The Hunger That Binds Us

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The wooden floor creaked under the pressure of his footsteps. A hollow sound of a cane tapping on the walls was echoing through the corridor. Elaris knew this place pretty well but that didn't seem to matter. The old man led him like a lamb to slaughter, all too happy about it too.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He wasn't planning on coming back but knowing that Lain already got himself introduced to Mena, he couldn't take the risk of ignoring the invitation. His lack of cooperation could've negatively affected her and that was the last thing he wanted. Besides, he could suck it up and just speak with them for a few minutes. It's not like he was running out of time in this life.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The place was dark and if not for his heightened senses, tripping over a crumbled rug was more than plausible. It always bothered him there how they simply refused to live like normal people do. Boarded up windows, heavy cloth pinned and glued to the glass instead of curtains that would've looked much more pleasant. No light, no fresh air, dust choking the rats and spiders living in more luxury than anyone else. A true nightmare.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Ahh, look who decided to visit." The old, well known voice rang in Elaris' ears as he stepped into the room. The tiles were still as rusted with blood as the last time he paid him a visit.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ But at least the pile of bodies disappeared.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Not like I had much choice." He smiled bitterly, crossing his arms. "What do you want?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Oh I was just curious how you fixed your little... Mishap."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I don't recall one."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "The girl." Lain loomed over him from behind, his breath carrying the stench of whisky and blood. Alcohol and metal seemed to suit him all too well as a combination.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Elaris tensed up. The girl. He was obviously messin with his own rules. Going against something he tried to hold them up to. No witness, no problem. But he was not getting rid of this witness. Against everything he set up in his life, he was not capable of hurting Mena.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I trust her. And the girl is non of your fucking concern." He slipped a lighter out of his pocket, flicking it open.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Oh your new feeder?" Lain chuckled, lighting up his cigarette against the flame opened by Elaris. "As if she can actually survive you in the long run. So delicate, fragile... Poor thing will be drained in no time."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I know how to take care of her, thanks."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Do you? Mirabel seemed pretty done with you after a few months of pleasing your desires." He wrapped his arm around Elaris' shoulders leaning into his ear. "I can't wait to see you lose control on her and then crawl back here swallowed by grief and guilt. Because we both know that's what awaits."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I'm not an animal like you, Lain."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Are you sure? That boy Jesper sure experienced a very wild side of yours." He chuckled, stepping away from Elaris.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Messing with his head was always a part of this game. The Shadow only stayed sat in his comfortable chair, watching them silently, satisfied with every word spilling from Lain's lips. It was normal. At least here. It was part of this whole fucked up family. Although calling them a family was rather insulting.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Elaris lit his cigarette and took a long drag out of it, looking across the room at the Shadow. Still, calm, cold. Could've been dead for all he cared. But then he noticed him move slightly and that dream crumbled.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Trust her, huh? That's cute." The Shadow stood up from his seat, his steps slow and almost menacing in a way. "And what happened to all your hate? To all the fear? A silly girl walked by and you forgot all about the rage they used to trigger?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Stop talking like I'm you. They never-"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Oh stop with this act, Masai. I have known you since it all started. I knew you when you needed a place to crawl to after Mirabel. I fed you when you starved. Don't stand here bullshitting me that there is no rage within you." The cold hand grabbed his cheeks, squeezing them brutally. "My child, you're no better than me."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "He likes to think he is." Lain scoffed, leaning on the wall, the smoke spilling from his lips lazily was only making him look more cocky and annoying. "Some chosen one that could bypass his nature."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Shut up, Lap Dog." Elaris hissed, pushing away the hand of the Shadow. "I might not be the chosen one but I am better than you all. I can at least keep my thirst at check around those I care about."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Oh you care about the little one?" The Shadow smirked, patting Elaris' cheek. "Can't wait to meet my new granddaughter then."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Elaris took in a sharp breath, his fang digging into his tongue. He knew better than to show how soft he was in front of his grandfather. He knew so much better.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ And yet he slipped. 

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!