The Darkness Lingers (Open)

[Julian LaCroix]

The whole room felt like it was shrouded in a thick fog of darkness, but for what reason one cannot tell. The room seems just like any other; beige walls with a few pictures scattered here and there adorning them, a standard twin size bed in the corner with with plush soft sheets, and a small bedside table with a lamp rested a top it if one might want to read during the night. However, even with the room as it was, there still was an eerie feeling to it. It gave one the heightened sense of nervousness and fear as one does when walking through empty city streets at night. When you're constantly looking over your shoulder, sure there is someone following you about to kill you or anything of the like. This is precisely why so many people fear going into this room because you cannot escape the feeling even after minutes of leaving the place.

The cause of such a feeling sat a top the red sheets, the only indulgence he is allowed, and leaned heavily against the beige wall beside it. The form was that of a rather small teen, without a doubt seeming smaller and younger by the look in his eyes. His bare arms were drawn up around his legs, that were adorned in pajama bottoms, to where the barren flesh of his chest pressed into the soft fabric of his pants at the knee. His eyes were trained on something on the floor, but what exactly it was no one could be sure. He would oftentimes sit like this for hours at a time, lost in his own little world. No one could ever shake him out of it without force and when they dared to try, they were putting their own life on the line. The boy, Julian, was not someone you wanted to mess with most times, especially not when in such a state. For he was known to lash out with his fangs for no apparent reason and bite. Hard.

A sigh escaped Julian's lips as he sat there and he had to literally force himself from the trance he'd been in previous. He shook his head slightly to put his currently brown hair behind his shoulders before pulling himself from the bed and stretching. It made most people wince to see such an action from him because whenever he stretched, arms raised high above his head and his skin pulled taunt against muscle and bone, you could see his thinness in an even more pronounced way than when he just stood or sat there. You could literally count the ribs on his rib cage as they seemed to ripple beneath the surface. Not that Julian really took too much heed to this and instead decided to concern himself with other things. Of course, when you're in an Institution what really is there for you to do to keep your mind preoccupied anyway? Julian had found none yet and assumed it would remain as such.

Another sigh and he was padding back over to his bed. The cold of the wooden floor seemed not to even touch the skin of his feet through his socks, even as the fabric was thin. Once he returned to the bedside, he felt the softness of the sheets under his fingers and reveled in the color of them. How he loved that color, both on just regular things as well as people. This thought made his smirk a bit before crawling onto the bed again, tongue causally running over the expanse of his filed teeth, now fangs, before flicking out to wetten his lips in a habit he'd always had. As he did so, he climbed back onto the bed and laid down with his face in the pillow, his arms crossed being the only things between his face and the pillow. Such a boring place. Do I really deserve this? He thought with a following hiss, though only in his mind.

[Itou Kyosuke]

Walking down the halway to get to a room in the cursed West Wing, Kyosuke shivered partially. Due to it's extremely horrible reputation, there was some distinct fear to keep from going down here unless the nurses were supposed to give medication to the patients. Either way, Kyosuke had to go down here to give medication to this boy, who he thought was just a wacky emo kid wanting people to notice him. The nurse yesterday said something interesting though about the boy. He almost bit her, and just thinking about it made him laugh...mischievously. Though he knew that it was a weird incident that happened, he could not help from letting his laughter out.

Stepping in front of the patient's door, Kyosuke's scanned the boy's name that was embedded in the plaque on the foor. Julian LaCroix. Perplexed by the his surname, Kyosuke tried to discover this Julian kid's hertiage through is last name. Was it English? No, it couldn't be. German? Not likely. Finally setting his mind on the French, he decided that he had spent enough time outside just guessing. Though his decision was made to go inside, he particually waited a brief moment to make sure it was even safe to go into the room that held this very mentally disturbed boy. However, he would have to go in sooner or later.

Grasping onto the doorknob, Kyosuke pushed open the door to peek inside the room. The boy was sitting on his bed, which most patients down here did anyways. If he was in Julian's position, he would probably be doing the same thing, since even as a worker, he knew the days were tedious. Knockking the door, he tried to get his attention to the door. Tiding his hair, Kyosuke opened the door farther and walked into the room with Julian's medication.

"Ready for your mediation, Julian?" Kyosuke asked in a nicer tone, but if it called for it, he would use force on Julian. That was the one thing that Kyosuke hated about these patients in the West Wing. They were a bunch of tight asses and they knew it.

[Syron Black Cross]

ooc; Mind If I join? I can delete it If you want*
Ic;
2 guards were escorting syron. The guards were not ones syron was used to. The other two had been through some unfortunate accidents. Syron smiled thinking of the pain he caused. His smile faded as his uncaring look appeared back on his face.

one of the guards began to speak
"Hey, You know what would be funny? If we put this syron kid up against that Julien LAcroix boy... They'd kill each other."
The guard said.

"Frank your insane, Then again... it would be less monsters in this world if they did kill each other."
The guard said.

"Is this Julian guy strong?"
Syron said coldly.

The guard smiled.
"Stronger then you I'm sure."
The guard teased.

Syrons cold expression faded.
"If you ever insult my strength again... Ill tear your tongue out, Understand? Now take me to his room."
Syrons demonic voice hit the guard and the guard merely shrugged.

"You know if we do this frank we will get fired."
The other guard said.

"Shut up I hate this job anyway."
Frank said laughing.

The guards led Syron into the west wing. They led him up to a room with the name Julien Lacroix engraved in the plaque. 2 figures were already in the room

Frank "Oh shit! Someones in there"
He whispered and the 2 guards ran off. However Syron did not, He walked into the room.

"Which one of you is Julien? My name is the black savior... I'm sure you've heard of me. They say your strong... I want to find out..."
He said darkly.

His leather gloves tightened razors popped out of them from the shaving kits they gave him. Syron stood their in the room with the 2 men in it. One of them he was staff, He was almost sure of it. That guy would be killed if he got in the way. Or so syron thought.

Syron's blond spiky hair was shadowing his face and his eyes were full of a look most men have never seen before... Excitement mixed with hatred of this world. Syron pulled his arms outward, And his muscles stretched outwards. He wasn't a large guy, On the contrary he was quite average, However he only had 3% body fat on him, His muscles were well cut and red from the tazers the guards use.

[Julian LaCroix]

Ooc: No, you're fine. Lol. I don't mind at all. The more the merrier. Lol.

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Julian's gaze was upon the pillow of the bed and his eyes shut peacefully against the noises coming from the hallway. He was quite sure that a lot of the other kids in this wing were some of the loudest he'd heard in this Institution and it was beginning to irk him. If he had the ability to leave his room of his own accord he might have said or done something to them in their sleep during the coming night. Not that he couldn't do something now in all it's actuality, but to him he couldn't come out where sunlight touched him at all. Not that there really was much sunlight here in the hallways or in this wing in general, but there indeed was some and that was enough to deter Julian from even considering leaving his room to go and tell everyone to hush. He could deal with the noise anyway. Even if they were disturbing his train of thought.

Burrowing his face farther into the crook of his arm, he let out a tired-sounding breath that hitched just a bit as it came to his throat. The sound reverberated across the room for a moment until Julian heard someone open his door and slip inside. The thought of someone invading his privacy had him hissing rather loudly at the person, fangs already baring even though his face was still buried. He didn't want to take that damn medication because there wasn't any need to. He wasn't sick, nor was he really as much of a nutcase as everyone seemed to think he was. At least in his eyes. Didn't people watch horror movies? Vampires were not something you stuck in a mental hospital and watched twenty-four seven. They were creatures who roamed the night and needed freedom. I'm the only one probably confined to such a place. The thought was a little disconcerting to him, but he waved it off after a moment.

Making no move other than the hiss to respond, Julian shifted his weight a bit on the bed and turned over to where he was facing the wall. If that wasn't sign enough he wanted to be left alone then he didn't know what was. Within moments of his turning over, though, he heard the door open a second time. Had the staff member gotten the hint and left? Probably not. Again the long hiss escaped his lips and had him baring his fangs at the wall in front of him. He just wanted to be left alone. Couldn't everyone see that? He wasn't crying out for attention and he most certainly wasn't crazy. If anything he seemed normal compared to a lot of the kids here at this place. Sure, he bit people, hissed, liked the taste of blood, but he was a vampire and vampires were like that. One of these days he'd convince them of what he was, but until that day he was going to fight with them to leave him alone whether he actually had to injure them or not.

Mildly surprising Julian the second person who entered was not a staff member but another patient at the Institution. Not only that, but he was challenging him. This caused a smirk to come across his mouth, but he didn't let it be seen. Instead he just wiped it off, wearing a slight frown in it's place, and turned over before sitting up. His eyes were dark as he gazed from the staff member to Syron. The dark depths seemed an odd contrast to his milky white skin. It was eerie how he watched the two of them, gaze slowly flickering back and forth between the two. Since when were patients left unattended? Especially ones with an attitude like this guy's. Maybe the staff was lightening up just a bit. Or slacking off. He almost laughed at this, but caught himself. What was wrong with him today? His mood had darkened considerably and he while he still felt the depression and anger that was hidden beneath the surface it seemed as though it was completely overshadowed by this dark aura.

"I have no interest in fighting you." Was his simple reply to Syron, before his gaze flickered to Kyosuke. "And I have no intention of taking medicine I don't need, so both of you just go away." With that, he watched them with a warning gaze, as if daring either of them to approach him after his words. He had the instinct to know that Kyosuke would without a doubt because he was paid for this, but Syron...he wasn't so sure. The other wanted to fight him-that went without saying-but he could perhaps get the hint and leave. That's what Julian hoped for at least because he really didn't feel like moving from his spot on the bed at this moment. He'd put up more of a fight than usual the previous night when a staff member had tried to feed him, so he hadn't gotten much food in his stomach, which triggered fatigue after going so long with so little and without a doubt he'd gone a very long time without much to eat. Even a blind person could see that.

[Itou Kyosuke]

Smirking at the integrity of this boy not wanting his medicatin, Kyosuke crossed his arms with Julian's medication in his hands. Kyosuke would be a bitch about these simple little matters, but with another damn patient in the room, he wouldn't dare. As the medicationwas clentched in his hands, Kyosuke snorted as Syron was trying to fight his way to this boy. What a meaningless fight.

Flipping his hair in the back, Kyosuke chuckled as Julian did nothing. Was there anything to do at this point? As far as he knew, no. If either of them died in this room tonight, it would be Syron's guard fault and he would walk out of here nice and happy. The steriod user and the emo bitch. What a wonderful combination that would be a joy to watch. Kyosuke thought this was more of a game than anything between the two patients and nothing else.

"After your little fight with Syron, I'll give it to you. Meanwhile, Syron, you can beat him up if you want to. Fuck, I don't give a care if you even kill each other. It's your guards' faults, not mine." Smirking, he waited for what either of the two boys would do. In a weird way, he was waiting for the vampire boy to make a move first and actually win, but he couldn't control anyone's movements. Walking to the back corner, Kyosuke leaned against the wall with his arms still crossed, clentching on Julian's medication.

[xD I don't mind. And sorry it was kindda short. =P My mind...doesn't like me near ten at night.]

[Syron Black Cross]

"Ive heard of you julien, You shouldn't insult me by not fighting me. If you kill me after all, You can taste pure blood, Not like the scum you've been feeding off of either."

"And you staff member, Do me a favor after I kill him... Clean up cause im not sure ill be alive either. Oh and tell Cara I'm sorry... "
Syron said refering to his doctor.

Syron pulled the razor and cut his arm deep, blood gushed everywhere.
He tightened his fist and ran toward his target Julien.

"Now let me kill you or fight back, your choice!"
Syron said coldly. His speed was 5 times that of a normal guy. He moved with percison as his gloved razor bladed fist was aimed straight for Juliens gut. The blood from his own arm was now running down his body unto the floor and julien's bed.

Syrons blond hair was still covering his demonic eyes which stared straight at julien. He had the intent to kill and it was filling the room with his dark energy. He wanted the thrill of fighting and the thrill of murder.

[Julian LaCroix]

Julian could have laughed at the pure absurdity of the situation. Not that he really cared all too much, but weren't all staff members supposed to care for those in this Institution and make sure things like this did not happen? He could take care of himself, even against this fight-obsessed patient, but what happened when someone incapable of protecting themself against such a person was pitted against them? A law suit and the shutting down of this place that was for sure. Now there was a blessing. If this place got shut down then he would revel in it. That would mean he could go home and live a semi-normal life yet again. This made him think for a moment. How would his parents react to the staff allowing another patient to go after him? They wouldn't be happy, that was for sure, because he knew deep down they really did care for him. No matter how crazed they believed him to be.

Mentally shrugging, his attention had to be drawn in Syron's direction once more. His dark eyes were gleaming with something, but one could not figure out just what it was just yet. It held a note of daring within it as well as apprehension. As Syron cut his arm, though, something else appeared. Blood-lust. Julian had to swallow hard as the crimson fluid erupted down the other's arm, hands clenching the sheets under him. If he hadn't been interested a moment later then he was most certainly interested now. Deep brown depths narrowed at such a display and he had to fight back the urge to just lunge at the other's bloody body. Without a doubt the thick fluid was tempting him for it had his entire being shaking from caged desperation and want. At first he hadn't believed the other knew what he was, despite his words, but now he did. He knew the other knew he was a vampire and was using it to his advantage.

Still, he fought himself to remain calm. "I don't feed you insolent human. I hate to kill." His voice came out as a long hiss and one might actually believe he was truly a vampire if they had not known otherwise or known his previous to now. His body and attitude sure gave off the impression he truly was, even though it was impossible he was for the mere fact vampires did not exist in this world. Perhaps another, but not this one. Anyone with common sense believed as such. Well, except for Julian of course because while he did indeed have a lot of common sense and was actually rather smart, he did still believe in such creatures to the point of thinking himself to be one. This wasn't an entirely uncommon occurrence, but to have the thoughts to the extent Julian did was quite rare and precisely why he was sitting here on a bed in an asylum and not at home on his own bed.

Within a split second, Julian caught the movement of Syron running towards him with an outstretched fist, the one that connected with the bloody arm. Julian was torn two ways; he could either jump out of the way or he could just dodge to the side and latch onto the bloody appendage. The latter appealed to him more, so he fluidly moved his body out of the way of the fist and grabbed at Syron's arm hard enough that his short "claws" dug into his forearm. An instant later he made a move to press his mouth to the razor-caused wound even though he wasn't entirely sure if Syron would allow such a thing. Judging from his fighting demeanor he probably wouldn't, but what did Julian care? In his mindset he couldn't be killed easily and while this gave him courage in a fight, it also caused him to be vulnerable in the mental portion of fighting because he wouldn't defend himself with such a thought clouding his judgment. This would give Syron an unspoken advantage and would likely get Julian killed if the fight was not broken up.

[Syron Black Cross]

The alarm was now sounding thorough out the entire assylm. Men were running.

Syron pressed his arm into juliens mouth, He moved his other hand to juliens throat, and hit it causing him to swallow the flowing blood.
Syron stood their as the vampire feasted up on his blood.
"Understand... I plan to leave this place... Come with me or rot here, your choice."
Syron said and pulled his arm backwards letting a gush of blood fly into the air.

Syron gave no sign of feeling pain.
"after tasting blood...The blood of a demon, can you honestly say youve had enough? Can you now set in here and rot without ever tasting fresh blood again, Or will you follow me to your freedom."

Syron said coldly and turned towards the guards. The guards all pulled their tasers out and struck him. Syron slashed on in the chest and they continued to taser him. However he continued to fight. He was slashing guards up now, He hit one in the head knocking him out. However the electricity was to much for him and he soon fell to his hands and knees. The guards did not stop they continued until he Literly blacked out. Blood flowed all down his body. He closed his eyes.

"Remember... Julien... Freedom..."

He said darkly.... His blood soaked hair covered his forehead, and he had a look of peace about him. It was probally the only peaceful moment he had... After a fight, after a thrill.. blood ran down his arm from the vampires wounds and his own given wounds.

"What the hell is that kid?"
One of the guards asked.

[Julian LaCroix]

Hands pressed into soft flesh as Julian held onto the source of the crimson fluid flowing into his body. His fingernails dug into Syron's arm, but not enough to warrant anymore wounds, and his eyes were closed in pure bliss. Julian did not latch on with his fangs as one might have believed he would have done, but instead just lapped at the wound with his tongue even as his mouth was still pressed over the long wound. It had been so long since he'd tasted the thick fluid that this was making him a bit light-headed, but he didn't care. He was reveling this small peace he was allowed. Usually most of the staff or his family tried keeping him from drinking or lapping up blood of any kind, so this was a welcome break to him because it had been quite awhile since he'd gotten around them to be able to do so. Syron truly did not know the extent of what he was giving to him. At least, Julian doubted he did.

As the hand enclosed around his throat, though only tightly enough to make him swallow if he hadn't been, Julian did not make any movement to draw away from it. He merely hissed against Syron's arm and continued to lick at the excess blood. The feel of a hand upon the most vulnerable portion of his body and could at any moment cut off what was most precious to him made Julian a bit on edge to the point where the words the other spoke almost did not reach him. His attentions had been caught between the thick fluid running down his throat and the hand causing him to swallow even quicker than he had been a moment earlier. Still, the offer was tempting. As much of it as he heard, that is. Freedom... It was echoed in his mind as he registered what leaving this place would equal.

He didn't have much time to think on it more, though, as the arm was ripped from his grasp. At this he hissed loudly, eyes shooting open to watch as the guards starting tasering his previous source of blood. Had he not had nearly his fill of Syron's blood he would have gone to lick up the remains of what was upon Syron's body as well as some of the injured guards. Instead he turned his attentions to his hands where they had grasped Syron. Upon his fingers laid a little blood that had happened when Syron had pulled back so quickly. Slowly he licked the slender digits until they were clean. When he did things like this he might remind one of a cat when he did that more so than the vampire he claimed to be. As he did this though, Syron's words repeated in his mind still. While he was a bit skeptical of the whole demon aspect, he would have been lying had he said he hadn't enjoyed the taste of the other's blood.

After everything was done, slowly he turned his gaze onto Kyosuke who had watched the entire thing. Would he back off and leave like he guessed most people would have done after such an episode? Then again, Kyosuke wasn't someone who seemed like any normal person. Well, mostly he was, but Julian knew he tended to have a shorter fuse than most people did. Crimson red stained Julian's lips as he tried licking it off in vain. It just wouldn't go away and seemed to glisten on his normally pale pink lips under the light of the room. How he would love to keep his room dark so everyone would stay away, but they would not allow him to turn out his lights until bedtime. He loathed this rule, but really what rule did he not loathe in this confinement? None, exactly.