Inside The Heart of A Vampire

[TimetoDuel95]

This is a private rp for me and Inkubeus. Please be respectful and don't post here without permission. Thank you. ^^

[Inkubeus]

Panting. That's all he could hear. Neon green eyes were panicked and continuously searched for the hunters. Wolves. He didn't mean to stumble into their feeding time, but he had slid down the side of the mountain for quite a ways before he finally stopped tumbling. Most of his clothing was torn here and there from catching rocks and other sharp pointed objects on the way down. His normally tied back black hair was now loose and whipping behind his head wildly. His heart was pounding and the drumming was louder than sirens. His breathing was labored and his sides and lungs screamed for him to stop running. But his survival instinct said to keep running. Those thing back there were not going to just let him get away and he knew that. He could hear some of them howling and could hear their paws crunching leaves as well. His own boots were flattening grass and leaves, so maybe he was mistaking the two sounds. Adrenaline pumped through is veins and he continued to run, wanting to put a lot fo distance between himself and those animals. He snapped his head to either side of him, hearing low growling and footsteps, or pawsteps, whatever animals have. There was two on either side and they looked hungry. He began to sweat and panic as the animals closed in on him. Oh Goddess.. not now! not NOW! He tried to run faster but his legs wouldn't move any faster. his body screamed at him to quit but he knew he had to keep running. His mind was buzzing with thoughts of "Why me?" and "I'm too young to die" before he felt something dig into his leg. Next thing he knew, he was falling. He quickly put his pale skinned hands out to catch himself on the grass. There was a crack and a thud. some was trickling down his leg but nothing was attached to it. He quickly got up and ran, but could only take a few steps until the same leg was attacked again, this time the black wolf kept the leg, taking the male down. He yelped and tried to get the animal to release, only to tear his skin more. He knew his leg was useless now. He started to panic as blood was pooling under him. "I don't wanna die!" He yelled at the animal before he saw another blur come at him. He raised his arm and felt something clamp down on his left arm before he was pinned to the floor by a wolf, it's jaw holding tightly to his now probably broken left arm.

[TimetoDuel95]

The wolf suddenly released it's hold with loud cry of pain as it was lifted and thrown at it's comrades. The wolves looked down at their pack brother, seeing that his whole back was exposed before their eyes lifted to the inflictor who they backed away from upon black leather boots approached and they finally whimpered and ran off as the man bared his pearly fangs at them with a dark growl. The wounded wolf struggled to catch up with them in it's agony, afraid he would be caught yet again, but he was ignored. The shadowed figure turned towards the wounded male on the ground, eyes that were a blend of red and gold staring down at him. The shadows framed his hard cheekbones and stiff jaw and made his eyes seem as if they were glowing.

"...you should not be here, human..." a soft, deep voice said in the darkness of the night.

[Inkubeus]

The wolf was no longer on his arm but he was badly injured. He didn't know what saved him, but damn was he glad for it, that was until he looked up and saw red and gold eyes looking at him. His breath hitched as he saw the figure in front of him. His savior was pretty scary. He could see the pearly whites and pointed canines. He flinched and tried to move away from the person, his eyes still full of panic.

"I know. I'm sorry! Don't kill me! I'm only 22! I'll do anything."

He could feel himself getting just a bit light headed since the adrenaline kind of left his system and his blood was spilling to the floor.

[TimetoDuel95]

The stranger sniffed at the air. Blood. Lots of it. This human will die if he is not treated quickly. He couldn't let a human die in the middle of the woods, giving the wolves something to munch on and possibly attention to his castle. He reluctantly bent down to pick up the wounded mortal and began walking along the trail that seemed to never end. The shadowed stranger was over six feet tall with waist-length white hair that illuminated a pure white glow each time it met the light of the full moon. It also gave an odd illumination to his pale skin. Each time he entered the light, the stranger's face was made able to be seen, the face a mid 30's year old male with hard, stone-like facial features and hair that split evenly down the middle and ran straight down his back with bangs that hung down to his hard jaw bone.

[Inkubeus]

The young male's eyes began to droop. His blood was draining from the wound on his leg and arm. He felt someone pick him up and he gave a small whine as his arm was jostled just enough for it to hurt. He hissed weakly and his head lolled to the stranger's shoulder. He raised his head just enough to get a look at the stranger who had rescued him. His dulling green eyes looked to the man's face and saw he was rather pale, then again, he was also pale, so it didn't matter. In contrast to his own inky black hair, this man had snowy locks and fell to his waist. It was actually really pretty? If that's what you could call a man's hair. Even so, the man's face was hard and set, almost like stone. It bothered the younger one and made him flinch just a bit, kind of scared of what this man was capable of. He had such a stern look that it seemed unreal. His head was beginning to spin and he lolled his head back onto the man's shoulder. "Damn it... I don't wanna die.. Whoever you are."

[TimetoDuel95]

"You won't die. I can't let you die here." the man replied softly. He walked past rusted iron gates and approached a castle made of stone with old-fashioned torches lighting the sides and windows of a cathedral-like design. The castle itself was in a gothic design with wooden doors that creaked open upon his approach. He immediately carried the human up the marble stairs with a red carpet running along them leading from the entrance, the carpet splitting into two going left and right up more stairs into dark corridors lit only by torches. He took the stairs on the left and made his way into a guest room where he laid the human on the bed. The stranger disappeared from the room, returning in what seemed like seconds with a bag of blood and an IV stand as well as dressings and thread and needle. The white-haired male sat gently on the bed and began to stitch wounds that needed stitching and he dressed them, he cleaned dirty wounds and covered them with bandages, he then hooked up the blood supply to the human's arm and covered the insertion wound. His eyes were completely focused on what he was doing, long fingers taking gentle care in his stitch work.

[Inkubeus]

"That's good.. i think.." the younger replied to the man, but he was assuming he wasn't really being heard. He could only see some features of the building, with his vision blurring. It looked like a castle, even if it was fuzzy. It was elegant and beautiful, also seemed like it had been standing in that same spot for a while. He weakly chuckled thinking that wasn't possible for the man to be here as long as the castle. He noticed that there were blurry spots of light, which he assumed were torches or lamps, something an older castle would have hanging on the walls. It wasn't too warm, then again, losing blood made you cold. He felt himself being laid onto a bed and he immediately wanted to fall asleep, until he felt a needle being pressed into the freshly opened wounds. The younger male bit his lip and tried not to cry out as the needle was continuously pushed into his skin. The stitches were necessary but why did they have to hurt so much. When his wounds were all dressed and stitched pretty, he felt a final needle being inserted into his arm. He followed the little tube up to an IV drip of sorts filled with blood. That was rather convenient for the mystery man to have. He didn't know why, but right now, he didn't care.

"Who do I thank for saving my sorry ass.." his voice was rather quiet and hushed since all he wanted to do was sleep.

{ooc: I hope you don't mind that he has a bad mouth...^^' }

[TimetoDuel95]

"...you can call me Vladimir. My name is Vladimir Francius Salem." the stranger replied softly. "No more talking. You must rest. There will be a meal prepared for you in the morning, as well as a fresh pair of clothes."

[Inkubeus]

Vladimir. Sounds like one hell of a name. He nodded slightly before he shifted his legs a bit, never really liking to have them on their backs. He shifted until he was laying on his left side but his arm protested so he had to lay on his back. His green eyes finally closed and he couldn't help but mutter a small thank you as he let the darkness take hold of him and pull him into a dream, or nightmare. His wounds ached, but the pained dulled as his mind drifted closer and closer to dreamland.