“Then You Should Not Have Trusted A Vampire”
Featuring Segan Alam and Bastien
(Segan Alam) | Swoosh. A warm, soothing breeze swept over the land, earth flowing along with it. Scintillating stars gildded the ink black void, surrounding the ever brillitant moon which casted it's light down from the heavens above. Alam took his sweet time as he strolled into the fields of Brittia. His gaze lingered on the stars above, glad to see that his inital claim of it being a beautiful night wasn't misconstrued. Due to the moon's illumination, the wolf's entire body was drowned in a blue glow, giving him a more innocent look than normal. His tail swayed slowly behind him as his ears relaxed on top of his head, clearly expressing just how comfortable he was being here. Surprisingly, the fae didn't mind his presence too much. As long as he didn't dig where digging wasn't permitted, then all was well. Now, there was no time for digged. Brown eyes flickered back to the man he brought along with him and the boy bit his lip. Last time the met, it was but for a brief moment. While Alam knew better than to judge a book by it's cover, this man didn't seem to be a threat. Hopefully he wouldn't be. Brown hair flowed in the breeze as his skin was carresed with the gentle touch, his shirt moving with the wind. black shorts adorned his slim legs and he wore sandals on his feet in an effort to stay comfortable.
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(Bastien) | Following the boy was a process less hindering than he first imagined. While it would have been quicker to travel by other means, Bastien could not find it within himself to be overly impatient or irate for this pace. Throughout the walk, he had kept his hands deep within the bounds of his pockets. His posture was relaxed as they moved, eyes half shut and mouth set to a relaxed smile. Each breath brought with it a myriad of scents wafting on the air, suspended in the aether. That was perhaps his favourite part about the open air; the clarity it held. Lumeria, while comfortable in its variety of life, was so polluted that it tended to feel stifling. He had yet to explore Thule, but he imagined it would be less open than this place. Sweet succulence tickled his palette, nearly sending the man into a mouth-watering state. This city had to house some form of Fae, he could taste them in the air. Dark lashes fluttered over deeply hued orbs as he continued to breathe in, torturing himself with the frenzy-inducing aromas. Canting his head to the side, the vampire caught his companion in his gaze. The boy seemed so young, so docile in the moon's pleasant glow. "Do you travel this realm much?" he inquired softly, the deep notes of his voice reverberating in his chest. "I imagine you might, with your knowledge of proper nighttime sight-seeing." There was a tinge of amusement to his voice, difficult to place, but there nonetheless.
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(Segan Alam) | Ah, that look. Brown eyes studied the man before him, carefully dissecting every single detail that he drank in. A strong jaw, slight beard and moustache, piercing eyes that seemed to pull him in even if his body stayed in it's current position. At the question, his ears perked up and faced towards the man, "I do, actually. Suddene and Brittia happen to be my favorite sectors. Thule... I'm not really welcome there. Lumeria isn't prime night-watching territory and fucking Diabolous." Venom dripped from his last two words and there was hate in his eyes. Had the boy been there more than once, he'd probably like the area a lot more, but no. Getting attacked once dulled one's bias. The aroma of this sector quickly soothed his tension and nerves, a pleased grin tugging at his thin, pink lips. One of his canine teeth poked out of his mouth and his hands clasped together behind him. By now, Alam could tell the man wasn't formal in an ostentatious sort of way... No, the correct word to be used was debonair. However, due to that little fact, Alam was on edge. People were not what they seemed and the boy found out the hard way that the classiest of people were truly the most dangerous.
(Bastien) | Nodding his head, the man soaked in the knowledge with little expression. The question was a portal, an opening, a way to break the ice. Even still, this boy was so tense around him, so nervous. His lips threatened to twist into a wry smirk, mind whispering As he should be. When he spoke of Diabolous - Bastien had not yet ventured to the city's limits -, curiosity piqued within the man. Faint embers of intrigue lit, a delicate flame that threatened to bloom into a raging inferno, one that could consume him with the greatest of ease. Rather than question Alam on the matter, he let it slide, instead murmuring, "You could calm yourself. The way your heart is beating, you'd think I was going to eat you alive." A laugh, full and deep, left his lips to permeate the air, as though the very thought were preposterous. Leaning down so that his eyes were on a closer level to the wolf's, he loosed a faintly crooked grin, an almost boyish expression. "I assure you," the man all but purred in dulcet tones, "you have nothing to worry about in my presence." Soothing people was something of a talent he held, and it would be luck that it held true tonight. His voice had that quality, one that lulled the people around him into a sense of security.
(Segan Alam) | Those first words completely threw Alam for a loop. Had he been able to tell that the boy was extremely tense and nervous? Clearly he had. Either he was a lousy actor or this man was far more keen than he originally deduced. Maybe an escape plan was in order. Before the wolf let his thoughts consume him, his lids slid shut for mere moments as he inhaled deeply, exhaling just as slowly. Once his eyes reopened, the boy's heart rate calmed down and his demeanor changed into one that was more relaxed. That was it, he had to appear calm. No matter what, his guard could not be broken. As the proximity of their faces grew smaller, Alam held his breathe, but also his ground. Backing away was shameful. Curious eyes watched the expressions closely slid over the male's face with ease as his ears listened to his smooth voice. It sure did make him want to believe that he was completely okay and that there was nothing to fear. However, in the back of his sub concious, there was a little voice yelling at him to run away and never look back. That voice grew louder and louder, but Alam ignored it. "I don't have to worry? Are you sure about that?" Then it struck Alam, they never discussed what their races were.
(Bastien) | Closer and closer he leaned, to the point that his breath could wash over the boy's face in cool waves. Eyes unblinking and smile without falter, he shook his head. Dark strands threatened to fall into his eyes, caressing the olive skin of his brow. "Positive. I'm harmless," he paused, leaning back a fraction before adding, "when fed." Another laugh broke free from the vampire, this one lower and husked. It had been a small while since he last fed, and he could use a top-up but it wasn't necesary. Bastien took a single step closer to the boy, content to close the distance even if he backed away. "You have nothing to fear, little wolf." The words rolled off his tongue, a sinful lie draped in satin, sliding past his lips readily and caressing the air with tender touch. There was a glint in his eye, the barest hint of something lying beneath the polite veneer he presented, but it was hidden deep, deep within. Control was key in his life, something not only mastered, but held above all else. Frenzies weren't exactly his modus operandi, and he preferred to keep it that way. Acting in such a manner would bring forth the wrath of a populace, and Bastien was enjoying this realm. He had noted a shift in the boy's breathing and heart, but it suited him to let it lie. Circumstances could be twisted to his own devices. If he wanted the boy's blood pumping, he could make it happen.
(Segan Alam) | The closer the vampire got, the more nervous the wolf became. How could he so easily just move in without flinching in the slightest? What was Sebastian? Light brown eyes gazed into deep blue ones, the boys breathe catching a bit. There was only one other person that ever got this close to him and that was Theo. However, they were acutely different. Right now, there was the feeling of losing himself tonight. Those endless pools of blue easily pulled him in. No matter how desperately his conscience was telling him not to fall for his words, his heart and mind were being slowly hypnoized by his voice and eyes. His lids slipped half-shut as the other spoke and when he heard 'when fed', that's when an ignored 'warning' flag went up. This man was not to be trusted. Don't trust him. You trust him, he inwardly thought to himself. Their close standing didn't bother him in the least anymore. "If you say I have nothing to fear, then so be it, Sebastian." He muttered softly and looked around the area. Not a single soul besides the two now stood anywhere close. In retrospect, it would've been a decent idea to tell someone where he was headed instead of going to a completely desolate place. However, Alam was raised with the belief that there was good in everyone. To trust people even if they seem negative. Show kindness and it shall be received back.
(Bastien) | A single hand lifted toward the boy's face, thin fingers - eons of piano - brushing over the youthful features with delicacy. Never a moment did he allow himself to blink, needing to keep the boy spellbound and compliant. "Call me Bastien," he breathed, the arm not already on the boy moving to wrap around his waist loosely. Along the slope of Alam's smooth jaw, down the gentle glide of his neck, and over the hollow of his neck did slim digits travel, trailing paths over and around in slow motion. "What would you like to do now? Here we are, a beautiful evening to gaze at the sky, but there is something missing. Don't you agree?" The timbre of his voice had changed once more, deeper even than before, ebbing and flowing as if a tide under the moon. Bastien's head diped so that his nose could brush slowly against the boy's cheek and jaw, nostrils flaring as he inhaled slowly. Naïvety smelt so wonderful, the perfume of innocence lingering on this helpless little wolf's form. An ache formed in his jaws, familiar and welcomed this evening. Enamel shifted, giving subtle creaks as canines enlongated, dipping to meet his lower lip. "I could show you something interesting, something exciting," Bastien promised, malevolence hidden behind layers of sugary enchantment. Give in, it whispered, give yourself over to me. You'll be fine.
(Segan Alam) | Beguling persuasion was the weapon of choice to use against the painfully innoxious wolf. It was taking a grand toll on the poor soul and soon, he'd be nothing but putty in the vampires grasp. He was the man falling for a siren's song. Those feather light touches caused the boy to shiver lightly, but never once did he pull away. Nineteen years of age and this was one of the more intimate moments in his life. Theo wasn't like this with him. No one was. This was beyond what anyone offered to him. When that arm wrapped around his waist and those fingers traced lies into his skin, Alam knew he was caught- there was no escape. "Bastien..." It was a nice name to say, which wasn't favorable. Unexpected questions penetrated his eardrums and seeped into his mind. What would he like to do? Stay like this, held by someone that he only met on one other occasion? What exactly could be missing? "What... could possibly be missing?" But dear lord, his voice was starting to have an affect that it really shouldn't on the boys body and mind. Why did is sound so sultry and deep? The boy's breathe caught when his cheek was nuzzled against, his own hands reaching up to lightly grasp the back of the vampire's shirt. Innocence, virginal, sinless- All words used to describe Alam. As of now, the boy had gone untouched and had been completely unaware of the world of pleasure. Sin never seeped into his life but this embrace oozed taboo. "Describe what would be so... exciting, Bastien.." Close, so close.
(Bastien) | After nose came lips, silken and sweet, each brush of the smooth skin against the boy's face like the embrace of a ghost. His own body is cool to the touch, and Alam's form is a pleasant contrast each gentle press a kiss of life, of warmth; sunlight pouring from an open window on a cool autumn evening. To and fro his lips traveled, dragging open-mouthed kisses toward his ear. Teeth gently gripped the lobe, nibbling there as he breathed slowly into the boy's ear, speaking with pause and care, "Something enticing, little wolf, something delicious." The final word was nigh groaned, arm about his waist pulling the boy tighter to his larger form. It took considerable effort to exercise control as the moments passed, hunger calling to him with desperate tones. Jaw aching and mind nearing frenzy, Bastien let go of the wolf's ear and traveled downward over his neck, gifting small bites as he went. "Would you permit me a taste, little wolf? Do you want this?" the vampire asked, each word growling and husked. He desired this so deeply that he may actually kill the boy. What did it matter either way? Nobody knew they were here, nobody would come to save the boy. For all the world knew, he was alone on a walk. As Alam had said, he took walks all the time. Hot breaths paused at the column of Alam's neck, chilled skin nuzzling there, lips pressing in an almost reverent fashion. Sebastien prided himself on the ability to keep his needs in check, and he would not drink until the boy responded.
(Segan Alam) | Each chilling press of lips to his heated skin had his heart beating fervidly. With every second that passed, a new experience blossomed. Timid ears flattened against his head, his tail stopping it's movements and curling a bit into himself. Those kisses were soft and promising, bug deep down the wolf knew that this could continue no longer. There was that small part of him that death was right around the corner, waiting to reap his soul. When his ear lobe was bitten and nibbled on, a small, almost too quiet sound emitted into the cooling night. Pondering eyes gazed up into the endless twinkling sky above them. It was as if they were the only two in the world, showered in soft moonlight and chilled air. As the first phrase entered his ear, a shiver disseminated throughout his body and his hands twitched a bit on the man's back while his body was forced closer. This man was cool to the touch and it contrasted his body enough in an odd way. Cold sucks the heat in. What was Bastien planning to do to the poor inexperienced wolf? Every little bite to his sensitive neck evoked soft, fluctant sounds to pass his lips; but every sound he made had his face grewing a darker shade of red and his tail moved between his legs. Curiosity, fear, and slight arousal radiated off the canine's body. "Would you do it anyways if I said no?" Was there really a way to say no? Was he really being given an option to a one answer question? It felt like if he said no, this would be more painful than necessary. "Though I feel like I can't say no... You're a dangerous man, Bastien..." The body swallowed thickly.
(Bastien) | Every reaction the boy gave was an indicator of success, so much so that smug delight was etching itself into his hidden features. With practiced motions, the coarse black facial hair rubbed against a tender neck, followed by the course of lengthy teeth ghosting over that supple flesh. He could have groaned for the sensation of derma against his fangs; nigh orgasmic to the monstrous man. Many had often made playful jibes to his enjoyment of their eating habits, teasingly calling him a lech and a deviant. As if they did not experience the raw sensuality that came from piercing another body with their own, his mind surrated, each word punctuated by a dull throb in his teeth. A proper groan called from his throat this time, animalistic and needy. The question had his forehead pressing to the boy's neck and slow, deep breaths being taken in. "No," he lied effortlessly, "the choice is always yours." Give prey a false sense of security, that was how he had been taught. Make it their choice to give blood, and they will give it willingly. Offer the façade of control, and lambs will flock to the slaughter. Great reluctance hung on the action of his head lifting from Alam's neck, but the man committed to the action. His eyes, darker still in the evening as pupils had overtaken irises, stared down into the boy's dull pools of umber. "I have told you that you are safe with me, Alam." A half-truth is still a lie.. "Do you not want this?" There was a form of sorrow in his features now, cavernous and wallowing as if the boy had wounded him greatly. "I can leave, if you wish." He was not wont to resort to violence for his feeds, but he was not opposed to it. This boy was young and feeble in comparison to his age and power, it would not be difficult.
(Segan Alam) | Dear lord, someone save him. Someone please come and rescue the poor wolf that was about to agree to something that will leave him dead. Not even Theo could come to his rescue. Uneasiness was constricting around his very soul, but alas, there was next to nothing he could do about it. Everything taking place right here in the fields of Brittia was seen as taboo by every means. Vampires and lycan were supposed to stay miles away from each other. To feed off another was seen as not only taboo, but blasphemous. Anything spawning from the actions would be seen as a disgrace. Would feeding off the other breed be worse than committing adultry? That might've depended on the person and their moral standing. But, to either race and to anyone that was strong in the war, both Alam and Bastien would've been ostracized, or worse. Hearing that animalistic groan made Alam's knees go weak as his head tilted to the side, brown locks falling to the side as more of his neck was exposed for the vampire. What are you doing? Stop before you've dug yourself too deep a hole. He's going to kill you. His mind pleaded, but his heart answered in kind, You want to experience this. Being fed from is the ultimate act of treason and rebellion. Haven't you always wanted that? To rebel? A whimper of discomfiture escaped his lips as he tried his best to figure out what to do. While his heart and mind fought, his body seized the moment and wholly gave itself up. "I..." Pools of ecru became engulfed by the void of his pupils and stared back into endless deep oceans the other possessed, signifying his want to be fed from. The way Bastien carried himself made Alam believe it was near impossible to decline. There was no escaping his fate. A fate he chose himself the moment he offered to bring the blood sucker here, "You leave no room to object... I want this, I just don't want to die..." Ah, the main source of his turmoil. Eradication, extermination- Death.
(Bastien) Unaware of the moral war raging in the boy's mind, Bastien continued to stand in silence, waiting for his response. At the weakening of knees, his arm around the boy clutched tighter, pressing that small body to his own. In the process, Alam appeared to bare his neck to the man, bringing forth a shudder from his entire form. Gods. Hearing the whimper, he shushed the boy, cooing at him softly, "It's okay, I know when to stop. You will be fine, you won't even hurt after the initial moment." His voice had that hypnotic quality once more, and further sweet nothings were given to the boy, attempts to keep him calm. A rapidly beating heart caused feedings to go faster, and he was partial to keeping them slow, intimate, savourable. Slowly, ever so slowly, the man dipped his head once more, simultaneously drawing the wolf close to him. Pale lips parted and pearl teardrops gleamed in the moonlit evening. They caressed supple skin slowly, teasingly dragging. Impatience took over the man though, and soon he found purchase, sinking his teeth into the willing young body before him. Warmth flooded his mouth, pouring in and drenching each part with sanguine delight. Near blackened eyes rolled back behind closing lids, a primal groan of euphoria making its muffled self known. Corded arms pulled Alam ever tighter to him, flush against his lean body while the blood drained from his veins. Bastien took this process slowly, each draw of blood savoured before it was swallowed. Even with the taint of wolf, it was delicious, the perfect meal for this evening. While it hadn't been exceptionally difficult to lull the boy into his arms, he could take part in enjoyment of his success. This was more than a meal for the man; it was a victory in every sense. A victory over will, over hunger, over those wretched beasts that polluted his world. I just don't want to die... The words echoed in his mind, sickeningly naive. Then you should not have trusted a vampire.
