Samuel Daiz's Story

Sam sat in the inn, helping out the people there. The owners. He had asked that he stay there in exchange for is assistance. They didn't know him to be a vampire, and he didn't intend to tell them anything. Sooner or later, though, Samuel would need some blood. For now, he ate and that food sustained him for the time being. Sam yawned, a little exhausted. He brushed off the sleep and walked into the lobby, serving drinks to those eating and just loitering. One of the girls grabbed him and pulled him into her lap. Looking at her, Sam knew she was drunk. His face flushed and filled with color. The girl giggled and ran her hands down his sides.

"Hey!" The owner shouted. The girls growled and looked over her shoulder. "Leave my employees alone."

The girl let Sam go and he ran off to the owner. The owner patted his back and together they went into the kitchen. Sam looked at the owner with wide and grateful eyes. "Thank you so much."

"No problem. You're a great worker. Don't wanna scare you off or anything." The owner said to him. Sam felt bad to lie to the man about his true self, but he found that the less people knew about his condition, the better.

"Hey Sam!" The owner called. Samuel turned from sink to look at the innkeeper. They smiled at each other, a gesture which was rare in this time. "A few new guys just dropped in, can you get their order?"

Samuel nodded and quickly made his way into the lobby. Samuel followed orders to the letter. He never did anything wrong, and so the innkeeper loved him. Samuel still had a hard time keeping his fangs in his mouth sometimes though. A drunk man stumbled by Sam, his neck very very close to him. Sam hissed quietly under his breath and bared his fangs. Samuel's heart jumped and he snapped his mouth shut as he realized what he was doing. He scrambled off to take some orders before he did anything stupid.

He walked up to one guy and asked with a sweet smile, "Would you like something to eat or drink?"

He walked up to one guy and asked with a sweet smile, "Would you like something to eat or drink?"

Jason was so engrossed in the flames, was they hypnotized him. Everything around him was all fuzzy. He felt colder then usual, why was that? Can Vampires get sick? Jason heard a hazy voice, he knew he had to answer, but he couldn't keep his thoughts straight. He felt dizzy and quickly stood up, he felt as if he was going to puke.

He smiled softly,"Sorry I'm kinda dizzy at the moment. Do you know were the bathroom i-".

Jason felt as if his whole body was being buried under stone and he dropped to the ground. He was breathing heavily,and couldn't keep his eyes open to save his life. This is stupid why am I so tired...Wait I haven't had blood in such a long time...that may be it...

His eyes slowly closed and he couldn't hear the voices around him anymore.

Lucien became ill at ease when he sensed a few gazes upon his figure (or perhaps it was just one? He would not find out as he refused to look for those eyes that he had caught the attention of). More uncomfortable than he had been when entering, discomfort pooled awkwardly in his gut though his haggard, once handsome face an unreadable mask, void of anything. Luce resisted the urge to fiddle with his bag and its contents, giving his hands something to do instead by simply removing his trusty jacket, pulling it tenderly over wings, a feather catching on the fabric, to which he winced, ever so slightly. His brows furrowed as an irritating twang of hunger made its presence known again, stomach growling.

But before he can attract the waiter to place an order, the young white haired boy he had seen come to the inn as well, who was seated quite near him, swayed worryingly, before toppling from his seat in a faint. At first, Lucien has the fleeting idea that he had drunk too much, but it was dismissed when he noticed the lack of mugs and jugs on the occupied table. Quickly deciding that the black out was brought on by much more serious circumstances, he rises from his seat, intending to aid.

Dorian almost hit his head off the table do to his bad luck. Two vampires and two angels (one being himself) all in one room. After years of wandering the world he had come to see another paranormal when he saw them. He also had to keep in mind that one of the vampires had just blacked out do to lack-there-of blood in his system. Dorian mentally cursed at the foolish vampire for not eating anything. One of the last things he wanted was to have a very hungry vampire in the room when he woke, it would or could lead to bad things. Dorian watched as the other angel decided that he would help, Dorian then decided that he might as well do something. Dorian removed him self from his chair and walked up to the inn keeper. "One room for the man that has passed out please." Dorian placed the coin for the room on the bar. Before walking back the the passed out vampire, and placing two fingers just under the vampire's jaw. Of course the vampire had no pulse, he was already dead, but for the sake of the human's in the room he did it any way. Huffing and grumbling under his breath about stupid irresponsible vampire's that thought they knew everything, he lifted the one of the arms of passed out vampire over his shoulder. His back immediately protested, Dorian could feel the blood tickle into his all ready bloody bandages, though his face showed no pain. Dorian was more then cretin that the other, wide awake, vampire could smell the fresh blood. He sure as all hell hoped that the vampire had a brain between his ears and didn't say anything about it in front of the other angel, but knowing Dorian's luck the blond of the two would point it out.

Samuel looked at the boy as he seemed a little light headed. He put a hand on his shoulder gently to hold him up, but when the guy completely collapsed, Samuel totally freaked out. He rubbed his face, trying to control his panic. He mumbled under his breath and breathed heavily. "No no no no no o no no no no... Oh dear... please wake up..."

He covered his eyes, afraid to peak through them. Samuel blocked out the world around him, hoping it would all go away. When he felt another presence near, he uncovered his face and looked at the dark haired man pick up the unconscious boy. Samuel heart pounded in his chest. He smelled blood. He looked over the dark haired guy and found that he was bleeding from his back. A former angel maybe. Samuel said nothing, but followed the man as they headed into a bedroom. Samuel bit his lip, holding in the urge to drain the man of his blood, or even just lick the blood that spilled from the wounds on his back. The smell was intoxicating.

In his state of unconsciousness Jason could feel himself being lifted up off the ground. It soon settled to him just floating in the air, suspended on,what it felt like,someone's shoulder. Who's carrying me? He heard the voice of a person close to his ear,"Stupid, childish, know-it-all vampires". I guess I caused trouble for someone-

The small of blood filled his sense of smell, his whole body tingled with desire. Shit...This is really bad! Jason would move from the source if he could, but he whole body felt like a pail of lead. This made Jason irritated at himself, and this whole situation. Why did I have to pass out! And why do I have to smell blood at this moment! I wouldn't be in this mess if I hadn't come inside, but if I didn't I would be outside, and sooner or later would have bitten another person. Ever since the day Jason had been bitten, he has held himself from drinking blood, it sounds stupid but Jason hated the aftermath effect he had with blood. He would take it so far to the point only if he was in danger of losing himself, he would drink it. Yet, still he couldn't stand the fact he drank blood. It was true that he was a Vampire,and the fact that blood is like a delicious treat was also very true. That still doesn't mean he enjoys it. He doesn't like losing himself when drinking blood, it feels as if his whole body is being controlled. This frightens him beyond belief, the feeling of losing yourself as he drinks the blood of the person,until they are completely gone.

He felt himself being lifted down onto something soft. He struggled to get up or do anything with his body,but he was as heavy as a boulder, his body just wouldn't budge. He gave up on his body and resorted to his eyes. Praying that they would open for him, as well as his mouth. Finally after a long trail of struggling his eyes opened, to see that three people surrounding him. The first one was wearing a long black jacket, with dark hair and pale blue eyes. Jason could smell the blood coming from underneath his jacket, causing him pain just by smelling it. He must be the one who called me stupid. He then saw the waiter who looked only about a year older, he had blonde hair with red eyes. The third one was next to him, he had on a jacket also. He had blue-black hair and bright aqua eyes.

The blacked hair man was mumbling curses under his breath, "Sorry, I'm so stupid".

Samuel entered the room, almost jumping out of his skin. The smell was almost unbearable. "You may want to take care of your...problem, before he regains his strength. He mightn't attack but with the temptation, I wouldn't risk it," One of them said. He was so right. Samuel didn't know how long he could last before he attacked the guy. He looked briefly at the vampire, then other angel before looking back at bleeding man.

"I.. agree..." Samuel struggled to say. He was fighting the temptation to just lick his blood. "But I mean... I just... I really..." Samuel stepped closer to the dark haired guy and took his shoulder. "I really want your blood... It smell so nice... Please go... wash yourself before I do anything stupid... please..." He said in a hushed tone.

Dorian almost mentally slapped himself, all of the people currently standing in the room all knew what the smell of blood was, and all defiantly weren't around it 24/7 like he was. "All right all right, give me a hour." Dorian removed the other, but almost as young, vampire's hand from his shoulder. Cursing he opened the the door leading to the bathroom and closing it behind him. He locked the door, of course this wouldn't do much to fight agents vampires or a angel so he quickly charmed the crack between the door and the wall. This sealed it shut they only way to open it would be to erase the symbol witch he made out of soap. Satisfied with his work he removed his long cloak slowly, this was in attempt to keep his wounds opening even farther. He did the same with his low-cut-back mussel shirt. He removed his pants and boxer before stepping over to the sink that had a small round mirror above it, he turned slightly to get a look at his back. He cursed loudly. His blood did in dead seep through the wraps, next time he would think twice about helping a vampire. Dorian then set about the task of showering, cleaning wounds and then making the bathroom blood free.



Dorian was more then sure he had spent the majority of a hour cleaning, weather it be his wounds, his skin or the room it's self. It was a tedious task, but Dorian had to complete it every time he entered a inn or a place of stay. He didn't need anyone thinking he was a murderer. Dorian looked at his back once more. He could just see little nubs of bone sticking out of the wounds on his back. He clenched his teeth, he never did want this. He huffed slightly before going over to his cloak. He pulled out a small pouch. This was his special pouch he had gotten long before leaving the angels. It was enchanted to hold as much as Dorian wanted to place in it, he pulled out a set of clean wraps, he had gotten them in the last village he was at, he placed them on the sink before opening the window to let in some cleaner air. He was more then sure the small room was radiating in the sent of blood. He then started to wrap his wounds after slipping his pants back on.

Lucien paced the length of the room slowly, like a petulant child, keeping his aqua eyes trained on either vampire. The young one, resting peacefully on the bed slipped several times into sleep, and then promptly into awareness, and he assumed he was making a recovery, albeit gradually. The other practically twitched with the urge to leap across the space, break (perhaps violently) into the bathroom, and lap at the potent red he would find there , which, Luce knew, was a pointless endeavor against the charmed wooden door. But the vibes of blood lust put his very core on edge, alert.

When the pitter-patter of the water ceased, Lucien knocked harshly on the wooden door of the washroom. "Do you need help with your bandages?" He asked before hurriedly adding, "I would get one of these guys to do it but..." He paused, not wishing to cause any offense to the bloodthirsty race, nor the beings present, "They're vampires, n'all.". Luce recalled how irritatingly hard it had been for him to dress his own wounds when he had become readily inured at the beginning of his journey, when he had been horribly unskilled at defending himself. "Just let me know," He hummed, more encapsulated in memory now as he moved slowly from the door.