One Broke the Mold [Enzo Vaughn]

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Nikolae sat back from his cursing new-borne with an amused smirk, and held his hands up in a show of innocence. Well. There was still red blood on his lips and chin, which probably did a lot to ruin the image. He flashed a smile. "Should I start shouting like the good Doctor Frankenstein?" He mused, eyeing the grumbling male with amusement as he crouched nearby.

With a sudden motion he had grabbed Enzo by the shoulders and wrenched him upward. "It's alive! He lives!" He shouted, the words echoing round the ancient chapel along with the maniacal cackle he gave for effect. He crushed the new fledgling to himself in a bone-squeezing hug.

"Ah, little Dragon. What wonders await you. I hope you like surprises. Surprise. You are immortal. A vampire! A..." He paused, head tilting assessingly. His nose wrinkled. "An allurist." He finally supplied with a little chuff of breath. Allurists were a handful, at best. Manipulative little creeps. But he did like this one. His own flesh and blood. It's a boy! He snickered to himself and nearly began rocking the twitching being.

"Would you like to know a secret, Enzo Dragomir?" He whispered quite loudly for a whisper. "You're going to be very hungry. For blood. Not mine. No, never again, tut tut. Human blood. The red stuff. It'll fill you up, leave you feeling good. Blood for a predator. A vampire. A Dragon." He murmured with a touch of pride. This one was his. His very own.
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He felt himself hauled unceremoniously back up, and just as quickly wrapped in a vice like embrace that would have held a 16 wheeler in place. The temple swum round him and he felt as if he were going to start to vomit and never stop, like that time in prep school when he drank tequila out of Bitsy McCollin's shot glass holding cleavage. Nothing was coming up however, no relief from the sharp gutting pains as Nikolae went on about vampires and frankenstein... and then began to tell him he was alluring.

Enzo closed his eyes, his death slowly fading from memory until it was a recollection but distant, fuzzy. He felt feverish and cold from the inside, his skin itself didn't seem to be registering temperature really. And through the pain and hunger so intense he would have thought he hadn't eaten in weeks, he had the unbearable desire to laugh, to scream to watch someones eyes pop out of their head as he strangled them, just to see it once.

"Nikolae..." he gasped out, as he said it he swore he could feel his blood moving, like it was reaching toward the other man. It was subtle this shifting, but he could feel Nikolae's presence without the use of any other sense. With that revelation his emotions again went ape **** on a hot day and it was all he could do not to rage and laugh insanely at the same time just to end up in tears. buried beneath that mess? This pike up his *** that told him he would never let harm come to this monster crooning to him like he was an infant, love him, hate him, he would die for him.

That was a serious *****.

"what..?" he managed and his voice as it came out in an intended whisper roared loud as a damn jet engine, making him wince at the unexpected power and volume. He tightened his lips and glared at Nikolae's shoulder and tried again.

"Dragons get virgin sacrifices."

sardonic? yes. half meaning it? yes and yes.
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Nikolae tilted his head much like a dog would at an odd scene, eyes peering over his newborne with some interest. A sacrifice? He wouldn't find any virgins in this place, not even Azraeth - Nik knew that one for a fact. He considered his options as he tried to brace the glowering male up against his own side and shoulder.

"What about a hooker with a fetish?" He asked instead, blinking slowly. He was utterly serious, though the proposition probably sounded anything but. They weren't far from the Necropolis, after all, with its seedy blood dolls willing to open a vein for anybody willing to pay. Creepy vacant eyed vagrants. Or so Nik had always seen them as such. He super despised that place, for too many reasons to count, and definitely too many reasons to unload on his staggering childe. Maybe tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow.

"Yes. Fast food tonight. Maybe a real hunt tomorrow. You'll enjoy the hunt. I can tell. So much like the hunts you made as a mortal, looking for a warm bed and a nice set of tits to lay your head." He murmured, only half to himself. The last part was definitely for Enzo's sake. Nik didn't spend the day hours with anybody. Nobody worth trusting his eternity on. He hefted the males weight easily against his side and began the long walk back toward the entrance of his beloved Temple, pushing the door open to drag the male back outside to the street.

"Let me know if it gets too much," He added absently. What he would do if the man said as much he wasn't sure. Pat his back comfortingly, maybe? He'd seen Azraeth do such things and it seemed to work. He could do that. He relaxed and made the slow shuffle walk to the gaudy club, wrinkling his nose at the place before heaving a sigh and nudging the door open to guide his childe inside. Needs must be, and all that. The super goth interior was nothing new, though he had heard the place had changed hands once or twice since he'd slain it's original owner. That had been a good night. A great night even. He should have made a damned video. With outtakes.

He guided Enzo to a booth and all but dropped the mans weight onto the seat before turning and lifting a finger, gesturing at the nearest doll with a sweet smile. Well, as sweet as he could manage in his current state. His mind swung in arcs, like that. The woman sauntered their direction, and Nik stood by his childe and waited.
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"Let me know if it gets too much."

He almost snorted with laughter at that. The only thing stopping him from it was the way the world was tilting around and heaving up at him as Nikolae hustled him out of the Temple. Stumbling along side the elder vampire, he narrowed his eyes as people stopped and stared at them, his undignified dragging must look as if he'd had five too many drinks. Nikolae was quite a bit shorter than he was so he was sure it must look beyond comical to anyone watching. That made him growl deep in his throat as he concentrated on moving -with- his sire rather than against him.

This seemed to be working and his feet began to shuffle of their own accord again, and good thing because his damned head felt as if it was going to burst. It was akin to his harder work out days when his blood sugar dropped into danger levels and he had to down multiple protein shakes to feel just the thing again... if you multiplied that by 1000. The feeling of helpless starvation was only growing as they passed humans on their way to the gaudy nightclub up the street, their scents weaving a spell around him to the point he was leaning toward them as they passed. Enzo steeled himself against it, his formidable will narrowing his eyes and focusing on getting through the doors... and plopped into a booth like a sack of radishes.

His slitted gaze found Nikolae and he glared for a moment before the vampire called over what could only be described in that minute as a world class blood pudding served in the finest of china... oh yes she would do... "Blood doll?" he managed out, his accent so thick it was almost cottony as his fingers latched onto her wrist and he yanked her down into his lap. And then he had eyes only for her.

He took his fingers from her arm and trailed them over the curve of her jaw, the slender form of her chin blended beautifully against both lips and neck and he found himself fascinated with the delicate nature of her skin. It felt soft beneath his hands, softer than he remembered it when he had been mortal and he almost lost himself touching her, his palm slipping down between her breasts to her belly, his other arm curving around her back to pull her lush little body toward him. His eyes found hers and he held them, his lips lowering to press gently to her lower lip, taking it between his own to suckle until he tasted the heated rush of blood flood just underneath her now bee stung cupids bow. That almost put him over the edge and the hand pressed against her taut belly slipped to her waist, arching her into a deeper kiss, his greed for her becoming tangible.

Whispering against the heat of her breath, his words mingling into her sighs and exhales, soft words of praise for her taste, her beauty... her life, he felt her own arms wind around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair, 'Si cara...' he whispered finally, releasing her flushed lips, the slight taste of her on his tongue driving him to distraction. Enzo dragged his eyes from her to look up at his Sire, licking down the Dolls chin and then neck with just the tip of his own tongue, searching that hot liquid beat.


His eyes nearly rolled back into his head when his teeth grazed her jugular, his lashes lowering finally to cover the dark gray storm roiling behind them. Soft growls vibrated over her flesh, his sharpened canines pressing into the sweet taste of her before finally breaking skin. The font that rewarded him filled his mouth with sensations he could never have understood as a human. He was not only drinking her blood, but taking a part of who she was into himself, knowing her with each taste. Losing himself in it until time stood still and there was nothing left but this woman who needed to die into him, he had to feel that...

Enzo had no idea how long he stayed locked to her, streams of blood staining the arm holding his prize, her head lolled back as she moaned her own pleasure. He didn't care how long it was, there was nothing left in the world but this feeling, this intimacy, this taste and the universe shattering around him as he felt flooded with power.

There was no going back now, and the young Dragon was finding he was just fine with that. He'd eat the damned world.
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Nikolae watched his newest prodigy latching onto the woman on instinct. He was borne for it, of course, and the Dragon was proud to see the man was taking to it like a fish to water. He drummed his fingers on the table top, glad that it wasn't sticky, and monitored the females heartbeat. It wouldn't do to let her die in his fledglings arms, the management was sure to frown about it. When he heard that beat start to thud slower, dangerously slow, he moved with sudden speed and intent, snatching her from his childes arms and into the waiting arms of one of the guards. Mortal guard, he was pretty sure. Didn't matter. They'd done no harm, not really.

"Well done, Enzo." He murmured, removing a handkerchief from his pocket and offering it to the man. "Bit messy, but you caught on well." He added with an amused smile. He waited to let the man clean himself; while plenty of people wandered the streets covered in blood - himself included on occasion - it didn't seem Enzo's style at all.

He stood up then, dropping a few bills on the table top. The girls here were well paid, though they didn't do it for the money - at least not all of them. Still, bad form not to pay for the drink. And his childe looked much better now that he'd had his fill of fresh warm blood. He moved for the door languidly, letting the newborne dictate the pace. Too often Nikolae forgot what it was to be human, or even to be a fledgling new to their abilities. He could move faster than almost any vampire in existence - he knew that much from the battles in the gauntlet he'd had - and so he had to carefully control his movements when around others. It was a hassle. Like the various faces he portrayed to outsiders. All a show.

"Come along, Enzo. It is time to show you what it means to be a Dragon." He murmured, perhaps ominously. To him it was said with hope. Somehow he knew... the halls of Dragomir were about to be lit up once again. This city would never know what hit it.
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