ethan.

167 years old | master | no claims

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landongrcy: 

he was sure he’d faint at any given moment from how lethargic he was and that the guards back at the manor would love the idea of starving him some more. “for you?” landon scoffed, something delicate inside him snapping at those words. “is it always about you, ethan? what, you turn and brand me because you can’t deal with the idea of being alone, and now you won’t even let me die how i fucking want.” it hurt to even form words in his current condition but he fought to say everything before his lethargy would catch up to him. “i’m not taking anything from you,” he muttered. if another master offered him blood, sure, he’d take it like his life depended on it (which it did at this point), but never from ethan. “if you–i don’t know, wanna do something for me for a change–i’d really like a bath,” he leaned against the counter for support. 

a sigh escapes him. he wasn't fit for this, was he? he wasn't fit to be a sire - a mentor. not when he loved this boy, his feelings were getting in the way of being strict with him. ethan swallowed thickly as landon spoke, those words cut deeper than a knife. he couldn't deal with being alone. "i don't want you to die. you're - you don't need to die. you've been gifted immortality." he crosses his arms tightly across his chest, eyes looking away from the younger vampire. "then i will force you." or he'd just send him away early, and the staff could force feed him. "okay," he breathed out. a bath, he could do that. with that the other headed off towards the bathroom and began to draw a bath with warm water, throwing some scents and oils in before turning back to fetch landon. "come on," he says quietly, taking him and wrapping his arm around his shoulders and led him into the bathroom to help him in the tub after undressing him.

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klaudiusthorne:

klaudius felt as if he could reach out and touch ethan in his loneliness, be there for him in a way no one else could. he couldn’t possibly fill the gap inside ethan that longed for a lover that would stay, but he could be there as his sire–his mentor. both hands now cupped ethan’s cheeks as he lowered himself to one knee in front of the younger vampire. “ethan, i could compel you to forget him,” he said. he would have done it sooner had he known it would cause this much damage. “the heaviness in your heart will always be there, but he won’t cause you any pain anymore. i want what’s best for you.” he didn’t care for landon. he cared for ethan, and would do whatever it took to make sure that his sire was emotionally and mentally stable again. “time will heal everything.”

ethan had begun to realize one of his issues, he was afraid of being alone. he was afraid of losing every person he'd grown to have a connection with, or a relationship whether it be platonic or romantic. he didn't age while they perished as they grew older. it was hard, being around others and keeping the truth a secret. finding landon had been a opportunity to have someone there, forever. he took the opportunity when he could. of course without asking what landon thought. ethan was terribly tired of being alone, he wanted someone there - he wanted someone to love and someone who would love him. ethan's eyes flicked up to klaudius' face when he said that, eyes widening he shook his head wildly even after klaudius reached up to hold his face in his hands. "no." he said quickly, firmly. "i don't want that. i don't - i don't want to forget." a part of him understood, he understood klaudius thought this was in his best interest. "he hates me." the younger vampire said softly, there was a pang in his chest. his own sire, the boy who had been in love with him - hated him. it hurt. it hurt more than he would have liked to admit. "time heals nothing." he breaths out. "it just replaces memories." the man frowned.

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landongrcy:

he hadn’t drank a single drop of blood that night. due to his lethargy, landon fell asleep almost as if he had been drugged, and woke up next to ethan. it almost felt like a dream, and for a second he thought he was back in his apartment had it not been for ethan’s name that came into sight as soon as he glanced down. his joints creaked and his entire body ached as he slowly slipped out of bed, tiredly pulling on a random shirt and a pair of boxers to replace the bloodied panties he wore from the night before. he needed a shower but the last thing he wanted to do was wake ethan with the noise. so, he slipped into the kitchen and shakily poured himself a glass of orange juice to try and compensate, staring at the wounds around his wrists that hadn’t completely healed yet. memories of last night were still so vivid in his hazy mind, but as much as he wanted to escape, he knew he’d just burn under the sunlight. he was trapped.

at some point during the night the two of them drifted off to sleep - ethan had been unsuccessful in feeding his vampire that night and he didn't know how long he tried to coax the boy into feeding before they fell asleep tangled up together. by time morning rolled around ethan was alert and landon wasn't in bed beside him. just listening in, he could hear the others heartbeat so he slid out of bed and off to find him in the kitchen. "juice isn't what you need." he eventually says. "you need to feed - don't make me force feed you, landon." he was desperate - he needed something to go right. "please," he sighed out, fingers coming up to slide through his curls. "for me? there's more in the fridge, chilled and ready. animal blood and human." he added in.  

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klaudiusthorne:

he couldn’t believe the boy in front of him was the same ethan he had saved nearly two hundred years ago. he supposed every vampire had a different way of coping with an eternity of boredom, and obsession was ethan’s outlet. his heart ached for ethan–it really did–as all sires shared that emotional bond with those they turned, and vice versa. “you have to let him go, ethan,” klaudius grabbed the boy’s chin this time so they could make eye contact. he knew he was the last person ethan wanted to talk about this with, but he was probably the one person that he needed to find some semblance of inner peace. “he’s not yours. his life was never yours to take,” he spoke soothingly. “do you understand that? if you love him, if you truly love him, you’ll leave him be.” in the worst case scenario, he’d have to intervene to force them apart, but that was a trickier feat with a master who owned the younger vampire in the way. “he’s suffered enough,” klaudius paused and cupped the boy’s cheek, his thumb gently grazing over his sire’s cheekbone, a gesture that was rare for the cold-hearted vampire to show to boys. “you’ve suffered enough, ethan.”

at the suggestion of letting landon go ethan was shaking his head repeatedly, chanting no as his face was held still by a couple of fingers. “you just don’t get it.” he breathed out - landon was the first person he fell in love with after years of heartache, after being unable to trust his own instincts. he thought landon was the one, which was why they had to spend ogether forever, there was no way around it - landon was supposed to understand. “n-no that’s - that’s bullshit! that’s bullshit and you know it.” he choked back a sob, surprisingly enough he was still on his knees before his sire. the tears fell, he was leaning into the hand that was now cupping his cheek. “i just want someone to be happy with me. i want - i want someone to love.” why was it so hard for him to find that? “landon’s the one.” he swallows. 

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landongrcy:

his entire body hurt, but the worst part of it all was how his heart ached the most. he didn’t have a single fight in him left, not even the usual, playful glint in his eyes that was so trademark of himself. he was like a bleeding, hollow husk as he simply allowed ethan to lift him off the bloody sheets and onto his lap. he wiped at his damp cheeks, the gruesome wounds around his wrists smearing his own blood across his face as he did. it didn’t really matter now, did it? he had already lied in his own blood. landon was still shaking, tears just streaming down his bloodied face even if he didn’t even whimper or say a single word to the other male. he even rejected the blood, which wasn’t like him–or any young vampire–at all. he’d rather desecrate from hunger. he just turned his head away and rested it on ethan’s shoulder, curling his arms around the other male’s neck as if his life depended on it. he had to take himself away from here, which meant reminiscing, focusing on the parts of their relationship that had been good before ethan turned possessive and cruel. he thought of days cuddled up in rainy weather, their first kiss, and he couldn’t help but wipe his eyes again the more it hurt thinking about it. he wished… he wished he had never met ethan. he wished he had never met his gaze in that party. he wished he had never said ‘hello’ and smiled. he wished those happy memories didn’t give him as much comfort as it did.

ethan frowned deeply when he couldn't get the boy to feed, he simply turned away from him and refused the meal that would help him greatly - ethan didn't know what to do. he felt completely helpless, seeing how much damage he caused. what was he thinking. "you gotta....you gotta feed, landon." he tried again as the younger vampire circled his arms around his neck, and curled more against him. he was responsible for this boy, completely responsible - he had to care for him as his sire did for him yet....he was just hurting him. "i'm sorry. just...i just...had to make sure they all knew. you know, who you belong to. i don't want them getting any ideas, landon." he wrapped one arm around the boy, running a hand up and down along the length of his back. "please feed, drink. it'll make you feel better. i promise." If anything he could always force feed landon but what would that do but ruin their relationship further?

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enslavedhuntress:

“a FEW? ethan, you have ALL of them loose. sorry to break it for you, but you are NOT right in the head. i can tell you about a great therapist if you ever decide to seek help.” she said with a smile of her own, even though her blood was boiling. she felt scared, betrayed, hurt but most of all angry at BOTH of them. at herself for letting her heart dictate the way && at him for sending her here. “which people? the ones i killed, your friends? or the ones you did after i tried to kill you? i get them mixed up.” madison wanted him to feel pain, she wanted ethan to be reminded of the loss of his friends as well as all the people he had hurt. “you’re the monster here, if anything YOU deserve to be behind those bars.” she spat through clenched teeth, her grip on the bars tightening.

“a shrink? silly girl, those don’t ACTUALLY help.” a laugh ripped from the vampire - his feelings over the years had turned to pure anger towards this woman, a woman he connected with at one point. his laughter died down after a minute - he shook his head gently. “those friends were just distractions, you did me a favor.” he says, “you broke my heart.” he says - seriously. “i only let certain people in and you betrayed me.” he sounded legitimately hurt now. “i did nothing but love you.”

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klaudiusthorne:

it really was emotionally draining to punish his own sire. he didn’t want this and took no amusement in disciplining the boy as much as a parent dreaded scorning their own child. but this was one of his obligations and klaudius couldn’t risk letting loose his mentally unstable sire out to wreak havoc again. he waited as ethan brought him the thinner cane, taking one end into his hand. “word has it around devilwood that your sire’s been claimed,” klaudius said, assuming ethan knew. “i’ll have a word with his master, make sure he’s well taken care of, free from you.” if ethan would behave, klaudius wouldn’t kill landon, but he did feel the indirect obligation to compensate for what his careless sire had done. he felt the need to provide for the boy and teach what ethan couldn’t. “you… you’re another problem,” he said, tilting the boy’s chin up with the end of the cane. “you’ve become reckless, messy, and disrespectful. i need to teach you proper form again, make sure you don’t attempt something that foolish again without you having to fear the consequences.”

ethan froze when klaudius uttered those words. claimed? no...no that couldn’t be right. he was supposed to be the one who claimed landon. the vampire’s mouth fell open, unable to form a proper thought, and sentence. free from you. claimed. the words continued to play on repeat in his head, he barely heard all of what his sire was saying. ethan’s hands were shaking badly - he was angry, emotional - someone else had his boy. when klaudius guided his head up with the cane he’d see the tears in his eyes - they hadn’t fallen yet. “he’s mine.” he said again - firmly. “he’s mine. they--they can’t have him klaudius. they can’t take what i made.” he curled his fingers over into his palms. another problem. messy, disrespectful. he turned his head quickly, looking away from the man. who didn’t seem like he cared much to hear what he was saying. “i have to get him back.” he breathed out, completely disregarding what the other said near the end, in one ear and out the other. “we’re meant to be, let me go get him!” he pleaded. “please, klaudius.”

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landongrcy:

landon had never experienced this level of pain before. the blade cutting through his flesh deep enough to slice through the first layer of skin was excruciating enough, but the salve blew it out of the water. it felt like his skin was boiling when the cream was applied, and landon nearly passed out purely from his senses overloading on pain. he was sure anyone standing outside ethan’s cabin would think someone was dying inside by how loudly and desperately landon was crying out. he was an incoherent mess, sobbing and screaming through the entire procedure because the pain never got any better. when his skin finally bore the finished name in blood-red and the burn ebbed, landon was still shaking like a leaf, his heart about to combust from how fast it was racing. he couldn’t even look ethan in the eyes and lied there limp and weak, his gaze turned to the nighttime scenery outside the windows. it was his one salvation from hell, to project himself away from here, out of this burning, dying body. ethan had truly broken him.

ethan paced for the next ten minutes. back and forth, back and forth. hands twitching nervously at his sides as his emotions came flooding back. “what did you do?” he raked his fingers through his hair, tugging roughly at the curls. “look at what you did to him.” he breathed out, finally turning to go into the bathroom and get a wet cloth and then returned to landon’s bedside, eyes watering up as he looked at the others posture, his facial expressions. he was hurting - and ethan was indirectly hurting now. his bond. “princess,” he spoke softly, slowly working the rag over the wound to wipe away the salve. “you did so good, baby.” he says, eyes lighting up some when he see it did in fact scar over. maybe it was worth it. ethan climbed on the bed beside the boy and pulled landon into his lap after removing the ropes, a hand coming up to stroke back the others damp hair, leaning in he kissed his forehead, closing his eyes. “daddy’s sorry he put your through that.” he tells him, reaching over he grabbed one of the bags of blood - opening it he held it to the boys lips. “drink up.” it’d heal the rope burn. “go on, drink.” he urged, frowning lightly.

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keegan-matthews:

“Really now? When exactly did I say that?” Keegan asked him, hints of sarcasm creeping into his voice. “Don’t forget to add cocky to that list.” The blonde told him.

“cocky, arrogant, confident...” he listed off some of his better qualities. “now who are you?” he asks, a change of subject for now.

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wyattgibson:

“I-I just don’t want to be touched.” Wyatt said as he frowned. He backed away from the master and hoped that he would understand.

“and you think i care, why?” he asks, reaching out to snatch the boy by the wrist and tug him close. his other hand coming up to brush the boys cheek. “you’re so young.” he murmurs. 

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enslavedhuntress:

madison chewed on the inside of her cheek, as she watched ethan dismissing the man who was guarding her. it was funny, how in the beginning she’d put up a fight && even be thrown in solitary a few times for acting out. && now, she felt so normal about everything. slowly tilting her head to the left, hazel eyes traveled up his frame before her gaze met his. “i had a feeling it was you, after all the last thing i remembered was YOUR face.” the brunette couldn’t hide that it did sting that he had sent her here but she couldn’t let emotions get the best of her for a SECOND time. “killers like me? said the blood-thirsty vampire. are you happy now? does my enslavement bring you joy? if yes, then you are one VERY troubled person.”

if madison thought there was any way she wouldn’t be punished for her actions, he was ready to laugh right in her face. childish, but she crushed him. ethan focused his gaze down on the huntress behind bars - smiling wildly when she suggested he was a troubled person. “i MAY have a FEW marbles loose.” he paused, his smile remaining on his features “you do know those people died because of you, yes? it was your fault.” and the most recent ones were landon’s. he didn’t like feeling pain. others had to feel what he felt. 

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enslavedhuntress:

“it’s cute how you try to intimidate me && all that. if you want sex, just ask for it. if you want to fight, give me a knife && open my cell.“ madison said simply, as she got up from her bed && walked towards the bars, wrapping her long fingers around them. “so?”

ethan’s head turned in the direction of the woman’s voice - he knew that voice. one he’s searched for for quite some time now. “you’re dismissed.” he says to the guard that was bothering her. “oh, maddie.” ethan sighed out. “nearly forgot i had you sent here...you were slipping through my fingers for so long...” he dragged his tongue along his bottom lip slowly. this place is perfect for killers like you.”

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landongrcy:

“you killed me, ethan!” landon tried to scream some sense into the other male, but it was obvious he wasn’t listening. “you fucking snapped my neck!”  of course he had to leave. of course he had to run away, and this only proved that he was never safe around ethan and his unhealthy obsession for him. tears clung to his lower lashes, dripping over as he tried to reason with ethan with every method he knew how. he tried swearing, begging, and even professing his love, but nothing stopped the blade from cutting into his flesh. though he could heal quickly, nothing stopped the actual pain. he gasped and screamed out, the vervain ropes nearly searing through his flesh and against his bone as he struggled harder. he was in so much pain that he wanted to black out, but his regenerative healing always kept him from the threshold of fainting, making him suffer through every painful second. “e-e-ethan–” he stuttered between sobs, his mind going white from the searing burn. “stop, you’re hurting me, p-please.” 

ethan sighed out a slightly shaky breath, willing his hands to stop shaking. he couldn’t mess this up, they had to be nice, even, not jagged cuts so it could be clearly read. “it won’t take long, baby.” ethan hushed, eyes focusing down on the cut he already began and started to drag the blade through his skin and created the first letter E. “now stay still, love. i don’t want to have to re-do this. you wouldn’t want that, would you? to suffer through this twice?” once the E was complete ethan dipped two gloved fingers into the salve sitting at the bed side and smeared it across the fresh wound - that pain alone would probably be worse than the carving itself. vervain was a vampires true weakness - ethan became steadily quieter as time passed - blood dripped and rolled down onto his bed, he made a mental note of having it replaced since there was much to just clean up. he should have covered the bed with plastic sheets - “stay with me princess. just about done.” he says as he smeared the salve over the N. “this has to stay on for about ten minutes. so it’ll scar properly.”

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klaudiusthorne:

judging by ethan’s violent reaction, klaudius assumed he had touched a rather sensitive area of his heart. in retrospect, all klaudius could make were threats, but his sire probably knew by now that he had ways to make ends meet, and wouldn’t hesitate to make his threats a reality, if need be. “because of your careless actions, he may be sentenced here forever. an eternity of this,” he scorned the younger vampire. “i’ve raised you to control your blood lust and taught you how to hunt,” klaudius said, grabbing ethan by the nape of his neck to jerk him off of the table. the stake went right through him again as the master didn’t care to remove it before yanking ethan off of the table. “that is the responsibility of every sire. have you been doing yours?” klaudius was convinced ethan had only bitten the young vampire to keep him forever, and ignored the obligations that came with the sire bond. “an untrained, aimless vampire is better off dead to me,” the older vampire muttered as he grabbed a seat for himself and pushed a clean hand through his hair. “now, ethan, fetch me that cane, and present it to me on your knees.” 

slowly ethan began to understand what it was that was agitating his sire so much - because ethan had been so careless, and didn’t care about anyone other than himself. when he decided to turn landon he didn’t give him a choice. now it was a very big possibility he would be stuck at devilwood and forced to serve a life sentence as a slave. not only that, but ethan wasn’t teaching him. not as klaudius did with him. klaudius put so much time into him - so much energy and emotion into raising him and this was what he went and did. a strong grip circled his neck before he was jerked up from his position of lying across the table, the stake going right through his shoulder. in the end it was still stuck upright in the table - and ethan was temporarily paralyzed with pain. hissing, and biting down against his  tongue. “no.” he admitted after gathering himself enough, the hole was already beginning to heal and stitch itself close. his back was pale, smooth, free of welts that had been there moments earlier. “yes, sir.” he grounded out, walking away with his head down - klaudius had the resources to make his threats a promise - he couldn’t disobey. landon’s life was at line, and possibly his own. and he wanted nothing more than to please his sire at this point. ethan pulled away the bloody and mangled shirt before rummaging around for what he was sent to get. ethan was soon back in front of his maker, sinking down onto his knees with a light thud. opened palms offered it up to him silently, refusing to look him in the eye. 

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paigexcross:

“Yeah, no.” Paige tried to back away from him, her voice remaining firm as she looked him in the eye. These masters thoughts they could take whoever they want. “You can’t touch any part of me unless I say so. I’m not a slave, so just back off.” 

“i pay to be here and to do what i want.” ethan said flatly. a civilian then. “why are you not working? shouldn’t you be busy doing your job rather than wandering around uselessly?” he asked as he stepped closer.

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vcldornan:

Val watched as he motioned for the guard. At first, she was excited, thinking she would be getting out of the cell. But it was when he stepped in and closed the door behind him that she took a step back. His question was a simple one, but yet she found herself afraid to answer him. “A few days, sir.” She said gently. 

“only a few days? has anyone played with you yet? are you aware of what you are now?” a toy, a piece of property. he smiles lightly, one that would surely make the red head uncomfortable as he stepped towards her slowly.