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"Uhhh...well uh...." That invitation actually caused him to start blushing, his face went very red. It definitely wasn't a good idea to stay here for one, it would be morning in a few hours and he'd have to go back to his condo. and as for the other thing, he knew that he'd be very tempted....very tempted to do more then just sit around talking.
Misha found that his jade-green eyes lingering over Prayer's well toned form, his shoulders his arms...that body he knew that would rival Michelangelo's David in its artistry, He'd want to touch that perfection, kiss it make it his.
The vampire took a step closer to him, his heart hammering his chest as he walked to Prayer and put his arms around him.

Misha held Prayer in his arms firmly feeling him rest his head on his shoulder. It felt so good to have him in his arms right then, he wished that he'd done this earlier so that they'd have more time. Suddenly like a brick hitting his chest a near unbearable pain came to him, it was hard to breathe, he let out a shuddery breath. They didn't have much time, he was going back to Rome!
The vampire resisted the impulse to tighten his arms, the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt Prayer, but at the same time he didn't want to let him go!
"Prayer...." he whispered, then carefully bent his head and took the other man's lips in a hot passionate kiss. The kiss was electric, making him tremble a little as he all but devoured the priest, his senses where starting to run away with him. and the vampire eased back from the kiss, slight panting.
Stay, his mind warred with him. Please stay. a part of him wanted to say theses words outloud. but he knew that the best thing was to say goodbye. He didn't say either. This feeling, I've felt it before....it hurts so much. but it's hurts in a way that feels so good at the same time....it's agony.
Misha's green eyes looked into those silver ones.

Misha's jade green eyes where filled with such sadness, he lowered them nearly closing them, as he swallowed hard and spoke in a strained voice. "I....don't know...."
The vampire stayed there for a moment, then taking a deep slow breath stepped away from Prayer, that simple movement broke his heart, he had a vague idea why he was feeling this way but he didn't want to admit it to himself, No it was impossible, it could not be possible. not after all this time. Turning back towards the door the vampire walked towards it his feet felt like lead, but he refused to look behind him, feeling like Orpheus did when he lead his beloved out of Hades. Looking back would just bring more pain and sorrow.
Misha wasn't born yesterday or the day before that. He knew that this could not go on. "G-Go back to Rome..." He says hoarsely, a little firmly.

The vampire stood in the doorway. Of course Prayer wouldn't understand, Misha leaned against the door frame. "Because....It's a sin for a Vampire to fall in love with human. It's our biggest taboo and do you know why? It's unfair for both the human and the vampire...How....would any person stand it when their immortal lover never ages, never changes thought the years as they them selves get older and eventually die? I've watched my friends over the centuries pine to death at the graves of their human lovers...." He realized that tears where running freely down his face, as he still had his back truned to Prayer, the priest couldn't see it. "...or give themselves up to God's light."

Misha didn't know how he had gotten home, everything had been a blur, the walk down the lobby, the drive....He walked into his condo, by then his tears had dried. and he was looking numbly at his 'Day-box'.
Vampire had once used coffins to sleep in simply because they where perfect to hide away from the sunlight. But inthe modern day they had crafted themselves boxes to sleep in. Misha's was extra large with all the features that a well to do vampire could ever want, His box had a stainless steel cover that was bullet proof and fire proof as well. and the inside....
Misha pressed a few buttons on the outside, the box beeped and the lid lifted up.
A sweet-face child was curled up inside. Misha blinked, the sight of the blond boy was awaking him from his sorrow. "...Lucien?"
The other vampire stirred, and opened his eyes. "Misha...Your home late." He rubbed his eye.
"What are you doing here?"
The boy sighed. "....."
Misha sat on the edge of the bed like platform. He could put aside his grief to help Lucien. "Did something bother you tonight?"
"Yes...."
"Ahh, Well.....Where's Michals?"
"I sent him away...."
The taller vampire out his arm around the younger one. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Lucien pressed his face onto Misha's shoulder, shaking his head. "....can I stay here with you?" He asked, his voice timid, not at all belong to the mighty coven leader.
"Yes you may, you are always welcome here Lucien." Misha gently titled the boy's head up an placed a soft gentle kiss on his forehead.

Misha groaned when the smaller figure in his bed nudged him awake, the smell of fresher air told them that the box's lid was open, so it must be nearly sunset now. The older vampire rolled away, he had spent the day asleep with his body curled around the smaller one to comfort him and in turn being comforted. But as it was Misha was still too depressed to get out of bed.
Lucien sighed and got off the platform to get out of his PJs and into the bathroom for a quick shower. after drying off and getting a bag of medical blood to drink. He curiously poked his head back into Misha's bedroom. The older vampire still hadn't moved.
"Misha....it's getting late, shouldn't you be getting up?"
His only response was to close the lid.
The boy's eye brow twitched he went over and opened the lid back up, he reached over shook him. "Misha!"
The vampire groaned again and covered his head with a pillow. Irritated, Lucian reached out with a foot and gave him one powerful shove.
THUDD!!
The older vampire's body landed on the floor on the other side of the box. Misha immediately sat up. "What the Hell Lucien!?"
"You have to get up, isn't there something that you have to do? Like tell your children that your moving them all again?"
Misha grubmled. "I'm not moving them and I am not moving." He said as crawled back onto the platform and shut the box again, this time locking it from the inside.
Lucian huffed. what was the matter with him?

Michaels was scowling, yesterday he had left his small charge in Misha's apartment, he had hoped that the older vampire would not be so anger with him leaving Lucien all alone. It was one thing to face punishment from the boy but his predecessor was worse. The vampire shivered, the last time he disobeyed Misha, his skin felt it was being rubbed with barbed-wire every time he touched something. Putting on clothing had been an excruciating ordeal.
The vampire frowned, thinking about the relationship that the two of them had. On the outside, Misha treated Lucien like a son, and indeed, saved him from a fate worse then death. There had been whispers about the boy ever since Misha took the little orphan under his wing...dark whispers, the kind of stories that never reached Misha's ears.
The sun was just setting behind the tall buildings when Micheals thought he saw a familer face in one of the restaurants.
It was that vampire hunter. what was he still doing here? He stopped in the front window and took his sun glasses off, watching him ignore a young man who was trying to speak to him.