Thread: Love Is War { Kveria | EverUndine }

At the news that his revolver couldnt be saved, Alistair let his eyes fall into a cold glare at the floor, more disheartened than angry. Yes, he knew. He just didnt want to hear it. He had figured that even though he knew in his heart that it couldnt be done, that perhaps there was something Jolyon could do about it. No dice, though. All sense of hope was chucked out the window. He huffed indignantly, swinging his leg to connect his toe with the severed head at his feet. Maybe he was being immature about it, and maybe everyone could just fuck off because he didnt care what anyone thought. The gun had been an important piece to him, something his father had given him when hed left his home in the countryside to find a life in the big city. He exchanged wide open fields and hard but honest work for a place where the air was thick with smoke and the womens corsets were just a touch too tight just to accentuate their curvature and large bosoms. The city was a dirty place where hed very quickly had to grow up almost thirteen years ago now. It was unlike anything he ever could have experienced at home if hed taken over the farm like he was supposed to before the debt collectors started coming around. The point of moving to look for work was to help pay off his parents debt, but that had been years ago and by the time he could come home, hed already exhausted all his funds having put them toward keeping the farm. It didnt help that hed already been through several jobs and there were very few people left who would hire him. But well, Alistair had no one to blame but himself. Hed always been a little bit on the testy side, and apparently there was no one in the city who would put up with his rugged country boy ways. Of course, since then, hed refined himself quite a bit more, curbed the light accent as best he could though it would always be just barely present, and he found himself work that helped him relieve stress. Maybe it wasnt constructive and maybe hed become something of a recluse because of it, but the only thing that really mattered was that hed found somewhere that he wanted to be, doing something he wanted to do. Killing Vampires wasnt just to release tension, prove strength, avoid normal people, or make money. There was also a sense of pride and justice that accompanied it with every head piled up in his wake. Vampires were the beasts in Human form who took the life of Humans in order to survive that was just the food chain, he understood, but as long as there had been predators and prey, there had been someone fighting to get to the top and stay there. He couldnt think of many other species that would actively hunt their predator either for food or sport. Humans were sentient, they had thoughts and feelings, and the ability to deviate from the path that had originally been set for them. That alone, he felt, made them a species worth protecting from the one thing that no one wanted to tangle with. He could do it. So he did. And thats all there was to it. Except this one. Jolyon was a different story. He was always a different story a complex vexation that always left this throbbing pain in the Hunters left temple, which he now reached up to knead with his middle and index fingers, resisting the urge to place his hand over the spot that the obsidian-haired inventor had decided to caress without permission, and also in a way that made his skin burn, his breath catch. He didnt know what to do about him. Jolyon, to Alistair, was an enigma. An anomaly that was always just there and would never cease to be. He would continue long after Alistair just as he was there long before. And for the rest of Alistairs natural life, he would continue to be bothered wondering what exactly it was that made the other tick, no matter how fruitless the musings were. I didnt drop it, he lied with a deep scowl. It fell out of my pocket not my fault youre too incompetent to make things more durable. It was always thisback and forth banter where usually Jolyon would poke at him and Alistair would retaliate in a very predictable and aggressive fashion, sometimes physically and sometimes verbally depending on the day. It didnt matter, he could never land a hit anyway. It made him wonder what would happen if he ever did seriously try to kill the Vampire a bullet to the head or a knife severing that pretty head from that perfect pale neck. His eyes wandered to Jolyons back where he was soldering away on the tracking device. If more Vampires were like him, Alistair would be out of a job despite the fact that he was a monster in physicality, Alistair had gotten to know him over the time that theyd had dealings together, and it was blatantly obvious that he wasnt like the others. For one, not all of his kind were beautiful creatures who lured their prey with seductionthere were others who were nothing but mindless killing machines, endlessly famished and craving more of their preferred meal. Jolyon, despite being as old he was, maintained a sense of humanity as far as Alistair could see, and he was level-headed, rational kind of who else would intentionally provoke a guy with a mug like Alistairs, honestly?, and more intelligent than just about everyone hed ever met before. Then, he was also very self-serving. To dump ones own race, throwing them to the wolves so to speak, and help the enemy just for ones own survival? This was something Alistair could definitely appreciate. This was someone who would do whatever it took to stay alive, and for that alone he deserved to be spared if nothing else. Then there was that face, the silky jet-coloured hair, the smooth and even skin, the slight taper in his body down to his waist. He was a little thinner than Alistair and had a much nicer No! He ripped his eyes away, realising just where theyd come to rest, and to try and relieve some of the innate embarrassment the Hunter wet his lips briefly, swallowing down the lump that had been building up for some time now. Yes, it wasnt the first time hed caught himself checking the other man out. In the last month or so, the attraction had surmounted quickly, leaving Alistair reeling. He didnt understand it, but he wanted to attribute it to the idea hed read about in a book oncesome vampirologists actually believed that some of those filthy leeches had the ability to lure Humans in with a sort of charm, or a power to dazzle the Human mind mind control in short. The best way to know for sure would just be to ask Jolyon, there was no doubt that he would know the answer. And if it were true, he could then ask if Jolyon had been charming him in the last few weeks, maybe as a joke. That was a possibility. That wasnt just a possibility it was a likelihood. And it was also likely that Jolyon wouldnt answer that second inquiry directly. So what was the point? There was none. Alistair would continue to fight it. At the Vampires next words, Alistair went completely rigid there was a surge of something negative that he couldnt quite peg down. It was somewhere between exasperation, anger and disgust. You can forget that right now, Jolyon. Its never going to happen, and you know it. He knew he could never connect it didnt stop him from wanting to try. But, he desperately wanted that tracker back, and he wasnt going to get it by interrupting Jolyons work. Hed learned that early on, and since then hed been increasingly less hands-on. It wasnt that he was getting to be more patient, quite the opposite actually. It was more or less that Jolyon had a talent for helping kill off his own kind, and Alistair needed that. Hurry the fuck up. I want to see that muffler thing you made, and the flintlock pistol. Hed never seen one that old before, and the firearms enthusiast in him had been a little excited when he heard about it. Plus, the benefits to something that could silence the sound of his shots were immense. He wanted so badly to test it out soon.