Oh yes, there will be blood [TW]

What a day it had been. People had started to attend their daily activities again and things had started to simmer down in the woke hours of the day, only really being noisy on their way out or home. Oscar had joined the rest of the population and had started some research, which led him to ‘Letha Aetós’ who looked so much like the Revna he had grown up with. It had awoken his curiosity and led him to what seemed like her front door. He could smell her and an angel in the middle of eating dinner. Had she really sought so low to eat human food? Pathetic.
Oscar finally raised his hand to knock on the door, only to shortly after hear a male voice telling Revna that he would get the door, and correctly enough, a young muscular man opened the door. He sent Oscar a friendly smile.
“Anything I can do for you?”
Oscars couldn’t keep himself from smiling from ear to ear. “I’m here to visit Revna, but it seems like she’s busy,” he said calmly. The young man in the door seemed confused by the name and explained that nobody here was called Revna. “Boy, you’re awfully annoying-”
“Excuse me?”
“Step aside,” Oscar demanded, making Zadkiel immediately step aside as if he was inviting him in. Oscar stepped inside and while Zadkiel closed the door he looked around a little. “It’s a very nice place you’ve got here,” he said and looked towards the young man fishing for his name, which he presented shortly after. “Zadkiel,” he repeated slowly and delicately, turning towards him licking his teeth. “How has she been able to keep herself from killing you?” he wondered and started to corner the young man.

Oscar heard how the other vampire moved around inside the house and eventually got up from her seat, wondering why Zadkiel was taking so long. Oscar stood quite close to the male angle as Revna hissed at him. It made Oscar pop a smile. “Oh, so you were home,” he said softly, not taking his eyes of the angel. “Why do you want me to undo it? Is he some kind of pet to you?” he wondered trying to examine the boy. After a short moment he looked over his shoulder finally seeing how Revna looked like. “You know, he’s gotten addicted, right?” he said and turned to face her truly. “So, you love him?” he narrowed his eyes, being somewhat irritated by her. It wasn’t the same species, that was what she had tried to teach him so long ago. “And he fell in love with the fake aura you put up? And now that he knows, you make him drink your blood to make him addicted so he won’t leave you?” everything was assumptions, but hopefully it could push some buttons. She hadn’t been fair to him, so why should he be fair to her? “Don’t you think that’s more wrong?” he tilted his head assuming she knew that he was talking about him and Melanie.

Oscar wasn’t here to kill the ones Revna loved, but he did think it was incredible how she had managed not to kill him herself. Having such a blood bank running around in his home would be almost too inviting. Oscar shook his head a little as Revna denied knowing anything about what he talked about. She moved forward and pushed him away, only making him take two controlled steps away. He followed her with his eyes towards Zadkiel, lifting his chin up a bit as Letha tried to release Zadkiel. For a short moment Zadkiel was just about to get fully back, only to having Letha fail the release.
Oscar smiled satisfied by how she snarled at him. “I’m sorry dearest, you must’ve forgotten,” he said with a sly smirk on his lips. “I’m Oscar Addams, and we grew up in the same town for one purpose,” he said and stepped closer to her, even though she had done that herself. “Guard dogs,” he snarled. He hated that purpose. “We were practically siblings,” he announced and smiled widely. “I wonder what would peak your memory,” he mumbled and looked towards Zadkiel. “Strip,” he commanded the boy and looked back at Letha. “I don’t understand how you’ve kept yourself at bay,” he said. He glanced towards he half naked angel, “He’s such a snack,” he complimented and looked back at Letha once more. “How long have you lived like this?” he frowned a little and put his hands in his pockets.

What a shame that Revna didn’t remember growing up with Oscar. It had brought them so many memories. Memories that probably never would be able to leave Oscar. Occasionally, he relived the memory of Revna killing Melanie. All of the pain it had given him, and how he had ended up seeking revenge. He couldn’t help but chuckle as Revna screamed and hurried to put away her angelic boyfriend. It was cute how she wanted to protect him – just like Oscar had tried to protect Melanie with all of his might.

Oscar was then pressed up against a wall, making him grunt a little. “Woa, woa. It almost seems like you’re remembering something,” he chuckled as it almost seemed like either Revna or Letha was peeking through the thick shell of whatever she called herself. “What I want?” he repeated and let a hand touch his own chest and at the same time he released the control of Zadkiel. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright and,” he took a deeper breath in, “You’ve just gotten soft… Like a marshmallow,” he teased. “Come on, bite me. It’ll probably make you remember something,” he continued teasing. “Or maybe you don’t want to remember how you killed the one I loved the most?” he sneered and pressed himself forward, “You see, you were the first monster of us, but I-” he had to control himself, “I was like a well-trained guard dog, doing what I was asked,” he explained. “It’s funny how the tables has turned, and now you’re protecting ‘the love of your life’,” he mocked her, even though he knew her true love might be somewhere else.

Oscar snorted a little as she asked why he would be any different. “Because we grew up together and I know what you once got through,” he replied a little snappy. Yes, there were some of the other first purebloods left, but Revna was something different. Oh, how he could remember when they had been on rampage together, laying in the blood of their victims and she had been singing to him. Their relationship was something special. He raised a brow while he tipped his head to the side in a shrug. She didn’t want to bite him – fair enough, or maybe not.
She denied having killed Melanie, which bugged him a lot, but at least she let go of him and stepped back. She didn’t want to believe that she was the first monster of the bunch. All of a sudden she started screaming, an Oscar could hear how the angel boy tried to figure out of a way to how he could get through the door to check on his loved one. Oscar on the other hand simply exhaled and watched her panic as it seemed like her memories were getting back. As she started to stumble into the kitchen, he followed a few steps behind her. Observing how she clumsily stumbled over a table, making a vase fall and shatter, cutting her feet on the shards, leaving him to sigh yet another time. She was completely focused on getting to the faucet, that he freely could approach the knives. He picked up one of the long knives. While she mumbled what she believed her name was, he watched the knife in his hand and before she could get any water in her face or something alike, he cut his hand, making pretty red blood pebble from his palm. “Do you remember the lullaby you sang whenever we’ve been on a rampage? Lying in the blood of our victims-” he cut his other hand. The wounds healed too quickly. “I think it was something like Stolt som en ulv, og en kriger inden i… But I don’t know,” he shrugged and cut the other palm again, trying to make her come and get a taste.

He listened to how she pleaded and begged for him to stop, but he didn’t stop just yet. He wanted her to remember who she was, and what kind of relationship there was between them. Once again she screamed and Oscar paused for a moment, letting her get a short break, though the scent of his blood was still roaming the apartment. An almost evil smirk appeared on his lips as she started crying, screaming and grabbed her head. In the guest room, one would still be able to hear Zadkiel yell the name he knew her best by and how he occasionally hit his shoulder or sole of his foot against the door trying to open the door. This wasn’t helping his anger management.
She ran towards him, making Oscars very special eyes widen. They collided onto the floor with a loud thud. He didn’t even try to push her off as she whimpered she was sorry. He was just about to throw her off and tell her he would stop when she suddenly leaned down and bit his neck. He groaned somewhat displeased at first before he let his arms wrap around her, almost as if he was comforting her. “There,” he breathed out. It was almost as if he gave her a pacifier and she accepted it with great pleasure. He let her get some, but mostly with the thought of taking some of her dear boyfriends later.

Oscar smiled slightly by the sight of his childhood friend seemingly being somewhat back. Even though she had licked his blood of her lips, it had still tinted her lips a bit and something about watching her with blood around her mouth brought ‘good’ memories to his mind. She then grabbed the knife which made him pull on a wicked smile which only grew as she pressed it towards her neck until blood spilled down her neck. He watched her almost with satisfied eyes as she put on ‘lipstick’ and he didn’t hesitate to reciprocate the kiss as she leaned down. The black veins around his eyes appeared as his eyes seemed to get brighter. One hand found its way into her hair and the other behind her back. Greedily he licked and sucked the blood off her lips an nibbled her skin towards the cut she had made. He let his tongue lick the spilling blood of her before he finally let his teeth pierce through her skin to actually drink from her.

From inside the guestroom the angel boy was still hammering onto the door, almost like a child begging for attention, so as soon as Oscar had gotten approximately the same amount of blood back, he retracted his teeth in a small groan, irritated by the angel’s noise. “Maybe we should give the angel the attention he wants,” he said with a soft voice, looking into Revna’s dark eyes.

It was quite incredible what he had managed to do to her. She had quite obviously forgotten who she was and gotten tame and soft. It had been pathetic. It was quite pleasing to see how he with only words – and some of his blood – he could trigger her memory back. How much of it she could recall, he still wasn’t sure off, but she seemed less tame and soft than when he had just arrived.

She seemed confused at first, and raised a brow to be sure if she just didn’t hear him or if she didn’t understand. But it was clear that she did understand, but just needed time to process. She tried to pin him down to the floor, which simply made him smile at her. “You really do love him,” he mumbled. “How much does he love you?” he wondered and let his hands slide alongside her outer thigs up to her hips. “Are you sure it’s not just his addiction to your blood that he loves?” he teased her and let his thumbs slide towards her inner thighs, closer to her private parts.

Zadkiel gave up on the door and unlocked the window to jump out and let his wings carry him quickly to the front door where he barged in watching Letha on top of Oscar and both of them soaked in blood. “Letha!”

Oscar liked that she tried to fight against his words, wanting him to shut up. Using his nickname even made him pull on a slight smile. He wanted to see if she had doubts of the love between them, because he had never been doubting on him and Melanie. He had only been afraid of their lives when people seemed to figure out what was going on. Forbidden love. That was what it had been, and that was what Zadkiel and Revna was.
The grip he had around her only tightened seductively as he heard the angel boy from the other side yelling her cover name. Letha. Pathetic. The angel seemed to have caught her attention, as she yelled at him. Oscar on the other hand let his finger slide between her legs stroking along the pants she was wearing until he got a grip on the lining of her pants. Zadkiel stopped where he stood and for a moment he just watched. When she screamed at him the second time, it was like he restarted and  started to back away a couple of steps. He simply didn’t understand what was going on, but he knew that these two vampires weren’t easy to handle. Oscar ripped the pants open and as she screamed at the angel, digging her fingers into Oscars shoulders, he leaned up to bite her neck again and let his hands slide down into her pants. One from behind and the other from the front.
Zadkiel had always been taught not to run from danger, but face it head on, but with no backup and thing that seemed to get out of control, he turned around and flew out and into the air. He didn’t want to go too far away and therefore simply stayed in the air. It pained him to leave her, especially since he really hadn’t liked what he witnessed.

Once again Letha collapsed down onto Oscar like a doll with no strings attached. He didn’t stay there for long before he retracted his teeth and pushed her off him with a lot of force to get back up onto his feet. “You’ve gotten so soft Revna,” he sighed and licked his lips. “Maybe you should take a break from this place. It clearly isn’t good for your memory,” he breathed out and let a hand ran through his hair. He looked towards her. “I’ll visit you again soon enough when you’ve cooled down a bit,” he sighed and walked towards her. “You know who you are,” he whispered bringing his head quite close to her. With no need to stay for longer, he pulled on a smile before he went to talk out of the door – covered in blood. It had been quite the mess and would take some time to get clean.

As soon as Zadkiel saw the vampire leave he flew directly down and into the apartment. “Letha!” he yelled trying to figure out where she was.

Letha didn’t respond, but from the blood that had been spilled and the noise of something being hit and a small whisper led him to the back side of the couch where Letha sat. Shortly he looked towards the door, which still stood open, to check if the man came back. He sat down next to Letha. What the hell had he done to her? “Letha, I’m here,” he spoke, trying to calm her down. “I’ll take you hands,” he said and gently, a little uncoordinated, tried to catch her hands and steady them. Even though the wounds she had were minimal, he wanted to be sure that there wasn’t anything which were still unhealed, and therefore did her best to heal any physical damage. “Letha, please,” he said, trying to steady her movements. “I’m right here,” he whispered and maneouvered his arms on top of hers in an embrace, so she hopefully would get some kind of peace or feeling om comfort. “I’m right here,” he continued to whisper, holding her close and doing everything he could to make sure she wouldn’t harm herself.

It seemed like she had calmed down quite a bit from just him being there and holding her. He listened carefully as she spoke. He had to call Killian and her phone was on the table. He caressed her carefully on the back. “Okay. I’ll have to let you go, but I’ll be right here,” he said and slowly loosened his grip around her and cupped her face for a short moment. He looked into her eyes and let his thumbs slide over her wet cheeks before he got up from his seat to grab the phone. He was cautious and listened for anything that didn’t seem like a normal behavior for her. He unlocked the phone and quickly dialed the name Killian.

“Killian Jones,” sounded the voice on the other end of the line.
“Hello. Letha asked me to call you,” he said and looked towards Letha.
“Whom am I speaking with?”
“Zadkiel. Her boyfriend,” he could hear a slow sigh on the other end.
“Yes…?”
“I think we need your help. Some guy has just been here and-” he looked a bit around. There was blood everywhere. He took a deeper breath in, “Some vampire. I didn’t catch his name,” he said and moved closer to Letha. On the other end of the line Killian cursed somewhat discreetly.
“ARTEMIS,” he yelled from wherever he was. Zadkiel moved a little away from the phone. “Where are you?”
“Are you talking to me?”
“Yes of course I’m talking to you, where are you and Letha?”
“Thunder Groove apartment four in Aston,”
“Is she in danger?”
“I don’t know”
“Is she hurting herself?”
“Was.” Once again, he could hear cursing and then a few commands. It almost sounded like he was directing someone to grab stuff for him. Zadkiel sat down next to Letha, facing her and pulled her closer. “It might happen again,” he spoke softly and caressed her as well as he could.
“Okay. Boy, make sure she doesn’t hurt herself and don’t offer her any blood. Watch out she won’t go for you,” he almost hissed the last part. Artemis and Killian would be safe, since their blood were poisonous for Letha, but as of right now, he didn’t know the species of Letha’s boyfriend. “We’ll be there shortly.”
“We?”

The phone hung up and Zadkiel put the phone down on the floor so he could wrap his arms around her. “Killian is on his way,” he whispered. “We’ll sort this out,” he said almost breathlessly.


There was no time for fooling around, and Artemis got every hard and strict word in the book being ordered around to grab different suitcases, papers and pergaments. While he directed her around, he also had his own checklist in his head collecting everything Artemis wasn’t getting. He kicked one of his suitcases onto the ground making it pop open. He put everything in his hands down and found a bag of salt in the suitcase to make a big circle which could contain everything they were bringing. The suitcase contained everything for teleportation. He then went and picked up a lever arch file folder. It hadn’t been that long since he had used it last and was therefore quick to find Letha Aetós and a bit of the DNA that he needed for the teleportation. Again, he ordered Artemis to step into the circle before he kneeled down to the suitcase. He didn’t talk much to Artemis, but before he made the final move for the teleportation, he looked up at her quite serious. “This is no game. Behave,” he almost sneered before he let them teleport.

And there they were. Right inside the living room. Killian quickly spotted the blood and shortly after the brown-haired young angel who sat behind the couch, looking up. Killian cursed underneath his breath and quickly got up from his feet and let his tall figure maneuver around the couch. He sat down in front of Letha looking directly at her, scanning her up and down. Blood patterns and searching for any sign of wounds. He cursed underneath his breath as he couldn’t find any wounds, “Did you heal her?” he asked without taking his eyes of Letha. The young angel admitted it and didn’t understand why it could be a problem. Without a word Killian let his hands find their way around her neck to lift it up and take a look at it. He mumbled underneath his breath. “Artemis, briefcase C here,” he said and let his hand get a small grab around some of Letha’s hair. “I’m sorry, Darling,” he said before he pulled the small lock of hair out of her scalp. It wasn’t more than a mere square centimeter.

Letha tried to make Killian look less serious, telling him that it wasn’t that bad, but seemingly, Letha had no clue of what was happening if he didn’t help her. No matter what, nothing was compared to this. No brain could receive all of those memories and information within half a day unless they managed to have some memory magic or manipulation mixed in. Poot Letha. He didn’t want to worry her, and therefore simply ignored the fact that she didn’t want him to look that serious. He could laugh with her when he was sure she wouldn’t turn into a vegetable.
Though he didn’t want any unserious matter to go around, he couldn’t help but chuckle a little as Letha mentioned his ex-wife being there. “It’s a long story, but it’s not my ex-wife,” he replied while he examined her and her auras.
He got the hair out. He looked her in the eyes as she asked why he hadn’t told her. For a moment he wondered what he had kept from her, but it was quite clear on her expression that she now knew that they had met before, plenty of times before her memory loss. He didn’t wish to answer her those questions right now, because he felt like he was running on low time. Shortly, he turned his attention to the briefcase which he opened and quite the things were inside it. He put the hair into a small bowl and poured a couple of liquids into the bowl before he with a simple spell started a small fire underneath the bowl. Oscar did this. Killian cursed under his breath. Damned vampire. Bad thing that Letha had been just as bad. He must be missing his company, even though it never really seemed like they got along. “Of course, it’s Oscar,”[/color] he hissed by himself and opened a little box with some powder in it he put a couple of pinches in the mixture. Letha kept on rambling about remembering everything and asking why he hadn’t told her. He frowned a little more before he opened another box to pick up a leaf. “Open up,” he said and turned to Letha, waiting her to open her mouth so he could place it on her mouth, giving her a glance that told her he would explain in a moment. “Don’t chew on it. Let it stay on the tongue,” he ordered and two gentle fingers he closed her mouth from under her chin. The leaf should help on the taste of the warm mixture and hopefully she would shut up for a moment. “Briefcase ME and SC,” he said, without even looking up at Artemis. “And the bucket of seaweed,” he added before he looked into the briefcase he already sat with. “I wanted you to have a better life. I-” he thought for a moment as he picked up a small stick from the briefcase to mix the heated mixture. “You seemed happy and while we were in the army, I didn’t have the things to help you and-” he picked up the mixture and removed the stick. “Interlock your fingers. Head back. Open up,” he said and was ready to pour the mixture into her mouth – with the leaf on her tongue.

Zadkiel had barely moved his eyes from Letha and Killian’s hands since they had started working and talking, so when the female witch placed a hand under his arm to pull him away, he quickly looked towards her, “But-” he was cut off as the witch explained that Letha could turn into a vegetable. Zadkiel therefore followed up and stood next to the witch. She was God damn tall. “Isn’t there anything I can do?” he looked over at the witch for a short moment before he looked back at his girlfriend. He certainly didn’t like to watch her like this. All of the things that were happening was something he knew of but not that he knew what they were doing. They were mixing mixtures and using spells. Nothing he knew more of than how it looked. He was ready to do anything that the witch or the warlock asked of him, as long as it could help Letha. She was the most important right now.