Covered in Blood: Eriol
By FireDreamer

This is just a little piece about one of my vampires. It describes an event that happens after the other trabia stories, and may be added sometime as a scene to the third story. Not much in the way of spoilers here. Not really. Allesandro called all the vampires he created to him and this is just a little..uhm..sibling problem.

Damn, they call me a monster. They can't have ever met the tiny thing standing before me. Glaring at me disdainfully through dark hair with eyes the same color as mine...I don't know what I thought.

I mean, I'm Allesandro's enforcer. I beat the shit out of other vampires for fun and profit. Allesandro's blood is sweet and a taste as payment for loyalty is enough to keep a vampire like me going for a good century. Eriol though...

He's in it for the kill. The joy in his eyes, the same that can be seen in mine when I fight, it's unmistakable. He is never happier than when he is torturing...no Slaughtering. It doesn't matter if it is humans or vampires or even the occaisional weak demon. The weak demon might cause some trouble, but he likes the fight as much as I do, he just enjoys the step further too.

There's blood on his gorgeous childish face now. I don't know who from, part of me suspects it wasn't human, and wasn't adult.

I had something in common with all of the other vampires here. Allesandro had loved us all once. Loved us, changed us, grew tired of living there, and left us there as vampiric piss markings of his territory, minds wiped of our assoaciation with him so we would revere him as ancient. Allesandro WAS ancient. I had never known him under any name but Allesandro, and I had a few hundred years on his little redheaded bitch.

Adrian was a puzzle. He was one of our youngest, not the youngest probably. Allesandro dug a new one out of the woodwork every other month or so, we were surprisingly adept at surviving without him. He had had the same treatment we all did, but something he did caught Allesandro's eye again. Now our creator was probably back at his home fucking his pretty little redhead and I'm here to pick up the kid.

The kid who was still staring at me damnit. I shook my head and looked at his blood covered clothing. "You're a mess, little butcher." His eyes caught mine again he he licked the blood off of his hand slowly. "Yeah yeah I know you had fun. Allesandro wants you back before 2:00. Something about another job."

In all three months I've been here, I've never heard Eriol talk. He was the first pickup that Allesandro had me make. He wanted me to leave a message for those vampires that were foolish enough to keep Eriol in chains. I eventually just left the child go after them.

I did wonder what was running through Allesandro's wonderfully primitive head when he changed this one. Eriol was barely more than 15, and a small one at that. His dark brown hair was tangled and matted with blood constantly, and those eyes that should be full of wonder were instead full of wicked pleasure from his slaughter tonight. He had a very attractive look about him and would have made an extremely handsome man had he been allowed to finish growing. Now, one could only call him a beautiful evil with him sitting like he was.

He nodded and followed me as I walked towards my bike. I knew perfectly well he could talk. He just didn't want to talk to me.

Ever.

Stuck up little kid.

Who was older than me.
Damn.