Authors: Lisea18 (playing Nathalan) and FantasyChater (playing Lance/Sin)
Rated: M (for later chapters)
Summary: When things from our past wake us up and we soon remember pain that carved weakness and doubt in our hearts all we want to do is cling to someone. All we want is that one feeling of being wanted even if that is just your essence.
When he awakes will you be the one he truly wants or is it just your blood that makes him want you more and more. You never now but all you want is to belong. And he has opened his arms to you and all you can think is to run to them because they are for you. And as you come to see he really isn't the kind of man you thought. His kindness has flowed to save you for himself because when he holds you and kisses you it is because not that he craves your insides but it is because he wants you to realize he LOVES YOU. When he awakes you know now it will be you, the one he truly wants.

Lisea's note: This is my first time RPing and it really changes my writing style (especially since English isn't my native language), thurthermore Nathalan isn't a kind of character I'm used to play. But I love writing this story with FantasyChater. Well I hope you will like.

Chapter 1

Lance awoke to find himself drenched is sweat once again. ’These dreams keep coming every night’ Lance got up from the bed chamber and headed to the cooks kitchen. Entering he asked half a sleep. “I want blood.” There was no one in the kitchen or even any one around that could have come to his attention. Lance looked through the kitchen hoping to find something to eat, but with his luck there was nothing but pots and pan that the cook would use. ‘Perhaps they are a sleep.’
Lance’s dreams came from his childhood, he had once thought do to the fact that he couldn’t recall any of his past. All he new was that he was in this castle and that the servants told him that it was his home and he was the master . Of course when he had awoken from a fall they said he most have forgotten every thing about who he was. This was only 5 years ago. And still he could not remember. Yet these horrid dreams hunted him every once in a while. Suddenly out of no where a scream came blowing through the halls of the castle. Lance was startled awake out of his drowsy state. “What on Earth was that?” Lance could her moaning of pain and little yelps of suffering. Lance headed down a corridor to where the sound started to get louder. He came to the stairwell that led to a part of the castle he was told was only an unused dungeon that was once used by his forefathers when they ruled many miles of the land around them. Lance started to walk down the stairs wanting to understand what exactly it was the he was hearing from the depths below.

Nathalan wondered how all this had started… not that he didn't know, but he really had been unlucky. He only had wanted this book about acupuncture, to try and learn it by himself, and was going to buy it when someone had pushed him and he had ended on his ass, with gold and jewels all over him… and very angry men coming right at him.
And now, here he was… in a humid and creepy dungeon that smelled like blood and urine. His long dark hairs were cascading down, sticking to his dirty and sweat covered face, his green eyes clouded by unshed tears. It hurt. He had his hands locked above his head with chains that were cutting at his wrists, and he was so sure he was going to have an infection. He was on his knees unable to sit and water was dripping on him, making a puddle of mud. Since he had been… questioned, or rather tortured, he was littered with injuries that would turn nasty this far from good environment. He was already listing all the kinds of decease and complication he was going to catch… not a very good idea when he was already in such a mess, he was getting more and more depressed. They hadn't even let him talk, how was he supposed to answer their question when all he could do was scream in pain? Huh? And here they were coming again, he could hear footsteps coming from the stairs…

Lance almost lost his balance as he stumbled down the steps to a single wooden door. ‘My God In Heaven what is that smell?’ Lance pushed against the door. The door crumbled off it’s hinges and onto the floor. The light that was given off from the lit lanterns in the stair well flowed into the musty room. Lance picked him self off the ground that he had fallen to because of the door. Lance looked forward and held his breath from the smell. He could still hear some one whimpering. “Is any one here?” “Show your self at once!” Lance couldn’t believe that there might even be a person in this filthy place.

Nathalan cringed as he moved his head to try and see what the hell was happening at the other end of the room. When the person spoke he nearly had a fit.
"And how am I suppose to do that when I'm locked to the wall?" he asked voice dripping sarcasm.
He bit his cheek to stop whimpering, he didn't want to look weak in front of his torturer.

‘What on earth?’ Lance walked into the room and stopped at the sight of a man knelling on the ground. Lance did know what to say or do; why on earth was there some one down here? Lance looked at the chains covering him and keeping him to the side wall of the room. Another body lay on the ground on the opposite side of the room. “What…what.” Lance started to back away with his hand over his mouth. “Is…is he dead?” Lance could help but feel like he was about to cry. This feeling and sight mad him sick, yet unbelievably sad, and his eyes began to water. Looking once more at the man chained he headed over to the body laying on the ground. Hesitant to see whether the person was still alive or dead.

"How nice of you to ignore me," muttered Nathalan before realising the man was going to see the other person in the room. The poor dude had already been there when he had arrived and had not moved an inch since… he might be dead for all he knew. "I don't know, but if you would be so kind as to unchain me I could check," he said tentatively wondering if he wasn't going to regret his words. The man didn't seem like a torturer, he looked rather troubled.

Lance looked at the man still chained to the wall and then stepped toward the laying body. Lance’s eyes widened and he moved slowly backwards from the body with its head hanging down. “Why…why is there even any one down here. Why is there any one here?” Lance looked at the one man he new was still alive. “Why?” Lance’s started to feel dizzy. Stumbling toward the entrance, he had to get out of there and it had to be now. Hearing a voice call to him in the back ground but Lance was to focused on leaving that place. Lance fell at the bottom on the steps and no longer could hear the voice or see the light of the lanterns. Lance had passed out from the shock .

Nathalan's eyes began to twitch as he was once again ignored. "why?" was the man stupid or something? "Oh we are just waiting to be served a nice cup of tea?" Nathalan wasn't in a nice mood right now and the man was going to be on the one suffering it. Oh dear God he was looking green and was stumbling, he wasn't going to pass out right? Right? Come on he hadn't been this mean! "You're feeling alright? Hellllooooo?" Hey! But he was leaving! Scratch that, he had just passed out. Great. And now what? "Anybody here?? I don't know who just passed out!" he yelled. If he judged by the man's pyjamas he wasn't poor and someone was surely going to come and get him. He might have a contusion from his fall and would need medical attention and… wait why was he even worrying about him? He was the one in trouble here!
"Hey wake up!" he called again.

“Oh MY DEAR….!” One of the kitchen wives ran through the Castle yelling. “The Master….the Master is gone!” The hole Castle was up now and looking for him. Where could he have gone? The cook watched down to the kitchen to see if Lance was there and simply he was not. ‘For All Heaven’s sake where did he go off to now?” Cook walked down the hall way towards the stair well that leads to the Castles dungeon. Stepping down he could here the boys voice call at some one. ‘My God if he found out he would surely have my head. Only the blood from those humans can make his memories silent.’ The cook ran down and stopped as he could see his master laying face down on the steps. The door was no longer there. The cook peered into the room and looked at the boy hanging from chains. “You bastard if anyone is to have their heads removed it will be yours for my master.”

What? He had been the one calling for help! What in earth had he done to God to be in this mess? He was just a normal guy trying to learn medicine! Maybe now was time to try some diplomacy? "I didn't do anything, he just passed out! The smell and the dead body must have made him feel dizzy, he might have a contusion, let me examine him," he asked, hoping the fear in his voice wasn't too obvious. His arms were hurting so much and he was feeling tired form all that was happening to him in such a short period of time. He hung his head low, eyes half closing waiting for what would come next. If they wanted him dead he didn't mind as long as it was fast.

Lance awoke to see the bed sheets over his head. He removed them and looked around. ‘was that a dream?’ Lance slid out of his bed and put him robes on. Walking out of his room he was greeted by the cook’s wife and one of his servants. “Did you sleep well my Lord?” Lance just nodded and headed for the kitchen. He greeted the cook and sat down to eat. As he ate he couldn’t help but feeling like there was something wrong. After finishing he headed down the hall and felt dizzy once again. Passing the stairwell he began to feel light headed. ‘what is wrong with me?’ A man chained to a wall flashed in his mind. ‘What was that?’ Lance stepped back to the stairwell and looked both ways down the hall before he continued down it. As he reached the landing he could hear nothing. Yet the smell hung over him and he gagged. Lance started to remember bit’s and peaces of the night before. ’My god!’ Lance barged open the door that had clearly been replaced. He remembered pushing on it and it falling to the floor. He looked around the room to find that the dead body was gone the one that laid on the other side of the room the night before and… there the other boy laid face down on the ground. Lance went over to him. Seeing the chains around his wrists he held his breath. “No …NO please don’t be dead please!” Lance went over to him and picked him up into his lap. Looking at him he couldn’t help but feel like he had seen this guy be fore. ‘Do…do I know you?’ Lance shook him a bit and realized he was still breathing. Lance put him on the floor face up and stepped over him and went to the chains attached to the wall. ‘they will need a lot of force or a key.’ Lance looked around to find no key. So he started to pull on the chains. CRASH. The chains fell to the floor. Although Lance didn’t seem the type to be strong, he was much stronger than any human. He picked the guy up off of the floor and started for the stairwell. There on the other side of the door from the room was a set of keys. Lance grabbed them and sat the guy on the steps and used the keys to unchain him from his wrists. The guy started to open his eyes. Lance quickly put his finger to the guys lips. “Don’t say any thing. I don’t know why or how this happened but if you don’t be quiet then my cover is blown. I think…I think the cook has something to do with this.”

Nathalan heard a strange sound and felt someone move him. He didn't remember anything but the man falling and then the other one hitting him, he had lost consciousness he had been so exhausted. Slowly he opened his eyes to meet two grey blue ones looking at him with… was that worry? A clean finger was on his lips before he even thought of speaking. “The cook what?” he slowly nodded his head; whatever was going on it was better if he just shut up.
He pushed the hand away and sat, shaking from the cold and humidity. He needed a shower and some bandages. Oh. But the man had fallen last time. Was he alright? You had to be checked 24 hours after the shock. Nathalan reached for the man's head but stopped and instead pointed to his head, lifting an eyebrow to signal it was a question.

Lance looked down at the man that pointed to his head and gave him a puzzled look. ‘What does he want?’ Lance picked him up in a cradled way and started up the stair well. The man smelled just like the room and was dripping here and there with blood. ‘He needs to be cleaned and bandaged, but how do I get through the castle unseen?’ Lance looked both ways down the hall once he was at the tope of the stair well. He began to head for the clinic room but was stopped at the sight of the cook. ‘why would he be here now? Maybe it really was the cook.’ Lance contemplated whether or not to confront the cook now and ask about the boy. Instead Lance held tighter to the man in his arms and started the other way to his room.

Alright the man was dense… whatever he looked fine, he would ask later. He almost grumbled as he was carried bridal style but remembered they were supposed to be quiet. Instead he just rested his head on the man's torso and let things happen, he was doing that a lot lately… ‘urg, I stink and I'm ruining his clothes… come one Nath, that's not the time to worry about such trivial matters,’ he reminded himself before tensing as he saw the bad man. He peered at the gray eyed man that had stopped. Damn. He didn't know the place, he couldn't help. Visibly they were going to be in trouble if they were caught, the man wasn't the castle's lord after all. "leave me here, I will be ok," he mouthed to the man. No need to be two in this shit, he could handle himself.

“Shuush!” Lance began to head down the hall and got to the corridor that was not to far from his room. He stopped again at the sight of three of his servants. Perhaps he should have confronted the cook but it was too later now the cook would have figured out that he was trying to stay away from him because he suspected him of this treatment to the man. Lance looked down at the man. He studied him with a quick glance he was filthy and young, could not have been much older then him. A common boy perhaps. But how would a common man come to be in this place there was no humans in this realm the was only his castle and the barren lands that stretched out. Lance new of places that still allowed Humans to flourish but besides the cook and his wife he did not know of any humans. Simply the servants were just ghosts formed to work because they can no longer move onto the next life, if there was one.

Nathalan felt his blood run cold as he saw ghosts passing by. Oh dear God! He wasn't in the human part of the country! He had thought he was, since the man he had met was human but… ghosts…. Which meant this man was… a vampire? Looking up he started to struggle, he wasn't going to serve as food!

Lance could feel the man start to struggle in his arms. ‘Maybe the ghosts scare him?’ Lance mover back so that the servants would not see or hear him. “Stop moving, I am trying to help ok and whether or not they see us means nothing but… I have no idea how loyal any one is.” Lance gave him a pleading look that hopefully would rest the mans fears.

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