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	Rivalry and Distress
	May 6th, 3859, Quoja cave system. Under the dark depths of the earth, there is a city. One where the devils work plagues every crack, every shadow, every inch of this god-forsaken place. But in its twisting catacombs of tunnels and dungeons, coffin after coffin; cell after cell; corpse after corpse. Life still remains. Cell number 114. A cell that David, the Prince of our happy, vibrant cavern, was beginning to get used to visiting everyday. He now went down to it out of habit, having nothing better to do half of the time. As he waltzed down the long tunnel, dodging the occasional rat or two, he reached into his long formal robes to fish out a very large, very old set of keys. He hummed to himself as he flicked from one key to another, holding each up to the flaming torchlight in order to get a better look at its workings. Once he’d found the right key he forced it into the lock, turned it harshly to the left, and then dragged it out of the keyhole. Having successfully opened the door, which few others dared to open, David allowed himself entry with a sharp kick to the side of the stiff door, nearest the handle, and disappeared into its dark contents in a swish of black robes. The door creaked as it closed itself shut. The click of the latch sliding across, coarse metal scrapping against coarse metal, echoed through the long empty passageways. The prisoner of Cell 114 was none other than our dear, furry-Werewolf-friend, Joe. Although having been a captive of the purple haired Prince for the past few weeks, he’d been surprisingly resilient to the torture that had been bestowed upon him. Joe sat, huddled, in a corner, against the damn, cold, stone of the cell, shivering occasionally. He was chained, at both wrists and ankles, to the wall he was accommodating. The skin in contact with the harsh iron shackles had been rubbed raw, from all the struggles of the previous week, during the first few days of ‘interrogation’. His cell was so deep within the planet’s crust that the moon’s power had no effect on him and so transformations had not occurred during his imprisonment. The black trousers he wore, ragged and torn, were all that Joe had to protect himself from the cold – all other items of clothing had been removed. His bronze skin was tarnished and dirty; dark locks greasy and tangled, matted with blood clots. All in all he seriously needed another bath - seeing as the last one he’d had been the one David gave him when he first arrived. The cell reeked with the stench of sweat, blood and vomit, so much so that even David was feeling a little queasy. The Prince was slowly growing used to such conditions, as he now wore leather heeled boots, instead of metal grilled ones, which are much harder to clean. His long, floor trailing velvet robes were changed to mid-calf satin ones – still black of course, with his white frilly shirt and leather pants on underneath. Compared to Joe’s state of dress, he really did seem very much like royalty. But David was here to change that… Being cautious where he stepped, David lowered himself in front of Joe – holding tightly to the hem of his robe close to his body, so not to dirty it with god knows what was on the floor – and placed a cold, white hand on his captives shoulder. A tremor ran through the flesh beneath his touch, the pulse within quickened to a frantic beat, as Joe visibly flinched away, sitting up more. Barely making eye contact with David as he squinted through the darkness, Joe frowned and a comment full of distain left his lips. “Not fair…” This was due to his inability to see in the dark, and David’s obvious ability to be able to. The Prince’s response to this reaction caused him to laugh thickly, echoing around the small room – if you could even call it that – over and over again, causing small flakes of dust and stone to call from the ceiling. Once he’d regained control over his humour, David wiped the tears from his eyes, which had formed from how hard he’d been laughing. “Gods, you crack me up Joe. And I do apologise. It is most unfair of me to use my advantages against you.” Joe nodded in agreement, obviously still pissed off. David sighed “oh, please don’t be upset with me, puppy, I didn’t mean to do it intentionally…” The Vampyric Prince had to strain his already acute hearing to pick up the muttered remark Joe gave him about the much-hated nickname. “Oh stop your complaining. You are what you are, and there’s nothing you can do about it…Besides, I think it suits you.” This caused Joe to glare once more, as David gave him a playful wink before continuing. “Now, come on, up, today’s a change in routine.” David stood, hauling Joe up by the shoulders, and searched through his keys once again to try and locate the ones that would open the Werewolf’s shackles. Forcing himself up against the wall, Joe tried to gain some sense of balance, as David unlocked the manacles and shackles, which kept him in place against the wall. If it were any other Vampire doing this he would have killed them as soon as all his limbs were free. But alas, his weakened state forced him to forgo these much-wanted urges. Besides, strangely enough, he trusted David. After all the torture sessions and interrogations, the Prince would come, taking time out of his ‘busy’ royal schedule to look after him and see that he would survive though the night – much to Lord Valdrek’s distain. No, David was the only one who gave a damn about him down here, and Joe wouldn’t ever, willingly, raise a paw to him, which would inevitably result in the Prince becoming injured; or worse, his death. A clang of metallic colliding with concrete reverberated off the walls. Joe flinched once again at the harsh sound, as did the Prince. With a brief in take of breath Joe lifted his arms to his face, to sleek back his grubby hair. He stood taller, head held high, as he addressed David. “Pray tell where you are taking me?” Joe teased lightly, a slight gleam in his eyes. David caught this gleam and grinned in response. “You’ll see soon enough.” He opened the stiff door and held it open for Joe, who limped out uneasily, still weak on his feet. Placing an arm around Joe’s shoulders, David led him back up to the city, where much had changed. When it came down to looking presentable, David was as fussy as a mother hen. Joe had been taken back to the Prince's rooms, bathed and was now being abused by David about his careless state of dress, or should I say Hygiene? "Honestly Joe, I can't leave you alone for 5 minutes, and you're still filthy." David scolded as he ran a finger across Joe’s Bare Shoulder, emphasising his point by showing a grubby, no longer so white, fingertip to his pouting captive. "It’s not my fault I can't reach. If my chains had been longer, I might have been able to actually lift my arms, without them going numb." In all David’s long years, he'd never seen a Werewolf scrimp to pouting, yet alone complain. It was quite cute actually. He sighed and took off his long robe, only to carelessly throw it across the room, and have it land draped across a chair back. He rolled up his unnaturally white frilly slaves, as he addressed Joe. "Then I guess I have no choice...Now, you have 5 seconds to get your canine hide into that bathroom before I drag you by your tail." Joe’s eyes went wide upon hearing this threat, and toddled back into the bathroom, from where he had been standing in just a towel. A long, rough scrub later, which took David around 10 minutes to get his captive, even remotely clean, Joe scuttled out of the bathroom, in a towel once again, looking a tad pink and a little raw around his wounds. Sitting stiffly in a chair next to the bed, so not to dampen David's bedding, he waited for the Prince to return out of his En-Suite... When David did eventually venture out, he was sporting a very wet, slightly see through, shirt and sleeked back, dripping hair that resembled more of a black mop, than a purple one. Joe had put up more of a fight than he'd anticipated. David made a mental note to never underestimate the teen Werewolf, no matter how helpless, pathetic and undeniably cute he looked. Stealing a glance at said Werewolf, David sighed and turned to his wardrobe, hoping to find some fresh, dry clothes. He also brought out a red velvet wrapped parcel, and placed it on the bed next to Joe, who looked at it, speechless. "It won't bite..." David teased, as he peeled off his sopping wet shirt, to reveal his toned, pale torso. This strip tease was short lived, as the Prince soon donned the dry shirt, once he'd dried himself. This one was a little more formal, and less frilly; as was the waistcoat he pulled on over the top of it. It was deep purple velvet, to match his hair, with black satin lining, finished with silver embellishments. It cut in just under his ribs, emphasising his small, yet firm build as he tucked his shirt into his tight, leather pants, which had surprising withstood the onslaught of water Joe had been firing in every direction. Joe unwrapped the parcel gingerly, unknowing what was inside, receiving the occasional smirk, and amused shake of the head, from David. Once the pristine cloth was removed, the Werewolf sat in awe at what was laid before him. His old black Jeans, and a new sleeveless, black, silk shirt, were clean and folded neatly in a pile within their encasement of red velvet. Unable to process all the information before him, Joe turned a hopeful gaze to David, pleading him to explain. The Prince was happy to oblige. "What? You thought I'd let them throw out the only items of clothing you had?" He nudged his head towards the underside of the chair Joe had perched on. Looking down, Sapphire eyes widened at the familiar sight of a well-loved pair of metal plated boots. Upon re-meeting David's gaze, he was about to ask why, when the Prince beat him to it. "Oh please stop giving me that look. You're like a lost puppy, begging me to take you home...oh, wait a moment, I already have..." David winked playfully "and do I need to ask you to say thank you to Scarlet? It’s because of her very kind offer that you actually have a shirt to wear. Couldn’t have had you going around half naked, now could we?" Joe shrugged, not really caring what he looked like in public, now almost fully dressed, as he buckled up his boots. David had taken up his usual position against the bedpost. Once finished, Joe turned to his captor for approval. However, all he received in return was a roll of the eyes and a firm, leather clad arse strutting away from him, in a walk only a very secure Vampire could get away with. "What? What did I do?" Joe asked, jogging slightly to beat David to the door, stopping the retreating Prince. "If my father saw me prancing around the cavern in that state of dress, he would disown me without a second glance." David poked Joe’s bare chest to prove his point, which was performing its own Broadway Musical between the open silk panels on Joe’s torso. "Oh common David, cut me some slack will you?" Joe pleaded, resorting to his final and best defence. Looking the Prince in the eyes, he gave him his biggest, bluest puppy eyed look, which made David slightly weak at the knees. Shaking his head with the utmost discipline, David confronted Joe’s defence, and crushed it with his own. "If you keep that up, I shall soon have the whole covenant questioning my sanity, yet alone my sexuality." David was rubbing his eyebrows, head lowered slightly. This comment took Joe by surprise, as he cleared his throat and looked away, somewhere, anywhere, but at David. He muttered something inaudible. "I'm sorry, what was that?" David asked. Joe Sighed and said it again, but slightly slurred. This was greeted to David cocking his head to one side, his little finger giving a screwing action to his ear, ringing it clean. "I'm Not Gay!" But Joe hadn't exactly said it either...He'd yelled so loud that the bats sleeping amongst the rock formations on the ceiling took flight out of David’s room, and went to go hang around somewhere else. David, placing an arm around Joe’s shoulders, opened the door. "Of course not...you're in denial" The Prince laughed at his light hearted comment and went on in front. Joe lingered behind, his hands in his pockets, slouching and staring at the ground, where his feet had kicked up dust with his boots. He was cursing a lot, which was all going unnoticed to David, who headed down a tunnel, which led to another part of her city. When they were about half way through the flaming torch lit passage, David turned around and waited for Joe to catch up. Just as Joe was going to ask why he'd stopped, David had him pinned up against the wall. "What the hell? David, you bast-" His words were cut off as David sealed his hand over Joes mouth, muffling the rest of his rant. "That’s enough swearing from you-" Joe pulled his mouth free from the hand. "They're not swearwords. They're Universal Pronouns, Adjectives and Verbs." This received another roll of the eyes from David. "Sure, whatever makes you happy. Now, I want you dressed like a civilised adult when we walk in that room, so snap to it." Joe was released from the wall and he gave David a few mock-bows. "Yes, your highness; anything you say, your highness; my duty to serve you, your highness." He kicked himself inwardly at the last one. His voice had gone high with a sarcastic tone. After the fourth bow, he started to fasten his shirt. The tunnel slowly filled with muttered cursing about spoilt Princes who used their good looks to get everything they want - with or without realising they were doing it. Said spoilt Prince was listening in on this private war of so-called 'Universal Pronouns, Adjectives and Verbs' spilling from Joes pouted lips. David sighed; turning to face the foul-mouthed teen. He let him finish the last button on his shirt, before attempting to pin him to the wall again. But Joe was expecting this move. Once David's cold, undead fingers barely grazed his skin, he pushed David to his left and span around, so that now the Prince was against the wall. "Weren't expecting that, now where you?" Joe said mockingly, his face right up against David’s. But his captor was not afraid as he just glared back defiantly. "And what do you want? Me to scream?“ David said mockingly while Joe choked down his laughter, and then sobered. He moved in a little closer, their noses but an inch apart. "You bet I do...scream for daddy like a little spoiled little 'Princess' you are. But guess what pretty boy, you've got no one to help you now...unless, you're really nice to me..." Joe’s sapphire eyes were gazing, half lidded, into David’s shocked, wide emerald orbs. He watched in horror as Joe leaned in a tiny bit closer, his head tilting to the side slightly. David’s head was right against the wall of the tunnel, so he couldn't move away when they're lips were but a few millimetres apart. They stayed there. Joe began to speak again, in a slightly more hushed tone. "I know you brought me up here for a reason...so I'll let you explain on that fact...now...tell me why you're constantly acting like a stuck up little Princess, which I know you're not, in front of your father, and now around me. Where's the cool, collected, clean cut...dreamy...Prince, I met but a few weeks ago? Or did daddy have to spank the bad Princeling to get him to turn his ego down and behave?" Joe was teasing him, taunting him at some levels, but still teasing none the less. He was, however, 100% serious. David was getting very uncomfortable with Joe’s closeness. Their foreheads were touching, noses side by side, eyes locked in the same old dance they'd started in. Their lips where but a hairs’ width apart, Joe’s breath tickling David’s lips, which were slightly open, as if about to say something. But instead of speaking, he closed his eyes and kissed Joe. This was not a soft and gentle kiss between lovers, this was hard, passionate and overall, a desperate last resort. Pulling away as fast as he possibly could, a wide eyed, stunned Joe stood flat up against the opposite wall, panting as he wiped his mouth, gagging slightly. His gaze glared death at the purple haired Prince, who was almost sneering with laughter, holding onto his sides. David could not control his out burst. This summoned an even darker glare from Joe. "It's not funny..." The ticked off Werewolf spat the unfamiliar taste of 'David' from his mouth, and then wiped his lips again. "What in the world possessed you, dude?" Joe received no answer, as David started to loose control of his breathing, having laughed so much. Thoroughly annoyed, Joe took two steps towards David and socked him one, right in the kisser. Just because he vowed never to rise a paw didn't mean he'd not raise a fist when he deserved it. David's laughter stopped. He held his hand to his split lip and glared back a Joe "What the hell is wrong with you?" David licked the blood away, on pure instinct. Joe's fists stayed clenched at his sides. "You know the hell what’s wrong. You just frigging kissed me dude." Joe crossed him his arms over his still heaving chest, leant back against the stonewall. He glared at something down the other end of the tunnel. David sniggered again, but Joe cut him off before he started laughing again. "Hey! It’s not frigging funny!" I'll sock you another one if I have to." David sobered at this statement, mirth still evident on his slightly bruised lips. "Oh but it is...I'm amazed that you didn’t respond really...All the signals you've been giving me today...throwing yourself at me...literally...it’s all very amusing" Joe stared at him in disbelief. Only a brain dead idiot would have thought there had been innuendo in his actions. Or would they...? Sighing at Joe’s shock, David brushed a few bangs out of the brunet’s eyes, before leaning against the wall next to him. "The bathing? Standing in my presence in just a towel, wet? Watching my arse as I left the room? Any of these ringing a bell?" Joe’s palm suddenly hit his forehead, and then held his temples. "Stop messing with my head" Joe pouted, dropping his hands. "Look, I didn't mean to give out any signals..." "Oh, so you act like that in front of every boy that takes you into his room?" David questioned. Joe muttered a 'no' and looked at his feet. This earned another laugh from David. "Oh stop acting like a girl. I was just teasing you. I apologise for the kiss. But you didn't leave me with any other choice..." Joe nodded absently, head still downcast. David sighed once more, walking forward and placing a hand under Joes chin, forcing him to meet his eyes and brushed Joe’s hair out of his eyes. "I'm sorry...I promise I won't do it, or play around with your feelings, again. Unless I have no other choice...alright?" Joe nodded. "Apology accepted." David then gave him a brotherly pat on the back and led him the rest of the way through the tunnel conversing as they walked. "..." "David..." "Yes?" "So what's going on then?" "You'll see soon enough..." "That’s what you said last time." "..." "Common. Tell me." "No." "Please?" "No." "...I'll kiss you." "You're not man enough to try." "Look who's talking, PRINCESS." "Bitch." "Spoilt brat!" "HALF PINT PUPPY!" "...IM NOT THAT SHORT!" "I wasn’t talking about that..." "…Whatever." "..." "..." "...Joe" "Yeah?" "Please stop looking at my arse." "I wasn't looking." "Oh no you weren't, my mistake, you were STARING." "Was not." "Was too." "Was Not!" "WAS TOO!" "WAS N-" "Mwahh" "..." "That shut you up..." "You bastard! You said you wouldn't kiss me again!" "I had no choice..." "...You could've hit me!" "Then you would have complained..." "I'm complaining now!" "..." "Hey! Don't you run away from me! GET BACK HERE-!" As they reached the centre of the city, Joe looked around at his surroundings in awe. The cavern was lit up with hundreds upon hundreds of glowing, white candles; all tucked in crevices along the rooms stonewalls. They gave a dramatic contrast between the black velvets and deep red silks that were wrapped around the stalactites so they hung down from the ceiling like elegant, and yet delicate, carvings upon oak or stone. A long, blood red carpet ran up the centre of the cavern, leading up several steps to a long stone altar. Scarlet stood besides it in a long deep purple velvet dress, with gold trimmings. The fabric clung to her thin, pale form, and then flowed off her hips till it was sprawled out on the floor around her bare feet. She held an unlit candle in her hand. As she turned slightly to see David enter, a loving smile illuminated her pale features, which he returned softly as he walked towards her, leaving a bewildered Joe behind him. Still entranced by the beauty of the room, Joe was startled out of his reverie as two armed guards approached him for both sides. He looked at them both, one after the other, before sighing. It seemed that getting out of here would be harder than it looked. Ahead of him, David had turned and given him a sharp look, one that said 'behave' before the Dark Prince returned back to facing his father, Lord Valdrek, whom stood opposite Scarlet, on the other side of the alter. The Lord had a stern look upon his face, as always. His cold, steel eyes, piercing deep into Joe’s heart, when Lord Valdrek glared at him hatefully, as David walked up the aisle. Taking his place besides Scarlet, David smiled at her gently. “You look so beautiful. Even more beautiful than the first time I saw you…all those years ago…” Scarlet smiled softly up at him, before blushing and lowered her head, breaking the eye contact they had with each other. David lightly brushed the back of his fingers against her chin, causing her to raise her head. The smile that embraced David’s lips reassured Scarlet, as she rested her forehead against his. They each looked dreamily into the other’s eyes and David was coaxed into speaking his heart. “Do not fear my love; soon we shall be bounded… together... forever.” Tilting his head towards Scarlet’s, David silently asked for a kiss, but was cut off at a light cough that escaped someone’s throat. Baring his teeth for a moment, tempted to give out a snarl, David lifted his head, looking down and around the Vampires at the small gathering. At first he looked at Joe, but the Brunet seemed to be lost in thought, as he was staring off into the distance on the other side of the room. David then directed his gaze to his father, whose face was still plastered with the same stern look. Returning his attention to Scarlet, when her cold pail hand ghosted over his cheek, he relaxed and calmed, smiling slightly. Taking hold of her hand in both of his, he kissed and squeezed it lovingly, as Scarlet returned the small smile. Once they had relinquished their hold upon each other, they then both turned to Lord Valdrek, whom had moved from his previous position and now stood behind a long, narrow table, of which David and Scarlet were on the opposite side of. Handing another unlit candle to David, he then produced a spark by flicking the tips of his long sharp nails together over a wick of another candle, causing it to light. The flicker of light drew Joe’s attention as he gazed up towards them from his place off to the side where the guards had led him. David glanced to his father one last time, upon the lighting of the candle, and took in the look on his face. For but a flicker of a moment, he saw a glint of happiness in the cold Lords eyes. He may have not had a grin plastered to his hard exterior, but David could see the smile in his heart. Turning to Scarlet he retook her hand, but this time more formally and begun to speak. "With this hand, I offer you my love. With this candle, I shall light up your smile. With this kiss, I give you my heart. With this ring, I ask you to be mine, for all of eternity." His voice was warm and calm, full of love and devotion. Upon offering his love, he lit the candle he held, using the flame that Lord Valdrek had conjured moments before. After lighting it, he kissed her hand that he held lightly still in his own. Another Vampire holding a pillow with two perfectly formed Pewter rings took a step forward, as David let go of Scarlet’s hand and slipped the ring unburdened on her white finger. He then gazed into her eyes, the love in his heart making them shine brightly, causing them to look the greenest they've ever been. Scarlet returned the look, with a smile, before returning the vows. "With this hand, I accept your love. With this candle, I shall give you a smile to light. With this kiss, I give you my heart. With this ring, I shall be yours, for all of eternity." Mimicking the actions David did, when saying his vows; Scarlet slid the other pewter ring onto her lover’s finger. They both then kissed lightly upon the lips, before turning back to Lord Valdrek, whom turned his head slightly to the guards holding Joe. Making a very slight motion for them to bring him over, he then turned his head fully back to the couple in front of him, not a single silver hair moving in his flowing silver mane from any of these actions. Joe was rudely roused from his thoughts when he stumbled forward, after being half dragged and half lifted in David, Scarlet and Lord Valdrek's direction. He yelped slightly when he was fully lifted onto the long, thin table the three were gathered around and laid down upon it. When they started to shackle him to it, he began to panic. "David! David, what’s going on? Why are they doing this? Help me! Please! Davi-" But Joes pleas were cut off as a gag was stuffed in his mouth and tied at the back of his head. So instead, he screamed into the obstructing rag and flailed his limbs around to try and get free. But it was too late. He already had a long, thin, silver blade pressing to his throat. The silver burned into his skin, causing him to scream out again, but this time in pain and agony. When the blade pulled away, but still hovered over his flesh, he was silent and still, tears threatening to spill from his tightly pain shuteyes. He didn’t understand why David was doing this, but Joe had a nag in his gut, which refused to go away. It was telling him something, telling him that he was going to die. Joe dared not to move, yet alone breathe. The blade still held in place, by Lord Valdrek, a hairs width away from his neck, still ghosting close to the raw and blistered skin. The pain from his previous first time experience of silver still coursed through his body, like a liquid fire. Iron shackles spread him eagle across the length of the table, bruising his bronze flesh. On his left, David and Scarlet, on his right Lord Valdrek. His eyes flickered from one Vampire to the other, before focusing on the purple haired Prince. David remained silent. He could hear Joe’s heartbeat going faster and faster in the Werewolf’s chest, fear oozing from every pore. The pain was still evident in his deep sapphire eyes, gazing deeply into his own emerald ones. Joes cry for help was still fresh in his mind. But he could not pull out now. He was too close... One Week Earlier Lord Valdrek pushed David up against a wall in his room, hands gripping his son’s shoulders tightly. "I cannot allow you to keep up this foolishness David." Lord Valdrek snarled out at his, slightly shocked, son. "Too long have I waited for this time to come, and I will not let it be ruined by you becoming attached to that pup." Lord Valdrek released David, whom sunk to the floor at his father’s feet, stunned, as he watched his father walk away from his towards the door, running a hand over his hair to re-sleek it back. Lord Valdrek then turned and looked David in the eye. "There must be an enemy sacrificed in order for this all to work, David..." Present Day Yes, David had been warned, and quite violently so, to not get attached to Joe and now Lord Valdrek was testing him. If he cracked now, it would all be over...
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