Todlich Unterwasser Gefahr (Deadly Underwater Danger-Pt. 5)
21:39 Aug 19 2009
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Rouleau sighed heavily as his entire demeanor changed. He sat down in the chair Neil had so recently vacated with his hands clasped as he leaned forward to study him. “Try…” He did not sound amused. Even his chocolate eyes were turning more amber…the centers going…almost gold.
“Why are your eyes turning yellow,” Neil whispered nervously as terror began to invade his mind.
“Neil, if I promise not to take one single thing you say offensively, will you please tell me what is bothering you so much you cannot relax?”
“I do not think I should,” Neil stated warily backing up a step. He whispered, “I don’t know you, do I?”
The vampire sighed. “Herr Mia is not around, Neil. Who will you trust? You need to tell someone. How can we help you if you will not allow us to know what you need?”
“I don’t need anything,” Neil growled in agitation. “I need to be safe…I need to feel safe!”
“You do not feel safe with me,” Rouleau asked softly studying him closely and looking concerned. “Who do you think can keep you safe, Neil? If not me, who,” he asked cautiously.
“No one,” Neil whispered looking apologetic. “I am sorry. This isn’t your fault. I shouldn’t be taking it out on you.”
“No,” Rouleau held up a hand to stop him. “There are reasons. Your fears all center on me, yet I do nothing to frighten you. I cannot read your mind, Neil. You must help me to understand this. I can help you if you trust me,” he offered softly with a look of pleading on his face.
“Okay, but you have to promise not to get mad. I can’t help it,” Neil whispered pacing more as his disturbing thoughts took over. His little lover boy came into the room like a ghost, so silent the vampire barely took note of him behind Neil. “It is my agent,” Neil finally burst out stopping to stare at Rouleau seriously. “I am terrified of him! I always have been…He will be hunting me. They said he was in a body cast, but still alive…” Neil began pacing again. Rouleau looked confused, but he held his questions back. “You remind me of him,” Neil said stopping to look at the vampire once more thoughtfully in agitation. “You have the same build, the same hair…the same eyes, when they go all gold! It is a thousand little things, yet nothing at all. Your voice is different, your attitude, mannerisms and style. But…”
Rouleau stood up interrupting him. He had such an expression of horror on his face. “When I pick up a cup, it is the same,” he repeated in a bland monotone looking behind Neil slowly. The two men shared a silent look that said millions of things. The boy’s breathe burst out of his lungs as his eyes widened in fear. “Michel…”
“No! No,” Michel snarled. “No, I am not going back!” Without an explanation for his odd outburst, Michel fled dropping whatever he had been holding. The vampire’s sad eyes settled on Neil once more.
“Did I say something I should not have,” Neil whispered fearfully.
“No, Neil,” Rouleau assured him, except he didn’t look like he meant it. “I told you I knew most of the ancients and you narrowed the list to many I never wanted to consider. Your words…just now…leave little doubt in my mind. Even Michel thinks the same thing I do,” he admitted wearily.
“You know who he is,” Neil stated woodenly as the millions of tiny details began to add up. He stared at the vampire seeing things he hadn’t before. The room began to spin, swimming around him as he almost passed out. Even sitting back down as he was doing, Rouleau was faster. Instantly, he went from sitting down wearily to holding Neil upright the second the blood all drained from his face.
Neil’s panic attack had not been caused by the idea that the vampire knew him so much as finally connecting those elusive dots. Michel was several hundred years old and knew him too. Rouleau’s tiny movements were just exactly like his agents own. You had to spend a great deal of time with someone to mimic their actions unconsciously. Not to mention the other similarities in features. “Are you going to give me to him when he gets here?” Neil felt numb as he heard his own breathless question. He was numb from head to toe with terror.
“I have no idea what will happen, Neil,” Rouleau stated solemnly. “Let me think about what to do…okay?” I felt his lips skim over the sensitive skin at my temple as he hugged me more than held me. “I will have to deal with Konnig over this. That is certain to be a pain in the ass…and Michel.”
“How does Michel know him?”
Rouleau grew still and tense. “Remember this, I am asking you to stay away from Michel. You are not to be alone with him. That just got very dangerous. Michel was raised by him too, Neil…only Michel…was in love with him…then and now.”
Days passed since that incident. The fear didn’t leave me. It only grew. I knew now something that I did not wish to admit, even to myself. I knew I was living on borrowed time. It was only a matter of weeks, days, or months, before I would return to hell. Often, I pretended to sleep only to try figuring a way out of this mess. As it happened, I was pretending to sleep when I heard the door move on this day. I allowed myself to relax.
Then, I felt someone touching me. It was only the lightest brush of fingers drawing a slightly damp curl away from my forehead and eyes. It was slightly damp, because I had gone straight to bed after a shower, again. There was a disgusted sound from over me as someone else moved in the room very close by. I heard someone say, "If you are going to go see your human lover today, you had best do it now. You don't have long to wait..." I was confused until I realized he was not talking to me.
"It is time, then," Rouleau growled in irritation from the bathroom doorway. "I was hoping...Ah, hell,” he stated grumpily doing something. “I know better than hope when you tell me it won't help, Michel." I heard him come back into the room and tried not to tense up at his proximity. The boy was in the room? I could only sense the person touching me. I knew it had to be Michel, but it didn’t sound like his voice. "Let him sleep. He is exhausted...Okay?"
"I will let him sleep if he needs to sleep.” Michel sounded reluctant and irritated. “Talk if he needs to talk...and walk away if that is what he so desires to do. You know me, Rouleau. I don't change much." The voice sounded amused, but I could hear the darker note in it...a note that said 'if you expect me to stop him, or talk him into staying, you are a fool'. I couldn't imagine daring to talk to him with that note in my voice. I guessed they must be closer friends than I had imagined when the vampire only sighed sadly at his comment, too distracted I would assume, to notice the undertone in it.
"Well, just don't let anyone slip in and take him," the vampire stated wearily. "I promised to keep him safe.” There was more movement. Was he dressing? Had he taken a shower? I must have fallen asleep for real if he had. “Not that I would have allowed anyone to harm him after seeing him like this, but I also made a promise. I need to keep him here. Please, try to keep that in mind and don't harass him.” The vampire said that like he knew his advice wouldn’t be taken to heart. “He is a virgin and he isn't comfortable with horny men."
I heard a sudden burst of laughter. "Gods, he must love you then!"
"That is not funny," Rouleau snapped before leaving the room angrily.
There was silence as his footsteps retreated down the hall. "Actually, lover...it is hilarious..." I felt my hair move again and could sense the silent chuckles in the male standing above me. "A little less competition never hurts anything," he sighed. "Unfortunately, I can never deny you anything you want..." My breathing hitched as I realized Rouleau had just left me alone with the very person he had asked me to watch out for. What was going on with that, I wondered. "Well, well...you are not sleeping at all, are you? Faker..."
I felt the bed move as he curled up against the headboard in a way that suggested this was his bed and he was very comfortable in it. I opened my eyes slowly...warily...and was surprised to see the very, young looking male the vampire had fed off of after waking. He had sounded very old speaking above me. Now, he looked like some brat you would throw your keys just to get them out of your hair for an hour.
His eyes astonished me too. They were very unique. Only one race had eyes like that...only one very rare, highly volatile, thought to be extinct race of creatures. They were pools of pure darkness with little pin-prick bursts of light welling up from within them. The light would hit the surface and spread like lightning disappearing in swift flashes as more were created. He was one of the original Kati of Ferriah, said to be vessels of the Gods. They were always found attached to the most powerful of people...when they were found at all. Meaning the vampire Rouleau was far older than he seemed. Even my mother, thought to be one of the most powerful couples to exist on this planet, had never seen a Kati. Why did Rouleau have one?
Konnig was holding Herr Mia by the hand when Rouleau materialized into the darkest shadows of the room. Mia was trying to comfort him…Mia…the one who was dying because of his lover’s silly temper and old age. It enraged the vampire just to see Konnig looking so guilty and miserable when he had caused the premature demise of the human loved by so many of them. Rouleau’s eyes gave away his presence, flashing with angry energy.
Mia turned to him with a worried and wonderful smile. “Rouleau, you came just in time,” he gasped through the oxygen mask on his face. Konnig stiffened in irritation.
“I could not let you die without giving me an answer,” Rouleau rasped huskily. “You never got to know your son. I am offering you the one thing you have always been denied. Just tell me ‘yes’, baby…not for me…for him.”
“What kind of crap are you pulling this time,” Konnig snapped at them. Mia ignored him. The good doctor actually seemed to waver from his firm denial to a thoughtful consideration.
“Come on, Mia! You do not have time to stall over this any longer. Answer me now! He is my companion. You do not have to see, speak, or show yourself to me ever again. Just say ‘yes’ and watch over the boy all you want.” Konnig stood up looking angry and confused. Rouleau glanced at him warily, but kept his attention focused. “If you say ‘no’, you cannot change your mind, Mia! If you agree, you can always leave later.”
“You would let me go…”
Rouleau paled. “I would disagree and try everything I knew to talk you out of it,” he sighed truthfully, “but honestly, I could not stop you if you chose to go.”
“Would I meet your others, or be alone…” By the sound of his voice, Herr Mia was fading as he spoke.
“I don’t know! Some do, but others do not…I think it is your choice. Either way, I need an answer! If the answer is ‘no’, simply tell me so I can go.” Herr Mia looked far sadder than Rouleau as he looked at the weariness in the vampire’s face. Rouleau looked sullen and slightly irritated. Konnig was about to tear into him at a moment’s notice.
“I don’t know,” Mia gasped. “I can say ‘yes’ and change my mind if I hate it…”
“I am going to take that as your answer, Mia. I am tired of waiting for you to make a decision.” Herr Mia did not nod or agree, but he also did not object. Clenching his jaw together, Rouleau held out his hand. “Can you still grab my hand?”
Konnig stepped forward, raising his own to stop him from trying, when darkness swelled up around him. Konnig was yanked across the room gently but firmly, keeping him from interfering in any way. Mia glanced at those shadows nervously, but his hand twitched. He was straining to lift it up.
“I am not going to help you do this, baby,” Rouleau stated solemnly. “You have not earned easy from me. If you want to see that your boy is treated well, take my hand!” Mia’s eyes fluttered. Rouleau called his name rather sharply to get his attention. “You are dying, Mia…Don’t hesitate!”
Mia’s eyes rolled back as his heart suddenly slammed, stuttered, and stopped. His body jerked and the vampire watched all of it stoically with his hand unmoved. Just as he had given up hoping, Mia’s hand clamped down on his own, seconds before it fell away limply.
“That doesn’t count!” Konnig struggled to get loose to stop him from doing whatever Mia was being tempted to do, but the shadows kept him still. Mia was dead.
Rouleau glanced at Konnig. “He can change his mind if he didn’t want this,” the vampire whispered. “I would never force him to choose if he could not.” Rouleau touched the still chest trying to keep his hand from shaking as he sent his energy into the essence of his soul. Suddenly, the vampire sucked in a sharp, deep breath. His eyes flashed red with fury before yanking his hand away. When he disappeared into the shadows, the darkness holding Konnig faded with him…leaving the jealous lover to wonder what had been done.
The creature before me leaned down and laughed at my narrowed, speculative look. Then, Michel scooted up under the covers as if I had invited him, laying his head upon a pillow to mimic me in reverse. I wasn't sure what he meant to do, but just lying on a bed wasn't enough to worry me. I had done that thousands of times in the past...naked...on film...without covers and sheets to hide the touching of our skin. Even the fact that he was a perfect stranger didn't bother me. How often had I actually known any of the models I had been forced to rub all over all day long?
Michel yawned and suddenly had that moist-eyed sleepy quality that made such great photos when doing a bed scene. He was damn good-looking. My agent would have loved him. It made me feel inferior all over again, something I was definitely not used to feeling when it came to the way I looked. If I felt inferior, it used to be because I was weaker, not ugly...Even weaker, being gorgeous had been an Ace up my sleeve. Powerful creatures of my kind had a severe weakness for beauty in any form. I had not liked being the one they all wanted, but at least I hadn't felt like an ugly dog next to another who was also attached to the same powerful creature trapping me. That would certainly lower my bargaining abilities...to non-existent. This creature was gorgeous in a way that would have worried me in America even on my best day.
Again, I noticed his hair. He had a head full of golden-yellow curls that fell around him like an angels even against pillows of darkness. His smooth, creamy skin was the paleness of a ghost, but it was considered the top choice of our breed. The line of his jaw was just barely masculine enough to let a passerby know he was not some hot, young girl in her prime. The line of his nose was just a little too big to be female. He was clearly male, but beautiful enough to give even the straightest man a willingness to pause and stare…if only for a minute. He snuggled up into the pillow, inhaling the scent with pleasure as he yawned a second time.
“Umm…I have missed this,” he sighed stretching out along the sheets like a cat marking his territory.
I got the hint. "I have no interest in your stupid vampire," I blurted out without a second of hesitation.
Michel’s eyes flashed white just before they fully opened. "Then you are even dumber than you look," he stated dryly in amusement. "Or perhaps Rouleau is...I haven't a clue why he keeps going after men who don't want him." I backed up to the edge of the bed as he moved closer to me. Was he trying to intimidate me, or just make me nervous? He looked both angry and amused. "My name is Michel, who are you?"
"Neil," I whispered barely an inch from his face. It struck me rather suddenly that he was even named after an angel. Why was he hanging out with a vampire?
"Well, Neil...I would ask you to get lost, but I don't suppose you have that option. Rouleau would follow you wherever you went. He will keep you safe after making that silly promise to his old human...friend. What I want to know is this...Why would Herr Mia ask a vampire to protect you? Who are you?"
"Because...Herr Konnig is my father, but Herr Mia is my biological father..." The little angel looked appalled. His eyes narrowed down on my face in sudden recognition.
"Oh, Gods, you even look like her!" He moved away further as he stared. "Great, you look like Konnig's wife and Herr Mia...I don't stand a chance," Michel growled in angry thoughtfulness. "When your damn hair grows back, you will look like everything he has been denied for centuries," he whispered. That would suggest that Rouleau also had a thing for my mother. Gods, how many men were in love with that bitch? Michel narrowed his eyes at my disgusted expression. "You don't have a clue, do you?"
"I don't have any idea what you mean. I haven't been raised near here. I was raised by an ass in America, because the ass in Germany gave me to him! I hate my family..."
Michel stared at me in amazement before a slow smile crept over his face. "Perhaps you do have a clue," he muttered in thoughtful amusement. Then, he laughed at some silent, unspoken joke. "It wouldn't take much to like you, you know. I am very easy to please."
"I don't want anyone..."
Michel studied me thoughtfully. "Then, you are already better off than the idiots who are older than we are. None of them can decide who, or what, to want. It makes them miserable. I am tired of watching the endless struggle of it." There was a speculative idea behind his pure, pretty eyes. It was an idea he wanted to share, but obviously one he did not dare. "I hate being alone. I always have hated the idea, but perhaps I would be better off alone. Don't you think it could be nice?"
"It is the only thing I have ever dreamed of..."
Michel nodded in distraction before smiling a wicked grin that disturbed Neil to the core. "I like you..." Neil scrambled away when the creature reached for him suddenly. "I don't bite," he teased in a slow drawl of pleasure, "besides if I did you would electrocute me to death. That doesn't exactly sound like a pleasant way to go, does it?"
Michel pressed up against Neil. He was so close Neil had to put out a hand to keep their bodies from actually touching. Neil stared at the strange male lying in the bed with him. “You don’t seem to mind men. I don’t think you are as innocent as he claims you are,” the young looking guy purred lazily looking sleepy and content as he rubbed his face along the vampire’s pillow seductively.
“I am not uncomfortable being near naked people. I used to be a model, so…” The guy’s eyes narrowed down on him quickly. “I know. I look awful,” I whispered huskily.
“You don’t look so good, I will admit. You looked like a kicked kitty earlier, but that doesn’t mean you look bad either. Your face looks a bit boney, but the structure of it is quite a great deal like your mother. I am guessing you are a knock-out down on his luck. Chances are pretty high you are looking bad right now because you don’t want to look good. I wish I wanted to be left alone. I get left that way far too often to suit me.”
Neil frowned and sighed drawing his hand away from the guy’s bared chest. Only as he drug his fingers over that pale skin, it lit up strangely with light. It was as if the colors were beneath his skin. The light followed the trail of his fingers. “Okay, that is weird,” Neil stated thoughtfully. One of his hands pressed to Michel’s skin and moved creating a wedge of light like a mood ring reacting to body heat in multiple colors. The guy purred happily, wiggling up into his hand.
“Oh, Gods…I don’t mind. Touch me all you want,” he drawled contently while stretching out to give him more room. Neil chuckled playing along the skin and watching the colors shift and change each time he moved over them. Soon, he was painting pictures on his skin. It faded, but slowly.
Michel looked at him with patient, amused eyes. “I miss being touched like this,” he sighed when he noticed Neil glancing up at him. Neil was surprised to see that the guy’s eyes were barely open. One little sliver of black with bursting pin-points of light within them. The guy moved suddenly, shucking off his pants in one swift motion. Neil backed up about to flee again until he noticed something.
“You don’t shave,” Neil blurted out in curious amazement.
Michel grinned at him lazily. “I have a reason. Rouleau doesn’t do oral…or he never has that I have seen. He doesn’t need to shave as he barely has any hair down there. It is very thin and pale.” The guy’s eyes flickered down curiously. “Do you shave? I have never seen anyone who did.”
“I have never seen anyone who didn’t…”
“Really, it feels quite unique,” Michel stated yanking my hand down onto his crotch. “The curls tickle somewhat.” He rubbed himself with my hand and it did feel odd to me, so I allowed it. “Can I see what it feels like,” he purred into my ear seductively. His hand left mine as both of his hands went to my pants and paused. He tugged down a little, but he waited for my answer. I didn’t feel any fear as I met his playful eyes warily. A few fingertips trailed at the edge to remind me of his question.
“Yeah, okay,” I whispered nervously.
Michel laughed at Neil’s wary reaction leaning forward to lick his earlobe into a gentle nip before pushing down on his jeans. Both pair hit the floor simultaneously with a slap of sound that startled Neil. Before he had time to reconsider his answer, Michel was back and curling his hand over him. Neil held still as Michel rubbed and massaged him experimentally. Neil finally fell onto his back simply allowing it with his eyes closed until he felt the guy’s cheek rub over him there too. Neil sucked in a deep breath trying to relax, but there still wasn’t any fear. That was very unusual, enough to keep him still when normally he would have protested.
Still, Michel’s laughter bothered me. “It is so soft! I am used to a slight roughness,” Michel stated happily. Then, his tongue darted out to lick around the base. I rose up swiftly to knock him away, but he backed up on his own. “Definitely different,” he purred. “Have you ever done oral on a guy? It is fun…I miss that too.”
“Why would it be fun?”
Michel laughed. “You never have. I can tell. I enjoy it! My own personal little toy to nip, lick, and suck on. Why wouldn’t I like it? It jerks and moans, whimpers and gasps, responding to every little twitch of my tongue or teeth. It is exciting to have that much control over someone. To know you can hurt them worse than anyone in the worlds in seconds and they trust you enough to give you the opportunity. Not that I would. They wouldn’t let me do it again if I did that, would they?”
I didn’t say anything. I looked at him with a puzzled frown trying to place a strange shiver of sensation his words caused me. “Neil…are you okay,” Michel asked me suspiciously.
“Yeah, I think so…” I rubbed the back of my neck in confusion. A memory was right at the tip of my mind, but I couldn’t see it. It occurred to me that I might not want to see it. It was probably something to do with my agent. The memory was almost there. I could almost see it. Suddenly, I shivered as my whole body flushed ice cold. The guy sucked in his breath looking at my chest in wide-eyed disbelief. The memory was gone.
“Did you just drop about ten degrees, because my face just got really cold?” He reached out to touch me. The second his fingers touched my abdomen, he looked up at me in concern. “Okay, that is not normal.” I held still as his heat washed all over me. I shivered letting him curl up on top of me. Michel giggled a little as the cold of my skin made him shudder involuntarily. “Gods, I bet it would feel good to be fucked like this. I like ice.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. I was suddenly just laughing at the oddity. I was so used to people trying to get into my pants that it never occurred to me that anyone might want me in theirs. I already knew he liked it. Perhaps that is why I was instinctively not afraid of him. My body grew warm as he rubbed himself into me provocatively.
As I laughed, Michel smiled lopsidedly and leaned forward to kiss me. I didn’t even think twice about it. I let him. In fact, I wrapped myself around him and returned it for the first time in my life actually considering what it would be like to…
I looked down and saw all of the glowing reminders of where I had touched the vampire’s little lover, who I was still curled all around. The handprints and rubbed spots glaring brightly like an accusation I couldn’t hide. The guy purred happily in my arms as I grew still beneath him. Why did I feel like someone was watching me? I thought I must be half crazy and a whole lot of paranoid, so at first I ignored it.
When I finally couldn’t resist any more, I looked. There stood Rouleau…looking at me. He looked mad. Michel noticed my expression. It took seconds from when he looked back; his reaction was instantaneous. Michel gasped and fled the bed…right into Rouleau’s embrace. He squealed and looked at the vampire in stunned surprise as he had been heading for the door not the man.
“What did you do,” the vampire asked him softly.
“Nothing…Are you mad at me,” Michel whispered actually looking scared as he looked into Rouleau’s eyes.
Rouleau met his eyes solemnly and ruefully. “If you did not do anything, why would you think I would be angry?” Michel glanced at me nervously. I smiled a little wryly and bit my lower lip.
“I don’t know. You get so sulky about your ‘new friends’,” Michel stated with a frown.
“I rarely have ‘new friends’ to get ‘sulky’ about, Michel,” Rouleau chided with a sigh. I narrowed my eyes at the anger Michel hid by turning his head away. He managed to look abashed, but the fury in his eyes suggested he was anything other than repentant.
(Do NOT copy any of my journal without my permission!) Jenna Karro
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