Some time ago I joined a vampire roleplay at another roleplay site and created two characters for it. Kuroryu is one of them, and this is what happened to him in the past (if the roleplay timeline is the ‘now’) and thus the reason why he goes by another name in the present. He is that type of gentle Vampire Chronicles’s Louis type of person that has experienced a large amount of darkness.

Synopsis: Sometimes, the thing you most want to escape from will come back to haunt you now and then.

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To him, time had stopped at that moment. Or rather, time froze. And all he could see was the pair of wide green eyes staring right at him with panic. The dear little face that he loved was pale and fixed in an expression of terror, as a cold steel blade danced close to his delicate neck.

“Well well well. Where have you been, Kuroryu? Out murdering the innocents again?” The man holding onto the sword, wearing a face that called out so many emotions, said mockingly. “So busy that you don’t have the time to entertain me?”

He looked down at his hands and clothes, still covered with the blood of the filthy humans that he had killed. He had forgotten to clean himself in his hurry to get to his little precious. The child’s scream brought back the feelings of fear, and he threw everything else out of his mind immediately to reach his one true treasure.

“Ryu-sama…”

He looked up at the boy when he heard the whimper. It was easy to tell that young blond was frightened, and trying hard not to let it show. He caught lovely one’s eyes and promised silently that things would be fine soon.

Straightening up, he stared directly at the man who was starting to look bored, “What brought you here, Rukas?”

Rukas smirked, a simple action that just added to the dark charm of his face, “Why, can’t I even visit my dear son now? It saddens me so that you care so little about me. Perhaps it’s the fault of this pretty little imp here? Should I take him away?”

“He’s mine, Rukas.” Ryu’s voice deepened with threat. “Let him go.”

“Obviously he’s yours.” Rukas rolled his eyes, “And obviously, I’m not going to let him go. Not just yet, anyway.”

Dark eyes narrowed as Ryu glared at the man who adopted him. “What do you want? How will you let him go?”

Rukas smiled, his golden eyes intent on his adopted son, “You know what I want.”

Ryu did know, and even if he did not, he could have guessed from the way his ‘father’ was looking at him. And he knew he would give it, even though his insides were crawling with revulsion. He did not dare not take the risk, not this time. He was intimately familiar with the ruthless way Rukas did things with, and he did not want to think of what Rukas would do to his little one.

Unfortunately, Rukas knew that too.

“How obedient.” The elder man murmured, and he withdrew the sword in a gentlemanly manner. “It’s both amusing and worrying, how you care so much for this one.”

Ryu did not answer, as he was busy reassuring the boy in his arms that it was not his fault. The lovely one kept wanting to blame himself, but Ryu would have none of that. Gently, he coaxed the child to go back to his room and take a nice long nap, and despite his reluctance, the young one did as told.

He waited until the small figure was out of sight before he spoke, “It is not all that different, the way I care about him and the way you won’t let go of me.”

“Is it?” Rukas cocked an eyebrow thoughtfully, and his lips pulled into a wide smile. “Perhaps you’re right. But one day you may get bored of him. One day he will grow old and realize that you haven’t aged at all. One day he may find out about the nights and your blood-drinking. But me, I know you, and I’ll never be bored of you. Isn’t that right, my child?”

Willingly stepping between Rukas’s open arms though he felt like he had just stepped into the cage he had tried to so hard to escape from, Ryu sighed. “Yes, my master.”