The two winged crows[Camron]

[craven]

Vampires never felt the need to sleep. So while everyone else was asleep Craven was usually sitting by candle light and writing. His stupid little letters to Angie and Julian. Craven was lucky enough not to witness their deaths. Though this fact made him not have the possibility to say goodbye. He'd never gotten the chance to say fairwell. He had been chained with his brother in hell. Maybe that was why he was so overprotective over his adopted son.

And of course Camron. His eyes lifted from his pen pausing for a moment to reach over and brush some hair out of his nephew's face. That was when he heart the acceleration in Tanner's heartbeat. Craven frowned and turned his attention to the other bed. His possition when he wrote was next to Camron's bed on the floor. Craven was just that protective over his nephew. He turned his attention to his elder brother and frowned deeply listening to his mutterings.

Then came the first cut. Craven's breath caught as he turned his head back to Cam when he caught the sweet scent of Camron's blood. Craven lay the pen and notepad down instantly moved to sit beside Camron brushing tenderly across the wound.
"Its okay... Cam. I'm here. I'll fix it. "
Craven let out a his and twisted his hand to see a rather nasty scar across his palm.

The young vampire's eyes flashed red and he turned to move across the room. He twisted his sibling onto his back and pinned him to the bed.
"Tanner! Wake up! You're sending scars everywhere. You're gonna kill one of us!"
Craven felt relieve when his brother's red eyes flashed open to meet his. They filled with anger though and Craven gritted his teeth. Suddenly he was flung to the ground and Tan darted out the room.

Craven automatically called after his brother but knew it was a wasted effort. He watched his brother leave then turned his eyes to Cam. He was at Cam's side and sitting beside him with vampiric speed. Gently he cupped Cam's face.
"Lets see those hmmm? "
Craven's eyes took on a catlike reflection in the glow of the firelight as he inspected the wounds on Cam. Slowly he leaned in and kisses the one on Cam's cheek then let his tongue slip out and trace across it tasting the blood. Like always he was more then happy for a taste.

He had taught himself off from being a beast. It had taken him long enough to do so though. When the wound was closed he kisses again at where the wound had been then sighed softly pulling back and closing his eyes for a moment savouring the taste of Camron on his lips.
"There... Now where else...?"
He whispered as his red eyes opened and he stroked his thumb gently across Cam's cheek while his other hand ran through Camron's hair.

[camron grimley]

Cam was dreaming about Kira again. He could feel the waves of sadness roll over him even as he watched her from the sky. Kira - his twin, his other half, the stronger of the two of them. She had always been the stronger one. She was outspoken and chipper all the time and most of the time Cam faded into the background with her around. Just like he was in this dream. He watched from above as Kira picked flowers in a meadow. A bit strange being there weren't any real meadows in Hevanna but nonetheless Kira had found one and was gathering a nice healthy bouquet of flowers. Cam smiled to himself. She would probably bring them home to mother and she would set them on the large dinning room table. Father of course wouldn't notice but mother would make sure to make up for it.

He watched as Shade dropped down from the sky and flew in a circle around her head. Kira laughed and looked up into the sky before waving to him and beckoning him down to help. He began to spiral down, letting his wings glide him closer and closer to Kira and the ground. And then it began to change. The meadow disappeared and Camron gasped as it was replaced with rubble and ruins of the once great city of Hevanna. He looked back down and saw Kira being attacked by demons, clawing at her wings and tearing at her hair. He screamed and shot down towards her but he wasn't moving fast enough. They were dragging her down to hell and he couldn't get to her. And then he felt the blow. One of those ones where you know you're dreaming but it still hurts your entire body because of the shock of it. He screamed as a hole was burn't through his wing. He crumpled into the arms of a horseman. Red eyes met his own grey and he tried to cut at the man's skin. The red eyed man frowned as the scar on his forehead healed and Cam's eyes went wide as they flashed in his direction. The man bent close and whispered to him.

"My turn"

Camron screamed as his wings were ripped from his body and his eyes flew open as pain pulled him from his nightmare. He winced as he realized he was bleeding. He panicked slightly at the sight but then Craven was there. He was always there it seemed. Craven gently brushed against his cheek where he had been cut and whispered to him. Such a comforting voice. Craven's voice had always been something that brought Cam as much peace as his own father's brought him fear. Fear of what he was about to be told he had done wrong, fear that he was about to be cut into again for messing up or simply because his father felt he needed it.

Craven moved faster than he could blink and suddenly he was there with his father. Camron sat up and watched as Craven woke his father up and pulled him out from whatever nightmare was making him create all of those cuts. He gasped as his father kicked Craven off and bolted for the door, barely stifling calling out to the elder man. It wouldn't have helped anyway. Calling out for his father never brought him. He had found that out the hard way...He bit his lip at the thought and admonished himself for it before turning back to Craven. He jumped slightly when he saw Craven had moved, mainly when the vampire cupped his face and turned his eyes back towards him.

He closed his eyes as Craven's tongue worked over his cut shivering slightly at the feeling as he always did. Craven helped to patch him up after training sessions with his father by sealing up his wounds. He sighed softly at the feeling of Craven's tongue on his skin and blushed slightly before opening his eyes at Craven's question. He bit into his lip and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it slip from his shoulders, exposing his chest. Some of the scars from yesterday had re-opened leaving him a bleeding torso.

"If it's not too much trouble.."

[craven]

Camron. Always shy. Always distant. Always quiet. Maybe thats why Craven had such a love for the younger male. Camron was Craven a mere 8-9 years ago. Only minus the Clara who was leading him into sexual insanity. His heart ached at the thought of Clara. Tanner had given Craven all his little memories back when Craven could actually do nothing about them.

When Clara was dead he was given all their little random sexual incounters, their secret kisses, their naked bodies lain side by side and the fact that they thought it was not allowed. His first lover had been who he thought was his older sister Clara. Tanner had unlocked it all and if Tanner had done it before she had been killed by his brother, Craven would have snuck into her room and given her one more night despite having Angie.

Clara deserved one more night but not even to her had he said an official farewell. Craven forgave too easily. He forgave Tanner for killing Cooper. He forgave Tanner for handing him over to Mordred just like that. He forgave Tanner for killing Clara but what he was finding increasingly more difficult was forgiving Tanner for what he was doing to Cam.

Craven let out a soft his and grimaced when he saw the scars and scratches across Cam's beautiful chest. He sighed softly and shook his head slowly. His eyes drifted to Camron and he moved to press his forehead against Cam gently.
"You know he doesn't mean it right?"

Craven whispered to Cam then gently lay him down on the pullow before he moved to straddles his young nephew who was nearly Craven's age when he died.
"He's just frightened of getting too close or having you as weak as ... Julian was..."
Craven still found it difficult to say the name of his dead son.

The vampire leaned in and licked across the first set of wounds that looked the deepest. He could feel his fangs sharpen at the taste of blood on his tongue. He knew he had given Camron this lecture about a thousand times but a thousand and one wouldn't do any harm would it?

"He's scared of loosing you too. He's scared that if he does something to put himself in danger one day for the sake of us, you'll be stupid and try and save him so he makes you hate him. "
He kissed from one wound to the other gently closing them up as he went along while his nails gently traced through Camron's wings folded underneath him.

[camron grimley]

Camron closed his eyes as Craven pressed his forehead to his own. It wasn't as bad as it looked truthfully. Okay..maybe it was..but he had sustained worse before. This was just daily scars. What was really bad was when his father decided to punish him. He had once remembered saying I love you to his father only to have one of his wings cut into, crippling him for close to a week. It was in moments like that where he truly despised his father. He didn't hate him. No...it would take a lot more than that to make Cam hate anyone truthfully. And he understood why his father was doing it.

His stomach gave a weak flutter as Craven straddled him and pushed him down into the pillows. A blush was already covering his face and he chewed at his bottom lip as he tried to find a spot in the ceiling that was particularly interesting. Not that it ever helped much. He blamed the hormones for why he felt flustered. That and the fact that he still had a very virginal mindset. Not to mention Craven was unreasonably attractive. Then again what vampire wasn't? There was something about being around vampires that just made you want to do whatever they commanded you to do. Not that Craven had ever demanded anything of him. No, that would be the biological father figure.

Camron gasped softly at the feeling of Craven's tongue against his wounds. There was something eerily pleasurable about feeling Craven's tongue against a fresh wound. It was that mixture of slight pain and the healing that he knew Craven's saliva would bring. He slowly lowered his eyes back to Craven and tried to calm himself as he watched the vampire lick up his blood. His voice was softer than normal when he spoke.

"I don't hate him...He's my father...I can't hate him. Besides...he's done so much for the resistance that I don't think I could hate him even if...well if it was ever worse than it is now."

He let out a soft whimper as Craven traced his wings and shifted under his uncle. His face was bright red and he bit hard into his bottom lip as his eyes shifted back up to the ceiling. Deep breaths, deep breaths. Do not look at anything except the ceiling. Then maybe this unnatural heat would leave his body.

[craven]

Craven got used to making the boy blush. For some reason Camron's blush was always healthy when he was close to someone. Of course Craven was always close to his younger nephew. They were like two peas in a pod. Perfect together. They both had wings. They both had crows and they both loved flying. Craven smirked against Camron's skin.

He could feel and smell the blood rushing to the surface that colored the boys cheeks. It was ever so amusing. Infact it made him want to play with Cam. It always made him want to play with Camron. Craven moved a strand of hair behind his ear as he finished fixing the boy's beautiful body up. Then he heard Camron's words and he pulled back.

Craven leaned forwards and pushed his hands on either side of Camron's head into the pillow so the vampire could look into Camron's eyes. His expression was the core of seriousness. His eyes were locked onto Cam's.
”Its not gonna get worse. I won't let it get worse. Got it? I won't let him hurt you any worse then he already does. ”

Craven moved one hand so he could brush his fingers along Camron's face gently, tracing his warm skin with his own cold fingers.
”I'm doing my best to keep you as safe as I possibly can Camron. I'll keep doing my best.”
Finally Craven became aware of the deep breathing and he smirk.

”Should I get off now? Am I distracting you from the ceiling?”
Craven's fingered traced along Camron's neck and slowly let his eyes drift closed.
”Calm down... You know I'd never hurt you...”
His fingers traced to the middle of Cam's chest where his heart was beating feverishly and his hand lay across it gently in an attempt to ease it.

Craven parted his lips letting his fangs show. Even now in the back of his mind the lust for more of Cam's blood was burning to run free like a rampant fire. Craven slowly opened his eyes and leaned in to kiss tenderly at Cam's pulse leaving his lips there as he listened and felt the heart beat.
~Do you want to go flying with me, sweet Camron?~

His mind brushed carefully across Camron's almost caressing softly. Everything was tender when it came to Camron. He'd have so much terrible pain from his father that Craven wanted to show him there was more to a relationship, whatever the kind then pain. Craven slowly lay his chest across Cam's and started laying kisses across the jugular vein beating wildly against his own cold lips.

He's often done this with Julian. Just lay his head against his son's chest and listened to the vital organ pumping blood into a living body. Craven couldn't help but smile at the thought that this heart was still beating... Wildly yes... but beating none the less.

TIME: 1.13 am
TAG: Camron
OUTFIT: To come
MOOD: Content/calm/caring
WORDS: 534
NOTES: *smirks*
SONG: None
STATUS: Done

[camron grimley]

Camron swallowed a knot in his throat as Craven told him he wouldn't it get any worse. He knew that Craven was always good with keeping his word, but he didn't want Craven to get into another fight with his father. He knew where his father was coming from with his training and he by no means resented him for it. Tanner wanted to make him stronger. He understood that. Yeah it hurt. It always hurt. But it was nothing compared to what he had felt with the horsemen. They had been completely unprepared and it had shown in their casualties and injuries. What his father was trying to teach him might have been able to keep Kira alive. With what he was learning he would be able to protect others in the way that he couldn't protect her.

Cam gently nuzzled Craven's fingers with his nose.
"I'll be alright no matter what. I don't want you to have to fight with him...you two seem to fight a lot about me...It makes me seem like a problem."
He slowly met Craven's eyes.
"I really don't want to be a problem."

He blushed as Craven mentioned getting off of him. He really didn't want him to. Craven's body weight was comfortable. Having Craven atop him had always been comforting. Unfortunately in the last few months it was becoming something a bit more than that. He knew that Craven didn't mean anything by it, but the touches, the kisses...they all brought about certain reactions in him that he was ever so slightly afraid of. If Craven was to catch on he knew his uncle would avoid him and that was the last thing he wanted. Craven was one of his only confidants. Also...He wanted Craven to keep doing those things to him. It was the closest thing to a loving touch that he had and he selfishly wanted Craven to keep on touching him, whispering to him like he did, caring for him but also having that extra little something that made Craven feel like there was something very different between them as there would be with a father son relationship.

"I know you wouldn't...you've never hurt me..."

Camron shivered at the kisses and caresses. His face grew to an incredible shade of red as he realized what else was growing. He cursed mentally and tried to think. Think think...he had to distract Craven somehow. His mind settled on Craven's fangs. He was hungry. Quickly he made a cut along his jugular, deep enough that blood began to spill over Craven's lips. It would be enough to at least startle the vampire and hopefully distract him for long enough for Camron to fix the problem at hand.

TIME: 1.15 am
TAG: Craven
OUTFIT: To come
MOOD: Panicked
WORDS: 485
NOTES: *giggles*
SONG: Some piano instrumental
STATUS: Done

[craven]

Craven shook his head and frowned as Camron mentioned that he was a problem. Poor Camrom. He thought he was a problem. It made Craven slightly annoyed at the fact that he had not hidden most of the fights he had with Tanner from Camron. The kid didn't need to see things like that. Tanner was hard on Camron and he could understant why but that didn't make it any easier for Craven to deal with.

"None of this is your fault. You're not the problem here Camron. Don't ever think that. You could never be the problem."
It was no one's fault. Tanner was over protective and nervous about his son. Craven was against the way Tanner handled his son. It was cruel and heartless to him. Craven smiled when he heard Camron's words about how he'd be trusting Craven. Suddenly Craven frowned at Camron's buldge pressing between his legs.

That was new! Craven's eyes opened and he was about to pull back and when suddenly Camron's skin burst under his lips. He growled out and his lips parted curving around the wound. He started drinking automatically grinding slightly against Camron. His eyes closed as his hand moved down inbetween Camron's legs rubbing at the buldge to get the sweet taste of lust in Cam's blood. Crave's hand moved swiftly to slip inside Camron's pants instead.

Craven cold delicate fingers wrapped around Camron's member and moved across it listening gently to Camron's heartbeat. The blood lust and the hunger for the sweet taste in this blood was addictive and Craven was about to do anything for the taste. Craven's free hand moved to tweak at one of Camron's nipple's gently twisting and twirling a finger gently around the rosey bud.

TIME: 1.18 am
TAG: Camron
OUTFIT: To come
MOOD: Lusty/ Sensual
WORDS: 333
NOTES: Whoops
SONG: Andrew talking
STATUS: Done