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We arrived to my apartmenrt and we walked up the stairs. Alistair Cemetary was drunk again and threw a bottle towards my new ‘friend’ on our way up to the seventh floor. We walked up and into my apartment, I closed the door behind him and he told me his name.

“I’m so very sorry Lady Wildblood! I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Heathcliff Valentine…”

He bowed himself to me very deeply and actually looked a bit ashamed for forgetting to introduce himself.

-”It’s fine Mr. Valentine, would you like a cup of tea?”

“If you could serve me a cup of lemon tea than that would be very mice indeed.”

I made some lemon tea for the both of us and sat down.

“So, what would you like i exchamge for your soul?”

-”Revenge”

“Ah! A common reason, a very common reason indeed…”

“I used to have everything, opportunities for eternity and I could belong to the night.”’

-”What took it away?””

“Damon Tage Blair”

-”Oh, Queen Helena’s pet?”

“Yes”

-”Alright, what are we going to put him through?”

“Let me keep that a secret for the moment. Let’s make this deal, you’ll be my butler and you’ll get my soul as soon as I’ve put Damon through what he deserves.”

-”Sounds like a fair deal. Are you sure you’re selling your soul and clsoing the gate’s to Heaven forever for the simple cause of revenge?”

-”The gates were closed even before you happened.”

“That sounds like we have a deal…”

The darkness was absolute. Lexa had an idea that this was it. Nothing left to lose, it was already over. He must be dead. How many times had Lexa wished upon a God that doesn’t exist for things he never deserved? He found himself wanting to love him again, even though God is a homophobic hypocrite. How long had he spent in this black, black world? How long would he be here? Was this death? Was any of his loved ones here as well? The questions ran through anything or everything, whatever there was surrounding him and kept his conscious mind awake. Would Palakir end up here to?

After no-one-knows how-long, he started hearing again. He could hear a heart beat, a calm, nice, dark angels voice call his name. The smell of dust reached his nose. What could Lexa possibly have done to deserve this mercy? His eyes flickered open and met a pair of loving, brown eyes. He immediatly started crying, how much had he missed them?

A dangerously tight hug made him cough violently as Palakir let go, and hugged him once again, nicely. Palakir whispered quietly “You came back… You actually came back… My darling came back… He’s mine… For sure…”. Even thoug these whispers in Palakirs case sounded very odd and very dangerous, Lexa finally found a shelter, a type of safety, something nice, soothing, calming to rely on. Palakirs bare voice secretly telling him he wouldn’t be able to even take a shit without an uncomfortable reminder of who owned that arse. Palakir’s servants left the two alone. Palakir sat on Lexa’s pillow so Lexa could use his “wand” as a pillow instead. Slowly whispering and streaking Lexa across his unharmed face, Lexa gained his voice back and whispered “How come I didn’t die?”

-”I caught you silly.” Lexa had never heard as much affection in his voice before. Every vampires feelings become a little bit stronger than any human feeling, not that it would define Lexa’s undying love for this beautiful creature, but Palakir’s pride would probably never lower from this. We wouldn’t need Arachne to tell Palakir was proud over saving me, that he would sit over a dinner and boast about it all night until he came over the thought of a little extra meal before going to bed…

“How come my little darling came back? Or more important, why did you ever run away?” Reality slowly smothered it’s way into Lexa’s now pitch black heart, and started an attack again. Seven years ago, he ran away from here, from his english paradise near the coast, near Palakir. Lexa panicked when he found out that Palakir’s true desire was his blood, not his love, which broke him to pieces when he got back to his birth country, Sweden. This however wasn’t really true, because Palakir wasn’t the usual vampire. Vampire feelings run a little deeper than human ones, which is why Palakir could murder and slaughter villages just not to harm Lexa. Palakir sat there a long while petting Lexa over his lovely orange hair, calming and soothing him into breathing properly while he jumped in and out of counchiousness. Somewhere in his moments of concsiousness he saw some familiar stone walls and a bed under him and Palakir. They were in the castle.

Later that night, Lexa woke up alone in the dark again. Winter Teeths whispers slowly worked it ways into Lexa’s ears.

“Good, you survived…”

-”It was you who threw me off the cliffs?”

“Of course it was!”

-”Why!?”

“In order for our plan to work out, we need to drive his blood lust to an edge he can’t resist.”

Lexa could hear his own voice sacrificing his soul in order to give Palakir the one and only thing vampires crave.

“So, what’s our next step?”

-“You’re best defence.”

“What?”

-”Run away from him.”

Now Lexa hesitated. If Palakir wanted his blood, so be it, why would Lexa need to break his heart in order to give him that?

“Wait, are you hesitating?”

-”No.”

“Then why the silence?”

He hesitated again, before answering “I just don’t want to hurt him, it would break his heart if I ran away now.”

“No, you’re just stimulating the hunter inside him.”

-”Can’t we at least wait for a while so that it doesn’t seem so weird? I just came here.”

“All right…”

The candle flickered up again and a tall, noble looking man in a suit stood beside his bed, looking down over him. He had a long face and a kind look in his eyes, but still something was telling Lexa there was something wrong about this man. Lexa looked bravely up at the man and waited for an explanation.

“My name is Winter Teeth, you are Lexa Ekcnaw, am I correct?”

-”Yes.” Lexa answered.

“You don’t seem very happy after leaving Sir Bell, do you?”

Even tough the last time I heard the name overcome another persons lips was so long ago he couldn’t even force the memory forward, his bare name made his heart crack a bit. Mr. Teeth probably heard the shattering from it falling down to the bottom of his soul, again.

“If you could have one simple wish, Mr. Ecknaw, what would it be?” Mr. Teeth asked.

For a moment he could hear all his wishes whisper in his ears to be spoken of, but of course the most painful one was picked.

“I wish I could make Palakir happy.”

It was quiet a little while, and then Mr. Teeth laughed.

“You silly, you wouldn’t even need me to make that happen!”

His laughter echoed through his ears into the now empty chambers of Lexa’s soul as he quietly kept listening, hopefully this was Death coming over to get him, he hoped.

“You see, there’s this little sacrifice you need to make to let Mr. Bell become the happiest undead creature on this very earth…”

-”And what could that possibly be?” Lexa asked.

“Well… It’s just something you won’t need when we’re done with your little wish…”

-”Spit it out.”

“Oh so impatient you are, ruining my moment. Well, in exchange for Sir Bells happiness I would like… Your soul.”

Every single, damn time this man mentioned his name, he hurt. A slight anger ripped across his already, overly beaten heart, as he answered “Take it”.

“You really are straight forward aren’t you? Well, do you give it up without a second thought?”

“As long as he’ll let me go, I’ll give anything up for him.”

-”Oh! So sweet! Young love! Well then, first things first…” Mr. Teeth figured with an evil smirk across his face.

“This won’t be a comfortable ride.”

Mr. Teeth picked him up and started running out of the house, to a location Lexa didn’t know of. Right now he only wanted it to be over, he didn’t want to see Palakir’s face when he wouldn’t have me the way he wanted to… But at the same time, now the rich bastard would know all about his feelings that had haunted him all these miserable seven years.

After a good long couple of hours running in a speed Lexa knew of, they arrived at the swedish harbour and got on a motorboat to England. The wind pierced through his ears and long, orange hair as Mr. Teeth drove the boat all the way to a place Lexa knew far too well. They jumped off at the beach right beneath his castle and walked the long way up towards it. Around a mile from the castle Mr. Teeth took off a little path up ahead of the cliffs near the sea, and at the edge of the cliffs he stood. His majestic appearence never failed to blind Lexa, and as soon as Palakir Bell got on the scent of Lexa, Lexa suddenly flew off the cliffs beside Palakirs own two feet, down to his death on the cold, sharp stones down below, while Lexa reached for a last touch of his cold, cold fingertips.

He sat on the kitchen bench and tried breathing, again and again. Pictures from the past was suffocating him slowly as he coughed and gasped for air. This was all his fault. Completely his own fault for letting him go. After five minutes of gasping and trying, he fell apart on the floor. He tried painfully to lift his body up, and did not succeed. He tried looking up to a painting he had found in England while he still lived there, and it finally got a little bit easier to breathe. The painting showed a man around his height, with long, beautiful brown hair, a familiar crooked nose and expensive, victorian clothing. The man on the picture never lost his forbidden, which haunted Lexa's wardrobe even today. Every night he couldn't sleep he would crawl in there, in the cold and dark and wish a pair of cold, hard arms would slowly kill him while he breathed in the last smell of the man that bothered him the most. Many girls had already tried "helping him", but it wouldn't help. Why didn't he ever listen to her even when he clearly knew Arachne always was right in her predictions?

When the attack was weak enough to let him be more or less comfortable, he sat up and stared at a portrait. He stared at it, just the way he had stared at it for seven years. His lungs didn't co-operate, they kept fighting against him and his feelings for the man in the portrait. And in a couple of minutes he fell unconcious against the wooden floor again, like he'd done at least five times a week for seven years now. He woke up and looked outside. When the attack started the sky was grey and dull, ironically, but now it was pitch black just like the rest of the house. He stood up, carefully, and a voice inside him he knew so well said "Be careful darling, I'll kill you if you hurt yourself." He smiled, even though it was more painful than it usually was, and sat down by the kitchen window. Couldn't he just show up in the night like he used to, kind of right now?

He went up and made a cup of forest berry tea with a spoonful honey in it, just as if he would show up because of the scent of his favourite beverage. He sat and waited for the tea to cool down enough to be drinkable. He slowly drank the tea and just sat there a while. When he finished the tea he went to bed. The bed was still as cold as it’s been for seven years. He layed down, light a candle and fished up a locket from the inside of his shirt. The locket was silvery with skeleton and snake details on it, he opened it and found an old photograph of the same man from the portrait in the kitchen . Here he had a suit and stood by another man, which was the only part of the picture that bothered Lexa. Soon he started talking to himself again.

“You never go, do you? You’re always here with me, are you? I wouldn’t bother it if you just could stop trying to kill me while not being here.”

There Lexa laid down, talking to himself, fingering on the picture and then on his skin, his face, his nipples, belly and after a while, his own hands. A part of him wanted to run away from this cruel fate, while another part hoped for Palakir to live happily in his heart, right under his skin. The thought he had thought for seven years still took strolls around his body, which caused him sometimes to pick up a razor to slice his skin open. If Palakir was right under his skin like he always had been when he still was here, maybe he could just cut him out and let him breathe a little?

There Lexa laid, slowly fading away with his weary head as his only company. Just before he was about to finally fall asleep after long, long hours in the dark with just a candle to light up his lonliness, the candle went out and a polite, nice voice said “Such a nice little boy shouldn’t be unhappy like this…”

Hi there, this is a custome story I make for a friend. I'm going to write it here, it'll be about a masculine homosexual relationship between a vampire guy named Palakir Bell and Lexa Ekcnaw.

I walked down the road and found myself on just the right street. It was calm and quiet apart from the goth club just in front of Jehovas Witnesses place. The club itself had lots of good looking guys smoking right outside. I decided I'd might take a bite of them later if I got hungry. I went in to the club and sat down at the bar, I asked for a snake bite and took out the little bottle I had in my bag. As soon as I got my drink I poured a little blood in their and feasted on my delicious, red drink. A drunk couple of Baby Bats sat down right on the seats next to me, so I left my previous place and started looking out for a new one. In the darkest corner of the club I saw a young looking guy with an elegant yellow top hat. He had a black, long coat and stood with his back turned against me as I walked towards him with the drink in my hand. He was talking to an elderly looking goth and soon I overheard their conversation.

"Yes, I'm searching a soul, I haven't drank one in a while and I'm starting to get a little far too beasty about it..." said a persuading, nice voice laughing as if he's comment was a silly joke.

-"Take mine, I'm alive, at least for the moment." I said behind him. He turned around on one foot and looked at me. He looked over my outfit and my general appearance, and then said "Oh, you look very much alive my young lady." I smiled, it was a long while someone talked to me like that. He snapped his fingers as the elderly goth behind him fell asleep.

"Let's go continue the conversation elsewhere, we might get disturbed here, young Lady."

-"You can either call me Lady Wildblood or just Selena if you prefer."

"Lady Wildblood seems like a nice way to talk to such a beauty."

I laughed and answered "Sorry, but I've never really been a beauty."

"Then you must be wicked, both denying what every single mirror must've revealed an awful lot of times and for speaking to a demon!"

I looked closely on him. He had a nice, black suit with a yellow shirt under it, he's clothes was in an aristocratic, victorian manor and he's face was... well, what would one expect from a demon in human form? He had brown eyes and blonde hair and looked very elegant.

"I never was a girl with a wiked mind either, it's just that everything looks better when the sun goes down."

- "I completely agree, it seems like the club is a bit crowded. Even though these tasteful people look good in the darkness I really would like your soul."

"Ah yes, I have an apartment a few blocks away, shall we discuss the terms there?"

-"Sure." he answered with a nice, evil laughter.