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Skylar remained sat on the floor as James explained a little further. All these strong words about letting Homelander do things…was James really admitting he had control over the hybrid? That he had the great and powerful Homelander on some kind of leash? The very idea seemed impossible. While Skylar could clearly see they had a strong connection and were obviously lovers, he was surprised to hear of just how much reach and depth that connection went. Of course there would be the maker’s bond…but Skylar wasn’t sure if even that could stop Homelander if he really lost his temper.

But James seemed so confident. That the very idea of Homelander attacking their kind was pure insanity and stupidity. It fascinated the younger vampire. James’ trust, unwavering. That to question Homelander and his motives was just stupid. Skylar knew so many who would disagree. “You have a lot of faith in him. I hope it never becomes a mistake.” Skylar muttered, brows furrowed. “It’s true, I don’t understand a lot of what’s going on here between you and him. But what I do know is that in his own way, he’s soft and sweet on you compared to others. You have to see how it looks by you defending him as you are. At least from an outsider’s perspective.” He continued, his tone calm. He wasn’t trying to piss James off again, only attempting to explain how things looked to him.

Skylar’s eyes widened when James told him he couldn’t leave, that he wasn’t trusted to make matters worse. His stomach sank as his fate was sealed. He didn’t try to argue or fight, but rather waited in anticipation for James to strike and for him to be no more. However, as James continued and revealed he wanted Skylar to stay, to learn while being under the elder’s protection, the younger vampire blinked in pure confusion. Yet he didn’t interrupt and let James say all he wanted to say, for the first time truly listening. Of course, this proposal just opened up another line of questions for Skylar, questions he was sure James would answer in time. But he was right about one thing: his offer would be far better than whatever Homelander would have in mind. So he wasn’t going to throw this second chance away. Besides, how bad could it be.

His gaze followed James as he moved, watched as he leaned down. It was ironic how the elder seemed to have such confidence whenever Homelander wasn’t around, no more being reduced to a blushing, flustered mess…but actually proving true to his elder vampire status. Wanting to guide the younger. The inexperienced. As the hand was offered to him, Skylar hesitated for a moment before reaching out and taking it with his own which was covered in rings, and stood to his feet. “So…I’m not allowed to leave, and just…what, roam the tower all day? Last I recall, this was a Superhero company, not a hotel. Besides, I don’t even have any of my stuff or clothes.” Skylar said with a shrug.

He had no idea what James was planning. Last thing he expected was to be somewhat grounded, somewhat adopted. He thought he’d be nothing more than a pile of ashes by now. Yet clearly James had plans for him, plans that he wasn’t fully set on currently, however he’d play along if it delayed any form of execution. Especially with the sun rising in a few hours time. These were the most dangerous hours for vampires. He could easily get kicked out right as the sun came up. “Speaking of which, what is it you do here anyway, besides prowling the streets under Homelander’s command, that is. I mean, you got to admit that Vought Tower is an odd choice for a vampire’s lair.” The kid had calmed down considerably, his curiosity taking over as he wanted to try and understand what a vampire could do in a Supe world.

Still, the fact that Skylar was with one of his own gave him a strange sense of comfort. James was older and wiser, and no doubt would be a pain in the ass, yet at least was better company than what he was used to. If the elder was willing to teach, the least Skylar could do was try and learn. Course, when it came to Homelander, it would take lifetimes before he’d trust the Supe, his mind was already set on that. But jury was out when it came to James. He had this air about him, this charm, this calm that Skylar hadn’t experienced before. That and James was the eldest vampire Skylar had ever met. He would be a very useful ally, one to learn from. Something he’d never ever had.

One minute Skylar was rattling on about helping James to get away from Homelander, for him to be free from the bastard’s control. And the next minute, he was on his ass having been smacked with such force he went flying backwards. Skylar lay there for a moment before sitting up, leaning back on his hands. He stared at James wide eyed and in total shock over what had just happened. He couldn’t even think of anything to say, couldn’t even curse the elder out for what he’d just done. He was completely frozen just staring, acting as if he was under another thrall. His cheek had turned bright red from the force of the slap, however it slowly began to fade and within moments was gone entirely, though he still felt it. He couldn’t recall the last time anyone had ever hit him like that. Sure, he’d been in fights and brawls, but nothing like this. Skylar felt like a child being scalded by an angry parent. It was…odd.

As James stepped forward, Skylar instinctively shuffled back, eyes still wide like a deer caught in headlights. He swallowed hard as he stared at the elder, his commanding tone filling the room and ringing in the younger vampires ears. Skylar had crossed a line, that much was obvious. At first he thought James’ devotion was flawed and forced. Yet as he explained, Skylar couldn’t sense nor pick up any half truths or lies. James’ words were genuine and true. He really did love the monster. So much so that he was fiercely protective over him, not even allowing anything bad to be said. Skylar didn’t understand…he didn’t want to. While he didn’t know James particularly well just yet, the lovebirds seemed like a rather unlikely match. James, calm and collected. Organised. And Homelander…spontaneous, unpredictable. Dangerous. It didn’t make sense, yet James’ demeanour gave no room for objection. Skylar wasn’t about to push his luck even more.

Again, he backed up as James came close, unsure of what the elder might do. He could easily attack and kill him, Skylar far weaker and inexperienced. He was half expecting to die a second time, though was surprised when James didn’t attack again, clearly having made his point. The kid gave a nod, though there was still a look of confusion on his face, especially when James mentioned that he created Homelander. What the fuck did that mean? Surely…no. It couldn’t be. “Wh-What do you mean you…created him?” Skylar asked, his tone far softer. Almost childlike as if the very question itself would get him killed. “You…created a hybrid? I-I didn’t think that was possible. It shouldn’t be. He’s still alive. I heard his heartbeat.” The younger vampire was more musing aloud than anything else, being careful about what he said and did so as not to piss off the elder even more. He stayed put on the floor, palms flat against the floor as his arms supported him upright, but that was as far as he moved.

Skylar fell silent then, accepting his defeat. His bad boy facade all but evaporated revealing the vulnerable kid underneath. He’d been well and truly put in his place. Despite his thoughts on Homelander, he was now very much aware that the topic was off limits around James, at least in a negative light. “How…do you know he’s not a threat to everyone? That he won’t be driven mad with bloodlust and start slaughtering humans and vampires?” Skylar asked as he quickly held up a hand. “Before you slap me again, I’m not accusing. I’m genuinely asking. If you two are together then that means you’re safe. You don’t need to worry, but what about the rest of us?” Skylar simply couldn’t understand James’ complete trust and faith in the Supe. He’d seen things, evidence of Homelander’s dark side and the fucked up shit he’d done in the past. Giving someone like that even more power just didn’t sit right with Skylar. It terrified him.

“Look…Homelander is a sensitive topic, I get it. I’d be insane to try and go after him so you can rest easy. I’m not that suicidal. You’ve made your point. So, I think it would be best for all of us if I just go back where I came from, out of your hair. I’ll keep my mouth shut with regards to you and Frankenstein’s monster, and we’ll just pretend this didn’t happen. Alright?” Skylar’s tone was still soft, not quite pleading but not cocky either. Frankly, he just wanted out of this situation as quickly as possible. “You’ll never see me again. I’ll keep out of your turf, find a new place to hunt.” He added, trying to sweeten the deal. James didn’t come across as the bloodthirsty type that Homelander was. If the elder wanted him dead, he would be. The fact he wasn’t meant there was a slim chance he’d make it out of this alive. “Like he said, my fate is in your hands. I’m not gonna run. If you want to kill me, fine. It’s not like I could stop you anyway.”

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One minute Skylar was rattling on about helping James to get away from Homelander, for him to be free from the bastard’s control. And the next minute, he was on his ass having been smacked with such force he went flying backwards. Skylar lay there for a moment before sitting up, leaning back on his hands. He stared at James wide eyed and in total shock over what had just happened. He couldn’t even think of anything to say, couldn’t even curse the elder out for what he’d just done. He was completely frozen just staring, acting as if he was under another thrall. His cheek had turned bright red from the force of the slap, however it slowly began to fade and within moments was gone entirely, though he still felt it. He couldn’t recall the last time anyone had ever hit him like that. Sure, he’d been in fights and brawls, but nothing like this. Skylar felt like a child being scalded by an angry parent. It was…odd.

As James stepped forward, Skylar instinctively shuffled back, eyes still wide like a deer caught in headlights. He swallowed hard as he stared at the elder, his commanding tone filling the room and ringing in the younger vampires ears. Skylar had crossed a line, that much was obvious. At first he thought James’ devotion was flawed and forced. Yet as he explained, Skylar couldn’t sense nor pick up any half truths or lies. James’ words were genuine and true. He really did love the monster. So much so that he was fiercely protective over him, not even allowing anything bad to be said. Skylar didn’t understand…he didn’t want to. While he didn’t know James particularly well just yet, the lovebirds seemed like a rather unlikely match. James, calm and collected. Organised. And Homelander…spontaneous, unpredictable. Dangerous. It didn’t make sense, yet James’ demeanour gave no room for objection. Skylar wasn’t about to push his luck even more.

Again, he backed up as James came close, unsure of what the elder might do. He could easily attack and kill him, Skylar far weaker and inexperienced. He was half expecting to die a second time, though was surprised when James didn’t attack again, clearly having made his point. The kid gave a nod, though there was still a look of confusion on his face, especially when James mentioned that he created Homelander. What the fuck did that mean? Surely…no. It couldn’t be. “Wh-What do you mean you…created him?” Skylar asked, his tone far softer. Almost childlike as if the very question itself would get him killed. “You…created a hybrid? I-I didn’t think that was possible. It shouldn’t be. He’s still alive. I heard his heartbeat.” The younger vampire was more musing aloud than anything else, being careful about what he said and did so as not to piss off the elder even more. He stayed put on the floor, palms flat against the floor as his arms supported him upright, but that was as far as he moved.

Skylar fell silent then, accepting his defeat. His bad boy facade all but evaporated revealing the vulnerable kid underneath. He’d been well and truly put in his place. Despite his thoughts on Homelander, he was now very much aware that the topic was off limits around James, at least in a negative light. “How…do you know he’s not a threat to everyone? That he won’t be driven mad with bloodlust and start slaughtering humans and vampires?” Skylar asked as he quickly held up a hand. “Before you slap me again, I’m not accusing. I’m genuinely asking. If you two are together then that means you’re safe. You don’t need to worry, but what about the rest of us?” Skylar simply couldn’t understand James’ complete trust and faith in the Supe. He’d seen things, evidence of Homelander’s dark side and the fucked up shit he’d done in the past. Giving someone like that even more power just didn’t sit right with Skylar. It terrified him.

“Look…Homelander is a sensitive topic, I get it. I’d be insane to try and go after him so you can rest easy. I’m not that suicidal. You’ve made your point. So, I think it would be best for all of us if I just go back where I came from, out of your hair. I’ll keep my mouth shut with regards to you and Frankenstein’s monster, and we’ll just pretend this didn’t happen. Alright?” Skylar’s tone was still soft, not quite pleading but not cocky either. Frankly, he just wanted out of this situation as quickly as possible. “You’ll never see me again. I’ll keep out of your turf, find a new place to hunt.” He added, trying to sweeten the deal. James didn’t come across as the bloodthirsty type that Homelander was. If the elder wanted him dead, he would be. The fact he wasn’t meant there was a slim chance he’d make it out of this alive. “Like he said, my fate is in your hands. I’m not gonna run. If you want to kill me, fine. It’s not like I could stop you anyway.”

Homelander knew how he affected James. He knew it all too well by now. He didn’t even have to look at the vamp to know those green eyes were staring, dazed and love struck. It was all the more reason that the Supe ensured to give a good show. Not just to scare the undead life from Skylar, but to show James exactly why he fell in love in the first place. If he knew his lover was watching, he would always put on his best performance. Anything to make the vamp blush and act all a flutter.

“I won’t accept any apologies from you, James. You did what you had to, and frankly you went about it a better way than I would have.” Homelander stated with a quick glance in the vamp’s direction. While James’ gaze was always on him, his was locked on Skylar. Staring the kid down, intimidating him. But also showing just how deeply his and James’ connection went. He knew James was by his side even without having to look, he felt his presence. His shadow. His right hand man. Never too far away.

Homelander eased back from Skylar, eyes returning to normal as he calmed back down. He fell silent for a moment, drawing it out as he titled his head. “Let’s be clear here, Skylar: while your attempts at standing up for yourself are admirable, they’re also incredibly stupid. You need to understand you’re not getting out of this room unless James or I want you to. You can whine and curse all you want, lash out, whatever…but that’ll only further seal your fate.” He explained firmly, hoping his words would sink in to that thick skull of the younger vampire. “You clearly have the brains to…style yourself in such an outlandish and frankly quite ridiculous way. I’m sure you also have the brains to know when to shut the fuck up and listen.”

Homelander took a deep breath, falling silent once more as he contemplated. He then gave a nod as if agreeing to something that wasn’t even said aloud. “Frankly, I don’t give a fuck what happens to you, kid. Given that James here is an elder among vampires, I say it’s fair to let him make the call.” He said, turning to James with a smile. “Whatever he decides will have my full support.” Gaze then focused back on Skylar. “That being said, if James decides to spare your annoying existence, I hope you don’t waste it. Because if I hear that you’ve been giving James hassle, I won’t hesitate to drain you fucking dry myself.” He let that sink in as he leaned in close to Skylar once more. His expression was serious, eyes dangerous and an unnatural bluish red. “Do I make myself clear?”

After a moment, Homelander eased back again and rolled his shoulders. His demeanour once again changed in an instant as he calmed and smiled. “Good. Glad this little matter is settled. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m needed elsewhere.” He stated. “Skylar, I’d say it was a pleasure but that would be a lie. If I ever see you again, it better be for a good fucking reason.” He shot the kid a glare before turning his back on him. His attention then focused entirely on James, expression softening. “As for you sweetheart, it’s always a pleasure. Makes my days all the better seeing you.” He grinned, pulling James close and kissing him deeply. He wanted to make the kid sick, wanted to piss him off and ruffle feathers just like he’d done to his lover.

After a rather long and exaggerated moment, Homelander eased back with a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eye as he stared at James. A gloved hand rose up, index finger trailing over his brat’s cheek. “I’ll see you later. You can fill me in then.” His tone was soft, words a warm murmur. His behaviour clearly reserved for James and him alone. He leaned in and stole another soft kiss before breaking away. Giving James one last warm smile, Homelander strode out the meeting room and was out of sight within moments, gone to tend to other matters.

Leaving James and Skylar alone once more. And the kid’s fate entirely in the elder vampire’s hands.

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Skylar didn’t know what to make of Homelander anymore. While he suspected there was more to the guy than what was shown on tv or spoken about in magazines, he never expected this. He was completely unhinged, a maniac. Spontaneous. And somehow part vampire?! That made him even more dangerous and all the more confused as to why James was so loyal to someone like that. Unless it wasn’t by choice. Some trap or spell maybe?

Except when Skylar was freed from the thrall, the way James carried himself around Homelander, and the way the other responded…it was different. It wasn’t just boss and employee. They shared a deep bond. While Skylar couldn’t feel it, he could sense it. The two were bound and seemed more than content with it. The younger vampire had so many questions, questions that he wouldn’t get the answers to if he kept going like this. He knew that. He’d never admit it, but Homelander was right. Now wasn’t the time to try and be brave. He was outnumbered. Plus, he didn’t know what Homelander was. He’d never come across a being with so much power and strength before. He wanted answers. An explanation. And if that meant he had to play ball for a while…then so be it. The more information he had on Homelander, the better. It was always something that could come in handy if he ever needed an advantage.

So, Skylar did in fact sit and shut up. He didn’t so much as utter a single word as Homelander spoke to him, though he thought of plenty. His eyes just glared, letting the dumb blonde show off for the elder vampire which was clearly some sick and twisted display of affection. It made him want to gag. The sooner Homelander left, the better. While he had his doubts about James, he could at least tolerate his presence. The younger vampire behaved, crossing his arms over his chest as he held his tongue. He wasn’t going to risk himself any further, and while his fate was left in James’ hands, something told him he wouldn’t meet his demise quite yet. After all, if James did want him dead, he would be already. If anything this felt like a kid being given into trouble by pissed off parents. Wait till your father gets home moment.

Though, as Homelander once again leaned close, those eyes so unnatural looking…that tone…and mentioning that he would drain a vampire dry…Skylar’s eyes widened a little. He wasn’t expecting that. He hadn’t heard of vampires feeding off other vampires. What the hell was going on?! His expression must’ve satisfied his majesty as the Supe focused his attention elsewhere…on James. Which turned out to be the most vile thing he’d ever witnessed. The softness, the kiss…Skylar actually turned away to gag. It felt like he’d been dragged into some insane reality where nothing made sense. After what James had just seen how could he be so blind to who Homelander really was?! How could he still defend him?!

Skylar didn’t dare look until he heard footsteps. Only then did he turn to see that Homelander was finally leaving. He let out a breath, though stayed quiet for a few moments longer after the Supe was out of sight. When he was sure he was gone, Skylar jumped out his seat and backed away, putting distance between him and James. “What the fuck was that?! What the fuck is he?! He’s not just a Supe, he’s something more. Something…fucking dangerous! And you just eat out the palm of his hand and thank him for it! Why can’t you see he needs to be stopped?! He’s a threat to humans and vampires. I know there’s getting into bed with the enemy, but fuck!” Skylar should his head with a look of disgust.

“You can kill me all you want so you can keep your dirty little secret. But word will get out, it always does with people like him. And when it does, he’ll start a war between vampires. Whatever he is…he shouldn’t exist. Somehow he seems taken with you which gives you all the power you need to stop him. You can’t seriously be fine with putting him before your own kind, can you? He’s a monster, James. An abomination that needs to be put down, not fucked!” The younger vampire hissed. His eyes had been opened to who Homelander really was. While it created a newfound fear and terror within him, there was also hatred that came with it. “He’s manipulating you. Controlling you. That’s what all this is. Telling you things you want to hear. I can help you, James. I know people, I have connections. We can stop him together. I can get you out of here.”

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Homelander had just finished an interview in his office for TIME magazine when he heard his phone buzz…and then buzz again. Clearly someone was trying to get his attention. While Ashley babbled by his side, he checked his phone and read the two messages from James. A smile formed on his lips at the typos, technology being the vampires downfall still. Of course, he wasn’t that much better yet played it safe by not typing anything and purely sending a “👍” instead.

“Yeah, Ashley I gotta run. But I’m sure you’ll sort everything out, right? Good girl.” Homelander said with a smile as he headed off to the Seven meeting room. It wasn’t long before the thud of boots echoed along the hallway and the Supe appeared at the doorway. He stood tall and proud, arms behind his back as he tilted his head, gaze locked on the younger vampire. A smile formed on his features as he headed further inside the room. “Well, well. What do we have here?” He hummed. “Skylar, right? Young vampire and thorn in James’ side. You’ve given him quite a bit of trouble tonight, haven’t you sport?”

Homelander’s tone was calm, even friendly, creating an illusion of security. But James would know better what game he was playing. He half sat on the edge of the meeting room table in front of Skylar. When the kid hadn’t responded or even reacted to his presence, Homelander reached out and grabbed the kid by the jaw, staring him in the eyes. He saw the faintest flicker of green in them. “Oh, come now. Drop the thrall muzzle, James. Let the kid speak.” He instructed without looking away, letting go of Skylar. “After all, he’s plenty good at it, wouldn’t you say?” His gaze shifted to James for a moment with a chuckle before moving back to Skylar.

“You seem to have ruffled quite a few feathers tonight, pal. That’s no easy feat when it comes to James. Frankly, I’m quite impressed.” Homelander stated with raised brows. “I’ve clearly gotten under that cold, dead skin of yours. Ironic since this is the first time we’ve ever met, but I don’t know whether to be flattered or not?” He hummed, pretending to actually think about it. “You have…very strong opinions of me as…misguided as they are. Oh, don’t look so surprised! You really didn’t think I couldn’t hear you from the moment you set foot in the tower?” Homelander leaned close, a dark smile on his face. All teeth…and fangs. “I heard everything.”

Easing back, he let the silence hang in the air for a long moment before speaking again. “Creating a scene in a crowded place isn’t a wise move unless you can back it up. And from what I’ve seen, you couldn’t so much as defend yourself from a paper bag never mind another vampire…or me.” Homelander stared the kid down. Even half sat on the table, his size and presence loomed over Skylar. The vampire had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. He was outnumbered and right in the middle of the lion’s den. “Mm. Seems like a traditional case of all talk and no action. That’s disappointing for a vampire. Makes me even more grateful to have James at my side. What was it you said earlier…James put the term vampire to shame? …Oh, don’t look so confused. He tells me everything.” Homelander said as he tapped at his temple with a smirk. This whole time James had been showing him mental pictures and key points of his interaction with Skylar. Filling in the pieces outwith the reach of Homelander’s senses.

“See, from where I’m sitting, it looks like James is in a far better position than you are right now. You may have your own opinion when it comes to him working for me, but you’ve only seen one side of things. Believe it or not, we’re a team. A true team. Better and stronger than the Seven ever were. James here is my eyes and ears of the city we call home. The city we protect and where we hunt. And you little fella, thought you could waltz in and fuck that up for us without any consequences. Talk about putting the term vampire to shame!” Homelander laughed, glancing over at James.

However, as Skylar attempted to shift and stand to object, Homelander quickly snapped into action as a hand reached out to Skylar’s shoulder, pushing him back down into the chair. “Just you stay right where you fucking are, you pathetic little bloodsucker. I’m not done with you yet.” He snarled, eyes glowing red in warning.

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For some reason, Skylar knew that the sound of those boots echoing down the hall belonged to Homelander. It was odd, like the famous Supe just carried this aura about him wherever he went. Even when not in sight, you just knew it was him. Skylar wasn’t worried though. If James wanted him dead he’d have killed him by now. Unless he was planning on letting his master do the dirty deed for him, in which case he lost even more respect for the elder vampire. No, Skylar knew this was just a matter of principle, of James appealing to his master and bringing him the catch of the day, proof that he’d done as was ordered. That’s all this was.

Course, Skylar couldn’t react at all. Couldn’t speak until the thrall was lifted. And so even when Homelander made his grand entrance, it was met with silence from his part. There was no reaction, no gasp of awe or plead for mercy. Nothing. He just sat there looking brain dead, unable to do anything but listen. Perhaps that’s what James’ goal was all along. For him to shut up and listen for once. And normally Skylar wouldn’t have minded, except the way Homelander spoke - so sure of himself and cocky - he’d rather listen to nails being dragged down a chalk board. God, Homelander was so full of himself and James wasn’t helping matters. He could hear the shift in tone, the way the elder became smitten, clearly hooked on every word that flowed form Homelander’s lips.

It made him sick.

Next thing Skylar knew, Homelander was sat right in front of him and gripped his jaw, forcing eye contact. He wished for one fucking moment people would stop manhandling him like a dog. Though, his ears did perk as the Supe ordered the thrall to be lifted, actually doing Skylar a favour. Within moments, he felt that all consuming weight lift. His mind became his own again, the haze washing away. He was back in control. Which was either going to be his saving grace or his demise. He wanted to scream, to curse Homelander out. Fuck, he wanted to tear the bastards throat out! The way he was droning on and on felt more like a show for James more than anything else. He was just the unwilling participant.

But then Homelander revealed he knew what was said in the tower, all those things Skylar had uttered while people watched and stared in confusion. His expression gave him away, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. Homelander’s senses were sharper than he thought. Far sharper. Skylar swallowed hard, lips parting as if to speak, but he changed his mind and actually kept silent for the time being. Especially after the way Homelander leaned in with that god awful smile, like a crazed maniac. And that was when he noticed the fangs. Not just sharp human canines, but actual fangs. Fangs of a vampire. But…how?! It didn’t make sense. Surely word would’ve gotten out by now? Rumours? Yet he’d heard nothing on the streets or in the clubs about the great Homelander being a fucking vampire! His gaze shifted to James quickly as if asking what the fuck, before eyeing Homelander once more.

Not only did Homelander know what Skylar said about him in the lobby, but everything else he’d said to James in the alleyway. How the fuck was that even possible?! His gaze shifted between Homelander and James, noting how the elder clearly had heart eyes for the Supe. …No, there was no way these two were actually…no. There had to be some other explanation surely. Even if it would make a lot of sense. The very thought almost had Skylar throw up in his mouth but he shook it away, swallowed it down. He let Homelander continue his little monologue, shaking his head and tutting. “There’s nothing in the area to suggest hunting is off limits. How the hell was I supposed to know it was protected? Better yet: why am I the one getting the blame when there’s others in the territory you’ve claimed as yours? You seriously don’t think I’m the only one, do you?” Skylar scoffed.

“More to the point: what the fuck are you?!” He asked, the question loud in his mind. “You’re different. I can smell it. And it’s not just the fact you’re a Supe…it’s something else. Something more. I’ve never…came across it before.” He admitted, looking confused and concerned. “Is this your big plan? To enslave not only humans but vampires as well? Make us all bow down to you, grovel and play fetch quests like your lapdog over there?” He asked with a tilt of his head in James’ direction. Skylar scoff laughed as he stood from the chair. “What a fucking jo—“ Only he was cut off by a very strong hand on his shoulder that pushed him back down. Strength even more powerful than James…an elder. He couldn’t move under that mere touch, forced to do as was ordered. He couldn’t shift that hand if he tried.

And then Homelander showed his true colors. His tone completely changed, his whole demeanour in fact. Intimidating, animalistic. Terrifying. Teeth bared and eyes aglow. Despite the horrific sight, Skylar couldn’t look away, only stare in fright and shock. There was clearly far more to Homelander than the public knew. This wasn’t the version people saw on tv or at events. Nor the version who posed for photos and whose face was plastered on billboards all across the city. This version was dangerous and unhinged. A threat more than a hero. It just confused Skylar all the more as to why James stood by him. Why he stood by a monster that was a threat to his own kind.

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Skylar had returned that growlhiss with one of his own as he was slammed against the nearest wall. He was about to protest, to struggle and attempt to fight back. James’ grip was stronger than he could overcome, and he hated that fact. The moment he was silenced by the hand over his mouth, Skylar muttered and mumbled a string of curses as his brows furrowed in pure fury.

Again, he tried to struggle. Tried to break free of that grip…but couldn’t. And then all was lost as James commanded eye contact. Skylar couldn’t resist, obeying as a pack would obey its alpha. He couldn’t refuse the elder vampire. As dark eyes met green, he felt himself be pulled deeper and deeper, felt the walls of his mind cave in and a leash around his neck as he came to heel under James’ control.

His movements stilled. He stopped resisting and instead totally gave in to what the elder had commanded. The muttering and objections had also stopped. Skylar fell silent under James’ touch, his eyes growing distant and hazy as if he was out on autopilot. Yet he was aware of everything around him, he just couldn’t react in any way. He was now docile, James getting some peace at last.

As Skylar was dragged through to the elevator, he followed obediently under James’ guidance. While inside his mind he wanted to scream and tear the elder to shreds…he couldn’t. Not after that command, not after the thrall. Only when it was lifted would Skylar be free and in control again. All he could do was obey and do as he was told, which pissed him off more and more with each passing second. Even in the elevator, Skylar stared straight ahead, eyes glassy. He couldn’t react to James’ own taunts and warnings about Homelander. The fact he was being brought to the Supe made him feel sick. Who the hell made him in charge, and how the hell did he obtain a vampire lapdog?!

None of it made sense. But deep down Skylar knew he wouldn’t get out of this easily. Either Homelander would kill him instantly…or somehow find a way to drag out his torture for longer. Whatever the case, Skylar was outnumbered. He couldn’t even fight James never mind adding Homelander to the mix, and he doubted any vampires he knew would be interested in that fight either. So he was all alone. He’d have to be smart about this…if he even got the chance to be.

As the elevator pinged and the doors slid open, Skylar was once again guided and led by James. He was very much aware he was being brought to Homelander just so James could bask in the glory and please his master. The idea made him want to throw up, however while under that thrall he couldn’t do much of anything at all until it was lifted. Skylar hated nothing worse than being trapped inside his own mind. It was useless to even try fighting it. James was too powerful to be weakened. He would have to rely on the elder becoming distracted in some way. Perhaps at the sight of his master? There was a small chance and it wasn’t one Skylar was relying on. James seemed like the professional type that was too focused on not letting Homelander down to allow himself to disappoint in any capacity.

Skylar would have no option but to see this through, one way or another…

[ibit3u]

Skylar had returned that growlhiss with one of his own as he was slammed against the nearest wall. He was about to protest, to struggle and attempt to fight back. James’ grip was stronger than he could overcome, and he hated that fact. The moment he was silenced by the hand over his mouth, Skylar muttered and mumbled a string of curses as his brows furrowed in pure fury.

Again, he tried to struggle. Tried to break free of that grip…but couldn’t. And then all was lost as James commanded eye contact. Skylar couldn’t resist, obeying as a pack would obey its alpha. He couldn’t refuse the elder vampire. As dark eyes met green, he felt himself be pulled deeper and deeper, felt the walls of his mind cave in and a leash around his neck as he came to heel under James’ control.

His movements stilled. He stopped resisting and instead totally gave in to what the elder had commanded. The muttering and objections had also stopped. Skylar fell silent under James’ touch, his eyes growing distant and hazy as if he was out on autopilot. Yet he was aware of everything around him, he just couldn’t react in any way. He was now docile, James getting some peace at last.

As Skylar was dragged through to the elevator, he followed obediently under James’ guidance. While inside his mind he wanted to scream and tear the elder to shreds…he couldn’t. Not after that command, not after the thrall. Only when it was lifted would Skylar be free and in control again. All he could do was obey and do as he was told, which pissed him off more and more with each passing second. Even in the elevator, Skylar stared straight ahead, eyes glassy. He couldn’t react to James’ own taunts and warnings about Homelander. The fact he was being brought to the Supe made him feel sick. Who the hell made him in charge, and how the hell did he obtain a vampire lapdog?!

None of it made sense. But deep down Skylar knew he wouldn’t get out of this easily. Either Homelander would kill him instantly…or somehow find a way to drag out his torture for longer. Whatever the case, Skylar was outnumbered. He couldn’t even fight James never mind adding Homelander to the mix, and he doubted any vampires he knew would be interested in that fight either. So he was all alone. He’d have to be smart about this…if he even got the chance to be.

As the elevator pinged and the doors slid open, Skylar was once again guided and led by James. He was very much aware he was being brought to Homelander just so James could bask in the glory and please his master. The idea made him want to throw up, however while under that thrall he couldn’t do much of anything at all until it was lifted. Skylar hated nothing worse than being trapped inside his own mind. It was useless to even try fighting it. James was too powerful to be weakened. He would have to rely on the elder becoming distracted in some way. Perhaps at the sight of his master? There was a small chance and it wasn’t one Skylar was relying on. James seemed like the professional type that was too focused on not letting Homelander down to allow himself to disappoint in any capacity.

Skylar would have no option but to see this through, one way or another…

Skylar didn’t have time to react nor defend himself. One minute he was standing, mouthing off to the elder vampire. The next, his back collided with brick and he let out a hiss of pain as something cracked. Red eyes glared at James as the younger vampire attempted to break free of the hold, to retaliate. But it was no use. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, James was stronger.

The grip on his throat was like a vice, and while Skylar didn’t need to breathe, he felt himself panicking. Though, James had successfully found a way to silence the kid and allow him room to speak. All Skylar could do was listen and struggle within that grip. Yet those eyes spoke for him, glaring the elder to death. There was so much rage, so much anger and frustration in those eyes. It was clear he wasn’t used to being scalded like this, nor expected to be when he ventured out tonight. Meeting an elder was one thing, but for said elder to be Homelander’s puppet was a whole other can of worms entirely.

A growlhiss left Skylar as he felt that knee to his stomach, nails clawing at that hand around his throat, trying his best to break free. Oh, how he wanted to make James regret his actions, get his own back. He wanted nothing more than to beat the arrogance out of him. He met those eyes dead on with a mirrored look of fury. James may have the upper hand but Skylar was standing his ground…as best he could until his feet were dangling in the air. He squirmed like a caught feline, feral and hissing at the elder in response to the threats and warnings. However, his face fell at the mention of being taken to Homelander.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! I’m not going anywhere near him! I want nothing to do with him except put him six feet under.” Skylar growled, struggling as he was dragged, doing all he could to make it difficult and frustrating for the elder. A true brat indeed. “Actually…on second thought, sure. Take me to your master, dog. I’ll be more than happy to drain him dry. I’ll even let you watch.” He laughed, cruel and mocking, returning the tone he’d been given. “What, you think I’m scared of him?! I despise him with every fibre of my undead being. He’s a narcissistic prick, all show, all glamour. He makes me fucking sick.” Skylar spat, knowing his words got to James, but he didn’t care. He was that frustrated, that angry, he was running his mouth without really thinking.

Skylar still struggled, making things as awkward and difficult for James as possible while he was pulled toward the tower. Despite his efforts, it didn’t stop the inevitable and before long Vought Tower was right in front of them. “You have no idea how satisfying it would be to burn this goddamn tower to the ground with your precious boy scout inside. This is like a modern version of Dracula’s castle. God, I hate cliches.” He huffed, lip curling at the sight of the tower up close. Given it was a public building, he knew he wouldn’t need permission to enter. Even if he did, James seemed fairly set on him meeting Homelander whether he liked it or not.

Of course, just because they arrived at the tower didn’t mean Skylar didn’t stop being awkward and struggling. Oh, no. He was fully set on making James’ life hell, still pulling against that grip, dragging his feet, gripping and holding onto anything he could. Sure, he might be making himself look like an idiot by causing scenes, but he didn’t care. Even as they walked past visitors and employees, Skylar ran his mouth at them. “What’s so special about Homelander anyway?” and “Don’t you think Homelander is getting a bit too old to be doing this sort of thing?” and “Y’know, there’s definitely more to that Flight 37 thing than they’re telling us. Funny how things always fuck up whenever Homelander is involved!”

[ibit3u]

Skylar didn’t have time to react nor defend himself. One minute he was standing, mouthing off to the elder vampire. The next, his back collided with brick and he let out a hiss of pain as something cracked. Red eyes glared at James as the younger vampire attempted to break free of the hold, to retaliate. But it was no use. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, James was stronger.

The grip on his throat was like a vice, and while Skylar didn’t need to breathe, he felt himself panicking. Though, James had successfully found a way to silence the kid and allow him room to speak. All Skylar could do was listen and struggle within that grip. Yet those eyes spoke for him, glaring the elder to death. There was so much rage, so much anger and frustration in those eyes. It was clear he wasn’t used to being scalded like this, nor expected to be when he ventured out tonight. Meeting an elder was one thing, but for said elder to be Homelander’s puppet was a whole other can of worms entirely.

A growlhiss left Skylar as he felt that knee to his stomach, nails clawing at that hand around his throat, trying his best to break free. Oh, how he wanted to make James regret his actions, get his own back. He wanted nothing more than to beat the arrogance out of him. He met those eyes dead on with a mirrored look of fury. James may have the upper hand but Skylar was standing his ground…as best he could until his feet were dangling in the air. He squirmed like a caught feline, feral and hissing at the elder in response to the threats and warnings. However, his face fell at the mention of being taken to Homelander.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! I’m not going anywhere near him! I want nothing to do with him except put him six feet under.” Skylar growled, struggling as he was dragged, doing all he could to make it difficult and frustrating for the elder. A true brat indeed. “Actually…on second thought, sure. Take me to your master, dog. I’ll be more than happy to drain him dry. I’ll even let you watch.” He laughed, cruel and mocking, returning the tone he’d been given. “What, you think I’m scared of him?! I despise him with every fibre of my undead being. He’s a narcissistic prick, all show, all glamour. He makes me fucking sick.” Skylar spat, knowing his words got to James, but he didn’t care. He was that frustrated, that angry, he was running his mouth without really thinking.

Skylar still struggled, making things as awkward and difficult for James as possible while he was pulled toward the tower. Despite his efforts, it didn’t stop the inevitable and before long Vought Tower was right in front of them. “You have no idea how satisfying it would be to burn this goddamn tower to the ground with your precious boy scout inside. This is like a modern version of Dracula’s castle. God, I hate cliches.” He huffed, lip curling at the sight of the tower up close. Given it was a public building, he knew he wouldn’t need permission to enter. Even if he did, James seemed fairly set on him meeting Homelander whether he liked it or not.

Of course, just because they arrived at the tower didn’t mean Skylar didn’t stop being awkward and struggling. Oh, no. He was fully set on making James’ life hell, still pulling against that grip, dragging his feet, gripping and holding onto anything he could. Sure, he might be making himself look like an idiot by causing scenes, but he didn’t care. Even as they walked past visitors and employees, Skylar ran his mouth at them. “What’s so special about Homelander anyway?” and “Don’t you think Homelander is getting a bit too old to be doing this sort of thing?” and “Y’know, there’s definitely more to that Flight 37 thing than they’re telling us. Funny how things always fuck up whenever Homelander is involved!”

The instant James answered the phone it was obvious who it was. Skylar had taken a few steps, distancing them both. He was oh so tempted to leave and merge with the night. It would’ve been the perfect opportunity to considering the elder was very much distracted. Except it was the complete change in demeanour that caught Skylar’s attention, made him stop, listen and watch.

His senses could pick up the deep authoritative tone on the other end of the phone. His jaw clenched in disgust and loathing, hating no one more than the fucking Homelander. It made him sick to see the effects he clearly had on the elder vampire. The way he stuttered, cut himself off from speaking. The way he shrank into himself, became unsure. Far less confident. Frankly, it was embarrassing to watch, yet Skylar was frozen in place unable to look away.

Homelander had this vampire wrapped around his gloved fingers so much so that, frankly, it was quite pathetic. What did a vampire have to fear against a mutant Supe? Surely James could end his life if he wanted to. The problem was that by the sounds of things, that’s the last thing he wanted. Skylar’s brow furrowed in confusion. None of this made any sense. Vampires were superior, deadly predators. So why on earth was James rolling over and allowing himself to be ordered around? Questioned?

He shouldn’t care. It was none of his business. He should just leave, take off and find some peace and quiet for the rest of the night. Leave James to lick Homelander’s boots all he wanted. …Yet he needed to know why. Why an elder was reduced to a bumbling, anxious mess at just the voice of Homelander. What was there to fear?

That confused look remained when James ended the call and took a moment to gather himself. And then he couldn’t help but scoff laugh. “No, no, no. You can’t possibly expect me to take you seriously after that. Where were we? I was just leaving actually. Seems you’ve been tasked with a very important fetch quest, little doggy.” Skylar taunted, no longer intimidated by the elder vampire.

The young vampire took a few steps before pausing to turn and glare at James with a look of disgust. “You’re a sorry excuse for a vampire. You give us a bad name. The way you roll over for that…fucking maniac…for a human! It’s pathetic. You’re supposed to be stronger, wiser. Yet you let him order you around?! No. You’re not a vampire. You’re a goddamn lapdog licking at his boots.” Skylar all but spat, shaking his head. “We’re done here. Perhaps one day I’ll meet an elder who has a goddamn fucking backbone.”

[ibit3u]

The instant James answered the phone it was obvious who it was. Skylar had taken a few steps, distancing them both. He was oh so tempted to leave and merge with the night. It would’ve been the perfect opportunity to considering the elder was very much distracted. Except it was the complete change in demeanour that caught Skylar’s attention, made him stop, listen and watch.

His senses could pick up the deep authoritative tone on the other end of the phone. His jaw clenched in disgust and loathing, hating no one more than the fucking Homelander. It made him sick to see the effects he clearly had on the elder vampire. The way he stuttered, cut himself off from speaking. The way he shrank into himself, became unsure. Far less confident. Frankly, it was embarrassing to watch, yet Skylar was frozen in place unable to look away.

Homelander had this vampire wrapped around his gloved fingers so much so that, frankly, it was quite pathetic. What did a vampire have to fear against a mutant Supe? Surely James could end his life if he wanted to. The problem was that by the sounds of things, that’s the last thing he wanted. Skylar’s brow furrowed in confusion. None of this made any sense. Vampires were superior, deadly predators. So why on earth was James rolling over and allowing himself to be ordered around? Questioned?

He shouldn’t care. It was none of his business. He should just leave, take off and find some peace and quiet for the rest of the night. Leave James to lick Homelander’s boots all he wanted. …Yet he needed to know why. Why an elder was reduced to a bumbling, anxious mess at just the voice of Homelander. What was there to fear?

That confused look remained when James ended the call and took a moment to gather himself. And then he couldn’t help but scoff laugh. “No, no, no. You can’t possibly expect me to take you seriously after that. Where were we? I was just leaving actually. Seems you’ve been tasked with a very important fetch quest, little doggy.” Skylar taunted, no longer intimidated by the elder vampire.

The young vampire took a few steps before pausing to turn and glare at James with a look of disgust. “You’re a sorry excuse for a vampire. You give us a bad name. The way you roll over for that…fucking maniac…for a human! It’s pathetic. You’re supposed to be stronger, wiser. Yet you let him order you around?! No. You’re not a vampire. You’re a goddamn lapdog licking at his boots.” Skylar all but spat, shaking his head. “We’re done here. Perhaps one day I’ll meet an elder who has a goddamn fucking backbone.”

Skylar couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the threat. “That’s kind of messed up, using your lover as an attack dog.” He quipped, though didn’t argue the point. At the end of the night, he just wanted to be left the fuck alone. He wasn’t looking for a fight. “Fine. Whatever gets you to stop nagging at me. For a CEO I’d have thought you’d have far more important things to do with your time.” He couldn’t help but taunt.

And then the elder’s phone rang. The default tone made Skylar snicker, though it seemed to suit this vampire’s personality. With the way he spoke, it was clear he was ancient. And had the ringtone to match. “Oh, by all means. Please, take the call. It could be important.” The younger vampire teased, unable to help the fangy grin that formed on his features. Course, he took the distraction as his chance to leave…or at least attempt to.

[ibit3u]

Skylar wasn’t sure what to make of this one. Only that the new vamp seemed on edge, jumpy even. Like he was expecting an attack any moment. It was quite amusing. It all of a sudden made sense why James didn’t leave him be a while back when they unfortunately crossed paths.

“James felt like teaching me a lesson. Said I needed to learn more manners to make up for hunting within his territory.” Skylar said with a roll of his eyes. “He liked how skilled I am with technology, better than anyone actually. So he’s taken me in to…work and ugh, live here. It was either that or he’d destroy me. And while I don’t want to admit it…he’s older and stronger. And I’m not in the mood to die twice.”

Skylar laughed, not that much different from how Homelander would. “There’s quite a few now, it’s true. I think good ol’ Golden Bastard has a soft spot for them since bagging himself that British fool.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. It was evident he didn’t think much of James nor Homelander with the way his lip curled in disgust. However, dark eyes flicked over Hughie as his head tilted at the question. “It’s obvious. When you’ve been around as long as I have and spent your time among other vampires, you learn the signs. You’re just newly turned, still unsure of yourself. And you stick out like a sore thumb.” He replied with a shrug.

[ibit3u]

Skylar laughed, not that much different from how Homelander would. “There’s quite a few now, it’s true. I think good ol’ Golden Bastard has a soft spot for them since bagging himself that British fool.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. It was evident he didn’t think much of James nor Homelander with the way his lip curled in disgust. However, dark eyes flicked over Hughie as his head tilted at the question. “It’s obvious. When you’ve been around as long as I have and spent your time among other vampires, you learn the signs. You’re just newly turned, still unsure of yourself. And you stick out like a sore thumb.” He replied with a shrug.

“So…you’re the new blood around the tower, huh? Literally, so I hear.” A rather cocky young man said as he eyed Hughie. He was tall and slim with piercings and outrageously styled hair. He wore a smile flashing his own set of fangs. | @ibit3u

Hughie recoiled at the flash of fangs. "Jesus Christ, is everyone in this tower a fucking vampire?!" He hissed, glancing nervously around just to check that no one else was listening- though for all he knoew, it was a pre-requisite to be a vampire if you worked at Vought. "How did you know anyway?" This guy looked how he imagined vampires to look. When you thought of 'vampire', you didn't think of golden boy Homelander; you thought of Robert Smith.

[ibit3u]

Skylar didn’t stop until the hare was drained, letting it go and tossing the body aside. It would be mistaken for another animal that killed it, so he wasn’t worried. That was when he heard the gasp and his senses snapped back into focus now that the bloodlust had dimmed and his hunger calmed.

His gaze landed on the girl who was staring at him. He stared back, not moving a muscle. How much had she seen? If anything, it could be played off as him just being a lunatic, if it weren’t for the blood coving his lips and chin. He never had been the neatest of eaters.

He slowly eased back, never once taking his eyes off her. He was trying to think of what to do, what to say. And in his panic, blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Didn’t anyone tell you it’s rude to stare?”

Forest Encounter - Open Starter

Cherry's go-to activity on rare days off is also her favourite thing to do. She's found a special little spot in the forest near her house, a small lake surrounded by a lovely grassy meadow.

In this place, she tends to be oblivious to the outside world, shifting into her natural form before slipping into the calm waters. In many ways she prefers her tail to legs, mostly due to being faster and finding it easier to move.

As she relaxes after a long week, she's lost in her thoughts, unaware of anything and everything around her.

[ibit3u]

Skylar wasn’t bothered by the glowing eyes, though he hated that he couldn’t look directly at them. His gaze shifted somewhat, not being able to look the other in the eye. “Right. A bunch of folk stay here for some weird fucking reason. I haven’t met everyone yet, though I’d like to keep it that way.” He stated, his senses picking up on Ryan’s power. He was definitely a strong one.

Despite himself, Skylar couldn’t help but snort at the comment on Homelander. “It’s all he’s useful for, definitely. You ask me, they should’ve thrown away the key and kept him in his cage.” He was clearly not a fan nor a suck up like everyone else was. “Though, don’t tell James I said that or he’ll nag at me. Again.” He said with a roll of his eyes.

Skylar shifted in his pocket and brought out an access card. “Since you bumped into me, here. Take this. Your old one’s been deactivated. This one’s tied to your biometric data so only you can use it. Security has been updated and tightened, so everyone’s getting these.” He explained.

Skylar was making his way down one of the many hallways of Vought Tower. He was busy typing away on his phone and didn’t even notice Ryan, bumping into him. That gained an instant reaction, Skylar’s gaze snapping up to focus on Ryan as he hissed, baring fangs. “Watch it!” He growled, like it was all the other’s fault. He was a good few inches taller than Ryan, hair big and spiky, his gothic look matching his nature.

[For Ryan from @ibit3u 🦇🩸]

(Ooooh! New blog! Hi!)

Ryan narrows his eyes at the other; he's already had a shit day. He doesn't need another jerk making it worse. He wore a supersuit Skylar might recognize. The vigilante Eagle's, a hero outside of Vought who's been giving the more corrupted parts of the company a hard time.

Why a vigilante who is against Vought be walking freely through the tower's hall would be Skylar's guess.

"You bumped into me, asshole," Ryan snaps back, "You watch where you're going,"

@ibit3u

[ibit3u]

Skylar was out hunting. After being warned about his usual targets, he decided to try an animal diet. The blood was never as good though, but it would tide him over for a little while. He was chasing a hare as it ran through the woods, and he was gaining.

At the last moment, Skylar pounced and tackled the hare, capturing it in his jaws like a lion. His fangs pierced flesh and began to feed, unaware that he’d landed right in front of the lake where the girl was enjoying a relaxing swim. The bloodlust had taken over too much for him to notice anything outside of feeding.

Forest Encounter - Open Starter

Cherry's go-to activity on rare days off is also her favourite thing to do. She's found a special little spot in the forest near her house, a small lake surrounded by a lovely grassy meadow.

In this place, she tends to be oblivious to the outside world, shifting into her natural form before slipping into the calm waters. In many ways she prefers her tail to legs, mostly due to being faster and finding it easier to move.

As she relaxes after a long week, she's lost in her thoughts, unaware of anything and everything around her.

[ibit3u]

Skylar growled as he suddenly grabbed Ryan and shoved him against the nearest wall. “What the fuck did you just call me?” He snapped. “I have very little patience when it comes to you Supes. Pretending to be something you’re not. Something new, a far more superior breed. Yet you have no idea what’s out there, watching and waiting. To bite.” Skylar said as he snapped his jaws, then chuckled as he eased back and let Ryan go.

His gaze swept over Ryan’s uniform as he snorted. “That your costume is it? What are you called? Robin? Falcon? What are you doing here anyway? Last I read you hated Vought. Yet you seem to have free access and no one is giving a shit.” He noted with a raised brow. “I suppose that’s part of good ol’ dad being the head Supe around here, huh? You get special privileges.”

Skylar was making his way down one of the many hallways of Vought Tower. He was busy typing away on his phone and didn’t even notice Ryan, bumping into him. That gained an instant reaction, Skylar’s gaze snapping up to focus on Ryan as he hissed, baring fangs. “Watch it!” He growled, like it was all the other’s fault. He was a good few inches taller than Ryan, hair big and spiky, his gothic look matching his nature.

[For Ryan from @ibit3u 🦇🩸]

(Ooooh! New blog! Hi!)

Ryan narrows his eyes at the other; he's already had a shit day. He doesn't need another jerk making it worse. He wore a supersuit Skylar might recognize. The vigilante Eagle's, a hero outside of Vought who's been giving the more corrupted parts of the company a hard time.

Why a vigilante who is against Vought be walking freely through the tower's hall would be Skylar's guess.

"You bumped into me, asshole," Ryan snaps back, "You watch where you're going,"

@ibit3u

[ibit3u]

What the fuck is going on?

[ibit3u]

Skylar couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the threat. “That’s kind of messed up, using your lover as an attack dog.” He quipped, though didn’t argue the point. At the end of the night, he just wanted to be left the fuck alone. He wasn’t looking for a fight. “Fine. Whatever gets you to stop nagging at me. For a CEO I’d have thought you’d have far more important things to do with your time.” He couldn’t help but taunt.

And then the elder’s phone rang. The default tone made Skylar snicker, though it seemed to suit this vampire’s personality. With the way he spoke, it was clear he was ancient. And had the ringtone to match. “Oh, by all means. Please, take the call. It could be important.” The younger vampire teased, unable to help the fangy grin that formed on his features. Course, he took the distraction as his chance to leave…or at least attempt to.

The Fledgling

It was a cold, rainy night in New York City. Just how Skylar liked it. There was a sense of comfort that came with rain. Comfort…something that was so alien to him, and yet he found it in the strangest places and things. Anything other than people. People were nothing but a food source to him, walking blood bags waiting to be drained.

He’d been at his usual bar, a dump of a place but it always drew a crowd. A certain type of crowd. Misfits and goths, those desperately trying not to fit in with society. They were the gullible ones. Easy to fool into a false sense of security without even needing to thrall. All it took was charm.

Tonight wasn’t any different as he soon left the club with a young woman, leading her down a dark alleyway promising her it was a shortcut. She was too drunk to question it. He lay the charm on thick as well as the flirting and soon had her pinned up against the wall, kissing her. He could hear her heart thudding, hear the blood rushing and pumping through her veins. Those lips trailed to her neck and he wasn’t even gentle as the scent of blood overwhelmed him and he acted on pure impulse, sinking fangs into skin and taking what was his.

Her screams went ignored. He didn’t even bother trying to keep her quiet, not with the thumping club music blaring. No one would hear her.

No one.

@ashortdropandasuddenstop

[ibit3u]

Skylar hissed and snarled as the pain shot through him, that slam sending sparks through his vision for a moment. It had been years since he was last attacked like this, though this was still the strongest elder he’d ever met. Dark eyes glared as lip curled and fangs were bared. If only looks could destroy…

Despite his struggling, it was no use. The elder had him pinned. He had no choice but to listen as he was scalded like a child, and yet even so he still wore that death glare. At least until he felt that blade against his lips. Eyes widened then. So it hadn’t been a joke. The elder was serious and meant every word.

Skylar decided to back down and listen for his own good. As tough as he acted, there was no way he’d be able to beat the elder in a fight. He’d be destroyed…though part of him was tempted with that idea, having tried various ways in the past to reach eternal darkness. But finding another of his kind had sparked his interest, at least for now.

He didn’t move, didn’t flinch as that blade was pressed against him. And even when it was removed, Skylar remained still. His brows furrowed as the elder claimed this city for himself, not sensing he was part of a pack nor getting any vibe that he was a head vampire of any kind. It didn’t make sense, nor did it sit right with the younger vampire.

“How is this your city? I don’t see your claim on it. There’s no sign of territory being marked except that big ugly tower, which I sure as shit won’t be setting foot into. And as far as I can see you aren’t part of a pack nor some big shot head vampire. So what gives you the right to order me around? Hm?” He asked, genuinely curious. Slowly he raised up both hands in surrender. “How about you let me go, fuck off, and leave me alone. I’ve no interest in going after the Supes or your precious Homelander. This is a problem because you’re making it one. Not me. I was the one minding my own damn business, unlike you.”

The Fledgling

It was a cold, rainy night in New York City. Just how Skylar liked it. There was a sense of comfort that came with rain. Comfort…something that was so alien to him, and yet he found it in the strangest places and things. Anything other than people. People were nothing but a food source to him, walking blood bags waiting to be drained.

He’d been at his usual bar, a dump of a place but it always drew a crowd. A certain type of crowd. Misfits and goths, those desperately trying not to fit in with society. They were the gullible ones. Easy to fool into a false sense of security without even needing to thrall. All it took was charm.

Tonight wasn’t any different as he soon left the club with a young woman, leading her down a dark alleyway promising her it was a shortcut. She was too drunk to question it. He lay the charm on thick as well as the flirting and soon had her pinned up against the wall, kissing her. He could hear her heart thudding, hear the blood rushing and pumping through her veins. Those lips trailed to her neck and he wasn’t even gentle as the scent of blood overwhelmed him and he acted on pure impulse, sinking fangs into skin and taking what was his.

Her screams went ignored. He didn’t even bother trying to keep her quiet, not with the thumping club music blaring. No one would hear her.

No one.

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