He's not good enough (Fulicious x Moon Struck Fox)

[Tentacle_Lover]

Until now, Alex Konstance had lived a quiet, normal life, the typical life that any 16 year old would live. He went to school like anyone else, he didn't have particularly good grades but they weren't particularly bad either. He wasn't popular at school, having no real friends to speak of, but he wasn't exactly a target for bullying either. About the only thing worthy of note about Alex was that he was an orphan, his parents dead or simply abandoning him, he didn't know or particularly care which. He'd drifted between different homes, never being a problem child but never particularly fitting in either. Now he was with one family he had been with for about a month now, settled in well enough, getting along with his foster parents as well as could be expected.
In almost every way that mattered, he was perfectly average, not exceptional in any way. He expected things would always be like that. He'd graduate school, go to college, get a typical job, maybe get married and have a kid or two, then grow old and die without making any exceptional mark upon the world, with nobody but his family remembering his name or who he was, and even that would be gone in a generation or two. After that he'd simply carry on being average in Heaven or Hell or wherever he did end up. However, a few weeks after Alex's 16th birthday, the leaves on the trees just beginning to change and turn all kinds of different golden shades of red, brown and orange, Alex's perfectly normal life all came crashing down as fate dealt him a very different hand.

It was shortly after midnight, not a cloud in the sky and the full moon glowing brightly in the sky, perhaps even more brightly than normal. Alex, along with his parents, were sound asleep, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen.
The first sign of anything wrong was a loud crashing noise from downstairs, the entire family being jerked awake. The first thought that ran through all their minds was 'burglar'. The father of the family was going for his drawer for his gun, the mother reaching for the phone to dial 911, but that was cut off when their door suddenly smashed open, a huge beast lunging into their room. The bloodcurdling screams were cut short as blood sprayed across the room, huge fur-covered beasts tearing through the house, smashing everything they came across, even the walls were being crashed through. Alex, his room furthest from the stairs, had scrambled out of bed, hiding in his closet just in time as the beasts smashed into his room, gripped completely by instinct, simply tearing apart everything they found, furniture flipped over, the bed crashing into the closet and catching Alex, pinning him beneath it as the rampage continued.

Eventually, the house simply could take no more as the internal walls continued to be smashed, the remains of the structure began to shake, before everything began to collapse. The beasts howled, then almost as suddenly as they arrived they tore through some remaining walls to escape, the entire house starting to crumble and collapse. Alex managed a weak scream as he felt himself dropping, slamming into the ground, before suddenly more rubble and debris began to fall onto him, some bouncing off him and some of it crushing him. He could feel his skin being slashed by sharp splinters of wood, heavy bricks fracturing and breaking bones. When it had all finally stopped, Alex was drifting in and out of consciousness, blood pouring from multiple wounds all over his body, the boy weakly crawling slightly out of the debris, just enough for his head and arm to be visible, before everything began to go dark, the boy drifting into unconsciousness....

 

[FoxWriter]

the night was so free, it was everything that a man like him loved and adored. it had been a very long time since Ezequiel Darkraven had felt the desire to leave his ancient home. but tonight seamed like such a perfect night for it. the full moon, the smell of free, fresh air. normally the dark haired, red eyed, pale skinned man stayed hidden in his self imposed seclusion. he had lived such a long life that a few hundred years of not seeing, speaking to, or listening to other... people, seamed like a nice little vacation. it was more than that, he knew, but lying to oneself was just as bad a habit as another and at least he wasn't chewing on his fingernails or picking his nose. disgusting human habits. he paused as he heard a faint sound on the wind, a howl... a werewolf, he could smell them now, their acrid stench an insult to his nose. he bared his fangs, being a vampire he simply couldn't let the scourge of werewolves attack something. he sighed and checked his side for his weapons, calmly pulling on his 'Dragon Claws' an old weapons far unused that covered his hand and arm up to the elbow like a glove. and with that he gripped his faithful sword in the other hand and rushed off into the night to find out what poor soul was going to have to be killed tonight because of werewolf bites.

he should have known he would be too late, not that he minded too much, there where plenty of humans there. it was easy enough to decapitate a few of the werewolves who had dared attack such an innocent place, but a good portion of them got away, he'd hunt them down later, he had to make sure the infected inside the collapsed house where dead. the two adults where most certainly, they'd been completely torn apart and where half eaten... the third however... a young boy, pale and blond... and still alive. Ezequiel carefully tossed the rubble off of him and checked his breathing and pulse with calm, gentle fingers. it only took a few deep sniffs to ensure that the boy had not been bitten or scratched by the foul beasts. this was one life that could be saved at least, though Ezequiel did wonder why he was bothering so much. he normally didn't, maybe he was lonely? that seamed likely. instead of wondering about himself too much, introspection never ended well, he studied the boy in front of him. he was handsome, that was for sure, very handsome, almost pretty. with a few careful examinations, he decided the boy's back wasn't broken, nor his neck and with that decided he picked the lad up just as sirens started up in the distance. time to leave.

when Alex finally woke up, it was to a completely strange room, one that most people would never see in this day and age. there where torches on the walls, and ancient tapestries that where only just starting to fray at the edges. he was laying in a massive canopy bed, with thick curtains that where pulled around him, leaving him in a pleasant darkness for him to sleep in. his wounds had mostly been healed, though he would be very sore yet from pulled muscles and once broken bones. once he pulled back the curtains, he would see bright sunlight pouring in through the open windows, not that there where any glass panes to them, instead they would be pulled shut by wooden shutters. everything was made of stone and wood, as if he was in a medieval castle. there was a thick rug covering most of the floor, saving his feet from the cold stone should he decide he needed to get up. everything was in rich soothing colors and frankly, it would probobly be the nicest room he'd ever been in. it was larger than some people's houses. there was even a living room area, no TV or electronics but there was a massive fireplace, which kept the place warm. and there was a massive bookshelf stuffed with all kinds of titles, classics and newer adventures. there was a bathing room off tot he side, and one could be so fortunate to realize that there was, in fact, proper plumbing and lots of hot water.

just after he'd woken up, and possibly explored his strange surroundings a little bit the far door opened and Ezequiel carefully stepped inside, balancing a tray on his free hand, a tray that smelled wonderfully like stew and bread. "ah, your awake, good morning." Ezequiel stated calmly as he moved over to the bed, gently settling the tray on the bed. "i wasn't sure how well you would be feeling this morning, so i brought you some gentler foods. beef stew, some fresh bread, a little bit of soft fruit... oh, i am Ezequiel Darkraven by the way, and this is my home Ravenwood... it's a family thing." he admitted with a brief, uncertain smile. "i found you last night with a house collapsed on top of you, your lucky to be alive." he paused and then grimaced as he realized that probobly wasn't the best thing to say. "i'm sorry, i don't get the chance to talk to many people. it's a pretty reclusive place here." he admitted. "please, eat, you won't recover your strength just sitting there gaping at me."

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

When Alex did finally wake it was with something of a start, his eyes suddenly snapping open as he jerked into a sitting up position, something he immediately regretted as almost his entire body felt sore, the boy wincing and clutching at various points on his body as he felt the pain. It took a few moments for him to remember....to realise he hadn't just been dreaming....the memory of the house all started to come back, the odd noises, the bloodcurdling scream...that particular memory made him shiver in fear and disgust. But then he remembered being trapped beneath all of the rubble of the house, remembered everything going black as he had passed out....and then he realised he wasn't in a hospital....certainly not anything he'd recognise as a hospital anyway. "H-huh....?" He looked around slowly, curtains on all sides of the huge, incredibly comfortable bed that he was laying on. With a few moments of hesitation, Alex slowly reached out, gently grasping one of the curtains and slowly pulling it aside, revealing the rather unusual looking room that he was in.

It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the light, the thick curtains having been keeping him mostly in darkness, though when his vision did come back to normal he wasn't entirely sure they weren't playing tricks on him. "This...definitely isn't a hospital..." Slowly, Alex swung his legs out over the side of the bed, then carefully began to stand, wincing a little and gently holding onto his side as he did so. His toes wiggled at the sensation of the soft, warm carpet, before he looked around to begin taking in his surroundings. "Where....where am I...?" He took a few slow, careful steps, letting his body adjust to walking with the soreness still running through his legs and chest. "....Am I dead...? Is this...heaven..? Hell...?"

Before Alex could question himself too much, he heard a noise from across the room, turning quickly, perhaps too quickly, to see what it was, wincing and clutching at his side again as Ezequiel walked into the room, carrying a tray of rather good smelling food. "A-ah...I..." The man seemed friendly enough, bringing over the good and setting it down, then introducing himself. When he mentioned that this was his home, Alex began to suspect more and more that this wasn't the afterlife. If it was Heaven then why was he still feeling soreness and pain? And if it was Hell....well...he would've expected far more pain than this. "I.....I'm Alex....Alex Konstance...." He approached the bed slowly, looking at the breakfast....he really did feel hungry...it was like he'd been asleep for days. "I....did you save me...? I remember the house...but then nothing...what happened?" Alex slowly sat down on the bed, looking between Ezequiel and the food, before suddenly going to start eating rather quickly.

 

[FoxWriter]

Ezequiel offered the other a calming smile, making sure not to flash any fang. no need to freak the little mortal out just yet. "it's nice to meet you Alex." Ezequiel stated. "eat and i'll explain." Ezequiel promised as he settled on the corner at the end of the bed, pondering where best to start. "i do not know all of what happened, as i arrived a little too late to really do anything, but your home was attacked." he explained. "someone or something ripped it apart, i'm afraid i wasn't there in time to save the other two people in the house." he admitted softly, glancing at Alex. "i'm sorry... i had to dig you out of a pretty impressive pile of rubble." he admitted. "your lucky nothing broke, you know, inside of you." but it had. Alex had been crushed, he'd almost died, only Ezequiel's blood had saved the little human, and again Ezequiel wondered why he was going to such efforts to keep the boy healthy and safe. he had to be lonely, that had to be it, right? it wasn't like the kid was special or anything... who was he kidding, Ezequiel knew there was more to this than what he wanted to admit. "there is something else though and this is where things get... weird." Ezequiel admitted softly, wondering how to go about explaining this to the other.

"you see, the old fairy tales? about werewolves and Vampires and the likes?" he asked softly, his ruby eyes fixed on Alex. "they are not just stories. the things that attacked your home are known as Lupe Garu. sometimes called Lycan, often called werewolves." he admitted softly. "that particular group was the Thorny Paw Pack, a viscous group that should have been killed off a long time ago, but somehow manages to keep moving." he admitted softly. "don't worry about them following you here, their attention spans are short and even if they wanted to track you, they wouldn't dare step foot into Ravenwood." he promised the boy, his head tilted a little. "i suppose i'd better tell you that i'm not human either..." he muttered. "i'm a Cruor Luna... also known as a Vampire, though most of those silly stories you people tell each other about Vampires is just silly." he admitted with a shake of his head. "allergy to garlic? i mean honestly..." he grumbled with a shake of his head as he opened his mouth, letting the other see the fangs. "and don't worry about me sucking your blood either, human blood does taste better, but i live mostly on cow or chicken blood." he admitted simply as he pondered. "come to think of it, i really haven't seen a human in over three hundred years or so." he admitted. "what are human's up to these days?"

well wasn't that a weird thing to say. at least he was nice, even if Alex thought he was insane. "i've kept up with the technology of course, computers really are very fascinating, and i love the cable. it keeps things from getting too quiet around here..." he paused. "i think i have a land line phone around here somewhere but i never use it." he admitted, blinking at Alex. "well, you should get some rest." he suggested. "if you need anything, that rope there will ring a bell that will let me know you need me... and if you have the sudden urge to flee the front door is down the stairs, up three corridors to your left." he commented rather cheerfully as he headed for the door, clearly intent on letting Alex do whatever he wanted.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

Alex had almost forgotten about the presence of Ezequiel when he had started eating, and it didn't take long for Alex to clear his plate, taking a deep breath and looking up at the other man as he started to explain things. "I....I remember....there was a horrible noise...and then....then it's all just a blur..." Alex closed his eyes as he remembered what had happened, hearing the crashing noises, the roars, the screams of his foster parents cut short with a sickening gurgling noise....he quickly pushed that thought away, it was churning his stomach and threatened to remove the recently eatne food. "I....I remember being buried too....I....nothing broke...? I don't understand how....I...I thought I felt....I thought I heard things breaking..." Alex rubbed at the sore spots on his body again, making sure to be gentle. He could've sworn he had heard his ribs cracking, his arm and at least one of his legs breaking....and yet now he was just a little sore. Then again he could've imagined things...with a house collapsing ontop of him then it wasn't beyond the realm of possibility that he'd been mistaken. "The other two people are.....I see....my foster parents....I didn't really know them too well...I'd barely been with them a month...and I wasn't exactly close to them but....they were good people....they didn't deserve that..." He sighed and shook his head, muttering a silent prayer for the two. They had been very happy to accept him into their home, probably the friendliest foster parents he had been to yet. Kindness like that...they deserved better.

"...Weird...?" Alex looked up, then blinked and raised an eyebrow as Ezequiel started to ramble on about vampires and werewolves. Had this guy hit his head too? He started talking about them as if they were perfectly real, then even how it had been werewolves that had attacked his home. Ok...that did trigger Alex's memory of a rather wolf like howling noise but....nah....that had to be just his imagination being led right? "Well I-" Alex was about to say something when the man revealed himself as a vampire, then opened his mouth, showing off what were quite clearly fangs....much more distinctive than the ones a person would typically have, and much sharper, the point unnatural. "Wh-what...?" Alex scooted away slightly, this whole thing suddenly becoming somewhat more real now.

"I..." Alex was left rather dumbfounded by what he had just been told, Ezequiel getting up rather cheerfully and turning to go, leaving him alone once again with just his thoughts. "....Werewolves...? Vampires...?" Instinctively, Alex's hand went up to start checking his neck, though didn't find anything that felt like a bite or puncture mark....well...maybe he had been telling the truth about not drinking human blood. For a few moments, Alex seriously considered the offer of freaking out and fleeing.....but when he took a moment to think it over....well....for one thing, where would he go? If he simply turned back up at the orphanage after what had happened to his foster parents...well...questions would be asked, suspicions would certainly be on him. Besides that...there was still a tiny chance those werewolves would come back for him from the sounds of things, and if he left this place it seemed he would no longer be safe. For the time being at least, he had little choice but to remain here....wherever here actually was. Alex had never heard of a place called Ravenwood...so he doubted he was particularly close to home.

After taking a few more minutes to calm himself and collect his thoughts, Alex slowly stood up from the bed once again, moving around a little bit, before turning to head for the door, reaching out to open it slowly. He winced from the effort, the door large and heavy causing a little pain on some of the points he was still a little sore, but the door opened easily enough. "Ok....let's see...." Alex stepped out slowly, shivering as his feet met the cold stone floor, though it just caused him to hurry a little down the corridor, looking around. "Where is he....? I guess I should at least thank him...and then ask...what we do from here....it's not like I can go anywhere else....but...I doubt I can just stay here for the rest of my life either....ugh....I'm so confused....I don't know what the hell to do.....and this guy says he's a real live vampire who's lived for at least three hundred years.....? Maybe I am dead and this is some kind of purgatory or pretty lenient Hell...."

 

[FoxWriter]

he smiled a little as he watched the human freak out a little, it was kind of cute really, how terrified he was all of a sudden, it made his face do interesting things. the little blond really was rather adorable, he had to admit the little human was handling it better than any other Ezequiel ha ever met. the last several had immidiatly started screaming and flinging things at them, loudly praying to their silly god and holding out crosses in the hopes he would be chased away. that had been several centuries ago though, these 20'th century... or was it the twenty first? whatever, these new age kids seemed to be made of much sterner stuff. he headed down to his kitchen and picked up his wine glass, the contents certainly not wine, and headed into his 'living room' to read a book while Gideon decided what he was going to do. he looked up as he watched the boy step in and he tilted his head towards a chair. "please, sit, you look exaughsted. you shouldn't be up and walking around so soon, you where badly injured after all and need to heal." he ordered, shutting his book, setting his glass down and rising up to offer Alex his arm for support so he could walk himself to the chair with less pain.

"are you hungry still? why didn't you simply ring the bell?" Ezequiel calmly chastised. "honestly, i'd forgotten how stubborn humans can be, i really should have known better." he grumbled as he slid his book back into the bookshelf. "...that sounded rude didn't it? i apologize. i really don't have anything against humans, i just don't interact with them very often... or at all... after they tried to carve my heart out in my own bed i've been a little wary about introducing myself to them again. they think this place is haunted now, you see, so they don't come here often... at all." it was easy to see that Ezequiel was more than a little mad, it was a harmless sort of mad, but he'd been alone for far too long, and wasn't really used to interacting with people. "oh, are you bored? i could take you to the room with the Television in it?" he offered, his head tilted. "i have a computer in there as well, and i found the phone too! you could get in contact with your freinds, let them know your alright?" he offered, his head tilted a little as he blinked at Alex, waiting for a response before pausing as he seamed to hear something, his head cocking to the side like a curious puppy. "i do hope you'll let yourself fully recover before trying to go back home though, you might damage something even worse if you do that." he warned. "you really should have stayed in bed..."

(ugh, short post is short. sorry. ><)

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

((Hehe, don't worry about it ^_^))

After a short time of more or less blind wandering Alex seemed to find himself in some kind of large old fashioned living room, Ezequiel sitting in a large chair, sipping on what looked like a dark red wine from a distance. Though given what the man had said about himself earlier...well....Alex didn't want to dwell on the contents of the glass for too long really. "Ah....I...couldn't just lay around...it didn't feel right. Besides...I already feel like I've slept enough in the past few days.." Alex looked up as the man approached and offered his arm for support. At first he intended to dismiss the offer, but when a few more steps caused his legs to begin wobbling he quickly reached out to gently take Ezequiel's arm, moving over to a large chair and slowly sitting down, taking the pressure off his wounds and immediately making him feel significantly better.

"No, I'm not still hungry...and I didn't know there was a bell to ring...though it would've felt rather strange to do that if I had known..." Alex rubbed his side gently, watching as Ezequiel went to put back the book he had been reading, his comment bringing a slight smile to Alex's lips. "Well...I guess stubborn is one way to put it yes" When he mentioned humans trying to carve out his heart, it reminded Alex of the Dracula books and movies more than anything else. Could this guy be anything to do with those? The inspiration behind them perhaps? Then again it was beginning to become more than reasonable to assume that there really had been a vampire named Dracula, or perhaps even still was. Alex doubted very much that Ezequiel was the only one of his kind....although if he wasn't then it raised the question of why he was here alone instead of living amongst other vampires. Maybe they were just anti-social creatures in general.
"Back home...? I....don't have a home to go back to. The place that was destroyed...that was my foster home. The only place I could possibly go back is the orphanage, but if I did then there'd be so many questions that I wouldn't know how to answer. If I told the truth they'd just lock me up as crazy or arrest me and accuse me of being behind it all..." He sighed softly, slowly shaking his head. "I don't have any friends to call either...I never really got to stay in one place long enough to make any friends at school, and the orphanage...well...let's just say that those aren't people you really want to be friends with" Alex reached up to gently rub his face, taking a deep breath.

"But then what else can I do? I have to go somewhere after all. But even if I did go back to the orphanage and I did manage to bluff my way out of what happened.....nobody would ever want to take me in again. And in 2 years I'd be turfed out and left to fend for myself. Damnit.....I really thought....I thought this one was going to be different...I guess this is my punishment for daring to hope something good might happen in my fucked up life...."

 

[FoxWriter]

Ezequiel snorted a little and shook his head a little. "you've only been asleep for about three days, you should be getting more rest." he chastised as he helped the other to bed before offering him a small scowl, setting his hands on his hips and looking exactly like an angry mother. "you didn't listen to a thing i said up there! i TOLD you there was a bell!" he complained before huffing. "more like obnoxiously thick headed at this point." he complained with a sniff, annoyed at having not been listened to. go through all that effort to save someone's life and then they just ignore you! he paused as Alex kept talking, his head tilted as he watched the little human, nodding his head. "right then." he stated simply. "that solves it, your mine and i'm keeping you." he stated happily. "we'll have to get you some proper clothes though, you look like an urchin..." he paused. "no offense." well he was in his pajamas. "we'll need to get you some books... some tutors too of course, have to make you smart or you'll never get a good job, make lots of money and adopt babies." yep, the guy was clearly off his rocker, but at least Alex had a place to stay, and it looked like a permanent place this time. "i'll have to start going out." he wrinkled his nose. "and interacting with people...." he made a face. "oh well i suppose it's time anyway, i have been getting bored..." he mused as he settled into his chair, thinking about what he needed to get.

"would you prefer private tutors, private school, or public school?" he asked Alex after a long moment. "i am of course going to be filing the proper paperwork, the last thing i need is some government bastard arresting me for kidnapping." he grumbled. "i only did that once and they never let it go!" he complained, sulking a little before snapping back to attention. "and then of course i'm going to have to come up with a cover story for myself, a man doesn't just pop up out of nowhere after all... i could always be my own great great great.... how many greats is in three hundred years?" he asked Alex before shaking his head. "never mind, it doesn't matter." yep, completely off his rocker. at least Alex would be well amused during his stay and certainly well taken care of. "of course, if anyone asks, your foster parents where attacked by a mass murderer. that's usually the cover story for these kinds of things, and it is the truth of a sort, your just neglecting to mention the 'monsters' part." he mused, pondering for another moment. "how old are you anyway?" he asked, blinking at Alex, his head tilted. "and you have to promise not to try to kill me, it won't work anyway." he admitted with a wave of his hand as if almost being killed by the kid he'd saved didn't matter much.

"i should really go out and get groceries for you. i don't eat much... clearly. but i doubt you'd be willing to strangle, gut, pluck, and cook your own chickens..." he paused again. "can you cook? maybe i should hire a maid along with your tutors... unless of course you go to a school... still a cook, or a maid? is there a difference between the two? i don't know. there used to be but these days who can tell, humans aren't the same as they used to be." he was just rambling now, no doubt nervous and filling the silence because he wasn't entirely sure how to really interact with a human 'child'. of course, compared to him all human's where children. "in any case, your certainly not going back to any filthy orphanage, oh! we'll need to get you in on some self defense lessons. now that you know about them, you'll have to be able to protect yourself from them. i think we'll start with the sword and dagger before moving on to hand to hand. maybe a few gun lessons... Gun's are very effective against anything, it won't kill the older werewolves and Vampires but it will sure as hell slow them down.... your ignoring me again aren't you?"

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

"Only three days? No wonder I feel so heavy...not moving in that long..." Alex shook his head, then blinked as he found himself suddenly being helped back to his feet and practically carried down the corridor back to the bedroom, finding himself back in bed before he could even protest. Alex knew that Ezequiel was right, that he needed more rest in order to recover...but he just didn't want to be there right now. His body felt heavy enough from lack of movement as it was. Still, it seemed that no wouldn't be taken for an answer.
"Uhh...wait....you're...keeping me...?" Alex raised an eyebrow at the rather unusual statement, as if he was some kind of stray animal taken in off the street to become some kind of pet. It seemed however that Ezequiel wasn't prepared to answer questions, he just started rambling on without even giving Alex a chance to speak up or interrupt. Then again perhaps Alex was just worried about being further chastised if he attempted to do so. "...Adopting babies? Well I guess maybe one day if I didn't actually have my own or something..."

"I.....well I don't even know where I am so I don't know about school or tutors...I guess whichever is best for you...?" It seemed Alex wouldn't have much choice but to simply go along with this...as before he doubted that Ezequiel was going to take no as an answer. On the one hand he seemed to dislike the idea of interacting with people, then suddenly he seemed almost childishly excited by the prospect of Alex being around. Was this man insane? Quite probably. Was he at the very least mentally unstable? Oh yes...most definitely. "Wait a second...you kidnapped...." Before Alex could question further though the subject had been changed once again...he'd have to keep a mental note on that one though....then again it was rather difficult to tell if the statement had been serious or just a joke. Right now Ezequiel's tone was giving nothing away, or at least nothing that Alex could pick up on. Then again he wasn't exactly skilled socially himself as it was.

"Can I cook? Well....I guess I can heat stuff up but that's pretty much it. It's not like I can prepare a proper meal or anything..." It made sense that Ezequiel wouldn't know how to cook, or had possibly just forgotten how. If he was a vampire and was that old...well...cooking likely wasn't an issue and hadn't been for quite some time. Now he thought about it, Alex was surprised at himself just how calmly he was dealing with all this. Perhaps the years of drifting between homes had simply prepared him for this somewhat....in the back of his mind this was just yet another home with no expectation of it lasting. Sooner or later, just like all the others Ezequiel would grow bored of him and send Alex on his merry way. "Promise not to kill you...? Well I think I can handle that. I wouldn't even know how to go about killing a human being, let alone a vampire" Alex folded his arms, attempting to sit up slightly in the bed at least rather than simply laying on his back. "Self defence lessons? Well....when you put it that way I guess maybe....but I've never held a gun before in my life, I wouldn't even know how to hold one. Hell, I'd probably just break my wrist if I tried firing one"

He sighed slightly, then shook his head. "I'm not ignoring you, you're just not giving me much of a chance to say anything before you start rambling on again" Alex managed a soft smile, trying to show he didn't mean anything malicious with his statement. "Just...slow down a little ok? I guess....a tutor or maid or something would be alright. I'm not sure I could handle going out to a regular school again just yet..." Alex looked to the window, then away quickly as he heard the howling noise again in his mind. Knowing those things were out there.....it would be a while before he could leave the safety of these thick stone walls. "And....if you're sure you're ok with me staying here...I think I'd prefer it to going back to the orphanage....so...thank you" He looked back to Ezequiel and smiled again, a little more happily this time, his face managing to shine softly despite the hardships he'd just been through. "And thank you for saving me too...I guess I owe you pretty much anything and everything don't I?"

 

[FoxWriter]

Ezequiel stared at the boy for a moment and then. "sorry. i'm used to rambling at myself more than anything. not many people around here to talk to." he admitted rather sheepishly. "anyway yes, i am keeping you. clearly those humans that where caring for you before your... accident, where unfit to be your guardians." he stated with a sniff. "i cannot say for the people you where with during that time, but i get the feeling you have seen far too much pain and disappointment in your life to simply allow you to go back into such an unkempt society." he stated with a sniff. "and as for the kidnapping it wasn't my fault!" he complained, crossing his arms as he stuck his nose in the air. "she had unfit parents! it was for her own good and i returned her to the proper authorities once the parents where dealt with accordingly!" he stated with a grumble. "as if it's MY fault they where beating their six year old daughter... humans have no sense of propriety..." Ezequiel complained, shaking his head. "i will have to hire a Maid then, you'll need proper meals, not... frozen hunks of... disgusting that people call meals these days. your much too thin and your probobly malnourished on top of it. i suppose i will have to get a doctor here to make sure that your healthy too..." he mused, examining Alex. "have you been to a dentist recently? or an eye doctor..." there was a pause. "do you need to see an eye doctor? well we'll take you to see one anyway, just in case."

"well, that's what lessons are for, so you know how to handle a gun as well as a sword and daggers and anything else you might need to protect yourself." he stated with a nod. "i'll get you a tutor then. or several tutors. we need to keep you intelligent, not using your brain makes a person stupid and no ward of mine is going to be stupid. your already fairly clever and intelligent so i don't see any problems there." he admitted simply before he stared at Alex when he smiled, effectively shut up simply from the look of happiness on the boys face. "...of course i saved you. how could i leave someone injured like that? besides... you need me and i intend to take very good care of you." he promised, moving over to the bed and carefully tucking Alex in. "anything you need is mine to get you." he promised the other. "now sleep." he ordered firmly. "i'll have lunch ready for you when you wake up, i don't want you falling ill simply because you can't stay in bed." he ordered with a sniff, clearly annoyed by Alex's insistence in staying awake when he clearly needed to be sleeping.

as promised, once Alex woke up, Ezequiel was there with a piping hot bowl of food. baked chicken, sweet baby carrots, a bowl of cottage cheese, another bowl of apple sauce, a glass of water, orange juice, and what looked like root-beer. it was pretty obvious that Alex was going to be spoiled, especially with the Gameboy DS and the twenty some odd games sitting next to the food so that Alex wouldn't get bored after his meal. "i'm in the process of getting you a TV but it's harder than i anticipated." Ezequiel admitted with a grimace. "there's a sale of some sort going on and everywhere is just.... it's so crowded." he grumbled. "i was almost trampled by an old woman with a tiny dog in her purse! who needs tiny dogs anyway!? they serve no purpose!" Ezequiel complained as he settled the tray carefully on Alex's legs. "human's like chicken right?" he asked hopefully. "i wasn't sure, i haven't been human in so long that i forget what is edible to them..." he admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "i can get you something else?"