in his gaze, unblinking as it was, but something was heavy there and thickly clouded. Something warm sloshing inside his skull with an almost intoxicating lure; that scent had him transfixed. 

Messy, yes, it was an entirely disgusting display of lack of control, vicious to the point of near madness; it was also incredibly familiar and alluring. It had been a while since he’d even dared to go around a vampire, not since he’d stepped inside the city had he chanced getting anywhere closer to one than a pass on the street soon forgotten. Because of memories…they burned like fire in the pit of his stomach and this man was not the one who still haunted him but his teeth were just as sharp and his eyes just and intense in that want for blood. 

It nearly made him weak in the knees and that was a state that August so very rarely felt. 

It’s not the same, he reminded himself firmly and scrambled to regain some sense beyond the splintered distraction that had rooted into his mind, sent his fingers twitching and a cold chill up and down his spine the likes of which any addict could have felt kinship over. Something serpent-sleek screamed under his skin and an unsteady breath was all that kept it locked down firmly, nails dug into the center of his palms in tight fists.

When the man spoke it gave him an instant of freedom from his own clawing thoughts, threw him right into the fire when the vampire turned to him and August knew, as clearly as knew anything, it was very likely the closest he was going to come to death since he’d arrived inside those walls. But the night was not going to see him some corpse tossed aside if nothing else than for the fact the scent of alcohol on the man still gave him a tiny shred of steadier footing than the vampire. 

“The mess you made?” He spoke with more certainty than he felt, eyes kept flickering not to the body on the ground but the splash of red that lingered in distracting places; the edge of the vampire’s jaw, the tips of his fingers, streaky across a careless sleeve. It twisted his stomach eagerly and he fought to keep his words where they needed to remain; careful. 

The harder battle was keeping his feet from moving, his body in place, choke down the draw it held over him as he shook his head, “Since I could smell you from a mile away it was difficult to avoid." 

And equally impossible to resist.

Fucking hell. Fucking HELL. The mess. He’d lost it. But again his drunken state kept him from truly registering what he just did. The cops would find the body. They’d know straight away this was from a vampire with a lack of self control. Complete lack of control. Too drunk to remove the evidence he supposed there was nothing he could do. Hell, since he started, why stop there?

“Y’know... Not wise t’ be speaking to a drunk vampire that just killed a man.” He stepped closer with his fangs still retracted from his gums. In an hour he would be sober. That was one of the curses of being a vampire. "Unless you have a way to stop me, I suggest you better leave while I’m still pondering killing you or not.”

Rationality, he was holding onto it but with his brain a fog, it was difficult to fully grasp onto it. “Or are you just gonna gawk at the mess I made?” he snickered, now just a few feet from the stranger. In a blur, his hand grasped below the jaw, forcing the man to look at his face, bloody finger prints painting his. 

[cas-xavier-blog1]

xoharex:

Kane didn’t respond, the question seemed rhetorical and he wasn’t a fan of repeating himself, his eyebrows simply lifted, waiting for more of an explanation. Though the vampires words seemed true enough, the little bird familiar had made it clear he could do as he pleased, but perhaps only in the right mind set, the other would be captured again and have no clue what to do. Split personalities seemed a frustration for more than just the boy.

“Both.” he agreed “Though I am unsure which is the more real of the two, I hear one is egotistical, and therefor unbelievable, and as you said, the other seems too frail and cowardly to be believable, for I think he would call a bird a monster should it fly at him.” he replied and shook his head at the vampire with a small chuckle. He may not have fully believed anything that the familiar had said, but that by no means meant he trusted the man in front of him.

“Why would I do that?” he responded and laughed, as if he would want to do such a thing, and what? Offer the familiar a new place to stay? He doubted living with anyone was a good idea, he’d probably throttle the familiar within the first 48 hours. “And make the bird think I want a bond?” he said and his lips curled in to a smirk as the vampire now seemed rattled “It’s so much more interesting to watch and learn, for now.” 

Caspian smirked in return, but it was not one in friendliness. There was a threat in his voice as he leaned inward. Especially when the man stated at the end ‘for now’. For now. “That’s wise. Why would you want that? If you ever so much as touch Devoss Clarke. I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you,” despite the fury and envy hidden inside of him, he remained nonchalant as he spoke, calm, too calm - only the glimmer in his eyes expressed his feelings; his feelings to eliminate this one so that only he could have Devoss. This one could turn into an enemy if this one continues to take interest in Dev.