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fallingUPstairs__x x Crew
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 Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 12:36 am
Given that it was the middle of the night, the mansion was full of movement when Zekiel half-walked, half-snuck back inside, a bundle of blankets tucked into the crook of his arm from which a fluffy brown-and-green tail hung lazily. It was obvious that the tall vampire hadn't fed that night, and so he was given several strange looks by his colleagues. But he shook them off with a thin smile, purposefully heading to the upper floor when his rooms lay. The bundle murmured happily as the noise and light faded, giving way to the peace and quiet of the upper floors. Most of the clan was out hunting at this time, so the bedrooms were mostly abandoned, leaving the floor silent and dark. Just the way Erebos liked it.
But things only got better for the sleepy spawn in terms of comfort. Zekiel took him into a room that was almost completely dark, with curtains drawn despite the darkness outside and only a few candles providing illumination. Gently, the vampire placed him in a nest of blankets and pillows in the corner, smiling at the fluffy naga boy. "There you go, Erebos. Welcome to your new home. I trust that everything is to your preferences?"
He laughed as Erebos giggled and nuzzled against the blankets with a wide smile on his face, already yawning contentedly. "Yeah... So nice..." His wings fluttered the slightest bit. "Nice.... House..."
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 2:17 am
Cecelia was the one creature that lurked beyond the ancient wooden walls of the mansion to whom Zekiel's skulking could be differentiated between 'normal' and 'abnormal'. It seemed that random non-feeding escapades were either commonplace for Zekiel or were turning a blind eye to such matters. Deep azure eyes flicked up from the weathered writings of a dead poet, and she rose from her seat, dresses and other ruffles fluttering about her small form. There was something in his arms. Something small and bundled, with the tail of a dragon. And she wanted to know what it was.
With all the sound of a lovelorn spirit, Cecelia floated up the stairs behind her dear friend, deep chestnut curls fluttering at her bloodless cheeks. There was nothing abnormal as the lanky male ahead of her slipped like a shadow through the doorway and into a room swathed in inky darkness, only deepened by the flickering candles within the small space. Dark slitted pupils outstretched themselves, and it was Zekiel her eyes first fell upon, heart fluttering at the way the light of the flame lapped at his high cheekbones, the pallor flavour of them telling of the food he had yet to consume. Perhaps that was the nature of the package?
"Zekiel." A voice, calm and composed. Mature. The voice of a woman, contrasting the small-statured child that stood within the frame of the door. Lips and nails glowed the deep red shade of blood this night, eyes illuminated by shimmering gold and haunting blacks, ruby teardrops hanging beneath her ears. In the very way she carried herself, the everlasting daughter of the night was certainly no child. The creature within Zekiel's arms, however; that was nothing less.
Weathered eyes peeled open wide, dark lashes brushing her skin as she took a slow step back, dark shoes clicking quietly on the ground beneath her. Those stormcloud eyes snapped onto Zekiel's form quickly, her small body moving through the doorway once more, a sharp slam causing the audience of candles to shiver in anticipation. "Is this... is this a child, Zekiel?" she asked, frozen blood boiling at the possible outcomes that said child would have been brought into the house for. Trembling herself, ruddy nails dug gently into her palms as she rejected her temper's attempts at controlling her assumptions. "Why...? Why is it here, Zekiel?"
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fallingUPstairs__x x Crew
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 2:54 pm
Under any normal circumstances, Cecelia's voice would have given Zekiel a shock, and even now he felt the need to check the corners of the dark room, convinced that her dangerous father was lurking there, waiting to rip him apart. The child-like vampress had the habit of keeping him silent company, and her father had developed the habit of becoming increasingly suspicious. Not that their interactions were anything to become angry about; Dante's protectiveness over his eternal daughter simply knew no bounds. Zekiel knew of several clan members who had been killed for having one too many conversations with the girl.
Therefore it was understandable that the vampire visibly jumped when the cultured voice reached his ears. Erebos whimpered pathetically at the loud slam, curling up his tail and weeping small tired tears softly. For a moment, Zekiel was torn between his charge and his friend, and he hesitated awkwardly before scooping the naga up and stroking his hair softly. He'd had this child for all of four hours and already his instincts had transformed from predatorial to paternal; he could have never guessed that a child's cry could be so powerful. Between the guilty, excited smile on his face and the gentle brushing of the boy's hair, it should have been clear to anyone that Zekiel didn't intend any harm to come to this child.
"Shh, Cecelia, please. Keep your voice down, he's very tired. Look, you've disturbed him." Zekiel moved towards the small girl just like a new parent, showing off his newborn infant to anyone who showed even the most minimal interest. "And don't worry, I mean nothing... menacing towards this child. I'm taking care of him. As you can plainly see, he's a very abnormal child; the hybrid spawn of a demon and an angel. I've been assigned to take care of him, nothing more." The slightest of smile appeared on his washed-out face. "His name is Erebos."
Erebos whimpered once more, although he greatly appreciated his new father's gentle pets. His half-closed eyes flicked towards this new person, and he pouted at her adorably. "Shhh... Be hushie..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 2:20 pm
The rage, Cecelia would admit, was unprecedented. Surely, Zekiel was not the sort to do such things to children, but the young woman had thought the same of her mother before she was turned. Between that and her father's all-consuming over-protectiveness, it was no surprise that she didn't even trust the closest of her friends to keep from committing such an atrocious act. But within moments of being within the candlelit room, Cecelia came to see that there was not a harmful thought anywhere in the forlorn vampire's mind, the man coddling the child as though it was his own. Stepping closer, she knelt beside the pair, looking over the toddler, oceanic eyes filled with intrigue.
He was certainly not what she would have expected, with a scent that made her very taste buds stand erect, desperately curious to taste this foreign flavour. Yet she knew that was forbidden, at least by her own morale. She would never permit herself to drink the blood of the innocent, of any so small and so defenseless. And none she had seen before were more pitiful than this weeping baby. Softly, she stroked a hand across his patched cheek, azure eyes skimming across his inhuman form. More creature than child, this one was.
"Take care of him?" the woman questioned, eyes flicking up toward the handsome, forlorn male who sat holding his newest charge. Between two pale and spindly fingers, she took a strand of the child's hair, tangled and knotted and perfectly matching his otherwise disheveled appearance. Wrinkling her nose in distaste, the eternal child muttered to herself sarcastically. "Fine job you've been making of that, I see..."
Without an open request, she eased her arms beneath the toddler, who was almost her height, though his body was lightweight and curled into itself. Not bothering to ask any sort of permission, she cradled the child against her chest and stood, looking over her pallor companion critically. "Retrieve Sorin or one of the others and meet the two of us in the bathing room," she stated simply, leaving no room for questioning as she slipped out the door, draping the blanket over the child's eyes.
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