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Eriol:

He would probably say he is not my keeper, but he is. Like a dog on a leash, oh it sounds amusing.

Except I'm the dog....then it's not so fun anymore. Who asked him to be so concerned about me anyway?

Oh, yeah, Sahji. Only he wants to be called Allesandro now. I don't know why. I've never changed my name I don't see why he must. Oh well.

Michael is sitting on the couch reading a book or something. I go over and sit next to him and he pointedly ignores me. If we aren't on a job he doesn't want anything to do with me. Not anymore...not after I have ignored his questions. Acting like I haven't the slightest idea what he's babbling about.

Anyway, my keeper...he is not bad looking. Black hair blue eyes, built rather nicely. I'd fuck him maybe. I'm not certain it'd be worth the time though.

After all...he's too much fun to play with. Michael. The name slides off my tongue like silk. So fun to play with yes. He's so rigid. He hasn't heard me speak save to Allesandro. I think that it would be good if he knows I think about him. No secrets between brothers... "You have wonderful hair.", I say(in my original language...I don't know the name of it...some form of german?), and run my fingers through it from my seat on the couch next to him. He glances at me then goes back to his book. I look over his shoulder at the screen. Ew. English. Why anyone would want to read in that language is beyond me.

"Sometimes I don't mind you coming to get me. Sometimes I want to fuck you into the wretched ground that we used to bury ourselves in. The bloodlust isn't that dissimilar you know. I had a lover in Russia once that loved to fuck with the kill near, fresh to smell...you could taste the blood in the air."

"I speak german." He said simply. Damn.

"How much do you understand little one?" I asked him in that horrible language english. He surprised me enough, I should admit something.

"Enough. You and bloodlust?" No, you didn't understand it at all...my language isn't similar enough to that..and even Allesandro doesn't speak it.

I smiled. He had the good grace to looked scared. "Not quite." I pushed his book aside and crawled onto his lap. "So what were you when you were human?"

"Allesandro will be angry with you if you eat me."

"He'll get over it. I bet you were a knight or a priest......"

So began the guessing game. It's fun to play with prey...especially when they don't see it coming.

"Ah..." I jumped off him and walked off, leaving him confused. I oh, so love confusing people.

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Michael:

And Eriol spoke today. A full six months after I started watching him. He also tried to seduce me I think. He wasn't trying very hard, and I'm still not completely certain that he didn't want to eat me for dinner instead. These ancient vampires crave stronger blood than that of humans. I AM on the menu to him.

Of course I didn't get much time to contemplate it as Allesandro sent both of us to collect this new vampire he found. He said I wasn't strong enough to keep them in check, and Eriol wasn't sane enough to not eat him.

That and Eriol couldn't drive.

Arriving at the apartment, I couldn't see why this one would want to come home with us. Eriol let himself out and practically skipped up the stairs. The nutcase. It was one of the upperclass apartment complexes. This one we'd just inform, and probably set up a time for him to see Allesandro. I've done such a thing before.

Eriol knocked on the door, ignoring the doorbell next to the door. "Who the hell is knocking?" I heard a voice yell from inside. He opened the door and Eriol latched onto him. "Argh!" He pushed Eriol off and Eriol pouted.

Little freak.

I looked at the person that had answered the door. He was about Adrian's size, was I the largest man Allesandro had ever turned? That's awful. Either way, he wasn't beautiful. He was exotic, but not beautiful. His face was too sharp, his lips were too thin, and his eyes held a hint of menace. He was dark, with thick black hair that was back in many braids. "We come on behalf of..." I started, but he looked down at who he had pushed off him and his eyes widened.

"Oh Eriol! How have you been little northerner?" He helped him up. "Who is your friend?" Eriol smiled and waited for me to answer. We were back to that game again I saw...

"I'm Michael."

"People call me Ismet." Strange name. He likely picked it out himself. We tended to do that. Adrian didn't know his original name, and I and Eriol were exceptions to the name changing rule.

"Ah but that is not your name!" Eriol said pouting. Then he said something in that strange garbled German. It was said slowly, and he was looking into Ismet's eyes.

"And bathe in the blood of the world." Ismet responded, and he touched Eriol's face. "You have not changed one bit."

Somehow, these two together gave me a bad feeling.