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WHO Cyrus Lysandros (

jussanguinis) and Elyas Ashworth (

bloodbuffet)
WHAT Vampires being vampires. Also massive amounts of teasing to activate yandere mode.
WHEN modern times
WHERE idk somewhere? A club or something.
WHY blame Matt Bomer. I know I do.

It was a game that they've played for centuries and one that Cyrus never tired of. He would pick out a person, nothing special in the scheme of things, and turn them into a vampire so that he could use them to anger his favorite, his precious Elyas, the one he never got tired of being around. To see him get possessive of him, beat down and outright kill the young ones that he made, that was what brightened his nights and made him plan new and interesting ways to make his most precious child jealous enough to show his fangs and claws to him.

Tonight was no different, though Cyrus was being picky about who he wanted to choose to tease his favorite with this time. They were sitting together in the VIP area overlooking the rest of the club, Cyrus half draped over the older-looking man while looking out at the people dancing on the open floor. He could hear all of their heartbeats racing to the tempo of the music and could smell a hint of the metallic tang of blood that flowed through all of them. It made him hungry.

"I think it's time we did something about getting something to eat," he said to the younger vampire he was draped upon, his tone somewhat flat in a way that could be taken as boredom by most people. "Exactly how many people have you fed on tonight, my pet? Enough to satisfy my hunger or do you need to search for more?"

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It was an eventful night. They had been there for several hours, observing and Elyas interacting when the slightest pang of hunger struck, sometimes even when it hadn't. All of these people were young, strong and overflowing with life. Their vitality sung inside of him, so full was he that a sluggish heartbeat had developed to deal with the blood he'd taken in, and yet still he wanted more. None of this was for himself, after all. His master and maker both deserved nothing but the best of samples to feed on, and Elyas had taken it upon himself to be the vessel for that.

"Numbering in the tens," he said, voice more of a discontent rumble to match what he knew to be patient curiosity. His maker was far too much for the modern man to understand and man in return was rarely interesting enough to be worth his maker's time. It was Elyas that bridged that gap, someone still close enough to humanity to walk among them and devoted enough to Cyrus to make sure he would never want for anything. Sometimes it was food, sometimes it was company, and other times still it was entertainment. Whatever Cyrus wanted, Elyas got.

He reveled in the closeness this allowed him with the sire draped over him, body casual and accepting while he was warm in ways that had nothing to do with the blood he'd taken in. This was what he existed for. Inclining his head, he continued, "There are more out there we could take if that would please you. Make a chase of it?"

Pressing a hand against his chest, he could feel the sluggish heartbeat that had started up, reminding him of a time long past of a dying man that promised to give him everything in return for a new life. His dear Elyas spoiled him so and he didn't mind since it meant that he didn't have to deal with the short lived humans he had to prey upon to survive. Moving his hand up, his gently touched Elyas's lips with a finger, almost teasing him with a taste of what hasn't been given yet.

"So many that you almost feel alive and all for me," he replied, definitely entertained at how eager Elyas was to be fed upon by his sire. That was something that pleased him greatly and not for the first time, he was glad to have experimented on this child and made him exactly what he needed. "I think I need to empty you out a bit before I go hunting. You know how I hate when you feel too much like one of them."

Shifting around to face him properly and now straddling him instead of draping across him, Cyrus grabbed his hair and tilted his head to expose his neck for him, revealing the scars of the bite that had turned him. There was always a bit of pride when he saw those two little marks in his neck, proof that Elyas had given everything to him. Leaning close to his neck, Cyrus breathed softly against the skin as he opened his mouth wide and sank his fangs down into the delicate flesh. Immediately, he started to draw out the blood and drink it down, making greedy little noises all while he did. He knew how much he could take from him and he was going to take nearly all of it to satisfy himself.

Edited 2015-10-19 01:28 (UTC)

His mouth drifted open, brows raised as Cyrus moved and placed himself over Elyas. As it should be. He'd given everything to Cyrus when he had been turned, acquired more, then gave that away on top. Anything he ever had belonged to Cyrus, there was no question of his allegiance or his heart. Other clans had, in the past, tried to speak to Elyas of using the massive power given to him by Cyrus for their favor. Those clans didn't exist anymore. Most of them had gotten the message by now, thankfully, which meant all Elyas needed to focus on was what was most important.

Perhaps he had overindulged in his desire to give to his sire. That was always intentional, driving his body to fullness to the point Cyrus either drained him of what he had or sent him to take in more for his enjoyment. Either way, he was paying close attention to what Elyas had done and was doing and it was the most gratifying part of his current existence. Being moved around according to his maker's desire was perfect and he didn't even make a sound — until his breath caught on Elyas' scarring and he shuddered. Never again would he encounter something so painful and destructive as his turning, and never again would he be so utterly, soulfully grateful for what it meant. His maker continually returning to that spot meant he felt a similar sort of significance and possessiveness for what it represented and that made it even sweeter.

Teeth sunk into skin and Elyas gasped, eyes closing as he felt his maker feed. Even if some day Cyrus decided to take it all, Elyas was determined to make sure it would be the best possible gift he would ever receive. He panted for pulled of blood leaving his system, his heart stopping once again into blissful stillness, and his hands curved tightly against the cushion underneath him.

Look, please, give, serve, love. Don't touch without permission.

Edited 2015-10-18 23:06 (UTC)

As he fed, he focused on Elyas and nothing else, paying close attention to how much he was taking from him. He wouldn't take all of it, not tonight, but he would take enough to still his heart once more and make him hunger. Cyrus loved keeping him on a leash like that, forcing him into a state of hunger nearly constantly so that he would go out and feed enough for the both of them. It made him pliable, even more than he already was, and that was exactly how Cyrus wanted him.

Soon enough, Cyrus was removing his fangs from Elyas's neck and sucking on the closing wound for a few more mouthfuls of blood before there was no more. Tongue tracing over the now unbroken skin, he licked up whatever blood remained and then pulled away, moving to kiss his favorite child with bloodied lips against clean ones. It was gentle permission for Elyas to touch now that he had taken his fill and he knew that he would like that.

"That's much better now," he murmured against his lips, content that Elyas was now back to how he liked him. "We'll hunt soon, you and I, and we'll take the meal together. I want to find someone with beautiful eyes, full of life, so I can watch it fade into nothing."

Edited 2015-10-19 01:28 (UTC)

Once he was drained, Elyas could feel the crawling itch of hunger coating his veins for the blood that had just left him. It was the call of a vampire, what drove him to be with people even if he was no longer of people. Their eternal curse to feed off the ones they used to be and adapt to this beautiful life of shadow. With Cyrus here and at his side, there was nothing else to it; Elyas would never regret the life he now lived.

That kiss was like the break of a dam, his patience rewarded. He shifted quickly to pull Cyrus closer, hands on his hips and mouth greedily seeking what remains of his own blood lingered on his maker's lips. A lack of blood came with it a fervor to replace it, energy born of living on the edge, and Elyas felt his head begin to cloud and clear in equal measure. His senses were sharp, focus was devoted entirely to the words Cyrus spoke, his hunger melding with the need to ensure his maker received what he wanted first and foremost.

"We'll find someone with the night sky in their eyes," he promised. "Just so you can steal that eternity. Only you deserve that much."

Cyrus usually kept Elyas completely controlled, but there were moments like this where he allowed him to do what he wished with him. There was never anything to fear from him, after all, and it was always good to reward him for his services. It would be stupid to not show that Cyrus appreciated everything Elyas did for him.

"Wonderful," he said, hands reaching up to cup Elyas's face and look into his eyes, showing him the closest thing to love that he could really give him. Cyrus didn't need to hypnotize him to be loved, knowing that the young vampire gave his love freely to him. He would have never kept him around for so long if this wasn't genuine in some way. "Come with me, my dear star, and we'll feast well tonight."

Standing up, he held out a hand for Elyas to take before he led them down to the dance floor. Once they were there, Cyrus closed his eyes and allowed Elyas to take the lead. He knew how powerful he was and if he kept his eyes open, every single human that saw him would be under his thrall and that made hunting extremely boring. He could count on his other senses and his dearest would take care of things he couldn't catch.

"Go find me the one with the brightest eyes," he said quietly, not needed to speak over the loud music filling the room, knowing that he'd be heard perfectly fine. "You know my type well, Elyas."

It was a common occurrence. Especially in ones too old to fully reign in their powers, walking among mortals necessitated help. No matter how many strong their clan ever became, no one else would ever be allowed to aid Cyrus in this way; Elyas made sure of that. His grip strong and sure, Elyas continued to walk through the crowd with a sharp gaze to locate any who might fit his maker's criteria. Beautiful, mature, someone ready for life ahead while spending an immensely gorgeous youth however they pleased.

A strong one that had no idea of true terror. Those were the prey, the ones who wouldn't last halfway into the feeding before understanding took them over and hope began to bleed along with their life. Ones who were losing everything because they couldn't see past the monster and hope for a possible future beyond it. The night was smiling upon them, because soon Elyas felt the attention of not one pair of eyes, but two. Turning, he smiled in return for the glances of the brothers obviously checking him out; eyeing up the person he had behind him, not sure what to make of Cyrus.

That much was okay. Mortals were so blind to everything, they couldn't possibly grasp how radiant and bewitching Cyrus truly was until he showed them. "I believe I've located our prey for the night," he said, tone equally measured and obviously pleased with himself. "Brothers from the smell of them."

It said a lot about how much Cyrus trusted Elyas in that he didn't allow anyone else to do this, even if he wasn't around to stop them. He had sunglasses that he could use to obscure his line of sight and keep the humans around him from being drawn into his gaze, but he knew Elyas loved every moment where he was useful to Cyrus. Besides, this was their home territory, so there wasn't much of a chance of anything happening.

A light sniff of the air was enough to catch the scent of the two Elyas had picked out as their targets for the night and he gave his dearest a small smile. "You're right," he replied. "They're brothers. Why don't we go over, say hello, and then invite them to our room so that they can watch each other die as we drain them dry?"

When they got close enough, Cyrus finally opened his eyes and looked at the two that Elyas had picked out for them. They were excellent specimens and they were definitely going to have some fun tonight. "It looks like you two are lucky tonight," Cyrus said smoothly, raising his voice over the music just enough so that their targets could hear him. "You've been invited up to the VIP lounge. Want to come with us?"

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