A Brother's Love

BLame snarled as he threw the chair out of his way, stalking towards the door. He'd woken up, safe in his bed, yet, he couldn't feel Lucious near him, mot in his mind, not mext to heat. He was gone. 'Must have slipped away while I was unconciuos...I must'a been out for awhile for him to get that far.' he thought to himself as he yanked the door open, not bothering to put on a shirt. Only one thing was on his mind and he was hell-bent on retriving it. All hell was going to pay if he wasn't able to hunt down his brother.

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"Andrei, how long you suppose we keep him?" Lacarda said as he brushed back the sleeping boy's hair, all traces of his rough acent from befor he dissappered. Ah, such a small beauty. Such a sweet little thing, so trusting, inviting. Andrie glanced over at him from his place on the chair.

"Well, he's been here for two days, and whoever lost him is bound ot be looking for him. I think we should rid of him tommrow. But don't worry, he'll rack in a good price. Look at how small he is. They love that." Andrie giggled, and curled up in the chair. He blinked as Lucious shifted on the bed. "He'll bring in a good price and by tommrow, he'll wish he'd never run away..." he said shortly.

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Blame let a growl rise through up through his throat as he ripped at the pale flesh of a young man. What a let down, so may slaughtered and still no scent or word of Lucious. This had been the second brothrel he'd visted, and silently he'd killed all of the 'employee's', either by chocking, smothering, or slimply tearing through the soft flesh of thier neck with sharpened canines. He'd gotten close enough to each prostitute, gently kissing down thier neck, or slipping behind them, and when he didn't scent Luciuos, or if they had told him they'd never seen a small, blonde-headed, blue-eyed beauty, he'd kill them with little sound as possible so not to wake to wake or disturb the neighboors. And on to the next room he'd move onto. He knew that prostitues were his easiest targets, for they covered much ground at night, searching for the highest bidder, and even if they had passed Lucios he knew he could at least catch a wiff of him. His demonic senses were in full-throttle as his anger and blood-lust were raging now, hunting.

As he let the dead boy slip down, he moved towards the door. At the next door, he pulled it roughly open, and found a woman sleeping quitely on the bed. Closing his eyes, he smiled. Lucious. He could just bearly smell it but there it was, the soft unforgettable scent of his little brother. He crossed the room to the bed in four long strides, and quickly roused the woman from her sleep, shaking her roughly, never noticing the bones that stuck out from her back. She blinked at him, yet held no emotion in her empty eyes. He kneeled on the edge of the bed, her shoulders still in his tight grasp.

"Where were you last night?" he snarled through gritted teeth. She flinched, the tiniest bit of fear leaking through her strong composer. She was young in body, but wise for her years, he knew by the look in her eyes, the way she was carefully hiding any emotion as best as possible. He knew that threating would not work on her, she longed to rid herself of this life, but apprantly was not strong enough to act on those feelings. "Please...Please tell me where you were last night. I've lost something very close to me, and I must find it. A street name, a pub, anything. Please." He asked, surpressing his anger for a moment, trying to convay how despret he was in his voice insted.

She blinked at him, and reached up to stroke his cheek, fingers trailing over the stitches. Her tiny mouth opened, then closed, and that in itself made Blame want to snap her neck then and there, but he optted for hissing in a breath. "Please. You have to tell me." he whispered through his once again gritted teeth, looked her dead in the eyes. She tilted her head, as if trying to pry into his mind, and he had the vauge sense it was working.

Her voice was small, meak and cracked as if she had forgotten how to use it, but a great happiness had filled her eyes. "He's somewhere in The Third Stories, near the Goat's Tail. Do you knwo wher-" she was cut off, but did not seem to care.

"Yes. I know." Blame said as he stood to his feet, letting her go. He crossed the room to the door, and as he put his hadn on the knob, he glanced behind his shoulder. There she was, lyingon the bed, still staring at him, with an empty look in her eyes. Something pulled at his chest. That look...Those eyes held a look of empty-ness, of life of nothing but constant torment, those eyes that belonged to his brother. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opening them, went back tot the bed, carefully drawing her up to stand on her feet. He placed one hand delicatly under her small chin,and the other on the back of her head, he soft hair warm against his cold finger. While staring staright into her eyes, he snapped her neck, quickly, painlessly.

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He stared blandly up at the ceiling as the man pulled out of him roughly. A million thought trialed through is head, but he couldn't concentrate on just one. The pain, however, was a diffrent story. Everything hurt. And as this perfect stranger shifted to the edge of the bed, he found he could do nothing as the man grasped his hair roughly, and kissed him with a druken passion. Even this hurt, he could feel his lips bruising.

As the man dressed, Lucious shifted slightly on the bed, a sharp pain shooting up through his spin and through every limb. The stranger left without, shutting the door behid him. Lucious didn't care. At least he'd been given a few moments of rest, unlike last time.

He'd been sleeping, he remembered, when rough violent hands shook him awake. Of corse, he'd been disoriented for the firts few moments and thought of that Blame, Blame had found him. But as he opened his eyes, it wasn't the golden color of his brother's that met his, but a muddy brown color. He had begun ot struggle, his voice rising, limbs flaling to all sides, he had been rewarded with a sharp backhand, and a few grunts of satisfaction as he stilled, fearing what else those hands could do. Tears stung his eyes as his body was roughly ravaged, and he knew he could do nothing about it, this man was twice his size. Then came the pain as the man vicoiusly took him, tearing him with no remorse. The starnger didn't seem to care for the boy's screams, or the way the blood trickled down to the sheets, stainging them.

And just as he thought he was released from this torment, the stranger finally done, pulling out of him, the door had been opened, reveling yet another unkown man who immedently took the other's place. And before he passed out for the first time, he wondered why he'd run away.

Lucious slipped in and out of conciousness. He'd have just enough time to notice this was a slightly diffrent face before he'd pass out again. This happened maybe five times before the faces all looked the same, and finally he just didn't wake up.

He's knows he not dead, no life is too cruel to allow him to die yet. But he can't feel anyhting, and his body is humming. IS this what it's life to float between the two? Is this that empty vortex between life and death some lucky few experiance?

It's not horrible, but it is frightening. Like being utterly confused, no name, no sense of time, nothing. NOthing but the whisperes of memories you can't seem to grap ahold completly. How confusing...'Nice but...so confusing' Lucious knows his mind is still working, so he can't be dead, but he has no body seemingly. But he doesn't linger on that thought for long, thoughts shifting to wondering if he's ever going to wake up. As nice as it seemed, he knew he was going to have to wake up soon.
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