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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Aug 13, 2008 0:50:58 GMT -5
***FROM SOMEPLACE BACKSTAGE***
Maleo led the taller man without looking back now, having not really said a word. Had he not been given an intricate tour of the performer's apartments, he may have gotten lost.
Withdrawing a key, Maleo opened the door to his small apartment, with a confining bed, broken picture frames and overall drab appearance as if it had been abandoned by the previous owner and never refurbished. Truth be told, Maleo made it look so shabby.
"Welcome to my abode," he said, turning a bit with his guest through the door. He noticed the paler skin and claws, giving the bigger man's hands a longer gaze before he shut - and locked - the door behind him.
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Post by Marlow on Aug 13, 2008 1:10:08 GMT -5
As soon as the lock was turned, Marlow was on the singer, having lost all human appearance, he towered now at his full height, his teeth were long and sharply pointed, fingers elongated and claws curved sharply, purchasing into the man's shoulders and pushing him back against the wall as the Strigoi sank his teeth into the man's neck and shoulder, tasting only a little with a shudder but keeping his hunger in check. He wanted this one on a permanent basis.
After only a few seconds, he dropped Maleo and stepped back, hunched and animalistic, teeth bared, eyes glittering and building a steady, healthy red glow from the little blood he'd taken. He said something in a language the Sopranist wouldn't understand, and waited.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Aug 13, 2008 1:16:03 GMT -5
Maleo gasped when he was pinned, and shuddered when he felt the teeth in his neck. From what it would have seemed, he looked to have melted against the wall until his release.
When he first got his wits back, he was breathing heavily, and looked a little paler from the blood loss, but seemed more concerned that his rather nice pinstripe suit had been torn and stained.
"You... get to intimacy rather quickly," sounding a little disappointed that he was still alive. Though a twinkle appeared in his eye, and the neutral expression of his face had widened into an excited smile. His hand was on his shoulder, gingerly touching the tender wounds so that he may examine his own blood on his fingers.
"May I at least have your name?"
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Post by Marlow on Aug 13, 2008 1:25:57 GMT -5
The tall creature let out a low, pleased growl and approached again, shoving the man back against the wall and bending over him to lap a long, pointed tongue at the wounds until they started to heal over.
Marlow. I am your Father. Your Uram.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Aug 13, 2008 1:34:25 GMT -5
Maleo groaned quietly, a bit dizzy from blood loss and now a growing bump on the back of his head. He hissed a little where he felt his skin knitting together, and reached his hands up to push against the big... creature. This kind of vampire was not the romanticized thing he'd nearly vomited over when reading a piece of contemporary trash, but neither was it the bloated, rotting corpse he had researched.
Either way, Marlow - Father - was something new to him, and he felt a shade rebellious (in the hopes of getting thrown around again).
"What... if I refuse?"
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Post by Marlow on Aug 13, 2008 1:38:44 GMT -5
"You cannot. You are already mine. Time will bring you to me whether you rebel now or accept it as fact."
Marlow stepped back again, wiped his blood-stained mouth on his sleeve (if one looked close one would see that his long coat was already similarly stained here and there) and pushed one clawed hand through what remained of his dark hair, teeth still bared.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Aug 13, 2008 1:47:31 GMT -5
"Well then..." he pushed off the wall and moved toward his dressing table, removing his damaged clothing without a second glance to Marlow or regard for him undressing in front of another man.
"Are you going to haunt me again, or do I wait until you call for me? I must say, you are different than what I have read. Humans misunderstand your kind greatly," he said, changing into a fresh black shirt and tie. "Or will you simply stay here?"
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Post by Marlow on Aug 13, 2008 1:56:38 GMT -5
"Mheef confuse our kind with our weaker decendants." he growled and stepped forward, resuming a more human shape, keeping his height and the black glitter of his eyes, the alien palor (which could not be described as corpuscular, for there was life in it) of his skin.
"You are very accepting, for mheef. Do not seem upset," Marlow tilted his head a bit, showing up clearly in the mirror behind Maleo. "It will take several...visits before you are ready to come with Father."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Aug 13, 2008 2:05:11 GMT -5
"So some of the stories are true..." he said with a faint smile, turning to sit in a worn out, over-stuffed armchair. "You intend to keep me, then," he stated, looking like he was planning for the future rather than lamenting his past decision to let the man in.
"And if you are to be my Father, I cannot go back now, can I? Why be upset over something already set in motion?" He looked rather pleased anyway, and stretched his legs out, laying his arms on the rests.
Repeating himself, he looked at the dark curtains on his one, small window facing another building. "Are you going to stay here? I can make it darker. I hate the sun."
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Post by Marlow on Aug 13, 2008 2:16:35 GMT -5
Marlow moved back and forth on his feet for a few moments, indecisive. He had not planned on this, exactly.
"I will stay. There must be no sun--if you deceive me and try to kill me with the light, you will die too."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Aug 13, 2008 2:21:13 GMT -5
Maleo smiled again, briefly, before he got up and showed Marlow the thick curtains he had over the window. "No light passes through these. As I said, I hate the sun."
The curtains looked to be thick canvas like used in the theatre, recycled for Maleo's needs.
"You can use my bed, if you like. I will take the floor," he said, rather accommodating for a man who had just been attacked, bitten and forced into being a creature of darkness. "I think the bed's gone a little soft anyway."
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Post by Marlow on Aug 13, 2008 2:24:23 GMT -5
Of course, to rest properly, Marlow needed a mound of earth, but a day's unrest wouldn't kill him and remaining might quicken the bond between himself and his new, first child.
"I will sleep on the floor." The bed was far too small for him anyway. "With you."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Aug 13, 2008 23:16:57 GMT -5
"With me?" For the first time since they met, Maleo appeared a tad surprised. Adjusting the curtain so that no light would sneak in upon them in the morning, the Spaniard pushed his bed against the wall, clearing a proper amount of space for the both of them.
Once that was settled, he took a step behind a short folding screen and swapped his good clothes for his bedclothes (a satiny set of bruised purple). Coming out again, he bowed to his new "Father," spreading his arms to give him his choice of floorspace.
"After you, Father."
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Post by Marlow on Aug 13, 2008 23:22:49 GMT -5
Marlow merely stretched stiffly out on the floorboards, his arms at his sides, legs and back straight, staring up at the ceiling. He could already feel his marked boy's blood singing through his own veins and that caused, at least, a slight rumble. The old Strigoi hoped they would link quickly, for the sooner he had a suitable companion, the sooner he could leave Vicente behind.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Aug 13, 2008 23:26:59 GMT -5
The smaller man laid out on the floor after he doused the lone lamp in his room, settling onto his back in a similar manner to the strigoi, except his arms were folded over his chest as a corpse in a coffin.
"Rest in peace, Father," he intoned quietly, settling on the floorboards, quite all right with having a bare, cold floor to support him.
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