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Location: Land of the Silver Moon
His nose was running, the cold getting to him. Sneezing he hugged his frail, cold body. His blue hair hung in clumps, plastered to his face because of the rain. Amber eyes gazed at the floor. It was impossible to tell the difference between the tears and the rain drops on his cheeks. Blood dripped down his back from five deep scratches. His tail lay flat on the floor, edges tinted with red. His right arm hung in shreds, whole claws exposed with nothing to sheath them, velvet pads made sticky with gore, blood weeping out of deep cuts along his arm. The cuts were so deep that bone showed through. Deep breaths racked his body, pain killing his senses.

A hand touched his cheek, making his eyes open wide.
"Are you hurt my child?" Slowly he nodded, the hand on his right cheek seemed so cold, the nails so sharp, ready to rake his flesh.
"You bleed so much child," her voice had so many layers to it, drawing him in, "Are you in pain?"
"Stop it, please." Arms embraced him, and he winced as his arm was touched.
"Poor darling," she stroked his back, making him intake sharply. Her hand came back with blood on, his blood. Her tongue lapped it up, two fangs protruded from her upper jaw.
"Vampire," he whispered, darkness clouding his eyes.

Something soft was wrapped about him, pain was devoid of him.
"Are you awake child?" it was that voice from before. Sleepily he murmured a response, everything felt so heavy. Her hand stroked at his hair and cheek, making him quietly purr. Slowly his eyes opened, the vampire was there, crooning over him. As she stroked one finger strayed, touching the rim of his ear. Instantly he shot away, protecting his left ear, he didn't like people touching his ears.
"That's no way to behave to the person who helped you."
"Helped?" he murmured, unsure of trusting his own voice.
"Are you in pain?" He looked down at his right arm as if nothing had happened to it, and there his gaze stayed; it had been a bloodied mess, but now it was as if he had never got in the fight, it shouldn't have been like this.
"See, I helped you," she whispered seductively into his ear, taking his wrist, "Now it's your turn to help me." He cried out as something plunged into his arm, blood welling about the opening. The pain was so sudden, so much that he blacked out.

The sound of dripping brought him back, oh how the noise pained his aching head. Drip, the noise came again, it seemed to be at a constant rate, though not fast. He felt weak, barely able to keep his eyes open. But open they stayed, looking at the glass jar filling with his blood, drip by drip, drop by drop. He understood now what deal he had been entered into, she had saved him, now she wanted his blood. His head fell to the other side, his depleted gaze cast at the door. He watched as the vampire lady entered, coming towards him.
"How is my cat demon?" she sat by him, her fingers trailing through his hair. He could barely open his mouth to breath, never mind answering her question. She took his chin and gently pushed back his upper lip, feeling at one of his prominent fangs.
"You're much more amiable today," she now stroked at one of his ears. So much he wanted to shy away, to leave, but so weak was his body. He was powerless to do anything. With each passing stroke his own dignity was decreasing; the ears were the pride and joy of any cat demon, only those who asked could touch, anyone else was mauled to death. The touching of a cat demon's ears meant accepted affection or a great friendship, neither of which applied to the vampire. He caught sight of her lips, they were stained with fresh blood. So much he wanted to run as fear struck in as he realised his fate. The worst part was he knew she could sense his fear.

Knocking came at the heavy door. A finger was placed to the cat demon's lips, as if to silence the words he hadn't spoken.
"Enter," she called, a blond youth entering.
"Lucifer darling, why are you here?"
"I was informed that you wanted to speak with me mother." The cat's eyes shone with fear as he realised this youth was also a vampire. Though it couldn't be seen the hairs on the nape of his neck stood on end.
"What is you want mother?"
"Look what I found my son," she beamed, her hand running across the young cat demon's forehead. His eyes warbled in fear as the second came closer.
"Mother, what are you doing with him?" a look of shock seemed to adorn his eyes.
"He is a cat demon, his blood is of a taste. So rare it is to come by, such a delicacy it is."
"And what, you mean to bleed him dry?"
"No, I let him live so more blood can be decanted," her hand ran down the demon's neck. He whimpered, wishing for it all to end. The youth turned away, leaving without a word.
"He doesn't know what he's missing darling," her hand remained on his throat. He looked up, not caring that his fear was so evident.

His eyes snapped open, he could tell that someone else was in the room. The sweat beaded down his face.
'This is it, she's gonna take all my blood.' The panic really set in as his right arm was grabbed just below his elbow. The scream in his mouth started as something was ripped from his arm, but a hand clamped down over his mouth.
"If you want to live, do not make a sound." From his arm he felt blood drip, slowly rolling over his flesh before dropping. He was picked up from the bed, his whole body aching. The door was opened, a corridor leading away. It was only then he saw who had taken him. His eyes warbled, the fear catching in his throat.
"Don't worry," the young vampire whispered, "I'm not like my mother in terms of blood drinking."
"Who?" he stuttered.
"I am Lucifer, Prince of the Vampires."
"She is …?"
"My mother is the Queen, it doesn't mean she controls me though," Lucifer began to smirk. He opened a door, dropping the cat demon into a chair. His head hit the top of his chest as he slumped, eyes closing.
"Go to sleep, you have no enemies in this room."

As he woke he padded the chair cushion. It had been awhile since he had been in cat form. Someone rubbed at the fur between his eyes.
"You know, you still haven't told me your name." He changed into his demon form, making the vampire back away slightly.
"I'm Xilef," he answered, all too conscious of himself, "Cat demon, and apparent play-thing to your mother."
"I could change that last one."
"How?" he sat up straight, ears pricking.
"Certain rules apply among the vampires, certain protections."
"You can stop my blood from being drunk?"
"Well, any that hasn't already been spilt."
"What's it going to take?"
"You have to enter my servitude."
"What does that entail?"
"Basically, you come under my protection by working for me."
"How do I go about that?"
"You know this is a serious decision?"
"Your mother will reap me for my blood otherwise. Wait. You don't want my blood do you?" he scampered back in the chair.
"If I'd wanted it I would have already taken it."
"How do I know you're not lying? One day of kindness for you could mean torture for me for the rest of my life."
"Then why go through all this bother of taking you from my mother? If so then why let you sleep without harm for one night without hooking you up to some mechanism to take your blood?"
"Wouldn't being your servant means that my blood belongs to you alone? So acting nice to me until I sign my life over to you plays well for you."
"This deal I want to enter you into, it requires my blood. Do you really believe that a deal with vampire's blood could be taken so lightly?"
"I don't understand."
"Entailing you as a protected servant means that I must take some of your blood and you mine."
"Doesn't that make someone vampire?"
"No, only the intent does. Having that slight bit of vampire blood in your veins will give you protection, for those who have it are either equals or servants of someone prepared to do so. I have enough power to keep a protected servant."
"Why me?"
"As mother said, cat demons are rare. I have plans for the future, it would be useful to have someone I can to trust to move about in the light of day, but also someone who has more power than humans."
"So you won't take my blood?"
"I'll only take what is needed for the deal, and that is only a few drops."
"After that, do you swear on your life that you won't take blood from me, do you swear that if you ever take blood from me that I can shove a stake through your heart?"
"I swear Xilef, on my life, blood and heart."
"So what do I have to do?" he relaxed ever so slightly.

Unsheathing a claw he flicked it at his wrist. Blood welled around the cut, and for a moment he held back. Fighting all natural fear he held out his arm to the vampire. The vampire took his paw, putting his mouth to the demon's wrist, his tongue lapping the blood. When he pulled away, Xilef was surprised to find that the cut had gone.
"Now take mine," the vampire's nails sharped, and he cut a line across his palm, holding it out. Xilef's flat tongue tentatively touched the cut, allowing a single drop of blood to stray onto his tongue. He gulped it down, as if he knew he would regret it. But it was too late to regret.

Five years ago, that was how his own destiny had become bound to Lucifer's. His servitude was rarely put to use, and if so only for the most trusted of acts. He could tell something was going to happen, and whatever the outcome, he knew it meant the end for someone.

Description
Location: Land of the Silver Moon
His nose was running, the cold getting to him. Sneezing he hugged his frail, cold body. His blue hair hung in clumps, plastered to his face because of the rain. Amber eyes gazed at the floor. It was impossible to tell the difference between the tears and the rain drops on his cheeks. Blood dripped down his back from five deep scratches. His tail lay flat on the floor, edges tinted with red. His right arm hung in shreds, whole claws exposed with nothing to sheath them, velvet pads made sticky with gore, blood weeping out of deep cuts along his arm. The cuts were so deep that bone showed through. Deep breaths racked his body, pain killing his senses.

A hand touched his cheek, making his eyes open wide.
"Are you hurt my child?" Slowly he nodded, the hand on his right cheek seemed so cold, the nails so sharp, ready to rake his flesh.
"You bleed so much child," her voice had so many layers to it, drawing him in, "Are you in pain?"
"Stop it, please." Arms embraced him, and he winced as his arm was touched.
"Poor darling," she stroked his back, making him intake sharply. Her hand came back with blood on, his blood. Her tongue lapped it up, two fangs protruded from her upper jaw.
"Vampire," he whispered, darkness clouding his eyes.

Something soft was wrapped about him, pain was devoid of him.
"Are you awake child?" it was that voice from before. Sleepily he murmured a response, everything felt so heavy. Her hand stroked at his hair and cheek, making him quietly purr. Slowly his eyes opened, the vampire was there, crooning over him. As she stroked one finger strayed, touching the rim of his ear. Instantly he shot away, protecting his left ear, he didn't like people touching his ears.
"That's no way to behave to the person who helped you."
"Helped?" he murmured, unsure of trusting his own voice.
"Are you in pain?" He looked down at his right arm as if nothing had happened to it, and there his gaze stayed; it had been a bloodied mess, but now it was as if he had never got in the fight, it shouldn't have been like this.
"See, I helped you," she whispered seductively into his ear, taking his wrist, "Now it's your turn to help me." He cried out as something plunged into his arm, blood welling about the opening. The pain was so sudden, so much that he blacked out.

The sound of dripping brought him back, oh how the noise pained his aching head. Drip, the noise came again, it seemed to be at a constant rate, though not fast. He felt weak, barely able to keep his eyes open. But open they stayed, looking at the glass jar filling with his blood, drip by drip, drop by drop. He understood now what deal he had been entered into, she had saved him, now she wanted his blood. His head fell to the other side, his depleted gaze cast at the door. He watched as the vampire lady entered, coming towards him.
"How is my cat demon?" she sat by him, her fingers trailing through his hair. He could barely open his mouth to breath, never mind answering her question. She took his chin and gently pushed back his upper lip, feeling at one of his prominent fangs.
"You're much more amiable today," she now stroked at one of his ears. So much he wanted to shy away, to leave, but so weak was his body. He was powerless to do anything. With each passing stroke his own dignity was decreasing; the ears were the pride and joy of any cat demon, only those who asked could touch, anyone else was mauled to death. The touching of a cat demon's ears meant accepted affection or a great friendship, neither of which applied to the vampire. He caught sight of her lips, they were stained with fresh blood. So much he wanted to run as fear struck in as he realised his fate. The worst part was he knew she could sense his fear.

Knocking came at the heavy door. A finger was placed to the cat demon's lips, as if to silence the words he hadn't spoken.
"Enter," she called, a blond youth entering.
"Lucifer darling, why are you here?"
"I was informed that you wanted to speak with me mother." The cat's eyes shone with fear as he realised this youth was also a vampire. Though it couldn't be seen the hairs on the nape of his neck stood on end.
"What is you want mother?"
"Look what I found my son," she beamed, her hand running across the young cat demon's forehead. His eyes warbled in fear as the second came closer.
"Mother, what are you doing with him?" a look of shock seemed to adorn his eyes.
"He is a cat demon, his blood is of a taste. So rare it is to come by, such a delicacy it is."
"And what, you mean to bleed him dry?"
"No, I let him live so more blood can be decanted," her hand ran down the demon's neck. He whimpered, wishing for it all to end. The youth turned away, leaving without a word.
"He doesn't know what he's missing darling," her hand remained on his throat. He looked up, not caring that his fear was so evident.

His eyes snapped open, he could tell that someone else was in the room. The sweat beaded down his face.
'This is it, she's gonna take all my blood.' The panic really set in as his right arm was grabbed just below his elbow. The scream in his mouth started as something was ripped from his arm, but a hand clamped down over his mouth.
"If you want to live, do not make a sound." From his arm he felt blood drip, slowly rolling over his flesh before dropping. He was picked up from the bed, his whole body aching. The door was opened, a corridor leading away. It was only then he saw who had taken him. His eyes warbled, the fear catching in his throat.
"Don't worry," the young vampire whispered, "I'm not like my mother in terms of blood drinking."
"Who?" he stuttered.
"I am Lucifer, Prince of the Vampires."
"She is …?"
"My mother is the Queen, it doesn't mean she controls me though," Lucifer began to smirk. He opened a door, dropping the cat demon into a chair. His head hit the top of his chest as he slumped, eyes closing.
"Go to sleep, you have no enemies in this room."

As he woke he padded the chair cushion. It had been awhile since he had been in cat form. Someone rubbed at the fur between his eyes.
"You know, you still haven't told me your name." He changed into his demon form, making the vampire back away slightly.
"I'm Xilef," he answered, all too conscious of himself, "Cat demon, and apparent play-thing to your mother."
"I could change that last one."
"How?" he sat up straight, ears pricking.
"Certain rules apply among the vampires, certain protections."
"You can stop my blood from being drunk?"
"Well, any that hasn't already been spilt."
"What's it going to take?"
"You have to enter my servitude."
"What does that entail?"
"Basically, you come under my protection by working for me."
"How do I go about that?"
"You know this is a serious decision?"
"Your mother will reap me for my blood otherwise. Wait. You don't want my blood do you?" he scampered back in the chair.
"If I'd wanted it I would have already taken it."
"How do I know you're not lying? One day of kindness for you could mean torture for me for the rest of my life."
"Then why go through all this bother of taking you from my mother? If so then why let you sleep without harm for one night without hooking you up to some mechanism to take your blood?"
"Wouldn't being your servant means that my blood belongs to you alone? So acting nice to me until I sign my life over to you plays well for you."
"This deal I want to enter you into, it requires my blood. Do you really believe that a deal with vampire's blood could be taken so lightly?"
"I don't understand."
"Entailing you as a protected servant means that I must take some of your blood and you mine."
"Doesn't that make someone vampire?"
"No, only the intent does. Having that slight bit of vampire blood in your veins will give you protection, for those who have it are either equals or servants of someone prepared to do so. I have enough power to keep a protected servant."
"Why me?"
"As mother said, cat demons are rare. I have plans for the future, it would be useful to have someone I can to trust to move about in the light of day, but also someone who has more power than humans."
"So you won't take my blood?"
"I'll only take what is needed for the deal, and that is only a few drops."
"After that, do you swear on your life that you won't take blood from me, do you swear that if you ever take blood from me that I can shove a stake through your heart?"
"I swear Xilef, on my life, blood and heart."
"So what do I have to do?" he relaxed ever so slightly.

Unsheathing a claw he flicked it at his wrist. Blood welled around the cut, and for a moment he held back. Fighting all natural fear he held out his arm to the vampire. The vampire took his paw, putting his mouth to the demon's wrist, his tongue lapping the blood. When he pulled away, Xilef was surprised to find that the cut had gone.
"Now take mine," the vampire's nails sharped, and he cut a line across his palm, holding it out. Xilef's flat tongue tentatively touched the cut, allowing a single drop of blood to stray onto his tongue. He gulped it down, as if he knew he would regret it. But it was too late to regret.

Five years ago, that was how his own destiny had become bound to Lucifer's. His servitude was rarely put to use, and if so only for the most trusted of acts. He could tell something was going to happen, and whatever the outcome, he knew it meant the end for someone.