Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you
Now you got someone to blame
You say
One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
It's one love
We get to share it
It leaves you baby
If you don't care for it
Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's too late
Tonight
To drag the past out
Into the light
We're one
But we're not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
One
Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come tor raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head
Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
We hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt
One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other...
Gideon's pace slowed as he moved along the inky black alleyways, his hands slipping from thier pockets and spreading slightly, arms opening. He closed his eyes as he walked - he didn't need sight to find his way through the maze of damp, chill alleyways. He reached out, slowly, silently, using all of that horrible gift to sing that siren song that brought them out like lifeless marionettes. Sure enough, there was one very close - an answering echo.
Thalon drifted, cat-paw quiet through the night, as comfortable in darkness as any wild beast. Not so comfortable in the chill, but heat sheaths bared skin to hold that at bay. Scent guides, but more so that subconcious sense innate to his bloodline, speaking as clearly as words, here is that which is mine. A larger shadow pours itself from the night, velvet brush of slender muzzle against too-hot skin, nostrils flare wide to drink in the one scent to enter, and leave intact, their lair. They stalk.
Gideon turned the corner and let his eyes open gradually. There, in the doorway of a run-down building, an overcrowded apartment complex, a woman stepped out into the night, her feet bare against the freezing cobblestones, a worn nightgown fluttering about her thin legs. Gideon welcomed her as she slowly made her way towards him, entranced. She was past her prime, careworn and roughened by whatever stones life had beat her against, but none of it mattered. She was his now.
The long black coat billowed in the icy breeze as he spread his arms wide and she stepped into them like a lover. He folded her close to him, feeling the frailty of her body crush against his own. It never failed to fascinate him in a detached sort of way as to why they came, these moths, drawn to the flame of release he offered so selfishly. This one was sick - and she knew it... dying of some rotting disease.
He smiled to himself as he smoothed back her matted hair and bent his head as if to pray. He could feel the quickening beat of her heart against him, could practically see the liquid life that rushed through her veins only kept from him by that thin, fragile layer of skin. He closed his hand on the back of her neck as tenderly as if he cradled a child, and sank is teeth into her throat with the loving viciousness of a beast. He gorged, the warm liquid pouring forth into his mouth and down his throat, one strong draught almost enough to drain her, leave her weak. She mewled in sudden shock, weak fingers scrabbling against his back for purchase, her consciousness lost in the ecstasy of the giving.
Lift of wedge-shaped head, eyes flashing reflected light as the beast glides from the mouth of one alleyway to the confines of another. Chill, gritty stone bites into tawny skin as a shoulder brushes against a wall, soft whisper of skin on rough mortar. A few long paces bring the two together again, arm draped across silver-splashed obsidian shoulders. Two shadows merged into one, they slip from the alleyway, boots and clawed feet both predatorily silent as they glide through darkness toward their quarry. As one, they still, studying the tableau no more than a few yards from them: Lean male back, arms embracing a tattered female in a kiss that must surely leave only one to walk away. With a thought, the larger of the observing pair wheels, vanishing back into the alleyway, claws scritting across worn stone cobbles. Arms crossed across his chest, chain glittering softly in diffuse light, Thalon braces a shoulder against the wall.
The noise behind him brought Gideon instantly to the surface of the dark pool the kiss had plunged him into and he jerked his head upright, leaving the woman in a swoon, bleeding out down herself, the precious liquid coursind down her shoulders and back, dripping down her legs to waste itself on the unforgiving cobblestones. Gideon's head whipped round as he glanced back over his shoulder, his own unbeating heart caught in his throat.
Thalon tilted his head, dark hair slithering forward over his shoulder to splay, stark contrast, across his chest. Blood-black spill - black as the blood that courses from the savaged throat of the woman in Gideon's arms. Light flares, green-gold reflection of the lamps, as Thalons' gaze strokes down the other man's form and back up that of the woman. A brow arches, and a faint scuff stirs on Gideon's other side, golden-green flash of animal eyes against darkness, gone as soon as it appears.
Gideon didn't need any preturnatural sense to tell that it was Thalon's figure that the dim streetlights silhoutted at the end of the alleyway. He snarled softly, the hot rush of guilty embarassment almost too much to stomach. His head whipped to the side at the unfamiliar noise, however, embarassment seugeing to caution and fear in an instant. He glanced back toward that mockingly beautiful shadow, anger burning coldly in his luminous gaze.
He glanced down - the heart beat against his chest had stopped. She was gone, nearly half of her wasted on the street at his feet, a slick puddle still steaming slightly in the air. He let her corpse drop from his grasp, watching her hit the hard stones with a sickening crunch. He ran the back of one hand across his stained lowerlip and chin, glowering at Thalon from under lowered brows.
Thalon had hunted, and he'd found the prey, the quarry, the prize. Mocking amusement meets cold rage, and a high-pitched squeal of resonates from the direction of scuffing paws. Thalon's head turns, orienting more directly on the beast. Silence. In a few strides, the distance between the two is covered, one hand lifting as though to touch the vampire's cheek - but dropping again before any contact is made. With one booted foot Thalon stirs the figure on the ground, then simply turns and walks away.
Gideon took a step backwards at the squeal, body coiling as he searched the darkness for whatever monster it was that lurked there, torn between his anger and his fear. He jerked away from Thalon's half-attempted touch and watched the man turn to go, incredulous. He'd have screamed at him, worked out a rather colorful and inventive string of profanities if only there weren't a dead body at his feet and something large and rather unruly lurking nearby.
"Bloody pleased with yourself?!" Was all he managed to blurt out, as it was, eyes flickering from the retreating back to the shadows on his left and back again.
Again Thalon lifts a hand, and silver-spangled sable stretches from the night, far from where the last sound was heard, to touch it, golden-green eyes luminously reflective in the lamps. Velvet muzzle brushes down bare chest, a purring growl rising, and Thalon turns to stare back at Gideon. Green-gold, golden-green, one half completing the other. Black lips curling back from ivory fangs, the whine of a blood-mad weasel, a hand slaps lightly at the lifted muzzle. With a snort, the cou'ri whirls fully back into the alley, claws grating harshly on stone as it plunges away on a hunt of its' own, and Thalon turns fully to face Gideon.
"Actually, yes. I didn't think you'd be that easy to hunt. Getting careless, or just hoping somebody would take you up on the opportunity?"
"What the fuck is that?!" He hissed, drawing himself upright as he watched the cou'ri nuzzle Thalon like a horse would before diving off like some incensed, enormous kimodo dragon. He turned a disbelieving glare back on Thalon.
"I wasn't expecting to be followed. If I'd known I'd become some kind of sport or spectical for a half-mad elf and his overgrown iguana I might have concealed myself more carefully."
Thalon paused, intrigued by wonder as to what an iguana might be, but dismisses his curiosity.
"Careless, then. And sloppy."
He indicates the dead woman, flesh chilling and hardening at Gideon's feet as what blood remains to her settles to the bottom of her body.
"I do hope I didn't interrupt your dinner. Don't mind me - go right ahead and finish. Oh, and be sure to chew mint afterwards - she looks like even her blood must be rank with filth. And it's half-mad half-elf."
Gideon glanced down at the broken body at his feet, laying futilely in a crumpled heap. She hadn't even had the joy of passing in his embrace - instead suffocating as she bled out with no comfort of the distracting lies that the mind could play. His upper lip curled in disgust.
" Wasted."
It was one word, muttered with such vehemence and anger that it rung off the dank, dirty walls on either side of them, lingering eerily. He wanted to shake with rage at Thalon's careless disconcern about when and how he interrupted his life, harsh words bubbled up from within and wasted themselves against his clenched jaw. He stepped over the body and strode past Thalon in disgust and anger. The man had the infuriating ability to turn his world upside down with little more effort then batting one of his beautiful green cat's eyes it seemed, and with nothing Gideon could find good enough for retailiation in kind.
Thalon stepped closer to Gideon again, true anger flaring for the first time that evening. Heat bleeds into the night air, and a jerk of the head flings hair behind his shoulders as he glares at the other man.
"What are you angry about now, Gideon? That you were caught in the act of killing - or that it doesn't bother me? Or is it just that you aren't sure you came out on top of our last... conflict? Were you expecting me to be your pet, just because you deigned to spend a night on me?"
Thalon laughed softly, as much mockery of himself for even mentioning it as mockery of Gideon for being so upset. He turns his back on the vampire, moving quietly toward the alley the cou'ri had left down.
" I don't WANT a PET!" Gideon raged as he turned round, his skin on fire with color from the blood that he had taken. He looked almost alive, though his eyes burned with that unnatural brightness to them.
"You're so certain of everything, aren't you? So bloody sure. I don't need to own you, Thalon. I could have any plaything I wanted in this godforsaken town - and for what? The pleasure of deceiving them, destroying them slowly? It's hollow, useless here!"
Gideon felt no need to explain his anger or give voice to the restlessness, the unending loop of thoughts that fed fuel to the fire of his angst, not to one so callous as to interrupt the intimacy of his feed just to prove a petty point.
"I give myself to you until I bleed and still you insist that my aims are selfish. Tell me Thalon, since it's not logic that feeds your accusations what is it? Jealousy, contempt? ....Insecurity?"
Thalon whirled, a lunge snaring Gideon's wrists and flinging him back against the wall of the building, fingertips gouging into the stone to hold him there, dialated eyes alive with searing, yet unfocused fury, an impotent rage at life and fate more than at the vampire so cool against the uncageable heat of his body. But his voice is soft, whispered breath with barely a trace of tone.
"No. I'm not sure of everything. I'm not deceived by you, Gideon, and you can't destroy me just by being what you are. Life is hollow - Forsaken Gods, death itself is hollow, from all I've seen. All you can do is fill it with whatever you can find that hurts enough to make you feel. Tell me, Gideon - did you give any more than you took? You gave what I asked - and I gave without you having to ask. Neither of us dominated the other, because neither of us could stand to admit the other was stronger. Jealous? I'm jealous of what is mine. You are mine, Gideon, but not in a way any cage would prove. And contempt? What am I contemptuous of, Gideon? You? Or myself? As to insecurity... I don't think there's anything alive - or dead - that's free from that emotion. I would be a fool to claim to be."
Gideon grunted in pain as he was flung back against the wall and pinned against the brick that cracked under the force of his blow. He raised his head slowly to give Thalon a hollow-eyed, empty grin. The heat of Thalon's anger billowed off of him like an infurno, but it was the blaze of his eyes that burnt Gideon more thoroughly than any fires ever could have, he met them head on, regardless, with that same reckless abandon and willingness to hurt himself that Thalon so accurately put his finger upon. He laughed mirthlessly as he let his head drop once more, forehead resting against Thalon's shoulder.
"Am I yours, Thalon? And if no cage could prove it is that what you ment to do tonight? Is this how you prove it, by hunting me down like an unfaithful spouse only to catch me in the one act I have left that I despise and love at once - the one truth I can never escape from? Is this how you own me, by making me face all that I try to distance myself from, all that I try to hide?"
He lifted his head suddenly and let it hit back against the brick with that same sickening thud the woman's body had made when he'd dropped it, his eyes rolling skyward.
" I'd save you from myself at every turn and yet you find me out despite my best attempts. How could you not have contempt for me?"
He whispered skywards towards the dark grey clouds that covered the stars.
A slow, stringently controlled breath sighed from Thalon's throat, stirring the hair at the nape of Gideon's neck as Thalon leans into the others' body, neck bowed, his anger a restless beast on a too-tight rein, gnawing at the bit even as it is curbed. Lips peel back, and teeth close hard on the curve of tendon between shoulder and neck as Gideon slams his head back against the wall, a snarl tearing itself free from Thalons' throat to vanish against the skin. Deliberately, he sinks his teeth in, just hard enough to draw blood before releasing. He makes no effort to taste of the dark smudges.
"I followed you from curiosity, and more to see if I could than out of concern for what you might have been doing. I don't care if you kill, Gideon. What I don't understand is why it would shame you to be what you are. You control yourself - I have seen that. Why despise what you must do to survive? Should I torment myself because I have killed to feed my body? I have stalked humans at least as often as you, if not in person, then by proxy. I can no more escape what I am than you can - but I'm not ashamed of it. Have you slipped your own leash, Gideon? Have you slaughtered for the sheer pleasure of it? You and I aren't that different. If I want to survive, I have to contain my anger - and if you want to survive, you have to control your hunger. Are you so terribly afraid of yourself that you can't bear to be yourself? I don't need to be saved from you. Or want."
Gideon's eyes clenched shut momentarily as the sharp points of Thalon's teeth exploded in a brilliant small supernova of pain. He let all the breath in him escape in a soft sigh as his head rocked to the side, cheek resting against Thalon's. He couldn't find the words to explain it all - how used to being an immortal creature surrounded by nothing more than fragile humans he'd become, how the unending, unabating thirst was what shamed him, his endless need almost more humbling than the monsterous act itself it took to abait it. He brushed a whisper of a kiss against the hollow of Thalon's ear.
"If it's testing me you'd like to do I'm sure we could find better ways of it than this. Shame or no, it is not an act I want an audience for."
He freed a wrist from Thalon's steely grasp and cupped the man's face in his cool fingers.
Thalon did bend his head now, lips closing over the wound inscribed by his teeth, hot tongue soothing the punctures, though without the healing properties Gideon himself would have. Still, it surely wouldn't take the vampire long to heal. Icy blood, or more accurately the mortal infection it contains is pure tinder to his anger, but he keeps that explosion tightly contained. Distilled vitality of elven blood, mingled with older, and even more intense vitae: Truely he feared nothing from that chill liquid. Lifting his head again, Thalon leans back to meet Gideon's gaze without waver.
"Try to kill me, Gideon. I can match your strength, and you can't drain me, even if I wanted you to. Watching you rip the throat out of some woman, or some man, isn't going to disgust me. Would you rather not know you were being watched? I could have left without you ever seeing me. You should have known I was there before I ever got close. What would you have me test, Gideon? What you are? Or who?"
The warm, wet caress of tongue against his skin was an unrivaled pleasure at the moment. The wounds had already healed, dark blood laved away to reveal smooth skin. He ran his fingers back through the dark, silken strands of Thalon's hair, letting his fingertips drag across the tender scalp.
"Who."
He answered without hesitation, nuzzling a sucking kiss under the curve of his jaw.
"But I am not afraid that I will kill you Thalon... but I will outlive you."
Thalon tilted his head without the slightest hesitation, exposing the tender skin of his throat to Gideon's lips. The hand remaining on Gideon's wrist tightens, but the free hand drops to rest on the side of the man's hip, breath shuddering deliciously from his throat.
"How old are you, Gideon?"
He stepped back away from the wall, twisting Gideon's arm down and behind him as his other hand slides around to keep the cool body close. Another shudder courses through his body, of a far more carnally primal nature, as he led Gideon back toward the alley he'd almost vanished into earlier. Dark movement amidst the black shadow, a soundless presence that is as much Thalon as Thalon is it.
"Do you know, Gideon, that I have no idea how long I might live? I know that I can be killed, but I have no idea how long it will take age to touch me."
"I was twenty three when I was made." Gideon answered softly as he winced at the twist of his arm, bones aching in their sockets as they turned unnaturally. He gave the tender skin beside Thalon's adam's apple another suckling small kiss before nipping sharply at the skin of his shoulder. He drew his head up however at that little tidbit of information, regarding Thalon in curiosity. He stroked back a lock of hair from his face with his free hand, tucking it behind the curve of one ear, his fingers caressing the lobe slowly.
"What is it you are, Thalon? I asked once and you teased me... I've tasted your blood and the heat in you enough to know it's something powerful and ancient. And that thing that was with you tonight...?"
Thalon closed his eyes, purring a velvet growl at the nip, but tenses when he hears Gideon's question. Only the intimate contact of their bodies gives away his sudden tension, and he attempts to conceal that with a sudden twist and lunge, easing the pressure on Gideon's arm just before the mans' back impacts the solid, warm, velvet-furred shoulder of the very beast he'd just asked about. A splash of silver in the dark, the musky blood-sweet scent of a carnivore, and deep, steady breathing against the vampires' spine.
"I am... a mongrel, according to some. My mother was elven, as you've noticed. My father... is dead. If he had a race to call himself by, it died with him. It's his blood you've tasted in me. How long has it been since you were made?"
Gideon's breath was a sharp gasp as his back came in contact with the beast that he spoke of. It was only the wary, trembling beginings of trust he had in Thalon coupled with his confidence in his own immortality that kept him from struggling with all his might to be free and flee as far as possible from the unnatural creature. He was as rigid as a board as it was and twisting in Thalon's grasp.
"I don't know! Five, ten, maybe twenty years? You don't understand..."
He racked his brain, surely it hadn't been twenty years, and just as surely more than five....but it was different to live in his world, to ignore the passage of time that humans found to important, to wittness the world only through the veil of darkness.
"Twelve! Twelve years now..." He exclaimed as he twisted himself free and slid out from between the grasp of Thalon and the cushion of the cou'ri. He backed away hastily.
"What the hell is that thing? A dragon?"
The cou'ri blocked the way out of the alley, the dark bulk of the beast jockeying to trap the vampire and remove the option of easy flight. Thalon simply stands there, hands falling slowly to his sides, as he watches Gideon's panicked response. Abrupt motion: not toward the vampire, but a synchronized whirl of two conjoined minds. A black shoulder dips, a lithe form springs, and Thalon sits lightly astride the cou'ri's shoulders. Of its own accord, the creature turns broadside to Gideon, and Thalon offered his hand to the man.
"No dragon. He's a Cou'ri." He hesitates, trying to find words for what were never meant to be more than thoughts.
"Redclaw is the closest I can come to translating his name." Slowly, the hand begins to lower.
"You've been a vampire for twelve years, which makes you thirty five now. By fifty, I'd reached my full height. By eighty, I'd reached what I assume is my full strength. You're afraid of outliving me, Gideon? I'm afraid of outliving my desire to live."
Luminously feral eyes fix on Gideon, set in a wedge-shaped head more suited to a cat than what looks more like to a horse than not. But with a spine too limber, a neck too lithe, and claws on padded feet instead of hooves. Velvet fur sheaths hard, lean muscle in a veil of deepest, glossy black striped with deeper ebony, starkly contrasted by the silver-white silk of sleek mane and tail. Velvet lips curl back to reveal curved, predatory fangs - a creature one might imagine would occure should a weasel be crossed with a horse. A questioning purr sounds as the muzzle stretches toward the vampire, a snort of disgust sounding as it jerks back again.
~Coldnastytastebad. Darkstainedbloodclawsrip? Notmeat. Thrustthrustsquealfunbloodcoat? Huntsoon.~
Gideon looked up at the other man with an unreadable expression contorting his features, such was the mingling of confusion, awe, trepidation and sheer incredulity that all vied within him, and he couldn't pull his focus away from the cou'ri long enough to give Thalon his full attention. His jerk backward echoed the thing's own. He had no desire to be anywhere in close proximity to this monstrosity, infact he had a rather pressing urge to be as far from it as possible.
He shook his head, putting a good ten yards between himself and the cou'ri.
"You're certainly full of suprises, Thalon."
He would have liked to address the fact of Thalon's curious age and the likelyhood of his own immortality but it hardly seemed like the more pressing issue here at the moment.
Thalon closed his eyes, letting his hand fall completely to the beasts' shoulder. A soft, questioning croon rises from the cou'ri's throat, as it curves its' neck around to nuzzle that hand.
"You see him as nothing more than a beast, something to be feared, and as a monster in that right. Know this, Gideon. I am as much him as he is me. 'Ri bond for life - mindbond - with a single creature like enough in temperament and nature to understand them. If Redclaw is a monster to you, then so am I. As some would have it 'Till death do us part'. When he dies, or I die, we will no longer be two halves of the same soul - until then, we are. If you can't accept what he is, then you will never be able to accept what I am. I think, I reason, and I feel far more deeply than a Cou'ri - but when it comes to basic nature, we are both predators. Killers. Hunters. If you can't accept that in another, will you ever accept it in yourself?"
A sway as of one body as the two pivot away from the vampire. Long fingers tangled in silver mane, the male twisted to stare back at the figure left behind, the beast's attention on the path ahead, padded feet silent on the worn cobbles.
Gideon kept his own counsel as he regarded Thalon and his odd pet from a safe enough distance. The truth was that he did find Thalon a monster of sorts, dangerous in a way far more insidious and obtuse than the terrifying looking cou'ri. And perhaps the murderous creature was a kind thing - towards others like itself - but Gideon had come from a world as mundane as any, and the month or more he'd spent here in Rhy'din had not yet numbed him to the swarms of odd beings that existed elsewhere, much less such a nightmarish creature as Redclaw. It had been a piss poor night of others telling him what he thought of himself, what he should and should not do, and wasted meals. He had neither the desire nor the need to follow Thalon and his cou'ri anywhere.
Let him think what he would of Gideon - the vampire could not bring himself to care at the moment. This creature was changing him, dangerously, unhealthily so, and the only proving grounds where he could fight this battle was within himself with himself. He turned away and sought out an opposite route down the alleyway, strides ringing out against the close walls.
He actually longed for Vincent, for the certainty of his frightening cruelty and cold ambition, longed to have something solid and unchanging to challenge and thumb his nose at. Thalon's love was far too treacherous, too inviting and infuriating at once. Yet he knew there was none other in this entire forgotton place that could match him as well, understand him and pit themselves against him... He rubbed a rough hand across his forehead with a soundless growl.
The hunger still gnawed at him, and yet he was completely devoid of the want to feed - Thalon's interruption had seen to that. Shame had little to do with it - it was the intimacy of the act, that he loved, and it had been shattered for the evening. He'd taken life before he became a vampire and it never bothered him greatly, if at all. What was a stranger's life worth? He'd treated Thalon foolishly though, as if he were human, like Erin or Cassie...or any other number of his passing favorites. Underestimated him and continued to pay the price for it with each encounter.
He would have loved nothing more than to have spent another blissful, debauch night in the sticky heat of Thalon's rooms, but he was going no where near the man for the moment - not with the cou'ri about. It wasn't an abject hatred of the beast that drove Gideon from appreciating it for what it was but rather a cold, instinctive fear that curled itself in his belly and screamed with every instinct left in him to run. Perhaps he would overcome it, perhaps not.
Thalon watched until the vampire turned away. Only the beast beneath him could feel the flinch, the tightening of muscles as though bracing against a physical blow. The cou'ri lifts his head with a snarl, seeking the source of his companions' reaction, then whines questioningly to find nothing there. Surely the beast would gleefully fight against any odds if the foe were physical - but it simply hadn't the capacity to understand a more emotional wound.
Yet Thalon, in his own way, revelled in the slash of deeper pain. He'd opened as much as he had in a very long time, he'd offered more of himself than most ever knew existed, and the vampire's rejection did hurt - but at the same time, it left another scar, another callousing of emotional tissue. And a fraction more of what made him 'human', without the taint of human blood, fell away. Teeth bare in a vicious snarl, and he leans low over the Cou'ri's neck. Tonight, they would hunt together, and as one would revel in the kill. And be damned who might witness their play - let the fools come if they wished, and let them die. It was a good night to hunt.