#( thaddeus. )

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Edmund’s bottom lip quivered as he was forced to watch, which was the reaction that the older vampire was hoping to evoke. Hurting the boy physically wasn’t good enough this time around. No; this time, he was getting his feelings hurt. It was a mental pain… an emotional pain. Those scarred worse than anything physical. They didn’t heal in seconds.

When the wrist was offered to him, Thaddeus smirked, and after making sure that the two little vampires were looking at one another, he lowered himself until his mouth covered the wound. As he sucked on it, his grip on the boy’s arm became iron-like. The blood tasted good… so, so good. Warm, and so very sweet. It was euphoric, quite like eating something different after having the same thing, consistently, for too long. Edmund’s blood was good, yes, but this was something else entirely, for that very reason. Thaddeus didn’t stay on the wrist for too long. A few seconds, perhaps. He pulled himself off. It didn’t stop there, however.

His hands went up and gripped the blonde’s shoulders, yanking him down. After he snarled, ‘keep looking’, into his ear, he buried his fangs into the boy’s skin. Multiple sharp teeth, stabbing simultaneously into his throat to access his blood. It tasted just as good, but felt even better. He sucked to the point where, were the boy human, he would have gotten a nasty bruise. Actually, he would have died. Some blood escaped and trickled down to pool at his 'donor’s’ clavicle. It would overflow and run down his chest. The old vampire’s fangs made too many puncture wounds, and he very often made a mess because his mouth couldn’t hold all of the blood. Thaddeus had been feeding on other vampires for centuries, and could control the fact that the act tended to stimulate arousal. He felt it now, naturally, but ended it with a thought. A single thought. And so ended his feeding.

Edmund couldn’t do much more than watch in terror. At first, he thought that it wasn’t too bad. Thaddeus had let Rory do the biting himself, which was unlike him. Nonetheless, his eyes welled up. It was when his Sire bit into his boyfriend’s neck that his tears spilled over and he made a strangled noise. That was the 'more’ that he had expected, and it was hurting him tremendously to see it. His brown eyes were wide and tearful, and his heart felt like it was breaking. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!

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deathnwine

As he watched the cat leave, the older vampire sniffed in distaste. Lowly creatures, werecats. (Shapeshifters, in general.) They were much less compliant than their mangy canine brethren. In his opinion, that made them worse. When it came down to it, they were all nothing but animals. Thaddeus looked back to the two young vampires, who were just... sitting in bed. How disgraceful. It was dark. Surely they had better things to do. Now that he thought about it, why was there a 'they'? Oh, no. There should only be an 'Edmund'.

The man rubbed his temples, as if he could get a headache, before he steepled his fingers. He always held himself highly, even when he was alone. Then he laced all of his fingers, with the exception of his indexes. Those were being used to point at the blonde who sat beside his little blood slave. It looked like a finger-gun, but with the thumbs folded. "You're going to tell me who you are. Right now." Then he was pointing at Edmund. "And you are going to explain yourself. Don't tell me that you did not Turn him. His blood smells of yours." As was how it worked with the Sire bond. This boy had Edmund's blood within him, and he always would. It was fused with his own. Similarly, Edmund's blood smelled of the older vampire in the room's, but mixed with his own. It made them connected. All of them now, it would seem.

Edmund went back to staring at Rory. His hand sought out the other boy's beneath the covers, careful not to disturb the surface. They were close enough for it to work. Holding his boyfriend's hand, he swallowed hard as the man who he never wanted Rory to meet was, well, meeting him. It was far from friendly, despite the older vampire's tone. Anyone who could speak so casually while radiating so much darkness and evil was someone to be feared. Respected, but feared. Edmund knew better than to cross Thaddeus, so he found his voice. "I Turned him a few years ago." He was lying, but he often did and got away with it. Rory would notice that his boyfriend responded to his Sire similar to how one would to a commanding officer. Attentive, good posture, clear words, eyes forward. Even though he was sitting in a bed. "But he needed somewhere to go as of the beginning of this week, so I let him come here." It was a good enough lie, and hopefully it would hold up.

The smaller brunette looked over at the blonde again. Please, lie if you need to. He can't know that you were Turned so soon. He'll connect the pieces, and he can't connect the pieces.

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deathnwine

There it was. That… heartbeat. Admittedly, he felt a bit like a dimwit for not realizing sooner. It was far enough away to sound like the heartbeat of a mouse or a rat, which were common in the hallways of the building. But no; this creature was bigger. About the size of an infant, perhaps, but the pulsations of the heart were different. Was someone daft enough to think that they could keep a living creature in the building without him finding out eventually? The feeling of foolishness disappeared as quickly as it had come. Now he had to go investigate, and get rid of this animal.

The vampire left his own apartment and let his ears lead him downstairs. When he came to a halt in front of Edmund’s door, he made a small growling noise. One would think that the boy would know better. Apparently, he did not. Maybe he was long overdue for a wake-up call. Thaddeus put his hand on the doorknob and got the door open easily. It hardly mattered if it was locked.

Peering inside, his eyes instantly fell on a red hairball. A red hairball with a heartbeat. The heartbeat. “You cannot be serious.” Maybe there was someone present, and maybe there wasn’t. He could have been addressing the air, for all he knew. His eyes were on the pest. “I have to get rid of it now, you realize.”

[wildyxxth]

thaddeus: strengths.

accelerated probability — the ability to sense all the variables of any situation, predict outcomes and what choices one should make. senses projected paths, illuminates possible courses of actions, and can foresee the best or worst tactic.

blessing inducement ( luck, luck bestowal ) — the ability to bless anyone and produce positive effects by bringing good luck to people and granting wishes. can be malevolent in nature if the wrong path is chosen.

die rolling — the ability to use the roll of a die to change probability and possibly reality itself. any number could make a positive and negative outcome, such as odd numbers causing a negative outcome and even numbers causing positive outcomes.

curse inducement ( jinx ) — the ability to place a curse on whatever the user wishes. exact effects can be nearly anything he can think of, ranging from minor annoyances to tortuously extended deaths. misfortune or bad luck, various illnesses, physical defects/ugliness are the most common effects, but traditional magical curses can also be used.

luck absorption — the ability to absorb the “luck energy” within objects or people, unintentionally or intentionally.

stability manipulation — the ability to alter and control the stability of things ( i.e. buildings, mountains, people’s health, etc ).

quantum precognition — the ability to perceive all the outcomes of a situation at any given time.

self detonation — the user builds up immense energy and pressure within the body, and then literally causes themselves to explode. the body falls apart piece by piece, and then recollects itself within the hour. triggered by over-stimulation.