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Post by Dara on Sept 7, 2008 12:37:12 GMT -7
Morgan was about to protest further in his fright. The gates were closed and there was no opening then until the specter deemed he was done torturing his victims namely Morgan and Nocturne. Then he heard the second voice the one call 'stop'. Daring himself to turn around nervously he searched for the owner of the New voice, his frightened mind saw the mirror image of Nocturne, the truth taking moments to sink in.
"Uncle Gerard?" His voice trembled more in shock than fear. He knew this Man, and had trusted him. Hell even his mother trusted him and his mother trusteed no one except his own father! "wait a minute.... this was all a show" He demanded anger replacing the fear his body had possessed moments before "Was he in it?" He scowled vampire teeth showing, one fist clenched the other pointing accusingly at Nocturne
Not waiting for answers he stormed up to wards Gerard. He wasn't sure what he was going to do yet. There was nothing that could make this worse, after all the kids at school couldn't find out about this could they? "What where you thinking? This was so not funny!" He demanded snarling. He wanted to hurt Gerard but he wasn't sure how, he couldn't inform is parents due to the fact He'd be in trouble too for being out so late. "I thought you was my friend " He stood there a step away from Gerard hurt and anger showing in his eyes, for all his anger it was about as useful as a a chihuahua "I guess I was wrong"
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Post by Asphyxia on Sept 7, 2008 13:04:03 GMT -7
Suspecting he had just broken some chivalry between Morgan and himself, the raven-haired angel furrowed his brows, encountering them in a more solid, serious expression than the teasing demeanor he played with his twin. "I'm not your friend, I'm your uncle." Gerard balanced his foot on the ground, stomping it to claim command of title. He was now blatantly responding towards Morgan like an overprotective father, since the oblivious teenager had no idea who he was dealing with by just hanging out with Nocturne. "The show was for that... disgrace of nature," with a few brief words, Gerard's stare turned out cold, glaring at what he called his spawn of a twin. His arms snaked around his figure, cradling to grasp a hold of each other for balance. "A--" the man was about to continue, when he suddenly realized it was exceptionally late and Morgan was outside, only being fourteen. His eyebrows, as an immediate reaction, effervesced into a scowling furrow. "What are you doing out this late at night?" Despite the effort in remaining his tone low and soft, he couldn't help but to with hold his pretense that he was being just as overprotective as he was with Brian, which made an ominous expression perplex the rest of his features, draining his color to a more sickly complex. Trying to shake his head indifferently, he hovered his glowering stare towards Nocturne. "What are you doing with the boy?" The soft-bass was immediately infuriated and scathing.
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Post by Dara on Sept 7, 2008 13:18:06 GMT -7
Morgan opened his mouth then closed it again in pure fury. "Thats right your not my friend. I Doubt you ever where... Just another adults trick" Morgan seethed softly. Friends didnt play pranks on there friends even if it was a pretty awesome trick "Not like you can tell my parents, as Id have to tell them what you did...Now will the Gates open?" He demanded knowing hed never attack Gerard because of who he was, Hed just never trust him after tonight.
He took two steps back as if he was protecting Nocturne
" This man was protecting me, helping me win a bet, unlike you, you are the curse of the graveyard Gerard" He spat Gerards name out like it tasted something foul. " He is protecting me from you, you disgrace of Nature" He threw Gerards own words against him.
No he couldnt hurt his uncle but hed try and have the last words in this war of words.
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Post by Asphyxia on Sept 12, 2008 5:29:56 GMT -7
As if someone had abruptly captured Gerard's attention by sending a fierce slap to his angelic face, the raven-haired angel's eyes wildly turned towards Morgan, shifting from side to side, registering his words to see if he was either hallucinating or imagining his own nephew speaking these kinds of words towards him. His alabaster skin turned a more sickly color of faint green, glowing his tone into a more granite color. The angel looked like he was about to puke, but he kept his poise in great hold, twisting his foot against the ground underneath him, digging a small hole. His feet scuffed a little indifferently, trying to dissipate the fury clenching his fists indignantly, letting it go with a sudden sigh, cradling his arms back around himself, hugging his figure more this time than before. With a acid glower, his look shook off the cold embrace, pacing back slowly to Morgan. "No." He answered his question bitterly about the gates opening. He wasn't about to let his own nephew--who he worked hard to take care of--just let it all to waste. "Especially not with him," an alabaster, slender finger picked up to point quietly at the mirroring stare a few feet in front of him.
Nocturne's furious scowl slowly ebbed back into a slanted smirk, his eyes pondering for a little, hiding the essence of hesitation he had in his arms. Gradually, Nocturne turned his head to the side, his mouth puckering to spit out saliva from his mouth unto the ground as if tasting something disgusting and non-appeasing. "..." Suddenly, the man broke into a mad snicker, almost cackling loudly and slapped his hand several of times fervently across the air, holding his stomach for any pain. "Are you kidding!?" He asked incredulously to the teenage boy. "Me? Protecting you?! Yeah... right. Good one, kid. I was luring you as bait while I made my escape," a sudden turnover of Nocturne's expression seemed almost cynical and mental. He was being serious about the statement, he could care less especially about a boy. "I had nothing to do with his act... I didn't know he'd put up a show to get me away from this underground city." Innocently, Nocturne's hard gaze locked upon his twin. "I never knew you hated me this much..."
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Post by Asphyxia on Sept 12, 2008 5:30:52 GMT -7
As if someone had abruptly captured Gerard's attention by sending a fierce slap to his angelic face, the raven-haired angel's eyes wildly turned towards Morgan, shifting from side to side, registering his words to see if he was either hallucinating or imagining his own nephew speaking these kinds of words towards him. His alabaster skin turned a more sickly color of faint green, glowing his tone into a more granite color. The angel looked like he was about to puke, but he kept his poise in great hold, twisting his foot against the ground underneath him, digging a small hole. His feet scuffed a little indifferently, trying to dissipate the fury clenching his fists indignantly, letting it go with a sudden sigh, cradling his arms back around himself, hugging his figure more this time than before. With a acid glower, his look shook off the cold embrace, pacing back slowly to Morgan. "No." He answered his question bitterly about the gates opening. He wasn't about to let his own nephew--who he worked hard to take care of--just let it all to waste. "Especially not with him," an alabaster, slender finger picked up to point quietly at the mirroring stare a few feet in front of him.
Nocturne's furious scowl slowly ebbed back into a slanted smirk, his eyes pondering for a little, hiding the essence of hesitation he had in his arms. Gradually, Nocturne turned his head to the side, his mouth puckering to spit out saliva from his mouth unto the ground as if tasting something disgusting and non-appeasing. "..." Suddenly, the man broke into a mad snicker, almost cackling loudly and slapped his hand several of times fervently across the air, holding his stomach for any pain. "Are you kidding!?" He asked incredulously to the teenage boy. "Me? Protecting you?! Yeah... right. Good one, kid. I was luring you as bait while I made my escape," a sudden turnover of Nocturne's expression seemed almost cynical and mental. He was being serious about the statement, he could care less especially about a boy. "I had nothing to do with his act... I didn't know he'd put up a show to get me away from this underground city." Innocently, Nocturne's hard gaze locked upon his twin. "I never knew you hated me this much..."
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Post by Dara on Sept 12, 2008 9:31:24 GMT -7
Morgan looked from one twin to the other, hating both trusting neither. "So is that it, Im your prisoner Gerard until you two are done with your silly games....?" He demanded glaring at Gerard with dark hating eyes "From him I half expected it...I guess being his twin you're as tainted as he is, " He scowled softly walking backward towards the gates "Now let me go Home Gerard..After all do you want me caught for being out so late... " He added, the last eleven words dripped with ice cold scarasm.
Underneath this guise of anger and hate, he was upset, he wanted the comforting presance of his father, swearing he'd be better behaved after this, a better student at suvival magicks too. He wouldnt bug his sister either, if this was how it was to truely hate your sibling, this was a lesson in life and in no circumstances did he hate Lenix,,, sure they had fights who didnt, and hed never confess it but he loved his big sister.
It was frustrating, He had no way until Gerard allowed it. Testing the gates one last time prooved that. And if he got caught being out this late then he'd heap the blame mentally of course on his uncle, for keeping him here against his will. But now all he could do was wait this one out,wait till they'd finished their 'games'.
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Post by Asphyxia on Sept 12, 2008 21:23:40 GMT -7
"You selfish..." Gerard began to mumble the rest, tagging it along the soft mutter he barely made audible. His eyes, instead of keeping the glowering scent of hatred towards Nocturne for being so sophomoric, his angelic, beautiful, green hues lowered morosely. The essence of an irked expression was absent, no trace of being vexed surfaced his eyebrows or his body language as he slowly walked towards the grand, black, steel gates that enclosed the cemetery, his dome. If he only knew... The raven-haired saint didn't have time to explain; the patience to endure, nor the meaning to carry on. The adoration that was permanently clung into his emotions, the love that was engraved into his heart was too fortified to let his dear nephew down now at this point. Of course, Gerard never expected Morgan, of all people, to be included in his macabre demeanor, especially on the night of his grand opening to scare his evil twin off his world. Everything stopped making sense as he found himself keeping furtive stare with the steel bars, his hand slowly praising the encrusted handles with lightning movements, quick to open the gate. With any other word, any other glance, any other emotion, he shoved himself into the corner of the gate to let Morgan and Nocturne out. "Goodbye." The man barely muttered, his voice faltering, crushed.
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Post by Dara on Sept 13, 2008 0:29:09 GMT -7
Morgan watched him with warily as Gerard approached the gates. He was a little shocked that hed scored this minor victory. Watching until the gates had opened before casting a glance towards Nocturne. "Dont worry Im not going home with him" He told Gerard as he walked over ready to claim his freedom, and despite his anger and annoyance he wanted to offer a little reassurance. There was something in the look Gerard had given him , that had shown him he needed it.
Looking at Gerard he offered up a ghost of a smile. Now he could leave he simply didnt want too."Do you really hate him that much?That you'd do all this... Neat trick though" He didnt expect answers to his curiosty.Nor was he going to hang around to wait, he didnt need Gerard changing his mind about letting him go.
"I guess you do... Goodnight Uncle Gerard" Now he'd regained his freedom, he wasnt as angry any more, just curious.Plus he did need to get home before he was discovered missing by either parent.So he set off, walking when he wanted to run towards home.
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Post by Asphyxia on Sept 22, 2008 7:20:43 GMT -7
For his sake, the raven-haired beauty ignored what Morgan had declared at first to relieve him of his worry. His eyes were still stamped on the graveyards, his lips thinned, his eyebrows furrowed to denote that Morgan had really outdid himself with insults. Once the teenage boy kept pressing on about what Gerard had once cleared about his twin, his eyes widened in confusion by hearing the simple statement of complimenting him. What was the boy getting at now? First he insults him and now he compliments him. Was it the freedom Gerard had relinquished? Still, he was insubordinate to speak to his nephew until it got quiet. His green hues traced back the tread of his footsteps, watching Nocturne block the way by following the smile boy, which made his lips pressed and a growl vibrate in his lungs. "Nocturne, don't you--" he was cut off by the sickening, gray-colored fingers, a hushing sound hissing from the twin's lips. "I will go my way." Were the last comforting words the mirroring man snickered before pressing his lips to the raven-haired beauty and scampering away, tagging subtly behind Morgan. Gerard gave a disgusted look, horrified by his the spawn's action and slammed the gates together, rubbing his arms against his pale, pink lips as if to keep the taste away.
With a smug smile, the older-looking raven-haired man walked surreptitiously next to the boy, his hands behind his back except for one that gently perched on Morgan's shoulder. "Where are you headed, boy?"
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Post by Dara on Sept 22, 2008 7:54:14 GMT -7
Morgan, who'd been about half way home, was cursing his foolish pride. If hed run hed be home right now, his parents non the wiser about his nocturnal wanderings. Now he had Nocturne to deal with all over again. He had no wish to deal with either Way Twin, but Wh did it have to behim He'd shivered slightly hearing Nocturne's voice, feeling his head touch his shoulder.
"Why should I tell you?" Morgan demanded softly trying to free himself from the older male. He bit back a retort realising now was the not the time to call Nocturne Names "Dont tell me you're running away from Gerard I thought you guys would still be fighting, Or did he win already?" He challenged clearly thinking Gerard was the stronger of the two, after all hed set uup that show and Nocturne had been as afraid as Morgan had been.
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Post by Asphyxia on Sept 25, 2008 19:05:12 GMT -7
Instead of reacting skeptically to this bitter snap, Nocturne's expressions smoothed smug, his lips playing into a smirk, satisfied with himself more than anything. "Oh, don't be so sure... after all, you're with me. I'm guessing he lost." A snicker could only escape his frosty, gray lips before they curled into a more psychotic grin. Nocturne felt the greatness of taunting the horror in the boy's face, making his body feel warm. His eyes already expected the reaction, causing his hand to instinctively enclose around Morgan's shoulder, keeping him yanked in his harness. Considering his inhuman strength and being an adult, a little bit more of an advantage passed on to his siding, granting the futile demeanor that had effervesced into quick reaction. "Which makes it all the better for you to confess." Whispering words whistled through Morgan's ears, the gray lips pressed softly next to them, creating the turmoil tension even greater for his entertainment.
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Post by Dara on Sept 25, 2008 19:56:52 GMT -7
Gerard couldnt lose, could he? Somewhat unwittingly hed become the teens idol, in the sence Morgan wanted to be as strong and as sleek as his Uncle. As well as being comfortable with who he was, ,Homosexuality and all . "Maybe He just let you go!" He smirked tring to act confidant and sounding cocky, after all Morgan would have given anything to have been someplace other than here with Nocturne alone and so far unable to escape this creature of the night,. Morgan seemed happy with the simple explanation that Gerard had simply got bored with this creature and let him go.
~Uncle Gerard~ Morgan hated using Telepathy it always made his head hurt like most Magic did but he didnt care he needed help He wasnt even sure if the Raven Haired Saint would answer him. Even if he was still annoyed at said help for scaring him half to death and now Nocturne was trying to scare the other half of him to death and doing a great job of doing so.
Morgan's fangs extended slowly, gleaming in the moonlight, as he tried to think of some quick attack, to enable him to escape. He just needed to get close maybe to bite his adversary or simply to kick him in a senstive area. "I have nothing to confess and defiantly not to you, Plus you dont scare me, you aint no bogey man". He decided biting would be his best opntion, after all judging on the closeness Nocturne insisted on getting so close then a swift kick before running away. Now he had a plan he did feel justa little bit braver.
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Post by Asphyxia on Sept 26, 2008 5:32:18 GMT -7
Unfortunate for Morgan that Nocturne had a little bit more perks and advantages than his teenage opponent. Nocturne wasn't aware either of the teenager's sexual orientation and that maybe or eventually, he'd enjoy the touch. Swiftly, in a matter within seconds, Nocturne's hands snaked around Morgan's figure, cradling him into his arms, pressing him backwards against the older man's chest. "I do like them feisty... don't taunt me." The raven-haired spawn warned and it would be an unfortunate mistake for Morgan. He would probably lose whatever he had left of his virginity faster than Nocturne had intended in the first place. Smooth skin subtly rubbed over the teenage vampire's cheek and face structure, keeping him locked in a permanent glance to the side so he wouldn't have a chance escaping with a simple bite that would turn the older man on. "Your dear Gerard," his bony finger slowly slipped under Morgan's jawline, tracing up his cheekbones and the lines and curves of his lips, snatching away promptly towards jet-black locks on his head, "will not come to just save you..."
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Post by Dara on Sept 26, 2008 12:58:12 GMT -7
In those first few fluid moments, when Morgan found himself cradled against the raven- haired devil he knew all thoughts of escape where lost. His fate sent a shiver or two down his spine, guessing what Nocturne was planning he knew he was afraid, afraid to be raped and the fact he was still a virgin and apart from the basics he didnt know what to expect.
"You must be desperate to be doing this, But then who'd be your boyfriend you're a freak" He spat in he cool white face of his enemy, Despite the warning not to taunt, Morgan's anger was the only thing he had left to stop himself begging to be let go, his anger would be his strength and prehaps a second enemy in itself.
Morgan himself didnt have a bofriend yet, nor had he been open about his orientation with his family. Lenix knew of course but then she'd always been his keeper of secrets but she wouldnt even learn of tonights events.
"I dont expect Gerard to come rescue me " He answered cooily a second set of shivers ran down his spine as Nocturne stroked his face, trying to bite his finger as it came close to his fangs, annoyed as he missed, and Nocturne moved on to to stroke his soft hair. ~I just wanted him too~ He thought to himself being careful to block the thought from his adversary, wanting to give none of his inner self away.
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Post by Asphyxia on Sept 27, 2008 15:04:25 GMT -7
As an immediate reaction, Nocturne pressed his body firmly against the tall teenager. "I like dirty speak, too..." in the small whisper, the hint of seduction in his voice became more prodigious prior to the hiss tone he kept before. His lips were still pressed against the young boy, praising and taking in the scent that was so wildly hindering his sanity, effervescing the little poise that had been built in for a small while. What did it matter, though? His arms were already imprisoning Morgan, the lock threading violently to keep him in his clutch, to feel his skin, to feel the warmth that relieved his stomach whenever he heard Morgan speak. Of course Nocturne was a pedophile; mostly sadistic, though. He just wanted to hear the poor boy caught in his demeanor to scream. It'd be the new music to his ears, the new tasteful satisfaction to his dry mouth. His vast arms smoothed down through the boys chest, dangerously close to lowering down in forbidden places that didn't belong to him, when the thought hit the older man's eyelids, making them shudder casually. "This does mean you're my nephew, too..." his tone was teasing, his lips slanted into a smirk, satisfied enough with the thought that, not only was the boy a minor, but he was considered something along the lines of his family because he claimed to be Gerard's nephew.
But to Morgan's relief, a cringe of pain released the boy out of the spawn's clutches, the taller man shuddering to the floor, fangs exposed and expression puckered sourly, just in vast pain. The silhouette of the man that mirrored the man writhing in pain on the floor materialized from the shadows, the granite skin sparkling in the dim, faded, silvery light of the moon's touch. His arms had been extended, prodding the man's pain further, triggering convulsion-esque thrusts. "Run along, Morgan..." Gerard's voice soothed soft-bass cooed flatly in the acidic night, turning his pale, green hues to the man on the floor, dragging him along the dark night's tread back to the cemetery.
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