Turn Of Events

Novus thrashed, kicking his feet and clawing at Blaine's back, still trying to scream, but nothing more than strained, small noises left his open mouth.

Blaine's eyes snapped open. He suddenly found himself on the floor, not knowing how he got there. He looked at Novus, terrified of what he may have done to him. Blaine then grabbed a stray pair of pants and ran out. He ran out of the room, pulled on the pants and just kept running. Out of his home and into the village. Blaine didn't slow his pace even when he got into the center of the village, where vampire hunters were continually on guard.

Novus lay in the coffin still, an eyelid twitching slightly as blood still flowed quite freely from the deep wound in his neck. The whites of his eyes shifted to black as his body began convulsing slightly from the blood loss. After a couple minutes, Novus made the effort to climb out of the coffin, but found it difficult. His hands, covered in his own blood from gripping at the wound, couldn't get a good enough grip on the sides of the coffin to pull him up.

The reason why Blaine had been so forcibly removed became apparent immediately. An incubus, dressed in obviously high tailored clothes pushed Novus back into to coffin and licked at the wound. He pulled back after a while, confident that the strong healing agents in his saliva would begin working soon.
This incubus was quite likely the most beautiful, the most perfect. His long black hair flowed easily over his shoulders, like black silk. He had deep, dark blue eyes that danced with laughter, but with an undertone of wisdom. His thin lips were forever curled in a knowing smile. He was tall, and his shoulders broad. He was completely dressed in a deep red, all of the articles were made out of silk. His shirt was a simple button up, his pants looked more like pajama pants but, coupled with the top, looked more than decent. Over top of this, was a long cloak that dragged the ground. The collar was rimmed in long black feathers. This was an incubus of great importance.

Novus gazed up at this stranger, but the image was too blurry to really make out any important details. His lips were completely white from the loss of blood. "...wh--" he tried speaking, but was too weak and shocked to create any decent sound. He gulped, mouth dry, and a few of his muscles still involuntarily twitched.

The incubus put a finger to Novus's lips. "shh, young one.... Rest. I'll stay here and guard you until your master returns. Your questions will be answered in time." His voice was deep and sounded like deep bells with a heavy Italian accent. He turned away and raised an arm with his palm facing upward, his eyes turned down towards the floor. A very comfortable chair rose straight out of the ground, in the same hue as his clothes. He took a seat and rested one ankle on his knee as he watched Novus.

Novus stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes, then a few, inky black tears flowed forth from his eyes and ran over his temples, and into his ears. His face contorted with agony, and his chest was wracked with silent sobs. More tears flowed forth even though his eyes were now squeezed shut, teeth clenched, not even breathing as the air hitched tightly in his throat.

The incubus sighed and scootched forward next to Novus. He gently stroked his head. "shh.... Everything will be set aright. These things happen from time to time with vampires.... It doesn't mean that Blaine can't be trusted. He just lost control for a second. He's just as scared and hurt as you are right now... Just pray that he returns before the dawn, young Novus... He will make your pain go away."

Novus calmed down somewhat, but his brow was still furrowed. Who was touching him?? Why...
Novus just nodded, and managed to open his eyes enough to look at the stranger. He tried to get a focused picture, but was having a hard time of it.

The incubus withdrew his hand and sat looking at Novus with sorrowful eyes. Such a precious thing he was. ~He'd make a good ruler one day...~ He thought to himself. Diabolizers tended to make excellent rulers. Maybe Novus and Blaine would be the ones to bridge the final gap between incubi and vampires? Maybe one day.

Blaine returned a few hours later, dreading to return. He had wasted several minutes outside of his gate, dreading the body of his lover that he might find. Now he found himself right outside of the door to his coffin. He sniffed. Someone else was in there... There wasn't anything that smelled dead, so Blaine was happy, but he couldn't tell if there was fresh blood spilt or not. He flung the door open and made to strike at the strange incubus. He then recoiled in shock, fist still raised. "Natchios.....?" The incubus nodded. Blaine immediately dropped to his knees and pressed his forehead to the ground. "Forgive me! I didn't mean to!"
Natchios laughed. "See? I told you, Novus. He didn't mean to. Now get up Blaine, you have more dignity than that." Blaine stood up slowly and kept his head hung in shame. He slowly moved over to Novus and stroked his face gently. "I'm so sorry, little one...."

Novus had been drifting in and out of conciousness over the past few hours. After a few seconds he opened his eyes, but he didn't need to see Blaine to know it was him. Despite the apology, Novus couldn't help from shaking as the terror returned to him. His lips were deathly pale, his own blood everywhere.

Blaine couldn't help the few tears that managed to leak out. Taking his cue, Natchios turned and walked out of the room. He was still there, on the other side of the door. Blaine, shaking from his own terror, slit his own wrist and held the bleeding wound to Novus's mouth. "Please drink, my little one... I don't want you to leave me here..."

Novus flinched, still shaking slightly, wanting to run, but he couldn't. Against his will his mouth clamped down on Blaine's wrist, taking from him eagerly, but with muffled cries.

Blaine leaned heavily against the coffin, dropping down to his knees as he was overcome with tears. He almost wanted Novus to take every single last drop out of his body. He felt ashamed at failing his love. He felt dirty. Most of all, he couldn't trust himself anymore and that Novus's trust in him had been severly shaken, possibly unrepairable. Blaine didn't know what to do. He just sobbed softly, letting Novus take as much as he wanted this time, instead of cutting him off.

Novus stopped taking from Blaine once his body determined he'd had enough to get by for now. That slight pink shade had returned to his lips. He remained laying where he was, even though his instincts told him to run. "...Blaine.....?" he called out quietly, voice shaky, nervous.

Blaine just stayed where he was, not moving at all. He didn't even draw back his still bleeding wrist to heal it. He was weaker now. He just didn't care at the moment anymore. He'd failed Novus. In failing Novus, he had failed himself.

After a few more minutes of utter silence, Novus shifted, gripping the sides of the coffin and pulling himself up. He lightly stepped out, bare feet not making any noise upon the floor. He kneeled down next to Blaine, the fear in his black eyes now mostly concealed. "Why did you attack me, Master..." he asked...the voice slightly deeper than normal...the voice he had when first turned. That confident, dark voice. The question did beg for an honest answer, but also was laced with a slightly threatening tone.

Blaine refused to look into his eyes. "I-I.... lost control...... I-I don't know wh-what came over me....." He couldn't resist anymore and looked up, his blue eyes gazing deeply into Novus's. Tears had cut paths into his face and down his neck. "I'm so sorry, little one.... I didn't mean to..."

Novus studied Blaine with his depthless black eyes for what seemed like eternity, his dark gaze staring directly into Blaine's eyes. Penetrating his soul.
"Alright," Novus said softly, at last. "I believe you..."he told Blaine, offering a small, somehwhat comforting smile, despite his current slightly-frightening nature. He moved towards Blaine, reaching out and holding Blaine's face with a hand as Novus leaned in a kissed him softly on the lips.

Blaine tentatively kissed him back, shaking. He tentatively circled his arms around Novus's waist pulling him slowly to him. Last thing he wanted right now was for Novus to pull away in fright. Blaine probably wouldn't be able to take it if Novus pulled away too much. All he wanted was to hold the little one and make sure he was alright.
Outside, in the foyer, Natchios stared down at Garet. He shook his head at the still unconscious form lying on the ground. He kicked Garet in the gut, just for good measure. He then spat on his face, letting him know just who was there. Letting him know just who wouldn't forget. Natchios then turned and took his seat next to the door leading down to the basement and relaxed. It might be awhile before the two of them came back out.

Novus only stiffened slightly, but he did let Blaine hold him. He knew Blaine was genuinely sorry...and who else could he place trust in? ~Do you love me?~ Novus asked, tilting his head as he deepened their kiss. Still quite nude and somewhat covered in his own blood, he sat upon Blaine's lap and circled his arms around Blaine's neck.

Blaine breath fluttered out of him somehow, and he willingly deepened the kiss. ~Of course I love you....~ Who else would he love? His life had been dark and dreary in the time between his human lover and Novus. He had no one and nothing to love. His life had turned black. As soon as Novus had accepted the offer to live in Blaine's home, Blaine's life had finally shone like a ray of sunshine.
A tug on the back of his mind made Blaine finally pull away to stare at the floor in thought. He looked up at Novus with a slight smile on his face. "The sun is about to rise little one... You should sleep...Regain your strength."

Novus knew Blaine loved him, he had just wanted to hear it. He shifted his weight slightly, black eyes studying Blaine as he spoke. "Yes...I feel it..."he said, his eyelids getting slightly heavy from want of rest. "What about you??? Are going to come sleep with me?" Novus asked, running a hand over Blaine's hair.

Blaine shook his head. "No little one... I have some...one I want to take care of first." He said it with a smirk on his face. Blaine gently kissed Novus again before standing up, carrying Novus with him and placing him in the coffin gently. "That is, unless you'd rather not lay here this time?"

Novus blinked, looking up at Blaine. "Is...there somewhere else..?" he asked, shaking slightly. If he could, he wanted to avoid sleeping...here, in this coffin where he'd almost died for the second time. He held out his arms for Blaine to pick him up again.

Blaine picked Novus up with ease and set him next to him on the floor. Blaine chuckled and looked at the shredded clothes on the floor, finding Novus's miraculously still whole pants. He picked them up and held them to him. "I doubt you'd want to walk nude in front of our company."

Novus shook his head, and quickly took his pants from Blaine and slipped into them. Even though....he had been naked in front of Natchios earlier. After he dressed Novus took Blaine's hand and kept close to him.

Blaine wrapped his arm around Novus's shoulders and led him up and out of the coffin room and basement, nodding at Natchios as he passed. He led Novus up to a completely different room in the west side of the house on the second floor. "I think I'll just keep changing rooms with you until you find one that you like. All the rooms in this house have blackout curtains, so there's no need to fear the sunlight while you sleep." Blaine sighed and looked around the room. "There's a lot of memories in this room......" he said more to himself than anything.

Novus paused, looking around the room. His eyes were not yet back to normal, but he turned to Blaine and smiled. "This will do fine," he said, standing on his tip toes and kissing Blaine's chin. The Diabolizer could almost feel the current of memories that flowed in this room.

Blaine bent down and kissed Novus gently, not lingering very long. He could still smell her scent in this room. It had been several years since he had set foot in the room, yet, somehow, not a speck of dust had settled anywhere. Her perfume was still sitting on the dresser, and her clothes were, more than likely, still in the dresser.
As he turned to leave, fully intending to stop at the door and bid Novus goodnight, something caught his eye. He turned, and there, sitting on the corner of a desk, was a picture. The same picture Blaine had taken of her. His breath hitched. He'd forgotten all about it. Yet there it was, as plain as day. Her photo showed that she had long wavy hair, light brown or red, judging by the shade of the black and white picture. Her face was heart-shaped and her eyes twinkled with youth and laughter. She was just reclining in a nightgown on an old sofa of Blaine's. The sofa had long since been burned and thrown away, but Blaine remembered it. She was obviously tall for a woman and she held herself with pride, even in the reclined position. It was easy to see why Blaine had fallen in love with her.

Novus also studied the picture. At first, his expression was unreadable, his eyes silently scanning the old photo. After a while longer he smiled slightly, eyes finally making there way back to normal. "She is beautiful, Blaine..." he commented, tilting his head slightly.

Blaine nodded slightly, his eyes wide. "Yes.... she is..... was...." His finger gently drew a line down her face. He then picked his hand up and laid the picture down, face first, on the desk. "But she's gone.... And there's no point in me looking back." He looked at Novus and smiled. "I have you now. And you're all that I need."

Novus smiled a genuine smile. The terror from earlier seemed to not have ever happened, from the light that emitted from his face. It dimmed slightly as his thoughts wandered, however. How long would he be staying with the Prince? Novus didn't know.
Novus wrapped his arms around Blaine, burying his face in Blaine's chest.

Blaine's thoughts mirrored his as he wrapped his arms around Novus and held him tightly. He didn't want Novus to go just yet. He needed him here, beside him. Blaine needed the support. There was no telling just how long the Prince would keep Novus, but there were several ideas. The amount that Novus had to learn could take months. Blaine didn't want to be parted from his beloved for that long.

After a few long moments of silence, Novus looked up at Blaine. "I'm sure...you could at least visit me every once in a while..." he pointed out, trying to cheer Blaine up, and himself. He kissed Blaine on the chin again, but then yawned. Dawn was drawing near, and Novus was getting sleepy quickly.

Blaine kissed the top of Novus's head. "I'm sure I will too, but you need to sleep for now. Go on, I won't let anything else happen to you if I have to die trying, little one, and you can be sure of that." Blaine smiled softly at Novus before turning around and walking out, trying to fight off the sleep that was quickly overcoming his body. He made it down to the kitchen where he pulled a ring with a deep red stone out of a hidden drawer and slipped it on. Immediately, he became much more alert and awake. He pulled an elixer from the same spot. The liquid was the color of blood, and was thick like half-congealed blood, but most certaintly wasn't. He walked back out to Garet and forced the liquid down his throat. It would wake him up within a matter of seconds and keep him awake for hours.
Blaine took down six different jars and carried them over to Garet. He delicately placed them around him in a circle. "You know what these are?" he asked Garet. Garet shook his head, fearing what might come out of those jars. Blaine started at the one farthest to the north and uncovered it. Ashes. "The first one. Orpheus. He took her head." He walked counter-clockwise to the next one and uncovered it. "Immanuel. Took her right arm." The next one: "Jacob. Her right leg. ... Toru. Her left leg. ... Yarus. Her left arm." Blaine paused at the last one. Garet was quivering at this point. He knew who layed in that last jar. His strongest. One that used to be older than Blaine and the Prince himself. Garet tried to back away unable to find speech. Blaine nodded and smiled maliciously. "That's right. Lascaris. An Ancient. One of those that had the honor of being sired by the original vampire. Lascaris. He who knew no vampire mortalities. I even used his ashes to create this ring and that elixer. Lascaris carried off her chest and mutilated it, the sick pervert. And you orchestrated this act. Do you know what lies in store for you?" Garet had his eyes shut tightly. He looked up when Blaine fell silent. Blaine was pointing to Natchios. "An incubus turned Diabolizer to tear your soul out. That leaves me with your ashes. Believe me, I'd torture you for much longer if I had the chance." Garet didn't doubt it. He no longer had to fear for his life. It was gone. He knew it. He hoped he'd be driven to insanity in these next three days so he wouldn't understand what was happening to him. But Blaine wasn't done with him just yet.
"I want you to know just what fate you assigned for them." Blaine raised his hands and some of the ashes raised from the jars and encircled in their own streams around Garet. Garet, at this point, was crying. His sanity was about to be tested. Blaine's eyes had turned solid black from the magic he was using. His voice was deep and evil. Natchios grew uncomfortable. "Orpheus," his ashes fused to Garet's skin, burning him and his mind, "give your death man your final memories." Garet writhed and screamed. Flashes of Blaine with cattails with shrapnel attatched to them flying at him. All Garet could see was shrouded in red. All of it terrifying and painful. Scratches appeared on Garet's skin and bled freely. "Immanuel, give your death man your final memories." These memories were progressively worse. Each one that Blaine had hunted down, Blaine had gotten angrier, so the torturings got worse. "LASCARIS! Give this slime your memories!" This was quite possibly the worst. Lascaris had been pressed inbetween two thick, heavy pieces of metal for weeks on end, each day getting tighter. Spikes pierced his skin and drove through to pierce through his lungs and stomach organs. Garet screamed at the top of his lungs and roared. His skin had been turned white from the ashes that had been burned into his skin. They wouldn't leave now. Not ever. Garet bleed from his eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth, as well as many other places on his body. The memories would cease in a little while, a few seconds at most, so the bleeding would stop soon. When it did, Garet would pass out again. Blaine would be gone by then.
Natchios, usually a man of great pride and dignity and courage, sat in a far corner of the room, terrified by what Blaine was doing to Garet. This was THE ultimate torture for any being. To receive the memories of a person's final moments on the earth was extremely hard to bear. Pain and physical inflictions were the least of worries. It was the psycological damage Blaine was causing. It was quite possible Blaine would hand Garet over to Novus to toy with now that he had delivered the final kick. Blaine wouldn't be able to top that. Neither would Novus, but it would make the young Diabolizer happy. Blaine, forgetting about Natchios strode up the stairs and laid down with Novus. He took off the ring and just mananged to set it on the nightstand before falling into his deathly still sleep, Novus cuddled safely against him.
Downstairs, something in Garet cracked. He looked around, paranoid of every shadow and smell. He screamed hysterically for a few moments, before dropping to the floor in his own deep sleep. He grunted in his sleep, which was completely unheard of, even from insane vampires. Garet had been completely broken.