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Victor laughed dryly and picked up the bottle. "They half assed this ******** s**t." Victor grumbled as he picked up the bottle and looked at it with disgust. "Victor!' Emelia gasped and touched the man's arm. 'Watch your language... little pictures." The male vampire just stared at her. "He's not a baby." He said and rolled his eyes. It always made any older generation vampire grumpy drinking the synthetics.

"This is the closest they can get to blood anyways or so they say. They don't want to spend anymore money making it better for us." He said as he picked up the bottle and set it back down. They went quiet again. Victor finished his meal then Emelia. She stood and picked up their dishes washing them.

Victor turned to Alex. "You need to stay here because of several reasons. One, I need to keep an eye on you. Sometimes, very rarely about one in a billion chance that you may turn into a vampire. BUT it's highly doubtful. Two because of the hunters. They have their ways of finding people. So... it's best that you stay for the rest of the week." Victor said and sighed softly. It was Thursday so it shouldn't be long.

He felt that he needed to go out. He wanted fresh blood... from the neck. After drinking Alex's... it sparked something in him, something that has been tamed for many years. Blood lust.

The man became restless. He wanted to bite into flesh, to feel the pulse against his tongue to have the blood rush into his mouth and have the thick warm liquid fill up his mouth. Victor's mouth became dry. He quickly grabbed the bottle and drank the rest. It wasn't working.

Standing, Victor calmly excused himself and found the small boxes taking five in hopes that it would work. He had to wait a few minutes for them to work. They kicked in. Victor sighed softly and sunk slowly to the floor where he sighed again. It wasn't that the synthetics weren't working... it's just that he began to think about it more and more and had gotten carried away.

"Yeah I'm fine." He said as he walked back into the kitchen. He had to keep his mind off of biting... that's all. It shouldn't be too hard right? "Here Vickie, trash." Emelia teased as she handed Victor the trash bag. The man glared at her and spun around, making sure that the bottom of the bag hit the back of Emilia's head... which it did. She gasped and spun around, Victor was out of the house by then.

He had tossed the bag out and walked into garage. He opened the door to Alex's car and began to gather his things out to take them back in. It'd give the teen something to do. As he walked out of the garage, it began to suddenly pour. Victor stuck the teen's things up his shirt and hurry inside. Nothing got wet thankfully. The man set the things down onto the table and walked back into the kitchen.

"Watch this." Emelia whispered to Alex before Victor walked in. And when he did, a handful of whipped cream met the man's face. Victor stopped dead in his tracks. His hands came up and wiped off as much as he can. "You're really going to start this?" Victor asked then quickly threw what he hand in his hands at her and ran forward grabbing the container throwing more at her.

Emelia picked Alex up and took him to the fridge where she opened it to block what Victor was throwing at him. "You take the can." She said and handed him the can of compressed whipped cream. She grabbed another container and ran out throwing it at Victor.

Emelia had gone out and the two vampires were covered in it. Victor reached over the top of the fridge and dumped the rest onto Alex's head laughing. It ended with the three of them and the kitchen covered in whipped cream. Victor was leaning against the edge of the counter licking the cream off his hands and scooping it off his face to lick it off his hands. Emelia on the other hand was still laughing as she scraped the cream out of her now fallen curls.

"Well,' Victor began as he pushed globs of it off his shirt and looked at Emelia. 'you have quite a cleaning job a head of you." He said with a serious face as turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving her in shock.

She stared after Victor and started to cuss him out in Russian. Victor was in the bathroom, removing his clothes after starting a hot bath and climbing in. His skin was sticky with all the whipped cream that had dried on him. He was scrubbing his body until he was sure that there wouldn't be anymore stickiness left.

He was back out and downstairs in just a pair of fitted black pants. his brows hair was dry and soft. He opened the kitchen door and scanned the room with his green eyes, seeing Emelia trying to reach a spot that was on the ceiling. "Lemme get that." He said as he took over. "Now you go take a bath." He said to her as he cleaned the ceiling with the mop, very carefully.

"Of course." Victor's voice was smooth and low. He smiled over at Alex. He set the mop down then wet a clean kitchen towel. "Come here." He said as he ringed out the water. Once Alex was close enough, Victor began to clean Alex's face gently. He held Alex's chin in one cold hand while the other continued to clean his face. He rubbed it across his cheek and looked into Alex's eyes. He didn't realize what he was doing, he was just... staring.

"Oh... what's going on here?" Came Emelia's teasing voice. Victor quickly looked away from Alex's face and slowly lowered his hand. "I was cleaning his face." Victor said calmly and turned on his naked heels to the sink to rinse out the towel. "Did you want another bath Alex?" He asked with his broad back to the teen who now was behind him.

"I'll go get him washed up." Emelia said before Alex could answer. She swept him out of the room, making sure to stick by so Alex couldn't fall. Once out of ear shot, she looked to the teen who's elbow she held in one of her small cold hands. "Sooo...' She began, an evil glint in both her eyes as she looked on at Alex. 'what was all that about? He was staring pretty intently at you." She cackled menacingly. "What do you think about Victor?" She asked with the same glint in her eyes.

"Nothing you saw or heard happened. Victor and I share the same Sire... I can hear some of his thoughts, and what I heard, well..." She laughed and turned her head from Alex as she led him into Victor's bathroom. "Is that all? You seem to turn mighty red around him." She teased one more time before opening the door. "Do you want another bath? Or just another clean up?" She asked as she walked in and looked behind her at Alex. Emelia found joy in teasing, obviously almost like a hobby. She had nothing else better to do, so she teased.

Victor sighed once the two were gone. He turned back around, his back facing the door which the two had left through. He stared down into the sink, completely confused. He didn't like these thoughts, he didn't like feeling confused, lost and hopeless. He'd have to focus on something else to keep his mind from wandering and letting loose.

Victor turned on his heels and headed out of the kitchen. He grabbed his lap top from his room quickly and brought it back downstairs. Sitting on the couch, and setting it on his lap, he began to quickly type in names on a search engine. He was looking for his sire. He remembered stumbling upon him on a website, but he couldn't remember the name of it, most likely because he was mad at his sire at the time. But now he needed to talk to him. Victor typed quickly until he finally found it and requested a web cam chat.

Victor was actually glad to see his sire. His hair was once red, but the man had died parts black, his face was like delicate porcelain, a long scar running from the left side of his chin down to his collar bone. Victor couldn't see if from the web cam bu he knew it was there. And the man had the brightest golden eyes. "Victor? Is that you?" The man asked as he slowly smiled, making his fledgling smile back. "Yeah it is... long time no see huh?" He asked as he pulled his brown hair from his face. Victor was his sire's first fledgling, so they had a great bond.

Emelia laughed and shook her head. "Sorry, Victor and I agreed not to repeated what we hear in each other's heads." She laughed again then stopped. "What do you mean by 'those eyes'?" She asked with a wide smile on her lips. She loved humans, they kept her entertained and excited. She didn't know much about the new age humans, so what Alex was saying was always a delight to her.

She turned around, giving him space. "A sire? Well... yes a creator. You see all vampires branch down from the first vampire. Father Fang." She said and turned around once she knew Alex was done. "Victor is Father Fang's first fledgling, or son if you will. So those two have a very strong connection, and Victor is quite the powerful man. Father Fang didn't allow him to make a vampire until he thought he was ready. He still doesn't think Victor is ready." She laughed at Victor's dismay. "All done?" Emelia asked as she walked towards the door.

"It's all about limits. He was challenged with his limit the night he was attacked, and he failed because the desire for blood became too strong, which is why he went after you. One who can take their limits goes on as if nothing happens. The higher you are up in your generation, like the first ten have the hardest time with their limits." She said then led Alex out of the bathroom into Victor's room. She tugged off the shirt Alex was wearing and grabbed one of Victor's button up shirts and put it on him. It was the black button up shirt he wore on his first day to school.

"There!" She said as she clapped her hands. "All better!" She couldn't help but to start laughing. "You look like you've just got done having sex with him! Wearing his shirt and standing in his room like this!" She laughed and messed Alex's hair, leading him downstairs. "Who are you talking to?!" She shouted from the last step and hopped over, shoving Victor back to look at the computer. "FATHER FANG!" She said with a wide smile and waved like a maniac. The man on the screen laughed. The quality of the web cam he was using was amazing, everything was so clear. "Hello Emelia." He smiled, his voice caring an Italian accent. Father Fang was a beautiful man, with a scar down his left eye. "Where are you right now?" Emelia asked as she settled herself in Victor's lap and blocked the way. The man laughed again. "England, visiting it. Very lovely this time of year." He said, then frowned. "Who's that?" He asked. Alex was in the very corner of the shot, Victor's computer angled enough to where he was in the camera view.