Thread: Blood of my Heart

Jean Claude's eyes narrowed at Gaberiel's statement of serving no one, everyone served someone, even he, Jean Claude served someone, usually Draco or Anita but he did it. he ran his thumb along the others cheek as he watched those eyes slide from Wold to bird, looking almost... aroused. such a rare thing you are, so gifted. he murmured softly before grinning a little. i have no doubt you are... and yet you very nearly died tonight under Albion. he admitted. it it was not for Stephan's CPR you very well would have died. Jean Claude actually chuckled at Gabriel's words of never existing before, if there was one, there had always been another, at least in nature that was true. and Jean Claude doubted very much that Gabriel was a result of science or unnatural magic. once the sun set life returned to the Guilty Pleasures, it would not be open for several hours yet, but people where getting ready for it. one room opened suddenly to Gabriel's left and inside was yet another bed with Draco laying on it, sleeping peacefully, a large rosewood coffin lay on the floor next to the bed and you knew it was Jean Claude's just from the designs along the edges. another coffin lay next to it, this one was empty, but one could be sure that until recently it had held one pissed off Draco Malfoy. you could see the scratch marks along the lid and sides where Draco had fought to get out. there was a small, almost movement from the bed and Draco's eyes slowly opened as he stared at Gabriel's Panther form, magic sliding into Gabriel and tugging at him as if Draco's very magic wanted Gabriel to come to him. come here. Draco whispered, somehow managing to make it both a plea, and an order as he swept the covers back so that the other could crawl into bed with him. change into human? he asked softly, blinking at the other. i hate being alone. he admitted swallowing thickly, an almost fear in Draco's voice as he closed his eyes and went back to sleep, not even bothering to see if Gabe would do as requested, too exaughsted from righting against his cross wrapped coffin. Albion was a strange creature indeed, one minute he was so furious he nearly broke his own coffin, cross or not, and the next he was almost timid, like a kitten finding herself in a strange place without warning, and then he was rude, spoiled, egotistical Draco Malfoy like he had been at school... what had happened to poor Draco to affect his very personality in such a way? he appeared to be Bi Polar but no disease of such a thing had ever been found in wizards, let alone vampires. as soon as you where turned, all mental and physical ailments where swept away. even the genetic ones. Albion was so pretty too, and that was without the vampires mystical glamor, what did normal muggles see when they looked upon Draco? something so ethereally gorgeous that they fell to their knee's thinking he was an angel? or did Draco simply not bother with making himself look prettier since he was already perfect? if Gabe got close enough, or even crawled into bed with Draco the boy did not have that same cold smell as all undead things did. he smelled very much alive, as if he wasn't a vampire at all, he smelled of life, and roses. if would figure that a Malfoy's natural scent resembled roses, roses and lilies. soft, good smells.