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‘You are more of human than you are of us’ Sebastian recalls Devin’s spiteful words, as he tries to maintain a firm eye contact with his image on the glass. Although this was one thing he never commented on, Sebastian knew deep inside, this was his truth. Like he knew, given an option he would have preferred the other way around. But, this  did not mean he hated his human self nor loathed the race. He rather preferred  being on the neutral ground, in a balance which however was proving too difficult for him  to obtain..  And of course, there were those bits of tight knots he had never opened to anyone. The seed that had planted the disparity he felt on his chest on the first place. Those clutters of  baggage of his own he had been carrying for long.  And to add to that, tales of human’s thrive for power,greed and absurdity of their decisions  never felt too impressive to brag about.

Slowly, the reflection  starts dissolving and an entire different scenario appears infront of Sebastian. The mirror now,  reveals to him, a familiar cosy looking room, with a white flowery wallpaper on it.  A jingling of the   windcharm  by nearby window,gently sways  to welcome his accustomed peer. Lying  in front, fast asleep in comforts of her bed snuggles laira. One reason, his  weak human self was beating him for.

Sebastian leans his face against the mirror, knocking his head gently to it, to and fro. His mind playing and replaying to him, the scene with laira and Raven sitting by the roadside, on the rain. Their first kiss he had witnessed. The thought of it flooding in his mental anguish..the feeling of a third wheel, an unseen unwanted individual desperately wishing to be seen.  

The site of  iv cannula on one hand now, starts dripping  blood on the white carpet, fully soaking it red. Unaware, Sebastian slowly starts tumbling  down to the floor,  his thoughts still venturing on deserts lost.  A weak painful smile spreads across, before his eyes closes in, hiding away his crimson lens that were lightly  blurred by the hue of sadness.  ‘Goodnight’ a painful effort escapes his lips, before being knocked  out cold on the floor. A fighting breath that wanted to assure, laira will be on his side no matter whose path she decided to choose to be with.

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Sebastian shakes his head in agony, at the thought of what he had witnessed. He pulls off his thick iv sets that nourished him with fresh blood from both the arms carelessly and then, weakly standing on his feet reaches out to the opposite corner of the room. His gait still unsteady, his feet trembles on touching the floor, almost giving away to his balance. Finally, upon standing in front of the  large antique mirror, he gives in, pressing himself on the mirror for the support and sitting down.

While he does so, his reflection looks at him scowling,as if  he had never seen the man who was staring back.

Vampires never had their own reflection and Sebastian always found funny that he had one. His father often said ‘this made him special from others’ but to Sebastian it made him feel more like an outcast. Nevertheless, he had his wing constructed with more than handful of mirrors, for it reminded him of his weakness, his flaws and kept him checked of his actions. The mirrors grind ed on to his senses the truth,  that he was born different..he was never going to have complete control of his thirst.

Sebastian sighs remembering the last incident where his demons might have snapped. Reminding himself it should never happen again, at least not for real, he focuses his stare back at the mirror.  The reflection continues to scowl at him, fixing his hawk eyes on his blue lens, furrowed forehead and pale skin. Oh.. how he hated his papery pale white..bloodless and lifeless skin.

However, having reflection did not always mean disadvantages to Sebastian. It had advantages. And he purely enjoyed showing off these  traits. Unlike other vampires, who depended on those around them to tell,  how they looked. Sebastian never had this problem. He would often check out himself in the mirror and made sure his complements to self was heard, loud and clear, till one of his cousin twins  ‘Devin’ or ‘Vincent’ let out an annoying roar and smirked at him.This was his secret pleasure. Also that, having reflection meant, he could blend in among humans anytime. And it was far more helpful than any skills he had, to feed his curious mind.

‘Half-blood’ was Sebastian’s category. In common word ‘Muddy blood’, that’s what vampires called when they met a mix like him. Not to his face of course, except for his own two hate-loaded cousins he had (Devin and Vincent), whose hatred  was open and out, like their father Zeroch’s was..  

The truth was, Sebastian was not an exception either with reflection. There were thousands half bloods in his land and many more across the realms. All, had their own reflection and all were every bit similar to Sebastian, as he was with them. Only difference was, Sebastian had a royal blood and he lived far more privileged than those that were born like him. Half bloods,  otherwise, served for military and as labourers on fields, exploited for their  strength and often kept under surveillance like prisoners for their fear of  uncontrolled animal instincts. An instinct, Sebastian now too was very well aware of.

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(Hey i am back to writing my crazy fang story after long time!! hehehhehe)

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‘Get out of my head!’ Raven shouts thunderously, pushing Sebastian away,forcing his  palms against his chest.  Thrown out in the midair, Sebastian lands painfully with a thud, his back  against the wall, with  the wall  crumbling down to rubbles because of the sheer force he exerted on it. ‘Shit’ he moans, coughing out blood, before passing out.

Bright beam of white day light gleamed over his face when Sebastian opened his eyes. Lazily, he rubs his heavy eyelids for a clear view and finds himself staring at a familiar ceiling, the one that always brought him comfort to look at. It displayed painting of a woman in a white floating gown amongst a garden of beautiful colored roses  with white clouds on the background of clear blue sky. Sorrunding the potrait, were statues of angels carrying harps and baby cherubs on plays, almost like floating gliding out from their  vault. This was the painting of his mother, his father had worked on for many years, an exact replica of which he had made on Sebastian’s wing as well.

Every muscles on Sebastian’s  body now ached, drained to last drop of their energy in the ‘memory travelling’ phenomenon, that had occured. His bones were broken at many places and judging by the pain he was now suffering from  on his chest, his heart had barely survived the impact. He might have pierced it with one of his broken ribs and ended his ‘forever’ in the mercy of few minutes, hadn’t the chips of bones missed, impaling the whole length of his muscles. But here he was, alive.

Tightly shutting his eyes, Sebastian tries to recall the events that he had witnessed. He had no excuse to ask of Raven who he knew was certainly very furious of  his insolence behaviour. Why would he not be? Secrets were secrets for a reason. And now he knew Raven’s, although he had never intended to forcefully learn out of him in the first place. He did not have a clue how he got there even..how was he going to explain? Raven would never understand. All he rememberd now was that scene ‘that painful last memory’ of Raven as a human. A body of flesh and scars. Vulnerable, weak, lost and alone. Drenched out in the rain, soaked, casted out like a street dog, holding a gun in his hand and lying lifeless near the sewers.

 

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Laira had come to a stop infront of familiar figure now. Raven sat infront of her on white half sleeved shirt and navy blue pants with a head  buried inside his arms in the side walk.

‘Don’t cry’  she says with caring soft voice, reaching out to him with an umbrella, protecting him from the heavy rain that was suddenly downpouring.

Sebastian  dashes under the tree to take  a shade. He sits down uncomfortably on the wet ground, stretching his long legs with his sore muscles against the concrete road  before leaning his back  on the tree trunk , only a distance away from them.

He then looks at the boy who still  buried inside his frail arms, oblivious to presence of his company and lovingly throws another glance to the  girl  sitting next to him, corncerned and patient. This was laira, the girl Raven was in love with..

The girl I am in love with..something inside him whispers.

The angry drops of falling rain beats the ground as the two souls silently observe it throwing tantrums . Sebastian watches  the rain dig the puddles in the frail earth beside him while cleaning away the black topped road infront of him.

Its only matter of own’s will to let someone break you. Isn’t it?  what are the possibilities that these rain drops  will break the concrete?’

The hissy fits of  heavy rain continues. It masks away  occasional sobs of Raven’s with its own unpleasant rantings.

Finally the clouds clear away leaving behind an open blue sky. Warm beam of white light penetrates through, casting its spell on just rejuvenated petals of flowers and the leaves.

‘Why are you here?’ Raven asks once his storm had settled, nervously, his head still refusing to leave away protection of his arms.

‘Because, you were crying’  laira replies in a caring but hesitant tone.

‘No I was not!’ Raven retorts instant like a snob he was. Then he hastily turns around, reaching out  to pick up a handful of pebbles from the flower pots across the white wooden fence lining the playground. One by one he tosses them angrily  to the other side of the road. After emptying  more than half, his anger gives away, his face softens  and he starts feeling guilty . ‘Sorry’ he breathes out in  a low murmur.

Taken by his sudden apology, laira sits still staring at his puffed eyes and flushed cheeks with imprints of fingers  running across them extending all the way back to his ears, before replying ‘Its all right’ in a soft voice.

‘You are the last person I would have wanted to see me that way’ Raven adds, avoiding her eye contact realizing that she was tracing the imprints that shamed him..

‘You don’t have to be, not with me atleast’ laira replies. Raven  manages to throw a weak smile at her.


‘Where were you last night and day before that?’ ‘What were you doing?’ ‘Were you spending your time with your bestfriend?’ Raven had asked, when his mother had showed up infront of the gate, supposedly after two nights away.

‘I was in a buissness trip. I called home but the phone line was dead. It was an emergency meeting so I had to leave  Raven. What’s wrong with you? Why are you speaking like this?’ his mother had answered in a worried tone.

‘No the phone line is not dead. You are lying on my face. Why don’t you admit it you were away with that man. You humiliate us! I am ashamed to call you my mother!’ Raven had lashed out, mean words shooting out of his mind without a second thought.

‘Pat’ ‘Pat’ ‘Pat’ She had snapped. All her suppressed anger inflicted upon her son in those momentum of seconds.

Then Raven had stood frozen. His mother too had fled the scene disturbed by her own response.

‘Raven’, ‘Raven’ Laira had to  shake him vigorously clutching his arms tightly till he was back to the conscious. However, as soon as he was back to himself, he had jolted away flashing her a traumatised look with his tears running endlessly down his cheeks.


‘Don’t worry Raven. Your secret is safe with me’ Laira makes a promise, recalling the incidence trying to assure Raven, the whole event was only between them and there was nothing to worry about. Raven barely flinches. He looks sceptic, lost inside his depth of thoughts. She could tell he was embarrassed and wished she was never there on the first place.

if only you knew it dosen’t matter..’.       She pecks on his cheek.

Its catches Raven by surprise who runs his slender fingers on his cheeks to feel the wet skin and throws Sebastian off his thoughts. He blushes and  smiles nervously  before pecking her back softly  in her blushing cheek and replies ‘Thank you’.

Sebastian stands abruptly after pulling off his head out of Raven’s thought. They were getting as erratic as his thoughts were now. He was surprised, he was pleased, there were hundred of thoughts that were flooding into Raven’s brain but so was in his. A part of him was genuinely happy for what  had just happened but a part of him just wanted to run away from where he was standing. He felt unsettled and on the edge.

This was their first kiss and he would never forget it, no matter how much he wanted to.

 

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(Noisy long breaths..)

Sebastian gasps, his face flushes to red with agony. Who knew a vampire as pale as him could afford rosy red  cheeks.

He reaches out to his neck desperately trying to remove the object  that was suffocating him. To his surprise, there are none. He breathes harder and swallower, heavy gushes of wind driven forcibly in and out from his mouth, feeling like being hauled over by plastic bag.  All in vain.

The room starts spinning round and round like a whirlpool, once again. The objects in the room including the bed, the table and the chair join him. The pages in the notebook he stacked sometime ago, flies in close, missing his forehead by an inch. It separates and releases hundreds of  images of black crows flying like an angry flock freed from a cage, crowing relentlessly around him.

Meanwhile, Young  Raven’s voice resonates in the hall,  repeating  ‘my mother is evil’ like a mind controlled puppet,  in the background.

One by one, big screens of Raven’s memory appears infront of Sebastian. Scenes of his conversations  with  his father plays  like an  old cassettes of movies.  Similar scenes follow,thousands,  countless, floating..

Sudden stop with a strong jerk on his body. Nauseaus. Weak.

…………………………………………………………..

Sebastian now finds himself standing on a black pitched empty road.

He lays out his hand to feel the gentle drizzles of rain on his palms .  The drops hits his skin before they pass through invisibly on it. Feeling amused how he could still perceive the cold drops on his transparent hands, Sebastian chuckles in irony.

Then, mustering all the little energy he could afford, he takes a step forward, grunting at spasmodic pain, his hamstrings and gastrocnemius muscles were enjoying inflicting on him.

‘Could this get any worse? Talk about badly choreographed movie..’ he mumbles, straining again for another effort to pull himself out of the road.

‘Raven…’. A voice calls.

Sebastian knew this voice. He holds his marching step with only his front heel touching the ground and turns. The mere sound alone made the depths of his soul feel at ease and  jump with excitement.

Wearing a frilly frock  stood  Laira with an umbrella, a  few feet away from him. Excat copy that she was now, although a lot fairer.

‘Something about that red…’ Sebastian remarks, pausing to stare at laira for a while.

‘oh yes..It pairs perfectly with her pink cheeks..’he monologues in admiral. His joy flashing visibly in his wide grin.

However, as Sebastian continues to fix his looks in adoration at laira, the vibrant red of her umbrella changes its image to satin red scarf in his pupils. It floats on air above her head , gradually replacing its reflection on his blue lens with bright blood red flare .

Pupils now contracted, yet still  maintaining their crimson blaze , Sebastian’s gaze follows  laira walking across the road, to the pavement then coming to a halt.

 

He stands stiff for a while, barely breathing himself, aroused by the heightened senses he was suddenly experiencing..like a kick to his system. A kick of ‘primal instinct’.

He  twitches his ears now attentive to the sound, like a hound on a trail and listens carefully to the  lure of inhaling and exhaling of laira’s breath, (Thump..thump..thump..)her  heartbeat and    (Swish.. Swish..Swish….) the soft rumbling of flowing blood in her system….all that he could perceive, crystal clear like never before.

Giving in to euphoric trance he was now in, Sebastian lets out a pleasant moan escape his breath. ‘Hush…..’ . The surge of power was a bliss to feel.

‘Go..!!’  He opens his eyes and tenses his muscles, clenching  his teeth to make a sprint.

‘Ah..’ . A painful prick   and he snaps.

Blood had now started dripping from corner of Sebastian’s lips into his white shirt. His fangs had ejected themselves to a pointy hypodermic needles from his canine sockets, piercing it.

Running his fingers across it hastily, Sebastian stares at horror seeing them stained with blood. He then widens his jaw exposing his fangs , slowely  retracting them back to his  canines. Once back to their sockets, he runs his tongue across his lips, sealing his wound as he does so, tasting the saltiness in his blood. Then confused, he  locks his eyes at laira’s face, who had now come to a stop infront of a familiar figure he knew.

 

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‘ what next Raven?’ asks Sebastian breaking their silence.

‘Her skin is pale, there are bruises all over her hands.. so little blood in her body. Its like I can’t even smell blood in her life. I worry to see her suffer Raven. She dies too many times. No matter how many times you revive her..life keeps getting shorter. And this wretched pain stabs back again and again’.

‘Yes. I know..but I can’t let her go. I promised I would not. I promised..’ the traveler  grits his teeth.

‘Of course you did. But that was 100yrs ago. I am just asking you to take the pain away. Let me help you, help me…let her stay with us for as long as we live. Centuries..’

‘I m trying to. But… I don’t want it that way. Given you a chance Sebastian, would you have taken this life of yours?’   Raven asks mournfully.

Sebastian pauses at the unexpected question. This was a question he preferred to better avoid always. Because no matter how he put it, no matter how meaningfully or pitifully he lived there was indeed never an end to time he had at his hands..

‘I know..i  would  have wanted to be a mere mortal’ he answers softly.

‘ To live, to suffer,to love, to remember.. But then perhaps I would not want it that way for real. Somebody has to be on balancing side. If good were to only exsist then they would not be good, bad has to coexsist to make them look better! Do you not understand?’ Sebastian throws a worrisome  glance.

He looks at the traveler observing him closely, who  now looks lost back to the depths of his head where his voices would never reach.

‘ I want her to be with us. I want this pain to go away. More than me..Do you not want it that way?’ he asks.

‘I do. But…’ Raven answers instinctively like it has been set on his mind to answer that way..however he pauses again, realizing he is unable to answer the one question his exsistence depended upon. He withdraws.

‘Its always upto you. It was always yours and it will always be your decision to make. Don’t hurt yourself. Don’t hurt her. That demon tricked you onto this. What fair is this deal? You wanted hell fire and look you can’t even control the power. It controls you. I can see your aura changing. Lets hope no one else does..’Sebastian tries to get to him, his voice much louder this time much firmer. But it wouldnot  reach Raven, nomatter how many times he tried.

‘This will never end..’ he sighs,remembering the countless agonizing conversations they had in past.

‘You were fooled Raven and ..’

‘I will and I can control this!!’ the traveler stops Sebastian halfway his sentence, suddenly getting back upto his feet, like jolting away from heavy shackles that was tied onto his shoulders.

‘ Because I have to..there is no other way…’he shouts.

‘And with this power combined with mine,I have enough strength to bring her back  everytime. I can and I will snatch her  back again, away from  the judgement door. I promise I will not let her go. Never’.

 

‘Hey . are we done packing?’ laira asks timidly from the back, interrupting the two men, who seemed to her like two gorgeus men on middle of their heated loveydovey discussion.

‘Almost laira…Did you say goodbye to your boyfriend?’Sebastian winks at her,already calm and composed, as if the mental war they had just now did not take place or it did but it had no  residual effects on him . ‘And by the way what breed is he, your boyfriend I mean?’he adds concerned, his eyebrows narrowed locked to the boy with frizzly hair in highschool uniform far at a distance

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Fang and the traveler had known eachother for a century now and they were brothers since then, atleast that’s what Fang had said to her the last time they had met though it was very clear to see they were not related by blood.

Fang was a little shorter than Traveler and had a boyish charm. He looked like he was just in his early 20s like the traveler was but claimed he was atleast 2 centuries old giving him advantage of being  half a century older than the traveler , which he bossed around often about.  He carried himself like a gentleman, was neatly dressed and mostly preferred a white suit to wear with a blue hankerchief neatly tugged on his front  pocket on contrast to Traveler who never left black out of him.

‘Oh can’t get rid of this hankerchief  laira even if you don’t like it’ he had said to laira  once, when she had asked to hide the handkerchief because people were always scared of him on particular when they saw that thing.

‘ Father says, it lets people know that I am from the Royal Blue family. Apparently it is very important for vampires, traditional thing you know’ he had said then, helding it on the midair moving it side to side carelessly like a kid.

 

‘How cruel. I almost love that girl…’ Fang pauses looking down at the ground where laira just stood.

‘I feel sorry for you.. brother but more for her for being with you’

‘Its sad to think..She will  remember none of this. The same soul recycled again and again. The same memories kept and erased again and again. Its like a blank paper written with pencil, erased and re-written  multiple times. I’m sure the imprints remain.’

He throws a glance at the traveler, with his eyes desolate now, the crystal clear blue eyes changing its color to mundane blue.

‘I did swear I will not interfere with any plans you have for her. I thought you would eventually be tired of playing your games and let the poor soul free. But you are more cruel than me. Is it not time to let her go?’

 

 

‘I can’t’ the traveler replies instinctively.

‘You know Sebastian..i can’t’

‘what am I to do?’. The traveler looks helplessly to the person standing before him, breaking down his tall build barriers for once. His voice calm but utterly in grief..

‘You always knew what you had to do. You know what you have to do’ Sebastian stretches out his right hand in the midair, his eyes locked at the beautiful array of colors of setting sun in the sky, like he could feel the warmth of orange-red hue in his palms.

‘And if you didn’t want it that way, I did tell you there are other ways to keep her with us…forever’ he says, his voice fading in the distance.