Already Over, Chapter IV19:39 Aug 01 2014
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Winter Teeth’s whispers went away. Lexa laid there, in the dark with this smothering notion around his neck. Where had Palakir gone? Where was the light? For another couple of lonely hours he laid there, all alone with the haunting thoughts on what he was going to put Palakir through. Suddenly, a gentle light came from somewhere to his right, and then it got all dark again. He couldnt see anything until a candle to his left flickered up revelaing Palakir’s hungry smile. Lexa turned his head up to him as he put the light on a bedside table and crawled down beside him. Lexa turned his back on him so he could put his arms all around him, he was the big spoon after all. A pair of cold, big lips turned into a deep kiss with sharp teeth scraping dangerously near his skin.
“Have you slept well, my dear?” he whispered into his ear, softly.
-”I would’ve slept even better if you’d stayed.”
“I picked out some food for you.”
-”I alredy have enough food, it’s pushing against my lower back while the owner of it is starving me.”
“Oh? You want a taste?” Right now Palakir was teasing Lexa’s longing lips to the brink of madness. The last time he gave Palakir a blowjob was seven years ago. Lexa turned and kissed Palakir, deeply. Palakir swallowed it all, kissing Lexa back reflecting all the longing sensations he’d experience while watching the horizon wishing he would return. Palakir’s wish came true as Lexa’s fingers softly re-discovered Palakir’s strong body. Lexa’s kisses kept climbing down Palakir’s sensitive neck.
“Oh yes I’ve missed this my dear…”
Lexa kept climbing further down, kissing and biting he’s nipples until Palakir laid weak and lustful on his back. Lexa nicely let his tounge down to his belly button, he kept kissing him down until his tounge touched the beginning of Palakir’s dark jeans.
“I’d really like you to taste it darling…” Palakir said with a smooth voice.
-”You really want me to, Lord Bell?”
“Oh yes, please, my little lion…”
And so the moaning began.
The next morning Palakir’s voice woke him up again.
“Darling? I won’t let you starve, please get up, just for me…”
Lexa woke up and found Palakir smirking at him, and then the pain in his arse reminded him of last nights activities…
“Do I have to carry you?” he said with a playful smile.
-”Probably.” Lexa answered with a groan.
Palakir easily lift him up and started walking down to the diner room. The corridors were dark since there were curtains over the windows so the light wouldn’t shine through and burn Palakir or any of the other servants around the place. Lexa’s head rested on Palakir’s chest, they both enjoyed it quite much. The diner room was big enough to serve the Queen of England which wasn’t all that impossible. Palakir Bell was the heir of a former King of England, and was still a man with a very high status. His parents left him to take care of the castle while they indulged in their own business when Palakir was 17 years old during the early 1900’s. Now he’s parents were dead, and Palakir was the one to kill them. Palakir himself have had several names before, his name before this one was Lord William Edred and now he worked for the Queen as a bargain hunter. He would go out during the night while everyone slept and hunt down the most wanted criminals of all England, dead or alive, which was how he fed too. Palakir let Lexa sit on a chair on his left side and snapped his fingers at some servants to come with food to Lexa. Palakir patiently sat and watched while Lexa ate bacon and eggs.
“How does it taste, my darling?”
-”Fantastic, almost as good as you.”
Palakir smiled and replied “It’s hard to find good english chefs these days, but with some work I found a good one for you.”
Lexa ate up and drank a cup of tea while they casually talked about the weather, when Palakir suddenly asked “So what does my darling little Lexa desire to do today?”
Lexa hesitated and drank the last sips of his tea and answered “anything involving you”. Palakir chuckled and waved his hand towards the door. “You want to play chess with me?”
-”Sure.” Lexa replied.
They stood up and walked away from the dinner table as some servants went and picked up after breakfast. They walked through a long corridor filled with big, fancy paintings of family members, long, dark green velvet curtains over the windows and a black carpet on the corridor floor which never seemed to have an end. They walked by dried flower arrangements on dark brown, small mahogany tables and german, dark green and black chairs in a victorian forbidden in both neat and bigger shapes. They walked to the end of the corridor into a big playroom. Lexa saw classic playboards all aound and even a dartsboard on the wall. They walked over to a big, nice chessboard on the left end of the room near a window covered with another dark green curtain. Palakir and Lexa sat in front of one another. Lexa by the white pieces and Palakir by the black ones. On every piece there was a tiny dot on the “head” of evey piece. The white ones had tiny black ones while the black ones had tiny white ones. The chessboard itself was mighty, also made in dark mahogany. Lexa started the game and then they kept on piling each others pieces beside themselves.
“So, what have you been up to in Sweden for seven years?”
This was Palakir’s try to open a conversation, he actually wanted to know. He’d done everything he could not to give Lexa any reason at all to leave him, so why did he either way?
Lexa didn’t really want to answer. All he’s been doing these years were basically crying and jumping from one meaningless job to another and on the same time trying to cope with his lungs. No doctor really knew what was wrong with them, but they started to fail him as soon as Lexa came home to Sweden. Right now they were fine, the latest memory he had of breathing this smoothly was gone, more or less. Lexa looked at Palakir and a melting sensation crawled from the top of his chest down to his stomach where butterflies seemed to have built a hotel. They were flying eveywhere inside him, a part of him maybe could flew away with them?
“I’ve been…”
He didn’t really get to answer anything now that a servant knocked.
-”Master! You got a letter from the Queen, it’s marked!”
“Oh dear…”
A worried wrinkle popped out between Palakir’s eyebrows. The servant, a tall girl with dark brown, wavy hair, a bit like Palakir’s gave Palakir the letter. He ripped it open and forced it down his pocket.
“I’m so sorry my dear, dear Lexa, duty called…”
He rapidly walked over to Lexa, picked carefully his hand up and kissed it with deep respect, and then marched out the door as if he’d suddenly gotten hit with diarrhea. Lexa sat by the chessboard, now on his own. He looked at the pieces, and the black queen was on her way towards Lexa’s white King. It looked like the queen was running towards the King, but not in an intention to kill him, more of an intention to protect him.
Palakir jumped out of the window from his tower and climbed down from there. As soon as he got down he ran, as fast as he could towards the village. A strong scent of smoke hit his sensitive nose a mile from there, he ran, if possible, even faster. The letter had been a little late.
“Dear Mr. Bell…
The boy we captured has alredy escaped. His heading to kill evey single person he can find. Please stop him.
The Queen of Engand”
The letter was short for a reason. He approached the burning village and looked all around him. Bodies where lying all over the place and the strong smell of blood and burning flesh drove his desire and hunger to a dangerous edge. The fire reached up towards a pitch black night sky. He looked furiously all around him, and there he stood. Lucentio Blackthorn, a little boy in the same age as the witch Arachne was when Lexa left him, around 16 years old, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Lucentio smiled an evil, evil smile at him and ran into a burning building nearby. Palakir followed, as fast as possible. He ran right into the invisible wall that protected every house he hadn’t been into. He looked in, Lucentio stood there, and smiled even more.
“Welcome in, welcome in, make yourself REALLY comfortable!” He laughed and ran up the stairs. Palakir, who now was able to enter ran after him. The hatred of blodlust flew through his veins and made him reckless.. Palakir came up to the second floor. The raging fire got bigger and hotter every minute as Lucentio climbed out of a window. As soon as Lucentio started running from the building and Palakir found the window he had came through, the buildig crashed down all around him. Lucentio laughed all the way through town, laughing and laughing at the misery and death around him. He danced and jumped through town, painting the town with his hands in the villagers blood. When he was about to leave he looked at the building where he last saw Palakir. Suddenly, his neck hurt. Palakir had survived by sliding in under a very strong table and then dig his way out. He sure was injured, but the wounds healed as he drained Lucentio Blackthorn on every drop of blood. Nobody noticed that Winter Teeth stole some of the bodies…
In the castle Lexa was bored. He walked around quietly looking at weapons and portraits, he built towers with cards which crashed down as he was about to put up the last card and explored the place. It hadn’t changed at all. The spiderwebs where in every corner, the dusty furiture were in just the same condition as when he left. He walked up to one of the towers and sat there for awhile wondering when Palakir would return, and when he did, when would he eat him?
Palakir finished his “meal” and then ran up to the castle. He went into his room and wrote the Queen a letter explaining what had happened and that the case was finished, and then searched through the castle for Lexa. Lexa walked down from the tower, into his room and found the most gruesome scene he’d ever experienced. Bodies were piled on his bed, they were partly burned and still bled. In chock, he backed right into Palakir. Since he’d eaten, he had glowing, blood red eyes and when Lexa turned around and saw it, he panicked. He backed into the room overly filled with the smell of burned corpses while Palakir tried to calm him down, but limber as he was he sneaked right behind Palakir and ran faster than he’d ever ran in his life towards the first direction he found possible. He ran through corridors, corridors and even more corridors until he came downstairs. Palakir followed, he was chocked. Lexa grabbed a knife that hang on the wall and ran for the entrance where Palakir caught him up. He didn’t get to say anything, Lexa ran right into him with the knife directed towards his heart. He missed, just a centimeter from one of the bigger veins but the effect was quick. Palakir moaned in pain and sank to the floor while Lexa kept running out through the entrance. He ran and ran and ran down the country road, through the woods, wherever his feet carried him and he ended up feeling the smell of death again. He’d ended up in the village. He stumbled right out from the woods and met the gruesome scene of bodies, piled up over one another, burned houses and bloodfilled streets. This was exactly what Palakir was able to do so he wouldn’t harm Lexa, this was also the imaginary terrors that had made Lexa leave in the first place. Lexa sank to the ground, crying, the one he loved the most was a cold blooded murderer, why hadn’t he alredy ended Lexa’s life?
On the castle floor, Palakir laid on his back with tears in his eyes. He pulled out the knife from his chest, and the word ‘monster’ came to his mind. He stumbled out and followed Lexa’s smell to the village. Seeing him shaking on the cold, bloody ground broke his undead heart. He jogged over there and put Lexa’s head in his lap.
“Darling…”
-”Palakir, those were innocent people! Innocent, living people!” Lexa screamed at him on top of his lungs.
“What the…?”
“If you sacrifice whole, innocent villages because you have a weird, sick voice in your weird, sick head telling you to do anything but hurt me, why don’t you just kill me instead!?”Lexa crawled away from him, just a meter, his weak, exhausted body couldn’t bear him further.
-”Baby, I didn’t…”
“Those were innocent humans! Humans with human feelings! Humans, humans who had children, parents, partners, friends, lives, jobs, everything you’ve taken away in just an hour!”
-”Lexa, please don’t…”
“Well, what the fuck does humans mean to you anyway!?” This time Palakir bowed his head down, he didn’t even try to answer.
“Women are pray and men are toys, what are children to you then? Appetizers!?”
Lexa realized just now he might have hurt him and his feelings. But why would that matter?
“Why won’t you just give up? You’re a vampire, feed on me, ones and for all, kill me!” Palakir didn’t move.
“Kill me already!” He still didn’t move.
“Palakir, I beg of you, for the sake of humanity, kill…” Suddenly, Palakir’s lips kissed Lexa passionately, forcing him to the ground. He had used his vampire speed to crawl up to Lexa and kiss him. He lifted his body up from Lexa’s looked him in the eyes. His voice broke as he spoke to him.
“Please don’t say those things, you don’t know what you mean to me.” Palakir’s brown eyes looked like melting chocolate now that the blodrush was gone. Palakir kissed him deeply again, and again, and again and then his lips traveled down to his neck as he hugged him nice but tight.
“Please, please, please don’t say that… I will never hurt you…” The broken tone in Palakir’s voice broke Lexa’s heart as well. How could he have said so mean things to him?
Palakir picked Lexa up in his arms and then walked away from the scene. He carried Lexa all the way home through the forest and the castle to his bedroom and laid him in his bed. The bed was big, with dark green velvet curtains around it and made in dark brown mahogany. It had a dark green plaid on it, the sheets and the pillows were black and filled with soft, soft goose feathers. Palakir climbed up on top of Lexa and kissed him softly, passionatley, again and again and again and again until they’re fingers explored their way to the most secretive body parts they could find. They were all over each other. Palakir lift Lexa shirt off of him and kissed him in a sultry way down to his belly button.
“Is it my turn now, my little lion?” Palakir asked softly. He slowly massaged Lexa’s lower body parts. Lexa breathed in bravely and answered.
“Don’t you want to ride my arse again?”
A dangerous glimpse glowed through Palakir’s hungry eyes.
-”You want me to?”
“Oh yes my lord Bell, I couldn’t imagine anyone but you doing it…”
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