Thread: ~Written In Blood~ (Charlmeister x Yoshie)

This was bad. He knew he was going to be suspended again and that would be twice on his record. A next time and he would be expelled and probably sent away by his aunt to a boot camp institution. He still had too much rage, his soul and heart were consumed by and it influenced every facet of his emotions. He'd never been able to completely track down the men that had killed his parents. It had been two years and still he hadn't been able to get over the rage. Especially because he had been there. He'd seen everything, heard everything and even as his mother looked at him and told him to go, to do something, to get help he'd laid there transfixed and traumatized. It was just him and his sister. His aunt on his father's side had become their guardian. She left them two bodyguards, since she wasn't physically able to be with them, being as busy as she was. He didn't remember what she did, he didn't care to remember but she'd done a lot for them. She moved them out of the family house and set them up in a mansion big enough for ten people. She pampered them with money and gifts and assured their comfort and security. But it was all just superficial and it could never go beyond that. Being in that mansion only left him unnerved, his sister loved it though and the toys and everything her heart could ever desire obscured the memory of their parents to her. But for Laithan, the memory would always live on. Until he got revenge. He knew he was a walking cliche and he sometimes hated the fact. He didn't like brooding and he especially didn't like feeding his anger but it came too naturally. His subconscious was immersed in that need to do something about the nothing the courts and police had done. He looked up, pulling his shirttail out his pants. He was probably gonna be in jail for the night so he tried to make himself comfortable. The wall was gritty and the bed was too small for his long frame. Spray paint and what looked like blood stained the walls. He wrinkled his nose. He didn't like being in a cell, confinement wasn't his forte and it slowly began to irritate him. Probably he could attempt some sleep, just to pass the time. As he closed his eyes, the jangling of keys came closer to his cell and he blinked up at the stocky officer. The man watched him warily with hard, gray eyes. He had bushy brows and a fat face, the corners of his mouth dusted by confectionary powder. Was it really true that all cops ate were donuts? He chortled at the thought and the officer narrowed his eyes to slits, trying to look intimidating. Are you going to let me out of here? Your bodyguard is here. Laithan sat up then pushed himself to his feet. He never usually liked the man but he couldn't say he wasn't grateful to him for coming because he seriously didn't enjoy the prospect of staying in jail overnight. There was so much his record could take and even though his aunt was far away, he felt as if he was exhausting her patience. Maybe he would try going back to his anger management classes, just to make up for her pains. He walked out once the grill had been rolled back and he looked up at his bodyguard, Alan. He was dressed casually which was surprising every time since he was usually dressed formally - jacket and tie. He preferred him like this. He followed him out, got in the car and they rode in silence the thirty minute drive home. He went up to his room, his little sister was already asleep, and locked the door. He emptied his bag and frowned when a book fell out with an inverted star on its cover. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. Eric did this on purpose. Eric was his friend who was crazy about the spirit world and was always going off on a weird tangent about demonology and necromancy. Usually, he'd never entertain the likes of him but Eric was an okay guy, when he wasn't going off about demons and wanting one. He picked the book up and sat down. Eric had gone the extra mile to make this book look like some professionally written text about the different type of demons that could be summoned - even writing summoning spells and prayers. Laithan didn't believe in this shit. It was all hocus-pocus. Just how God was a pile of shit. People just always needed some supernatural entity to believe in. It transcended pathetic. He looked at the section marked Succubus and read. It was laughable. And because he thought it was a big joke, he chanted the prayer three times - as the book instructed. There was an unnerving ebb and flow of apprehension but he ignored it. He was just tired. He threw the book aside. Nothing had happened. Yeah, all of this was a load of bullshit. He flung his hand over his eyes and tried to sleep.