Indigo held his breath, peering through the small crack in the doorway and watching the outline of the large male tromp back up the stairs. The breath escaped his lips when he heard a door close, signifying that the man had, indeed, found nothing out of the ordinary in his home. Indigo thanked the heavens that he hadn't been in there long enough to touch anything, though he had debated for a mere moment of whether or not to turn the television on.

His wave of relief sucessfully washisg over him, a voice interupted his thoughts, sending the wave crashing down. He turned quickly, having forgotten for a split second that he hadn't actually gotten the full name of the male before the man had ambled sleepily down the stairs. Indigo nodded, then, realizing that the other probably couldn't see him, reached out and carelessly flicked the lightswitch on the outside of the door, the sliver of light spreading across the darkened room like wildfire. He opened the door just enough to allow his small frame to slip out, and he glanced carefully around the room, halfway expecting the man to return to the living room with a rifle in his hands. Hearing nothing, he simply decided to take the other's hand and pull him out as well, leaving them with only the light of the coat closet to see.

"Apologies for this strange display. I had assumed that this was your home." Indigo explained, keeping his voice low, and his eyes locked on York, as if making sure that he wouldn't make any possible movements that could give their position away. Finally, silver hues moved from the other's appealing orbs, and towards the door, which he walked to, slowly, and opened. He realized that the closet light was on, but the man would simply have to wonder forever if he had forgotten to turn it off, or if someone had been there that wasn't supposed to be. He slipped outside with York in tow, and once out into the cool air of night, he realized that he could be a bit louder. He relinquished York's hand and ran his fingers through his hair, walking a good distance away from the home.

"Where do you live? It would be a lot simpler to speak with you there." Indigo stated, his voice turning into a murmur near the end, as if he was speaking more to himself than to York. After asking, though, he realized that it might have been slightly unnerving for a stranger to ask where someone lived. Especially when that stranger had just broken into a seperate house after that particular someone had been knocked unconcious by him. Indigo quickly turned to him, a slight panic hitting him for a moment, before he calmed down, "Sorry, I know this is strange, but I would appreciate it if you could trust me."

[Happy Belated Father's Day~ 8D I couldn't post yesterday because I was on a boat all day, and when I got home, I had to watch Daisy of Love. (: Sinister got to stay, btw. 8DD Just thought I'd mention that. Sinister is my favorite <3]

Horrified.

It was the first thought that leaped into Indigo's mind when the other male had finally awoken, his look of sheer terror causing his own heart to throb in pain. A bad dream, perhaps? The black-haired male remained still, choosing to be ominous instead of blatant. He didn't want to see the look of terror escalating even furthur due to his presense, and he certainly didn't want the other to panic. Panic was the enemy in a situation as such.

It didn't take long for the enemy to defeat them, and York's shrill voice was soon echoing through the emptiness of the house. Indigo mentally cursed both the other male and himself--the question 'why am I here?' made it quite obvious that this was not his home. But what on earth had given the boy the idea that it was okay to wander around on the darkened roads at midnight? It was all very bizarre, when he thought about it. What kind of human wandered around alone after nightfall? It was dangerous, and Indigo had just proven that point by biting him, though it was something that he didn't seem to immediately recall. He would use that to advatage, if he could.

Indigo advanced towards the other male, reaching out and gripping both of his wrists in one hand, and then throwing his palm over the smaller male's mouth. "I beg of you, please be quiet." His speaking was formal, although his calmness was quickly deminishing. If he didn't explain things, he would be put under charges for trying to assualt this boy, along with breaking and entering. He must have looked like an odd man to begin with; the fact that he was in a home that was not his, nor the other male's, and that he had accidentally forced him to go unconcious obviously wasn't making his reputation any better.

A noise came from upstairs, and Indigo froze, the only part of his body moving were silver eyes, which darted to the stairs. He waited for a moment, praying for the other to remain silent. When he realized that no one upstairs was moving, he relaxed, turning to the other male. "I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself properly--I'm Indigo Deviché, member of..." His voice trailed off, and he shook his head quickly, removing his palm from the other male's mouth, but still holding his arms tightly enough to where the other couldn't wrench free from his grasp. "Please introduce yourself in a calm and dignified matter. I don't know who's home we've intruded." His formality was sometimes considered unnerving by others, but his way of speaking was also endearing. His voice was absolutely beautiful, and he had a strange sense of protectiveness about him; as though if someone was around him, they would be safe.

Another noise was heard from upstairs, and his shoulders tensed once more. Unfortunately, this time, the soft patter of feet against the carpet was not stopping, and by the first creak of the top stair, Indigo was in an uncharacteristic panic. He jerked the white-haired male from the couch and listened carefully as another step was pushed against. The closest thing to a hiding place was what he could assume to be a coat closet, and he reached out, slender fingers gripping the doorknob. He managed to squeeze inside, still gripping onto only one of the white-haired boy's arms, and abruptly pulled him next to him when he saw a pair of feet. They didn't have time or space to close the door completely, and Indigo peered through the crack to see a middle aged-man look around, confusion overtaking his features. Indigo then realized that he had turned the lights on when he had stepped into the house, when they had definately been off before.

He muttered a series of profanities under his breath as he watched the man manuever groggily into the kitchen and retrieve a glass of water from the fridge before flicking the lights off, plunging them into darkness. Indigo tensed slightly, the other being so close to him that he could feel his every small movement, and could inevitably feel every breath he took against his skin. He could only hope that he remained quiet until the male left. It wasn't as though Indigo was an abductor of some sort; he didn't deserve to be treated as such.

[No, your posts are fantastic xD His dream was really breathtaking; you wrote it very well. I still think my posts are ultimate fail. D:]

It hadn't at all been his intention to render the other male unconcious, but his need for the taste had gotten the best of him; the grip on the white-haired male's shoulder's tightening as he blacked out, minimal amounts of blood leaking from the small, almost snake-like bite on his neck. Indigo resisted the urge to lick his way up the crimson trail that was slowly dripping onto his clothing, and instead tried to wrap his mind around the current situation, though it took a bit longer to process, due to the fact that his mind was still recovering from the after-effects that the taste of the human's blood.

It all came to him at an alarming rate, slamming into his head and giving him a headache. He was in the middle of a quiet neighborhood with an unconcious white-haired male in his hands, in the middle of the night. If someone happened to awaken, and was to see him, he wasn't sure how he would be able to explain it to authorities, and he wasn't sure his father would be pleased if he wasn't able to find and keep a host. His darkened eyes slowly returned to their normal, shining silver as they darted around before he hoisted the male into his arms bridal-style and moved quickly to the house, grabbing the knob and turning it. To his surprise, it was unlocked, and he stepped inside, dropping the other male onto the couch and turning the lock, and leaning against the door.

He had just broken into a house, with no breaking involved. Indigo wasn't even sure if this was the guy's home or not--some eldery woman and her husband could come rushing down the stairs at any moment to see what the commotion was. The black-haired male glanced nervously back to the couch he had carelessly set the white-haired man on, watching his movements carefully to make sure he wasn't about to wake up and ask a million questions that he didn't yet have answers to. Sure, he had the answers; he simply wasn't sure how to convey the jumbled thoughts into words. It wasn't as though Indigo could simply tell the male that he belonged to him--there had to be a gentler way to put it.

The raven haired male checked the lock once more before shuffling over to the couch, seating himself on the edge and watching the other's face for a long moment. Somehow, when unconcious, he seemed rather peaceful; content. For some reason, he had sensed a feeling of uneasiness before he had even made his presense known. To Indigo, it was all just very baffling. He turned his eyes away after a moment to look at the blank television screen, his reflection, distorted and darkened, staring back at him. He wanted to know what was going on in his head, why he felt so strange about all this. This feeling of uneasiness and dread that had suddenly befallen upon him. He sighed, and then felt something shifting beside him. He jerked slightly, pulling himself off of the couch and watching carefully as the other male moved slightly, apparently awakening.

[>>; I really wish I could get a decent post up for you. But it seems to be impossible. xD]

Why they did this wasn't because they were concerned about humans, but it was more of a prideful exhibit of their personalities. The Deviché clan was known for more than just their ancestors; they were known for their entire ruling, the way that they acted, and their own beliefs, which were constantly spoken about by others, wondering if how they handled their need for blood would techincally be considered appropriate. Vampires had been made out as villians who thirsted only for blood, and cared only for their well-being, yet one clan had taken strides to go against that label, and retrieved blood in their own way.

The family of Deviché had wound their way through time with the use of only one human each--a host would suit as the most appropriate term for them. Each member of Deviché, at the age of eighteen, when the true need for human blood was at it's peaks, would be forced to find a human that could be used to satisfy the thirst. When they take their first drink of human blood, it would be from the very person that would host them for the rest of their lives. When the original host dies, they find a second host; therefore, no more humans are killed than needed to be. This cycle lasts until the member is reborn as another member of Deviché, and then it begins again.

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Silver eyes drilled into a set of matching hues in front of him, doing his best to hold gaze with the other male. His fingers were tense against the arms of the large, ruby plush chair, his feet having found a steady purchase on the floor. Long, black hair cascaded down his back, shining and beautiful against the dim light of the room. The flame of the candle on the table flickered, and he blinked. There was a breathy chuckle on the other side of the room, and he forced himself to look into the face of his father; leader of Deviché.

"Indigo, you're of age." The man whispered, his grey hair falling to about his shoulders and his image reeking of age, wrinkles occupying his once 'forever young' features. The spitting image of the leader, the male who had currently been adressed, nodded his head, unable to think of anything more to say. What his father was saying was the obvious; he was of age, he could already feel his thirst for blood increasing, causing his stomach to churn uneasily as he waited, tense and prepared, against the chair, gripping onto the armrests so tightly that his already pale knuckles were turning a snow-white color.

His father seemed to notice his discomfort, but chose not to acknowledge it, and continued in his slow, drawling voice, putting Indigo even more on edge. "This has a great responsibility. Mortals can be weak, and you must moniter how much you take from them; they need blood just as much as we do." His father explained, purposely slowing down his words and causing his son to narrow his eyes. "Most clans don't treat them as such, but humans are sacred; without them, we would be unable to exist. Keep in mind that they are the key to our survival. If we were to wipe enough of them out, we would eventually perish with them." The elder continued, nodding his head. Indigo nodded as well, as if almost hypnotised by what his father had done. "We are a good clan, son. If you were to taint our name, I would most certainly have to exile you." The younger of the two grinded his teeth together.

"I'm aware of that, father." He answered curtly, fidgeting uncomfortably in his chair and crossing his legs, mentally berating himself for not being able to acheive the collected demeanor that he had always maintained. When he came of age, he thought he would be able to handle the pressure, but was easily coming to terms with the fact that it was not easy at all. The thirst that he had been able to satisfy with the second-hand blood of animals had now increased tenfold, and it was making it impossible for him to focus completely on what his father was saying. He understood everything clearly; it wasn't as though he hadn't heard it before.

A small, half-smirk rose to his father's lips, and with a quick nod, he stood up with some extra effort due to age. "You may go. But remember--don't sabotage our name."

"Yes, sir."

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His head was pounding, and he could feel his teeth protruding against his lips, furthur informing him of how desperately hungry he was. His eyes, normally a metallic silver, shone as a darker, almost black color, and his movements were becoming harsher, his mind pulling blanks every few moments. Nothing was going to stop him from getting what he wanted; he needed the blood. He felt positive that if he did not find a host soon, he would have to attack a nearby person. His thoughts were blurring, his mind was going absolutely mad, and he ached for something that he had never wanted this intensely before.

He forced himself to calm down, and, though it took multiple efforts, finally managed to control himself, even if just slightly better than before. He forced himself to look at the houses of the lonely road that he had ended up wandering apon, and glanced up towards the sky, bathed in a deep purple, as the sun had just gone down. Indigo paused, taking a deep breath and glancing around to see no one. It was obviously a sleepy neighborhood, and he was sure that most everyone was inside by this point, in the safety of their homes. He grinded his teeth together, an unhealthy habit of his, and tried to focus on what he wanted, his hunger slowly building up again as he went longer and longer without the sweet taste that he longed for.

And that was when he saw him--a young man, probably about his age or younger, outside of his home in the late evening. A devillish grin rose to his face, and he swiftly and silently found his way towards the man. He seemed to appear from nowhere in front of the boy, and gave a coy grin, showing off his white, and rather sharp canines. "Hellooo," He cooed, his voice sweetly sinister. Without warning, even from himself, senses took over, and he found himself with his teeth embedded in the neck of the male, drinking the wonderfully delicious crimson fluid from his body.

It was almost too hard to relinquish him after only a minute, but he realized that he was satisfied, and pulled his teeth from the skin, though his hands still gripped at the other male's shoulders mercilessly.

[...XDDD This is not that great of a start. I just kinda imagined your character being all 'WTF?' and running, but. xD You know. Anyways, this roleplay is private for `kiwi. Umum. Hope it works okay? And sorry for the lame title ><]