( don't hide your mistakes )
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DON'T HIDE YOUR MISTAKES
cause they'll find you, burn you

It was a quiet late afternoon for Zadyr, no one was around to bother him and the vampire was left to his own devices. This was a nice change and he enjoyed ever moment he wandered around aimlessly. Gingerly plucking a cigarette from its place and rested it between his pale lips as he slipped it back in his pocket and pulled out a lighter to light up. Taking a slow and long drag, the blue haired vampire shifted and closed his eyes behind his lightly tinted sunglasses as a group of people walked by. One of the teen aged girls oggled at his hair, but he ignored her as he turned and exhaled into the wind. Savoring the nicotine, even though it didn't affect him at all, Zadyr momentarily took his guard down and became absorbed in his own little world as he let a small smile curve his lips as he exhaled smoke and dropped the hand with the cig to his side.

Just as he was about to turn and head back to the small rental home he was currently staying in, he caught on to a eerily familiar scent. Frowning, he turned in the direction of it only to stop dead in his tracks. ”Je t'aime, miel...” Those words bore into him as he blankly stared in horror at the sight of the other vampire. His fingers dropped the still lit and fully functional cigarette as he just stared with slightly widened crimson eyes behind his sunglasses. He couldn't move, even if hewanted to grab his pocket knife and ram it through his chest and then slit his throat and watch him actually die. He'd make sure of it this time. If only he could move! He was frozen in the spot, left only to stare in shock and horror at the other, his slightly parted lips and expressionless face conveyed his disbelief. Azazel had told him Brice was alive and well, but he still didn't want to believe that. He wanted to believe he was still rotting bones somewhere in Europe. It was as if all those events and memories he had so carefully shoved into the back of his mind had been released to flood his thoughts and that strange fear and bitter heart breat was allowed to resurface and make what was left of his heart ache. Heonly said those few words, that was all it took to completely knock Zadyr off his tracks and leave him speechless.

Before he was allowed to speak, the other turned and ran. What the hell? His shock broke as he frowned deeply and let out a noise of frustration as he bolted after him into the woods. Where did he think he was going? This could be a trap. The blue haired vampire paused mid-stride as he pondered that before shaking his head. No, Brice was here to torment and harass him, not anything daring such as that. If anything he was going to forge some sort of false apology and hold out his arms for him to ran back into. If his blood could boil, it would at this point, as he picked up his pace and chased after the other. Stopping with a jolt, Zadyr snarled and glared at Brice as he spoke. ”Do not give yourself so much credit, Brice.” His words shook as he held back his immense amount of mixed emotion, letting the venom drip from his words as he slowly found his voice. ”The best day of my immortal life was watching you die.” He should have stayed died, why was he not dead?

Panic rushed through his head as he tried to remain composed. Part of him wanted to rush at him, throw the dagger through his cold black heart and curse him for all his years of torment. But the other part wanted him to hold him tight and smile with that warm glow that had comforted him so many times as a child and tell him everything was fine now. All this could be done, he could be normal again. But no, that was not why he was here. How could he do this, even now after all he had put him through, come back to smile that smug smirk and say those arrogant words. Zadyr could feel his heart ache again and even shifted and squirmed in discomfort and frustration as he tried to remain looking furious.

( don't hide your mistakes )
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DON'T HIDE YOUR MISTAKES
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”Brice! Wait! No!” A shrill shout left the small blond as he was picked up and tossed over the much larger male's shoulders, kicking and flailing this boy laughed and grinned wide as he was spun around and then dropped back down on the marble floor. ”When will I be able to beat you, Brice?” The now pouting and disappointed preteen crossed his arms and huffed. With a laugh that resonated through the hall, the much taller mousy brown haired man leaned down to put both strong hands on either of the twelve year olds shoulders. ”Oh my little Alexzandre, you can lift up the mountains and touch the heavens, but I will always beat you.” His words floated like a sweet song and held a playfully dangerous tone that a child of only twelve would have never understood. With a small whine, the boy pouted more. ”But why? One day I will beat you, Brice and prove you wrong. You can't always be better than me!” The shouting youth was drowned out by embrace of the stunningly handsome young man as he stood straight and ruffled the finely combed over light blond locks. ”Only in your dreams, little one. Only in your dreams.”

Darkened crimson eyes stared up at Brice as he gripped his jaw and spoke his bitter sweet words, void of all emotion that could prove to be of any help and filled with a child like fear. Captured was his heart, pinned down by the deceivingly beautiful words and held hostage as he was forced to watch his whole life crumble and fall before his widened eyes. It was as if he was watching a movie from a third person point of view. This was the part where the bad guy used his seductively coy tongue to worm his way through the gates of the protagonists heart. The protagonist – himself – was forced to stare in awe as his life flashed before him. All those countless and beautiful memories that the two men had forged together flickering timelessly through his vision as he was paralyzed by a voice he thought he loved.

Gasping as he was tossed aside, stumbling back and catching himself before he fell, Zadyr snapped back to reality and viciously glared at the other. How dare he turn his childhood on him! The blue haired vampire snarled quietly and restrained his nerves as he forced himself to think of what to do next. He couldn't find his voice, it was so harshly stolen from him as he watched in muted horror as he was mocked and scolded like a child. If this vampire could form tears, they would be burning his eyes and staining his cheeks as he just stared. He couldn't take this much longer, the composure he had worked so hard to create and hold was falling apart and he wasn't able to keep his head level. This was what Brice wanted – he wanted to see him panic, feel fear, become furious and lash out. This was something Zadyr refused to do, he refused to give this monster the satisfaction of watching him fall apart. But the longer he stared at that hauntingly familiar and beautiful face, seeing those eyes that bore right back into him and hearing the voice that so long ago he would have killed to hear again, Zadyr couldn't hold himself together anymore.

At Brice's last statement, Zadyr cracked. Pulled the knife from his pocket, he used inhuman swiftness to ram it into Brice's stomach as he stumbled and fell into the other as the knife broke. ”No! I won't and will never again be a victim of your treachery and deceit.” He cried, imaginary tears falling as he choked on his words and shook his head and continued to stab the now broken knife against the other's stomach in vain. Pulling away, Zadyr stumbled back and stared at the knife with wide eyed horror before tripping and falling, it broke! Worst of all, he had actually tried to stab him. Forgetting his horror, he crawled up onto his knees and dropped his head, gripping the grass below him with a death grip, dirt and grass in his hands and between his fingers as he clenched his jaw and shook quietly. ”Go back to hell you monster, I don't need you anymore.” His quiet but seething tone was pure and deadly venom as his words dripped from his lips and barely traveled far. He couldn't take this much pain much longer, he thought as he braced himself for another wave of memories and flashbacks.