Fate brings you home. (bishhunterd and Hahvoc Requiem)

[bishhunterd]

Gregory trudged down the worn dirt path. The ancient trees created a dense canopy overhead, blocking all of the soft light of the full moon from reaching the earth. Gregory's vision sharpened as his heightened senses helped guide him down the road he'd traveled over eighty years ago as a human.

Since he fell victim to the inescapable charm of the vampire who sired him almost a century earlier, Gregory's new life as a young vampire wasn't all that varied. He moved from town to town, swooning young women and men alike with his smooth, creamy skin, his chestnut brown hair, and the depths of his green eyes. After having his fill of their fresh blood, he disappeared into the underbody of the city, staying only long enough to sate his need and continue on.

This past night, however, he had been discovered when the father of the young man he was about to drink from burst into the room after having "a hunch" that his son was involved in "faggotry," as the father at venomously spat out at Gregory while the vampire fled. He had gone two weeks now without feeding, and his luck needed to change soon. As it was, Gregory's slender legs, wrapped in nearly form-fitting black trousers, were sore from moving so far away. Luckily the old wives' tale of vampires disintegrating on contact with sunlight or garlic was jus tthat, a myth. It made for some very long days, however, when he was on the run from angry townsfolk hellbent on using his only Achilles' heel -- holy water.

Gregory's flight had brought him back home -- well, at least where home was. The once bustling city was more of a ghost town now. After a bloody civil war fifty years ago, only the strongest or most foolhardy citizens remained, struggling to rebuild. However, it was in this, the city of his birth, that he was reborn as a vampire. The thought of that night, lit with a full moon much like tonight, spent with the man responsible for his current state, was a fond memory that stirred his blood and kept him company on lonely nights. He had never since felt such satisfaction as he did at the very moment his sire's fangs sunk deeply into his neck.

The young vampire allowed himself a smile as he continued down the familiar path, entertaining idle thoughts about his sire.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

It had been a long time since Tomas's presence had graced the mostly decimated town. He had been wandering the earth in search of such that would fill the emptiness that consumed his dark heart. He wasn't an old vampire, but he wasn't as young as he used to be. Still, his face and body resembled those of youth and beauty, like most vampires possessed. His hair was a deep, rich maroon color, his eyes an entrancing gray. Despite being a vampire, however, he didn't carry their deathly pale pallor. He was blessed with sun-kissed, cream colored skin that covered his lithe, tall, and muscular frame. Adorning that rather attractive body was a pair of low-slung leather pants and a black, silk, button-up shirt that clung nicely to his chest. Covering his feet were steel-toed boots that stopped at his knees. His long hair was tied back with a leather thong that rested at the base of his neck to keep most of the silken locks out of his face.

As he walked, Tomas cast out his senses for anything unusual as he came to a what used to be the governor's house. It was still in good condition, though a bit messy and trashed around the front yard. Still, it was pleasant and he wondered why no one had bothered to clean it up and make it home. Stepping to the door, he pulled it open, getting hit with a wave of dust that caused him to cough and take a step back. Once the air cleared, he stepped inside the abandoned home. As the darkness inside engulfed him, thicker than it was outside, he remembered the night he had turned delicate Gregory. Gregory, his beautiful 'child.' Oh, but he was so much more. As Tomas walked, he remembered that night in more vivid detail that made his blood run hotter and his heart flutter with yearning. For a moment, he thought he hallucinated feeling the presence of him, but it soon became more tangible and he stood dumbfounded.

He and Gregory had been separated a very long time ago because of some battle or another, the memory still feeling fresh. He remembered searching for the boy for months, years, and still, nothing. He really thought his mind was playing tricks on him until he cast out his mind, his senses. Come to me...show yourself..His mind sung to the vampire that was at the edge of town. Could it truly be Gregory? He felt his heart swell with hope as he moved to the door and stared out into the night, waiting to find out if his heart would break or be renewed.​