Pages flipped back and forth from the wind of the fan, cool air flowing through the room with the smell of old wood and soap. Red eyes stared blankly down at the flipping paper, a frown creased across a pale brow and lightly tinted lips. The words kept repeating as the pages flipped back and forth, in the book telling a story about murder and men with smoke pipes trying to solve it. A heavy sigh slipped past cold fangs that soon after dug into his bottom lip, red eyes looking to the clock on the wall as he waited. Soon… it had to be soon. He was sure of it. Mikail’s fingers tightened around each other as he allowed his head to hang down, black hair brushing his cheeks as it fell forward with the motion. Alex was getting ‘punished’ again… apparently it had started a few weeks ago, but Mikail hadn’t found until last night. One of the other vampires had been making fun of him, as usual. He had decided that telling the fledgling that his master was getting beaten because he had created him would be funny. He hadn’t been laughing when Mikail had torn his throat out.

Pointed ears picked up a sound, softer than the squeak of a mouse, from the bedroom. Quickly getting to his feet, he leapt over the couch and ran into the room, catching a glimpse of blond hair just as the bathroom door began to close. He ran forward, putting his shoulder first and shoving against the door before it could close all the way, the barrier opening with a loud bang as the body behind it fell to the floor. “Oowww…” His gaze fell down to the person now pushing himself up on bloody hands, blond hair falling across his face as faded pink eyes gazed at him through their strands. “Ah… Mikail…” A smile crossed Alex’s lips as he looked up at him, tilting his head to one side. “What are you doing up so… early?” Pain laced through Mikail’s heart as he looked down at his master, at the fake smile he was forcing on his face. He was coated in dried blood, dark smears that stained his porcelain skin without any other markings to show what had happened. There were no wounds, no scars, thanks to the vampire’s ability to heal. But he could see the pain echoing through his master’s body, all hidden behind a careful mask put up for Mikail’s benefit.

He spun, reaching for the nozzle of the tub and twisting the knob, pulling back as hot water shot forth into the porcelain basin. Turning, he bent, grabbing Alex’s shirt and beginning to pull it off. A hand caught his wrist, pain now shining in Alex’s eyes as he shook his head, his mask gone. “D-don’t… Mikail, I’m fine…” Mikail scowled, his red eyes flashing angrily. “Shut up.” Alex blinked, about to speak again when Mikail jerked his hand from Alex’s grasp, disgusted with how easy he was able to do so as he proceeded with stripping his master of his torn and tattered clothing. Then he easily lifted the blond, turning and setting him in the tub, ignoring Alex’s hiss as the water sloshed over his body, wetting the dried blood that caked his skin. Mikail turned off the water, kneeling beside the bath as he rolled up his sleeves. Dipping his hands into the water and cupping them, lifting water and releasing it over Alex’s head. “Mikail…” The fledgling ignored his master as he repeated the process, before reaching for the soft wash towel, falling still when Alex’s slender hand touched his wrist. “Honestly Mikail, I just fell. I’ll be alright.” Red eyes flared as Mikail growled low in his throat, his hand snapping back, a sharp smack echoing in the tiled room as he slapped Alex’s hand away. “Don’t lie to me. I know what’s going on.” Alex flinched at Mikail’s gaze, looking away quickly, wet hair sticking to his face. “I-I don’t know what-”“Damn it Alex!” His hand slammed against the edge of the tub, his gaze burning accusingly as he glared at his master. “Stop lying to me! Why didn’t you tell me they were beating you!?” Alex’s jaw tightened slightly, his pink eyes fixed firmly on an unspecific spot in the tub. “…It… it’s not like you can do anything about it. I didn’t want you to worry.” “You did a shit job, Alex. What did you think I would do when you come home every other night and lock yourself in here for hours?” His slender frame pushed against the porcelain as Alex shrank back, shaking hands clenching together tightly under the water, which only reached a few inches above his waist. “Even so-““Why don’t you stop them? Why do you let them do this to you? Or do you regret creating me?” Alex’s eyes went wide, his gaze snapping to Mikail. “What? No! What does that have to do with-“

He fell silent, his gaze softening as he saw Mikail’s face. The fledgling cursed, swiping at his eyes, feeling tears smear across his skin. “That’s why they are beating you, right? Because you made me, without ‘consulting’ or whatever crap…’” He flinched slightly as a pale hand touched his cheek, Alex’s pink eyes sad as he shook his head. “Mikail, who have you been listening to? Who told you these things? It was that boy, wasn’t it? That’s why you hurt him…?” Mikail bit his lip, nodding his head as he closed his eyes tightly, trying to stop his tears. Alex shifted, leaning forward and wrapping his arms gently around Mikail’s head, sighing softly in his thick hair. “Oh Mikail, you shouldn’t listen to their words. They are only trying to hurt you. I am getting punished for something that happened long before you came along.” “…What?” Alex was quiet for a moment, and Mikail could feel his shoulders drop slightly. “…I do things they don’t like. I’m not what they expected… I don’t kill every human I come across. It makes them mad when I don’t slaughter everything with two legs.” He brushed Mikail’s hair from his face with a few gentle strokes, leaning back and looking into his eyes. “So they aren’t hurting me because of you. My making you was probably one of the few things they actually approved of, even if they didn’t like why I did it.” Alex smiled in a weak, but honest manner, tilting his head to one side, as if asking if Mikail understood. “I have never regretted making you what you are. It’s because you are here that I have enough strength to go against them at all.”

Mikail wasn’t satisfied, frowning as he shook his head back and forth. “…That attitude isn’t healthy. I don’t like the stiffs either, but if it’s letting them beat you like this, I don’t want you to go against them anymore.” Alex laughed with a bitter tone, leaning back in the tub as he closed his eyes. “I have to, Mikail. If I don’t, they will kill innocent people… and I can live with this if it means saving a few.” Mikail felt a clench in his chest, quickly brushing his arm across his face before he grabbed the sponge, dipping it in the water and beginning to work on cleaning Alex’s body. “Why do you care about humans so much anyway?” Pink eyes opened to half mast, staring at the ceiling, holding in pain as his body was scrubbed free of grim. “…It’s redemption. If I can save some of them… then maybe, I will have a purpose to be here, to have betrayed Master, so long ago…” A smile came to Alex’s lips as he looked at Mikail, his fingers brushing across his cheek like butterflies wings. “Yet another reason I do not regret you.” Mikail kept his eyes down, focused on his task as he held his tongue, forcing himself to breath evenly as Alex’s hand fell back into the water. Red eyes glanced at his face, seeing Alex’s eyes close as he allowed for himself to be tended, something the other was probably deciding he would allow Mikail to do from now on. Mikail’s gaze lowered once more, allowing the pain he felt in his chest to come up to his eyes. After all, if Alex still felt it necessary to save humans for redemption, even after creating Mikail…

Well, that meant Mikail was no more important than those humans at all, didn’t it?


 

Alex's past, part two? Or something like that.

Ugh, Alex can be so unintentionally stupid. This was written from Mikail's point of view, because I'm gonna start putting you guys in his head too. (Mwa-haha.) ^^ Lol, he's still sweet and caring in this one, isn't he?

_{He won't be this way for long, Enjoy him while it lasts. *laugh*}

This is when things basically start changing in Mikail's mind, though Alex never notices until Mikail lets him notice, which is when everything goes to hell. Mikail's a sneaky, clever little mongrel. I should put a picture of him up on here... I don't have Mikail as a doll yet, but he is who I'm currently saving for. Have a mold selected and everything.

I hope you like it.

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