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Post by Sebastian Carter Lummus on Mar 19, 2013 4:23:21 GMT -5
Sebastian couldn't believe he'd made it out a second time. It seemed he had managed to hit the right buttons. He had said the right things, done the right movements, expressed the right emotions. He had gone straight from the forest to his house which wasn't all that far as he'd realised. He had burst in to his house despite the fact it was the middle of the night. His mother had been worried but he'd assured he nothing was wrong. He had just needed to find something. He'd gone to the attic and spent the rest of the night looking through each and every box and crevice until he'd found them. There were two boxes, each old and hadn't been opened in decades.
He hadn't wanted to read them there so he had apparated back to his place. He had spent the next few days going over everything in them, until finally at the bottom of the last box he'd found it. He'd found Fredrick's journal and spent the entire day reading everything. It started before Lucifer was even present but once he found it he couldn't pull his eyes away. They'd been in love, the way he wrote about him was beautiful. It was obvious with the pressed flowers and such kept between the pages.
Then finally he found it. He found the part where the arranged marriage arrived. He read with interest and emotions as he realised Fredrick had, at first, not been going to go through with it. He read on and then read when he went to forest to tell Lucifer his final decision. Reading it broke his heart because although Lucifer felt betrayed, he could see it from Fredrick's point of view. He was just as heart broken to do it.
He then looked down at a painting he'd cast aside and his eyes widened when the spitting image of him was there, watching him. He put down the book, feeling sheepish that he'd just read the man's journal while he had watched, even if it was just a painting. He picked up the painting and placed it on his wall. He'd talked to Fredrick for hours and now he knew, he knew that he had to save that poor Lucifer's soul and he knew Fredrick wanted it to. He wrote a letter and sent it to the forest where he'd been, knowing the vampire would go back. He then waited, putting all the things away in the boxes except a shirt that had been Fredric's, he said he'd wanted to give it to the vampire.
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Post by Lucifer Murdoch on Mar 19, 2013 12:37:24 GMT -5
Lucifer was here again out of habit, out of instinct, this was his one true home, the place where he had been happy, where he had made him feel love and safety. This tree was a symbol of his love, it's growth was slow and steady and spanned over the centuries he had lived for, but it was still standing even know, it was just hidden away deep inside the dark forest of his own heart, shadowed in the darkness of his own thoughts and memories of the past which kept him from truly moving on. This was what he was stuck with, this accursed half life he was forced to live, forever abandoned and forever alone.
Sitting beneath the tree Lucifer closed his red eyes, he was glad for the darkness around him, and the silence of the forest as all the animals left in the presence of a killer. He just sat and relished in his memories alone, the meeting with the Lummus human descendant had stirred all these hidden emotions up inside him and was bringing them to the surface despite the vampire's attempts to keep them suppressed. This was due to the uncanny similarities between Sebastian and Fredrick, it was eerily creepy. Hell they even spoke the same words, a perfect echo of the man he had once loved alive and health...mocking Lucifer in his entire being just by being alive. He was the proof that Lucifer had been left behind, forgotten and tossed aside.
Humans were petty creatures, Lucifer knew that now. Even though he had thought his lover to be different in the end he had been the same as the rest of them. Lucifer had never been human, ever since birth he was treated as a monster and when he finally turned into one he fit right in. He was a killer, that's what he had to be...he had to. These emotions which swirled within him needed to be gone, he had to be rid of that human part of himself which still yearned for the love of his soul mate, long since dead after the years had passed.
An owl soon fluttered down and dropped a folded piece of parchment onto the dry leaves he currently sat in, making Lucifer's red eyes turn to the small beast who quickly took flight again as the vampire clashed his teeth together in a menacing growl. He was in no mood to be bothered, so he just ignored the letter and went back to snoozing. Despite his attempts to keep himself from looking, curiosity gave out as he picked up the letter and read through it, letting out a low hiss at who it was from. That human, yet again. Why was it always that one human, couldn't Lucifer just be left in peace? Seems like that wasn't the case...
It was the contents of the letter though that had Lucifer hesitating, the human said he had something to tell him about Fredrick... The mention of the name itself had him wanting to go just to hear about his lover, another part of him screamed at him that this was a trap to get back at him, to lure him and then slaughter him. He was conflicted and he so wanted to go but he stayed put, scrunching up the letter into a ball he merely threw it aside. He'd sit a while then stand up, go and pick up the paper and smooth it out again and re-read it, mulling over before he'd scrunch it up in frustration and throw it away again, and he'd go pick it up - the cycle went on and on.
He decided that it was worth a shot, to go and see this human. Lucifer had no interest in the human, he was going to hear about his love, and if this was a trap...well Lucifer would just kill them all simple as that. He hadn't survived this long without a few tricks up his sleeve, even hunters knew not to underestimate him, he'd grown quite a name for himself in the underworld as of late, hell after having inherited his Sire's titles he became famous. James had been quite famous in the world after all, the Murdoch name carried power and regalia.
He looked to the address in the letter which was now shoved into the pocket of his pressed suit pants, the paper practically unreadable with all the abuse it had gone through; twisting, scrunching, winding, ripping. He found the place with ease, simple but conveniently located and he wasn't even bothered to knock on the door so he just maneuvered himself up to an open window on the second floor, his large frame swinging into the room as he landed silently in a crouch. He could smell the human in a room down the hall so he just glided along, his crimson shirt catching the light of the lamps as his eyes reflected the fire of his determination.
Standing in the doorway of the room he looked around with all the boxes and the first thing to hit him though was the scent of Fredrick and how to wafted to him in an almost delectable beckoning call. "You said you have something for me?" Lucifer said, his face composed even though internally he was so craving to find the object which smelt like his lover and to bask in the scent of it. Oh how he missed Fredrick... His heart ached for the man he had loved and still loved to this very day.
He knew he would state he hated Freddy, that he would never forgive him but in truth, if Fredrick were to appear before him right now in all his flesh and blood Lucifer would just take him right then and there against the wall, in all his passion and lust driven thoughts, through the hate and the betrayal the matter was simple. Lucifer loved Fredrick, even after all this he still loved him.
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Post by Sebastian Carter Lummus on Mar 19, 2013 15:35:42 GMT -5
Seb had stayed in his home ever since he sent the letter. He knew he couldn't leave because he didn't know how long, if ever, it would take for Lucifer to come. He was giving him a few days. He had moved the boxes to the upstairs spare bedroom was putting things away. He had decided to hang the painting of Fredrick in that room though he'd spoken to him and decided that it was probably best to hide it until Seb had at least spoken to the vampire. He knew that if anything went wrong Fredrick would call out. He found it strange as he looked at the painting. There were some differences between the two males and the more he looked at him, the less alike they looked but it was still eery.
He was moving on to the second box, the one containing all the books and his journal when he heard Lucifer's voice. He tensed before turning to look at him standing in the doorway. His mind flashed back to the forest and he couldn't help but shiver. He didn't want to be afraid but he could't help the small trickle of fear which he felt. He met the red eyes, knowing that he should be able to smell Fredrick with so many of his belongings here. He was surprised at how composed he was. He moved around to the other side of the bed and picked the shirt up off the ground. It had a few drops of dried blood on it. It was the shirt Fredrick had worn the night he had met the vampire. He had caught himself on a thorn.
"I found these boxes which contain Fredrick's belongings. I believe you'll remember this." He said as he stretched out his arm, offering the white shirt to Lucifer.
He felt a strange happiness inside him because he knew that soon the vampires anger and hate would die down. Well he hoped it did, he hoped that this wasn't a mistake. He looked at the creature before him with sadness. He was trying not to pity him, no-one liked being pitied. He didn't let himself look towards the covered frame. He didn't want to draw attention until it was the right time. He wondered if this would make Lucifer hate him more or if it would finally put him at peace. He didn't want to hurt him. He offered a small smile.
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Post by Lucifer Murdoch on Mar 19, 2013 23:04:20 GMT -5
Lucifer stood in the doorway to the room and his senses were assaulted with the smell of Fredrick. How was that even possible...it had been so long that he was overwhelmed by it all, and looking around the room at all the boxes he could only assume that the kid had found out, since he'd called him back here again. No human in there right mind would ask for a vampire to come to their house in the middle of the night for no reason at all, and with the scent around him it could only be that he had found out the truth out his ancestor. That he had been a gay man who loved a vampire, how great that must be for the human to find out....
As the human, Sebastian as he recalled him saying held out the shirt Lucifer stepped forward and took it with a steady hand although he was concentrating so hard on not shaking. He recognised the shirt all right, it was Fredrick, the one with the blood stain on it. It had been the shirt he had been wearing when they had first met, having been drawn there to the scent of blood and from there....well the rest was history.
Lucifer didn't know what to say, or do so he just held the shirt loosely in his hand, his fingers tightening around the material as he brought it to his face, burying his face into the shirt as he inhaled, breathing in Fredrick. Ever after hundreds of years it still smelt like him, even after so, so long this was the smell of his lover, and it made him yearn for him even more. God, when had he begun to give into his past feelings and emotions again? He had sworn himself off them yet here he was, looking pathetic, like some perverted monster sniffing someone's shirt. Great, just bloody great.
"What else is here?" Lucifer said, his voice still holding all his command over the human because, descendant of Fredrick or not, even if he was a replica of Fredrick he still didn't trust this human at all.
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Post by Sebastian Carter Lummus on Mar 19, 2013 23:13:00 GMT -5
Seb watched as the vampire stepped forward and took the shirt. He watched with calculating eyes as he let go, letting his hand go back to his side. Lucifer wasn't even focusing on him as he stared at the shirt and Seb could only imagine what was going through his mind. Then when he brought the shirt up to his face Seb looked away, almsot feeling like he was intruding on something private. He didn't look back until Lucifer spoke and he wondered what else he could say. Should he say the painting straight away?
"A lot of books, a few precious items and a ring." He said as he looked at the boxes. It had seemed they were all the things Fredrick had asked not to through away. He reminded himself to ask later if that had been for Lucifer or just because.
Seb stared at the vampire, wondering if this made them friends? No of course not. He doubted that Lucifer would be nice to him no matter what Seb did. He was about to do something beyond all else. It was surprising. He shouldn't be doing any of it really. Lucifer had been nothing but cruel to the man yet here he was, being kind. Lucifer should count himself lucky that Seb didn't burn all the items for Lucifer to never find. Instead he was helping him. He walked over to the painting which was on the wall and gripped the sheet covering it.
"I also found a painting." He said as he pulled the fabric down to reveal his ancestor.
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Post by Lucifer Murdoch on Mar 20, 2013 0:21:21 GMT -5
Lucifer held the shirt close to his chest, was the human giving this to him? Could he keep this? Or was this all just a stab at the fact that he had been left, abandoned by his ancestor. Lucifer's mind was a mess, befuddled and confusion was the only expression you could see in his eyes, why was Sebastian Lummus doing this? Was it to help him, to spite him, to get back at him for their past two meetings where all Lucifer had done was practically raped and abused the human? He didn't know, but he wasn't going to ask either.
"Hm..." he made a sound at the back of his throat as Sebastian explained the items, they were of no real importance to him since it was stuff he already knew. They probably had his journal in there somewhere, since Lucifer had sat in the forest with Fredrick's head in his lap, and by candle light he had written their story into a leather bound diary. Hell, Lucifer had even scribbled in a few notes himself when Fredrick hadn't been looking, things like 'I love you' or 'forever mine' into the pages just for kicks since he knew it would make Fredrick laugh because it wasn't often that Lucifer was...affectionate like that.
He raised a brow as he said there was a painting. What did that have to do with anything? That was until it was revealed and he was seeing Fredrick, giving him his usual shy smile as he spoke. 'Ello Luci' Fredrick spoke from within the frame, his usual blue eyes so bright they seemed almost real. Fredrick stepped forward slowly, his body robotic as he felt his feet shuffle forward a step at at time till he was before the painting which hung from the wall. He let his fingers stretch out to touch the canvas but he pulled back, looking at the face of the man who had abandoned him. "Freddy..." Lucifer whispered, red eyes wide as the man in the painting moved so that he was touching the painting, as it he was trying to touch him back.
He didn't know what to say, so he just let his fingers reach out and stroke the beautiful lattice wood frame, his long digits running over the bumps and rises in the wood. "I-..." Lucifer started, his face almost yearning for the man in the painting, who seemed to know already what he was going to say, just like he always did. 'Shh...I know...' Fredrick said to him, shaking his head to the vampire. He didn't know what to say to the man before him so Lucifer just leant forward and pressed his lips against the canvas, closing his eyes as he tried to imagine that this was the real Fredrick before him, that the canvas lips his were pressed against were soft and warm and so alive.
He pulled back, his eyes still closed as he let out a breath, the tears which were hidden behind his eyelids threatening to spill over. Why was it Freddy who had to make him this weak, this vulnerable. He was pathetic... He opened his eyes to the painting, looking to the man he loved one last time who only looked at him with blue eyes, tears streaming down the painted man's face. Oh how much he wished to just go back to a time when everything was right and happy...but that was to never be. Lucifer was doomed to forever be alone, he knew that now. He could see that.
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Post by Sebastian Carter Lummus on Mar 20, 2013 1:06:09 GMT -5
Seb stepped back, the sheet in his hand as he looked at Lucifer, not even watching Fredrick as he spoke. He stepped away as Lucifer came closer and soon he was in the doorway. He knew he should leave but for some strange reason he was captivated by the sight of the vampire and his weaknesses exposed. If Seb ever wanted revenge, this would be the time. He could easily sneak up behind the shocked vampire and stake him but that was never his intention. He knew he was here in a private moment and he felt a small smile grace his lips at the interaction. He knew it was only a painting but it was enough.
The spoke and he realised how well they had known each other. The spell Fredrick had over the vampire was amazing. It seemed that if he asked, Lucifer would do anything. He was shocked when he watched the vampire lean forward and kiss the painting. He averted his eyes and knew he should leave. This was a very private moment, a greeting of two old lovers, both dead though only one gone. Both were crying when they pulled back and looked at each other and Seb felt his heart break. He turned to leave when he heard Fredrick call him.
Sebastian."[/b] He called in a tone of voice that Seb felt he couldn't ignore. He stopped and looked back at the painting who now had his eyes on him. "Yes?" He asked in an uncertain voice. He wasn't sure why he was being pulled in to the conversation. The painting turned back to Lucifer with a disappointed gaze. "I think you owe someone an apology." He stated and Seb's eyes widened. He hadn't mentioned that he would be saying that. He turned to Lucifer shaking his head, [/b]it's fine."[/b]
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Post by Lucifer Murdoch on Mar 21, 2013 8:56:32 GMT -5
Lucifer couldn't believe that all this time, there had been a portrait of his lover just sitting around some human's house, just...there. It was funny to think that he had lost Fredrick so long ago when there was a living part of the man in the painting before him. Sure, it wasn't a full, real and true portrayal of Fredrick (since no painter could capture the sheer purity of that man's soul) it was still something, and Lucifer would take all he could get right now. He craved it, ever since he'd met the descendant of his lover his heart and soul had been in unrest, and while he had sworn himself to feel nothing, standing before the painting he felt like it hadn't been two hundred years since he'd last laid eyes on his lover.
Lucifer let out a low growl as the painting of his lover told him to apologize. He, apologize to that squirt? No...there was no way in hell that Lucifer was going to say anything. He had been in the right that night (okay not really but he'd never admit he was wrong) and he wasn't about to apologize for his actions. Lucifer just stared back definitely at the painting, his red eyes hard as he crossed his arms over his chest. Thus insured their staring match, as the two faced each other off, willing the other to give in. Lucifer would have to win this, he had to be strong...
Damn it, Freddy was doing the puppy look, damn damn damn damn damn. Lucifer had to resist, he had to. Even as those big baby blues went wide and the painting bit his lip, looking all sad... Lucifer threw his hands into the air with a angry sigh. "Fine! I give in, damn you Freddy," he mumbled out with a growl, his pride hurt yet again by the human, let alone a painting. He could never resist Frederick, he truly was his one and only weakness.
Turning to Sebastian Lucifer shuffled his feet, coughing to clear his throat as he looked at him dead blank. "I-..." turned to look at the portrait who nodded with an encouraging smile, making the vampire turn back to the human, "I apologise for any harm or...distress I caused you in our past meetings, it wasn't my...intention to be that way, I had just been...mislead by my own assumptions." He shuffled his feet against the floorboards again, turning to Frederick with a defeated slagging of his shoulders, "happy now, god why do you always do this..." 'Only because Sebastian deserves an apology, you were in the wrong Luci.'
The vampire just clicked his tongue in distaste and turned to Sebastian, "you don't mind if I stay here a while?"
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