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- Adept
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- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- I love vampire role-plays. I like sci-fi with a distopian plot. I like yaoi quite well, but I do het pairings just as often. A touch of romance is good but I prefer romantic comedy to straight romance.
-2009-
"It is amazing, Caius," said the vampire prince, standing on the threshold of the great and cavernous tomb which had been carved out of the mountain. "It's simply amazing.""Thank you, my prince," replied the man who followed him into the chamber.
"Oh, drop the formalities. Nobody's listening," the prince complained.
"Old habits," Caius said with a negligent shrug. "It's hard to know what to call you, sometimes. But I can understand why you're uncomfortable with titles. After all, there was a time when you thought that your name was Principem Meus."
"And they would have gone on letting me think that, too. If it hadn't been for you, I doubt anyone would have corrected me." The prince laughed loudly at the memory. As the sound echoed through the cavern, he closed his eyes and simply listened. How long had it been since he'd last laughed?
Caius indulged in a small smile. He was glad to see that recent events hadn't changed the prince in any fundamental way. His troubles had merely weighed down on him. Now, with the prospect of a thousand year sleep, they'd lifted and he'd returned to a more innocent state of mind. Caius only wished he could go there, too. Things would be perfect, then, like they had once been.
-235 AD-
"Your Highness? Your Highness! Please stop this!" A well-meaning official squawked and squirmed as the prince of the vampires caught his hand and held it over the open flame of his oil lamp."Attrahenti…" The prince examined the official's hand before releasing the poor man. He then held his own hand over the flame for far longer than he'd kept the official's hand. His face was devoid of all expression as the fire licked his flesh. There was only mild curiosity in his eyes as he removed his hand from the fire and brushed the dead tissue off of his fingers. He didn't look away until his hand had returned to its original state. "My hand is like this, his hand is like this, but the servants are not. When I do this to them, they must wrap there hand in fasciis. What is fasciis?"
"Bandages, my lord?" asked one of the officials. "They are used to protect a wound."
"A vulnus?" the prince asked. "What is that?"
"When you put the servants' hands in the flame, that wounds them," the official explained.
"I see…" said the prince. If he understood that he was hurting the servants, he did not express it. He looked rather bored, in fact. Aware that they were losing the prince's interest and afraid that he might do them more harm, the officials, gathered in his room, hurried to explain their reason for being there in order to leave more quickly.
"We are afraid, my prince, that you are not being served in a manner that is not worthy of you," said one of the officials, stepping forward but not getting within arm's reach of the prince. "Therefore, we have gone through the trouble of finding you a suitable slave to personally serve you."
"Servus, servus, servus," the prince said, turning the unfamiliar word over in his mouth. "It sounds interesting. Show me."
The officials opened the door and let a very poorly treated young slave into the room. When the prince didn't immediately react in revulsion, the officials expressed their pleasure at having pleased the prince and scurried out of the room. None of them were particularly important officials so the prince didn't bother to bid them goodbye.
"Step forward. Who are you?" he said, now more interested in the slave before him.
"I am called Caius Marius Lucullus," said the slave, eyes turned toward the floor even as he approached the prince. The prince repeated the name several times.
"That's rather long. May I call you just Caius?" he asked.
"Whatever Your Highness wishes," replied the slave.
"I wish it," the prince said. "But that isn't important right now. I have a question to ask you. What does the word servus mean?"
The slave accidentally looked up in shock. He immediately returned his gaze downwards but stammered, "You do not know the word slave, Sire?"
"No," the prince replied. "Could you explain it?"
"A slave is a person who is owned by another person."
"Ridiculous!" the prince exclaimed. "Those officials are trying to kill me. I can barely look after myself and they want me to take care of another person?"
"You misunderstand, Your Highness," the slave said. "I serve you, work for you."
"Like the servants?"
"In a way."
"Very well, come here." The prince motioned for the slave to come stand by him. As soon as the slave was in arm's reach, the prince grabbed him and held his hand over the fire. The slave struggled at first but quickly stopped. When the prince released him, he watched in amazement as the skin grew back on his hand at a visible pace. "You are not like the servants," the prince announced, "you are like the officials."
"But I was sent here to be your slave," the slave protested.
"Amuse me, then. The servants amuse me. If you can amuse me like the servants, I will keep you as my slave. Tell me your history."
The slave explained how he had lead a normal life until his family was killed a fortnight ago and he'd been changed into whatever he was now, which wasn't what he'd been before. Then he'd been brought to the prince.
"What does familiam mean?" the prince asked.
"Family? They are the people who live with you and love you. They are also the ones related to you by blood."
"I've never had that," the prince said, almost appearing sad. "It sounds very nice."
"Did I amuse you, my prince?"
"No, but I like you. You've lost your family and I never had one. Could we make up for each other's lack and be a family?"
"It doesn't work that way, my prince," the slave stammered.
"Why not? If we share blood and you remain with me forever, are we not brothers?"
"But I am your slave."
"I do not want you to be my slave. I want you to be my brother. I own you, if you are my slave, yes? like I own this lamp. I can do what I want with this lamp, so I can do what I want with you. I want you to be my brother, so you will be my brother and not my slave."
The slave did not dare argue more with this odd prince, so he gave in. "I will be your brother."
The prince smiled for the first time, lighting up his face like a child's. Without warning, he pinned down the slave and took blood from him. The prince then presented his wrist for the slave to do the same. The slave was reluctant, he hadn't been a blood drinker for long and the action still disturbed him but, beyond that, he was uneasy taking blood from the prince of the blood drinkers. The prince was insistent, however, and eventually the slave took some.
"You are now my brother, Caius Marius Lucullus," the prince announced happily. "We are family."
"How do I address my brother?" the slave, now brother of the prince, asked. He was afraid of insulting this prince because he was so odd.
"By my name. It isn't as long or fancy as yours. It is Prince."
The brother of the prince tried very hard not to laugh but fail. "Your name isn't Prince," he laughed. "That is your title. You are a prince. A leader? A ruler?"
"A title?" the prince asked. "Well, then I do not have a name."
"You haven't got a name?" the brother asked, dumbfounded. "Would you…like me to give you a name?" He asked it hesitantly but the prince was very excited by the idea.
"I would be honoured, Brother."
"Then you shall be… Caius Marius Alexander," he said.
"But aren't you Caius Marius?" asked the prince.
"It is tradition in my family to name all of the males Caius Marius. I will call you Alexander."
"Must I call you Lucullus, then?" the prince, now Alexander, asked.
"No. You may still call me Caius," his brother replied.
-2009-
"It has been a very long time since you named me Alexander," the prince said when he was done laughing. "A lot has changed but that name has remained with me the entire time.""It suited you then and it still suits you now," Caius said.
"But I'm not defending my people, I'm running away. And I loathe myself for doing it."
"It's better this way," Caius assured his blood brother. "You couldn't stand against them much longer. Besides, I have some suspicions that will be easier to investigate when they aren't afraid you'll catch them."
"But is a thousand years too long?"
"In a thousand years, half of them will be dead and no one will remember this petty little fight. They'll welcome you back with cheers because they don't realise how much they need you but they'll know it well by then."
"I feel terrible leaving you in this mess," the prince said. "You have to look after Thomas, too. I trust him to remain true to my ideas but I don't think he's strong enough to lead our kind. I would have appointed you but you've always been too close to me. They'd never trust you."
"I understand and I'll look after Tommy."
"I'll come find you when I wake," Alexander promised.
"I'll keep a book of every important thing that happens while you're asleep. You can read it to catch up when you find me."
"Convenient. I wished I'd had something like that last time."
"You don't know how long you were unconscious last time. You might have only been out a day but without your memory, we'll never know."
"Let's hope I don't lose my memory this time. Please don't be offended if I can't remember you when I wake."
"You will remember, I am certain of it," Caius assured the prince. "But we should hurry. Dawn is near and I will be missed."
Alexander nodded and moved to the centre of the chamber where the bier stood, as if in a trance. He took one last look around, gazing longest at the vaulted ceiling which was modelled after a gothic cathedral, then climbed up on the stone table. Once the prince was settled, Caius placed his hand on Alexander's brow and began mumbling to himself. The words were unintelligible but they had a cadence to them, like a spell or a prayer. When he had finished, the prince was asleep with a placid expression on his face.
"Goodnight, my prince," Caius said. "Sleep well as the millennium passes."