Another type of madness

Nick Cutler. A vampire solicitor who is addicted to human blood You may have thought I died- got murdered but I did not, I managed to get out when no one was looking and I hid until I had healed. [Tags: vampirexsolicitor ]

[vampirexsolicitor]

// Sorry. Shall reply in the morning. I've had a really busy day and I am tired

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Dont know about my Muses' past?

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[vampirexsolicitor]

"It's you".

Although some what shocked, a creepy style grin crossed his lips as Cutler wandered over to Hal, His Maker and patted his shoulders as if making sure he was real.

Maybe Hal thought the same after all Nick was supposed to be dead only he was not, he had managed to escape and by drinking blood as well as being patient, he began to heal.

All he had left was burns down the left side of his neck and on the back of his hands but they were healing too.

[vampirexsolicitor]

// Just got 100 new icons. Happy

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Having been strapped in the chair for over a month now, Cutler felt incredibly weak, sweat moistened his brow as he slowly lifted his head up, he was in their basement and thirsty. Not just for blood but water too.

Hal pushed open the basement door. He would sort out the rust, making the door a little easier to open but then again, that defeats the object. He looked over to Cutler, seeing the state he were in. “Well. You look unwell.”

[vampirexsolicitor]

"No. I am perfectly fine". Slight sarcasm oozed from his tone, he was fed up, still the illusion of Rachel stood in the corner, Never moving and never leaving, eyes red from the constant tears that he wished would stop. "Can I get out?". He asked, hoping he could be let out.

[vampirexsolicitor]

Luckily it was a werewolf and not a human or he would have to drain someone else."Seems I have".

[divxdedarchive]

     Now that the man had turned around George could tell that it wasn’t ketchup on his face. Bugger all, he’d stepped in to the wrong alleyway. While backing up a couple of steps he made a mental note not to take shortcuts anymore. “O-oh— um, sorry to bother you. Didn’t mean to interrupt your… meal. As it were.”

[vampirexsolicitor]

This was quite peculiar. A werewolf who seemed to be worried, who was backing away. "Not to worry mate". Cutler spoke as he pulled out a handkerchief and started to wipe his mouth. "She was someone I worked with". He mentioned, pointing to the corpse.

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     ”Terribly sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but you’ve got something on your face. Just there.”

[vampirexsolicitor]

Luckily it was a werewolf and not a human or he would have to drain someone else."Seems I have".

[vampirexsolicitor]

"64 years and only now do I find out Rachel was pregnant".

[ofscienceandsupernaturals]

"Rachel was your wife wasn’t she? Oh Cutler I’m so sorry." She hugged him.

[vampirexsolicitor]

Feeling the hug. It was strange but he accepted it. “Thank you”. He said in a small whisper.

[ofscienceandsupernaturals]

"…Did you ever see her again? Or did she pass over?"

[vampirexsolicitor]

"I do not know. I have not seen her but I hope she has passed over as I do not want her seeing me as a monster".

[vampirexsolicitor]

"64 years and only now do I find out Rachel was pregnant".

[ofscienceandsupernaturals]

"Rachel was your wife wasn’t she? Oh Cutler I’m so sorry." She hugged him.

[vampirexsolicitor]

Feeling the hug. It was strange but he accepted it. "Thank you". He said in a small whisper.

[vampirexsolicitor]

Old days | Cutler & Lord Harry

[vampirexsolicitor]

Hearing the familiar yet highly annoying voice caused a sigh to leave his lips as he lifted his head up and looked over to the older vampire in question, oh how Cutler wanted to show him a piece of his mind. Never fight though. He was not exactly good at that although much better with his words and he was sure he could say something intelligent which would only annoy Fergus because he would not understand it especially solicitor talk.

Gifts. That caught his attention but decided against even talking back to the idiot after all there was no point. It was true that Fergus was a favourite of Harry’s more so then Cutler and he would just get yelled at or even worse so he just looked away.

That was until he felt the familiarity of a hand upon his shoulder causing him to look up seeing Lord Harry, noticing the gesture, Cutler could only give a dark glare towards Fergus as he walked away, muttering foul language under his breathe.

Getting up and following his Maker towards the office, a small gulp slipped down his throat as he wondered what to say, he did not really have an explanation and he had done this a few times already so Cutler knew Harry was most likely getting fed up of him.

"I..I don’t really have anything to say". Cutler stuttered slightly, always feeling intimidated by Harry though he had a very good reason for that, he could snap his neck with a touch.

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He took a long look at his young offspring. A wicked grin crossed his features. This was not the Cutler he wanted to see, the sniveling pandering baby that Hal resented. However, it was all just a matter of time. A matter of killings to fix this.

He clapped the solicitor on the back approvingly nonetheless. As if to reassure him, ‘everything was fine’. A shrill scream came from outside of his office, causing him to suppress the urge to roll his eyes. He reckoned that was one of their chickens locked away in its coop, having sighted a spider or something with bigger fangs. As Fergus and Roy entered his office, Lord Harry raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner. Well, questioning and annoyed clearly, for it was known (especially amongst the brutes) that those who dare to interrupt, die. They were always shrieking unexpectedly, which was quite an annoyance when he was clearly busy. The first started to approach the two and apologised cordially at Lord Harry, then smiled a friendly smile at the Honoured Guest. Lord Harry made a clicking sound with his tongue as the motive of this interruption was clear to him. “Tut-tut, see, Cutler — you need be at odds with Fergus. He has his uses.”

A girl, whom Lord Harry presumed to be Girl 1, came running up to Cutler with her head down in reverence, holding out a special tray with a crystal decanter of blood that looked terribly familiar to Lord Harry. “Isn’t that the crystal set I gave you for your blooding anniversary?” He hoped sincerely the cow didn’t drop it. It had been a dear present for his offspring. Indeed. “What was her name again? Rita, Rochelle, Rebecca …?” Hal joked bitterly, expecting congenial laughter in return. Otherwise, Cutler might find himself in disfavour. “We’ve prepared a castrati choir for tonight. They’ll be killed and gutted after they’ve sang my praises.” He commented.

[vampirexsolicitor]

Hearing the shrill scream caused Cutler to tense up ever so slightly, due to the fact that if he needed to fight. Well he was pretty rubbish at that, he was much better with his words then his fists.

Seeing Fergus and another vampire wander in only caused Cutler to roll his eyes, he really did hate that guy, knowing he could please Lord Harry with everything he does where as Nick, himself was seen as a child, the baby, the useless.

"I will be better then Fergus". He said a little softer hoping none of them would hear then again Vampires have good hearing.

A gulp slipped down his lips as the smell of the congealed iron hit his nostrils, the blood looks divine as he stared upon it, he looked up to his Maker just to see if it was okay to take the glass then looked back and reached out, he picked up the glass.

Remembering how the last time he had drank from this. It had been his Wife's blood, something he could not take back, something he was constantly angry about, he shook his head to rid of the memories of his wife. Rachel. Then gulped back the red liquid.

[vampirexsolicitor]

"Ian. I was wondering if you wanted to be my room mate?".

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"Really? Can i bring my newts?!

[vampirexsolicitor]

Noticing the blood smeared on the others face. Slightly already regretting it but someone needed to help Ian and it was obvious Hal wasn't so why not the next best thing? A protege.

"Sure you can. They don't smell do they?".

[vampirexsolicitor]

"Ian. I was wondering if you wanted to be my room mate?".

[vampirexsolicitor]

"64 years and only now do I find out Rachel was pregnant".

[vampirexsolicitor]

Will be on later. Got a job interview

[vampirexsolicitor]

// Heading to bed.

[vampirexsolicitor]

Before words could even be uttered. Cutler was quick to reach out and hug the other male. His maker. 

"It’s you". Cutler whispered before pulling back, the same kind of creepy looking grin upon his lips as he was happy although at the same time angry.

Burns still evident on the younger vampires hands and down his neck but they were healing remarkably due to the increase intake of blo

[theyorkebrothers]

"Uhh…" Hal was taken back at Cutlers hug. He still couldn’t make sense of them…Or at least, not with people he wasn’t entirely comfortable with. One of them being Cutler. Once he let go he glanced him up and down. This was definatly Cutler. And quite evidently from his burns…He’s been on a rampage for blood. Of course, Hal swore not to drink blood again. The look on Hal’s face was that of disappointment.

"…You haven’t changed."

[vampirexsolicitor]

It had been a year since the whole thing with the war child and having been not only burned by forcing himself in to the B&B but also staked by Annie only she missed which was incredibly lucky for Cutler.

Haven't changed? Of course Cutler would not and it was due to Hal, the constant thought of wanting to make Hal proud of him as well as the whole History Maker which the younger vampire was determined to make a truth even if it was unlikely.

"Neither have you". Cutler commented back as he patted Hal's shoulder lightly, grinning like a mad man, just happy to see his Maker again.

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Series 4-5 (c)