C R A V E

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adrian:

adrian was famished after centuries of no feeding, so when max presented his own arm for him to feed on, the younger vampire was like a starved parasite, his fangs growing simply at the sight of blood. his eyes immediately clouded over, the veins thick beneath his lids as he pursed his lips around his brother’s forearm to feed from the warm, rich blood. he groaned in bliss, the pinpoints of his jaws scratching against max’s bare flesh to draw more, greedy for a drink he had been so deprived of. the color returned to his cheeks and his suckling became livelier, even messier as expected of the most violent brother in the family. the faster max’s healing closed the wound, the more eagerly adrian dug his fangs into his brother’s skin to reopen the cut, and only when the blood was dribbling down his chin did he pull back with a gasp. “thank you, brother–” he sighed out. “i– how? where are we?”

Finally the middle could feed again, corpse like no longer more as colour begins to surface on the skin that was pure white but now had only a slight bit more colour to it. To watch a sibling feed off of you was rewarding for sure to the elder, not only was it an act of intimacy to him it was also an act of giving life in a way possible that normal human beings would never be able to achieve, especially of the male kind. “Your death bed, kind of. . .” Not the best way to put such things but to be blunt was a lot easier, rather than having to relive the centuries that were separated from his brothers. Maximus caught the dripping blood from his brothers chin with the tip of his thumb and couldn’t help insert his thumb into his brother’s warm mouth, waste not want not was what they used to say. Not to mention the physical affection that the brothers had was also a lost cause through these centuries, no petty human could fill this void that was once full again. 

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dominic:

When he woke, Dominic almost thought he was dreaming. Of course, there is no dreaming in hell or wherever it was their kind was destined to end up after death. He’d heard of heaven from the humans he often hunted, their last words usually prayers to their God in hopes of reaching his kingdom upon their death, but Dominic didn’t believe in heaven. He didn’t believe in an afterlife at all, which is why it was surprising that he was even conscious at the moment, when the last thing he could recall before dying was the sudden and excruciating pain of a stake being driven through his chest.

He inhaled suddenly, eyes fluttering open with the sensation that they’d been closed for a very long time, before looking around, his eyes whirling around wildly to take everything in and settling on his eldest brother standing before him in the flesh. Opening his mouth to speak, he found he was unable to find his voice and was left gasping, lips opening and closing to form words he couldn’t vocalize.

“B-brother?” He managed to gasp out after a moment, barely able to reach out his hand towards him, fervently hoping this wasn’t some product of his imagination.

     A smile tugs at the corners of lips causing a frown to rupture into a smile/grin, the locating and fighting for siblings freedom was a success, no failure belonged in this family. “It’s true.” A pale hand rested against the younger sibling’s cheek thumbing away at skin thought to never be touched and caressed again, the older happy to say they were wrong for once. It’d been an excruciating pain spanning centuries where death was all that was thought about, loss was going to drown the lone vamp until all was found. “I’m here.” Arms quickly yanked the weak little vamp from casket to chest, holding tightly so that no harm could reach the young body again, Max was still disgusted in himself for letting this happen to all of his brothers. 

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tristan:

When Tristan passed he did not saw a light at the end of a tunnel. He did not hear a voice calling him forth. He simply fell, as if whatever was propelling him to move had suddenly stopped, as if the fuel in him had vanished in one single gesture. Where he went? There was no afterlife for his kind, which is why he remained, sleeping and dreaming. Dreaming of a world where they would not be chased or harmed, dreaming of a life where everyone lived as happily as they did once. But the dream faded and the earth crumbled, his fingers digging up through the darkness and the dirt that had set upon his eyes. A loud gasp, his long hair still remained, yet his body felt numb and rigid. A quick glance. Who was that? “Here—” he returned, his mind slowly setting every memory, every smile, every frown and every face on place. “I am here,” Tristan replied, air slowly filling his lunges.

Abandoned and alone the eldest only had one reason/purpose in life once the chests of four brothers were impaled with stakes dipped in the ash of the white oak tree, and that was to resurrect and gain vengeance on the men that did them wrong. The Wright family were not a family one would want to be in a complication with, once intertwine in their rage and hunger it was going to be a struggle to escape from their grasp and inevitably your death. 

                                                                                    “Brother.” Speaks only one word due to the bewilderment of the situation that one found themselves in, the resurrection was a success and what felt like centuries of decay were now brushed away with a simple swiping motion. The eldest unsure what to do but lips couldn’t repress physical emotion and yearn, immediately entangled with a younger brother. 

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adrian: 

minutes passed as the dagger was unsheathed from adrian’s heart and the young vampire suddenly jolted upright as if he had been woken from a nightmare. he felt lethargic, his joints creaky and his throat parched after a thousand years of forced slumber. of course, he had no way of knowing it had nearly been that long. all he remembered were torches, angry men, and seeing his family members being stabbed one by one. as if they were animals to be hunted. and now, he saw his brothers–all alive–in their dusty coffins, his own tattered and chipped with age. he gripped the edge of his casket, falling out of it with a loud groan. “brother–” he choked, his hands a pale white and his lips dry. “i need blood– please–”

     The corpse once empty now awakes, a soul passes through lips and back into a core that was completely a void this time around. Blood was the necessity to function for a vampire, and that was all that was really needed. Knees dropped to the ground body lowering to a level where an arm could be exposed from a sleeve, a knife slipping between skin and blood rising to the surface for a sibling to fruition and gain a little more colour, than simply the whiteness of a cloud from no heaven. “Feed up brother.” Free hand supporting opposites neck in aid to the revival and feeding of a lifeless creature in a casket, love filling the elders pupils as an empty pit now fulfills with a family reunion and taste of vengeance.   

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spencer:

     Being dead — officially dead — was akin to being lost in a void. Spencer had forgotten what he was, and felt like nothing more than putty forever drifting in the blackness, but a feeling in his chest surged through him, his eyes opened all at once and he could see the world around him once more. It was dim, but all familiar faces were surrounding him. He crept back along the wall, feeling cautious — not sure if there was anybody else outside, but the daggers on the floor told him all he needed to know. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it promptly not sure what to say. Fingers twitched in anticipation of the worst. “Are they … ?” He finally piped up, motioning at the blades before him. “How long?” Not much time passed before he spoke again, short and clipped. “Explain.” 

     Of course being resurrected wasn’t an easily understood ritual, in fact it was going to confuse a whole lot when your soul was being torn from the abyss that it had floated within for years and years. “Yes Spencer, they are gone, though not in the sense that there are no hunters. They still exist in this day and age, and we need our vengeance.” Words honestly fell past lips towards the adopted brother, blood may not be identical but intentions were and family he would always be to the Wright’s. “Centuries, I’m sorry I couldn’t find you sooner.” A gulp suppressed the feelings of guilt and solitude in a world where the eldest had no other love as pure and honest as the brothers had for each other. 

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       The wound once deep within an internal organ has healed now that lovers and brothers alike were found, an abandoned house acting like a cage never to be entered or exited. Though the eldest of the circle had discovered the hidden place, many centuries later after the sorrow and retribution had rooted deep between his stomach and lungs. Bloodied knuckles and breathless the vampire had to rupture the walls they slept in, four lovers brothers resting in a hell that wasn’t thought they would escape from. “Brothers, wake from the command of the white oak, wake from the life of my palms.” The eldest’s pale digits wrapped around each dagger, Tristan, Adrian, Dominic and Spencer was the order they were resurrected. “Brothers?” Questions the empty space, no longer the only living dead.