Thread: Bloodthirsty

Oh you do? James smiled as he checked the boys eyes and ears, then put a stethoscope to his back to check breathing. One big breath in... Good. Now out... He snapped the stethoscope out of his ears, to wrap a blood pressure monitor around the boys arm, pumping it up. Istillo grumbled. I don't even know why you do that. You can hear fine withou- You're interrupting. The redhead cut him off, then nodded at the readings, letting the monitor deflate. I followed you, to make sure you were the right one. Say Aw... The doctor pressed a tongue depressor into the boy's mouth. Although, I was wearing a trenchcoat and a hat... It was quite sunny that day. Bad for my health. He chuckled slightly, but his eyes were somewhat solemn. He replaced the tongue depressor with a thermometer, listening as the boy mumbled around it. He shook his head with a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, until the boy reached the end of his sentence. He did What? The angry redhead whirled on Istillo, pulling the thermometer out of the boy's mouth and whipped it at the captain. After reading the boy's temperature of course. Slightly chill. But nothing a nice fire and a few thick blankets can't fix... Ah.. Were was he? Oh right. The plastic imbedded itself in the wall beside the wild bronze hair. Istillo was unmoved, replying dryly, You missed. The doctor ground his teeth. I did not miss! I simply did not wish to have to deal with healing you. He huffed, glaring at the large captain. Istillo sighed, He was treated like all other captives before him, if not better. He's not hurt. James face twisted in anger, jabbing a finger at the sitting man. You know he's not like the rest of them. At least you would , if you had stayed long enough to listen during my briefing, but no you just ran off thinking you kne- The doctor continued on like this for a while, Istillo looking to have tuned the rant out, eyes flicking to the boy. They narrowed slightly. -Keep your men in check. James finally finished, then turned back to feel the boy's ribs. This doesn't hurt right Will? Good. You're all finished. James was about to turn away to return his instruments when the boy did something that made the vampire freeze. He leaned in... and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Even Istillo stiffened, eyes locked on the doctor. There was no need to worry, as he simply said a soft, Oh You're welcome.. Then shot a quick elated look over to Istillo, mouthing he's so cute! silently, before wiping his face clean when the boy's head reemerged. Istillo rolled his eyes. The boy was lucky he'd done that with James. The doctor had to heal both the servants and the vampires. Anyone else and the boy's neck would had been split open before his lips could even reach pale flesh. ...Ah, well Will... James looked over at Istillo as if for permission. The captain shrugged, Might as well tell him. Better he finds out now. James nodded, his eyes falling to the boy's soberly. His name is Amador Decessus... He paused, lowering his voice as if the name itself held power. He is our Lord. Sympathetic red eyes flicked between dilated pupils in the boy's blue eyes. He is what you would call... A direct decedent. Meaning he was not made, but born into the Vampire race. His mouth set into a grim line, holding the boy's eyes with his own. This also means he is not human . The doctor's hands came up to lightly grasp the boy's. You are meant for him. Your blood is special, Will. Red eyes widening somewhat with realization of how the sentence could have been construed, the doctor backtracked. Oh, Will, He won't kill you... No. He needs you. But... The redhead leaned in closer, voice quieter, urgent. Don't push him Will. He does not have the same... Thought process we do. Be careful. With that warning, the doctor set his jaw and turned away. To pack away his things. Istillo rose with a grunt, looking over at the boy to see if he would say anything. You ready to go, boy?