Okay, worry about not being human later. This guy means business. "You can't control me," I spat vehemently. There was no doubt in my mind that my eyes were glowing a dangerous red. "You had your chance when you examined me that day."
The bastard looked positively shocked by my venomous words but quickly hid his unguarded expression behind a positively disgusting grin. "True, that was the most opportune time, but you are quite wrong," here he paused and licked his lips with his tongue. The move was probably meant to be seductive, but it was just so wrong. "I can control anyone."
"You're the one that's wrong," I retorted. Good comeback Delano, I'd be quaking in my metaphorical boots if-
"ANGEL!" Jesus the bastard could yell when he wanted to. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way," he seethed.
Maybe, just maybe I should think about laying off the talking back thing. Nahh. "Which one gets me away from you?" I winced at my words. They might get me smacked.
The guy lunged across his desk growling and scratched me across my cheek. Blood seeped from the shallow wound. The slice quickly healed itself and I wiped away the trail of blood. When he scratched me it hadn't even hurt. It was so weird, this lack of pain.
"I see your powers have all awakened," he mused.
I really would like to know the extent of my "powers" but there was no way I was going to ask him what they were. So I just said, "Yes." Like I totally knew what was going on when in actuality I felt like everyone was pages ahead of me in this little story.
I don't know what I expected of him. Maybe to let me go back to his son. Maybe bash my head in after failing to wound me, but no, apparently he was still on the control thing.
"I know one thing that will still work on you," he grabbed my head and forcefully and stared into my eyes. The deer in the headlights feeling was back. Ok this was no fair. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. He licked the side of my face and laughed.
"You're so compliant now." He whispered the next part into my ear, "I like that."
He threw me to the floor like I weighed absolutely nothing and then he was upon me. And I could do nothing to stop it. He placed sloppy kisses on my lips and then trailed his way down my neck. I liked it when Geo kissed me. This, this was horrible. And then there was something around my neck.
Cold.
Metal.
A collar.
He promptly kicked me in the ribs sending me flying. I landed on his floor in a heap. The spell of his eyes broken, I tried to scramble to my feet but he was there again. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up to his level. "I'll show you who's in control," his ever present grin folded in on itself as he roughly forced my head to the side. Crap I knew exactly what was happening…
He absolutely tore into my neck. It was like he had never tasted blood before. He would bite and suck, bite, bite, grind his teeth into my flesh and suck some more. Thanks to my newfound strength, it didn't hurt too much, but I could feel myself getting weaker as he continued to suck more and more liquid from my veins. My legs buckled, and I would have fallen, if not for the tender grip he had on my hair. I was dimly aware of my wings retreating back into my flesh. It felt… strange.
Too weak to move, I could lift no finger to save myself, to call for help, as he dragged me out of his house and threw me in front of his son's front door. And there I was stuck, on that front step, until Geo realized I was there, or I became strong enough to move on my own. I cried as I sat there. Not tears of sadness, no. Tears of absolute rage. I was angry at Geo's father for using me, making me feel worthless. Mad at Chole's pet for biting me and unleashing the powers I didn't even know I had. I was mad at Geo for not helping me, even though the more logical part of me was screaming that he didn't know something was even wrong. And most of all I was mad at myself. Why couldn't I have been strong enough to resist those stupid vampire eyes? Why was I still so weak even with all this new strength? Why didn't I know I wasn't a normal-
~FoM~
Giovanni opened the door wondering what could be taking so long. The ceremony was a quick thing and Delano should have been back ages ago. He smelled it before he thought to look down. Blood. Delano's blood. He remembered it from those few times he had made the boy bleed. It was a lovely smell, but it shouldn't have been where it was. He walked forward and nearly tripped on the prone figure on his doorstep. It was his love. He looked pale, sickly and was there a gleam of metal around his- It all made sense. "My father drank from you, didn't he?"
He realized the boy was crying hard and wanted nothing more than to comfort him. Kneeling down next to the poor kid he gingerly reached for the collar around his neck and attempted to crush it. To get it off his precious flower. Unfortunately, it wasn't coming off that easily.
Why would his father do this? What could he possibly gain from a human? The man had obviously derailed. Making a quick decision he spoke to the boy. "Come, I can stay here no longer. I don't care if they track us down because of that thing. I'll stop every last one of them."
With that Giovanni picked up his flower and walked out beyond the thick canopy of the forest to a field where the protection from the sun was sparse which was something that greatly worried the vampire. They walked for a while enveloped in the protective darkness of night. Every once in a while they heard the howl of wolves on their trail.
The sun, all too soon, started sneaking its way into the sky. "We must find shelter now," Giovanni urged, eyes transfixed on the golden orb rising in the sky.
Delano looked around frantically. "We can take shelter under a tree? If light touches you I'll… I'll cover you somehow," he finished lamely. The yapping of those wolves was louder. They were coming closer.
Giovanni smiled sadly. He knew the kid meant well, but that wouldn't work and if he was out of commission that left Delano alone to fend against the wolves. He told the kid this and saw him visibly deflate. Giovanni sighed thinking fast he said, "But we still have at least 45 minutes before I'll start to fry. Let's just keep mov-
A wolf tackled him to the ground sending Delano flying from his arms. Apparently they were closer than Giovanni thought. The two of them were surrounded. Delano scrambled to his feet with an angry hiss and kicked at the wolf grounding Giovanni.
The vampire looked up in surprise. Where had such strength come from? The wolf went flying.
He grimaced as a particularly fearsome wolf latched onto Delano's neck. Would have helped him, if there weren't so many wolves trying to get a piece of him. Delano's countenance was etched with pain and anguish. Giovanni watched in morbid satisfaction as the collar clanked to the ground.
Unfortunately, that meant the wolf was now biting into flesh. Giovanni fought his way to Delano's side. Right as a wolf charged the boy he leapt in its path. He felt the ripping of his flesh as the wolf's claws dug into his stomach leaving a gaping wound.
Giovanni gasped and fell to the ground hands clutching the deep bloody area. He was in trouble. He hadn't had blood in a while. He felt something gurgling in his throat and coughed spitting up blood. Blood that he really needed to stay in his body.
"No, Giovanni!" Delano's screech filled the morning.
Geo tried vainly to clot the bleeding. It was useless.
Delano bent down beside him crying silent tears. No, no. This cannot be happening. He thought over and over again. A wolf nudged at the vampire's side and Delano screamed in rage. His wings burst from his back. "Don't you touch him," he hissed swatting the animal away.
Delano put his hands on either side of his love's head. "Geo, Geo. Hang on… You're gonna be alright. I'll keep you safe," he promised. He hoped it was a promise he could keep.
The vampire reached a hand up to his face not quite touching, and took in a deep gulp of air. There was a dreamy far off look on his face. "You're… an angel."
The boy just nodded his head. "Don't talk. Save your strength."
The gasps were becoming more frequent now. He knew he didn't have much time left. He had to make sure Delano was safe before… "Listen to me Delano," he wheezed urgently. More blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. At this rate he'd drown. "G-go home and… and forget... me. Hide your wings… live like… like you never… met me. Please… I lo-
And just like that the vampire stopped his struggling. Delano cried in anguish and clung to the body. Once he cried his fill he kissed Geo's forehead one last time and ran off through the woods, hopefully in the direction of home.
~FoM~
The werewolves watched the scene unfold, not really sure what to do.
They had intended to bring both of them back alive, and now the master's son was dying. The heard his sputter his last words to the angel and then watched it cried in despair over the death of his loved one. A few of them howled showing their respects for the fallen man.
Then the child took off through the woods retracting his wings as he blindly ran. They did not give chase. There were more pressing matters at hand.
Wiccan was the first to move and quickly shifted into his human form. He spoke with a cold fierceness the wolves had never heard from him, "Tell Darius his son is dead. I will take care of the body." All the wolves just continued to stare at him. "What are you waiting for? Go!" he swiped his arm in a long ark spurring the wolves into action.
Wiccan slowly walked up to the fallen vampire and crouched down next to him. He placed his ear to the man's chest. Still beating.
"Hey Wiccan," the man wheezed, "guess you and him… won't get to… know each… other after… all."
Geo laughed coughing up more blood in the process. The werewolf whined and howled in misery. This vampire. This vampire had been one of the only ones he had actually been able to call a friend. And there was no way in hell he was going to lose him without a fight.
He picked up the bloodied man and raced toward the place his mistress lived. She'd know what to do. She'd help him save her brother.
~FoM~
Mrs. Marlo was ecstatic when she got the phone call. They found her son. Alive. With the amount of time that had passed they had told her it was unlikely he'd be back. To prepare to say goodbye. But he had been found alive. Breathing. He was dirty and his clothes were covered in something that looked too much like blood for her liking. But he had absolutely no physical injuries.
None.
Anywhere.
And he was alive.
And that mark that had been there before he left, the one on his abdomen was gone too. It had completely disappeared. Her son actually looked healthier since he got back from god-knows-where.
At least healthier on the outside. Ever since he came back there was something… off about him. She tried to get him to talk about it but his lips were sealed tight. Every time she even mentioned the place it was like a switch was pulled and he would clam up. It's not like she meant to pry, but she was worried.
The first week he was back he scarcely spoke a word. He resumed school, did all his responsibilities (homework, chores, etc.) but did little else. He wouldn't talk to his friends, or her. He wouldn't eat. And if the dark circles under his eyes were any indication, he wasn't sleeping much either.
As the second week came and went with similar behavior she realized she hadn't gotten he son back, not really. She wondered if he'd ever be the same as he was before the incident, whatever it was. Probably not. She'd be kidding herself to think that he would go unchanged after something like that. Whatever had happened it had turned him into a walking dead. But at least zombies made some noise. It was killing her to live with him like this. Obviously she was grateful he was alive. But was he?
She doubted the answer would be yes. And that scared the hell out of her. She decided he needed to talk to someone, maybe a psychologist. She certainly wasn't helping him, as much as she wished she could. Maybe they could. Anything to have her happy-go-lucky son back.
He was laying face down on the couch when she found him. If she hadn't seen him in this position so many times in the past she'd think he was trying to smother himself. She wanted to tell him her decision as gently as possible.
"De?" she began quietly. He turned his head to the side to acknowledge her and she cringed. Those eyes. They were what bothered her the most. There was nothing there. They used to dance with mirth and happiness and now they were nothing but big expansive pools to see her own reflection. They were so empty she thought they might consume him swallowing absolutely everything that was left of her boy. "De… I think you need to talk to someone."
He hissed and she saw something that gave her hope. emotion on his face for the first time in ages. Even if it was anger, it was the most beautiful sight she'd seen in nearly three weeks.
"Don't give me that look mister. You do. I want you to get better. That's not gonna happen if you stay holed up in this place for the rest of your life. It's not healthy for you to keep all of what you went through bottled up. I wish you'd just tell me but… you seem to have some kind of aversion to that. So you should see a psychologist and let them help you. Whatever happened, I'm sure you'll be able to get over it in ti-
Her son shot off the couch. "Get over it!" he seethed. "I can't get over it."
Mrs. Marlo's mouth was slightly agape. She had gone three weeks without hearing that voice. Tears brimmed at the corners of her eyes. This was good. He had said something about what had happened. Maybe, maybe he would confide in her after all. From the look on his face he was one step shy of breaking down or spilling his guts. And she'd be there to help him through whatever was to come.
"He's dead. He's dead and it's all my fault," he hit the couch for emphasis and wings burst from his back. They were beautiful. She hadn't seen wings like that in almost nineteen years. They really looked like her wings. The wings of his birth mother. She was hoping to avoid this talk. Wanted to avoid it just a little longer. She should be comforting him on what he had just said, someone was dead. But she couldn't make her eyes leave those beautiful downy white wings. Oh, hell.
"Uh… Delano. I think we need to have a little talk," his mother said eyes still riveted to the extra appendages he now possessed.
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