Mirrors [Ayunli]
Posted: 13 Dec 2016, 12:25
Something was happening, and Blaize did not know what it was.
Emotion wasn’t a high priority for the dancer. His art was his priority, and it usually took precedence over his personal relationships. He had only a handful of acquaintances and only two close friendships – that with his sire, and that with his childe. And yet, these days, he’d been seeking the company of both more and more often, as if their presence was soothing to him. For months – it had been at least five or six since he was sired – he had not enjoyed the act of feeding. Blood bags were his diet, only because he had failed to develop the sharp canines that every other of his kind developed. Even blood bags caused him guilt, such uncharacteristic guilt. Who was he stealing from? What lives were lost because the hospitals lacked the blood that they required in emergencies?
And yet, recently – over the past couple of weeks – the urge had been there. Every now and again he would meet someone whom he admired, and he’d imagine pulling them close and biting into the tight tendons of their neck.
It was baffling, to say the least. It was a new and unusual development, and Blaize was not sure that he liked it. It was distracting, and deep down he thought he wanted nothing to do with anyone else besides those whom he had already chosen as his companions – or those who had been chosen for him.
The ballerino chewed at the inside of his cheek as he ignored the emotions that threatened to rise up, his brows creased as he leapt the two steps up to the entrance of the studio. This close to Christmas the campus was almost clear of students, classes and exams petering out to make way for the Christmas break. Laura, his hired teacher, was inside, a few students early to their dance lesson. They were scattered about, quietly talking with each other and doing their stretches.
Blaize meandered through to the back room, though he left the door open. There were some goods that he needed, a client off-site wanting delivery. Blaize’s main delivery boy was out of town, on holidays to visit family. Blaize had to pick up the slack, but the blonde was glad for the distraction. The door outside opened a couple more times while Blaize lingered, the crisp Winter air disrupting the heated innards of the studio, the eddies reaching Blaize even in the back room. But, he was a vampire. He was sensitive to these things.
Laura clapped to gain the students’ attention; the class was about to start. Blaize moved to the doorway of his ‘office’, leaning his shoulder against the edge of it, arms crossed over his chest and one ankle crossed casually over the other. He could afford to waste five minutes. He needed to make sure the classes were progressing as he wanted them to.
Emotion wasn’t a high priority for the dancer. His art was his priority, and it usually took precedence over his personal relationships. He had only a handful of acquaintances and only two close friendships – that with his sire, and that with his childe. And yet, these days, he’d been seeking the company of both more and more often, as if their presence was soothing to him. For months – it had been at least five or six since he was sired – he had not enjoyed the act of feeding. Blood bags were his diet, only because he had failed to develop the sharp canines that every other of his kind developed. Even blood bags caused him guilt, such uncharacteristic guilt. Who was he stealing from? What lives were lost because the hospitals lacked the blood that they required in emergencies?
And yet, recently – over the past couple of weeks – the urge had been there. Every now and again he would meet someone whom he admired, and he’d imagine pulling them close and biting into the tight tendons of their neck.
It was baffling, to say the least. It was a new and unusual development, and Blaize was not sure that he liked it. It was distracting, and deep down he thought he wanted nothing to do with anyone else besides those whom he had already chosen as his companions – or those who had been chosen for him.
The ballerino chewed at the inside of his cheek as he ignored the emotions that threatened to rise up, his brows creased as he leapt the two steps up to the entrance of the studio. This close to Christmas the campus was almost clear of students, classes and exams petering out to make way for the Christmas break. Laura, his hired teacher, was inside, a few students early to their dance lesson. They were scattered about, quietly talking with each other and doing their stretches.
Blaize meandered through to the back room, though he left the door open. There were some goods that he needed, a client off-site wanting delivery. Blaize’s main delivery boy was out of town, on holidays to visit family. Blaize had to pick up the slack, but the blonde was glad for the distraction. The door outside opened a couple more times while Blaize lingered, the crisp Winter air disrupting the heated innards of the studio, the eddies reaching Blaize even in the back room. But, he was a vampire. He was sensitive to these things.
Laura clapped to gain the students’ attention; the class was about to start. Blaize moved to the doorway of his ‘office’, leaning his shoulder against the edge of it, arms crossed over his chest and one ankle crossed casually over the other. He could afford to waste five minutes. He needed to make sure the classes were progressing as he wanted them to.
