“Blood Thirst”
It’s late at night. Dmitri and Damia are resting in their bed while holding each other in their arms. Dmitri is kissing her forehead as he rubs his hand across her back and shoulder. Damia scratches her nails into his chest, enjoying the sight of his blood emerge and slowly vanish after a few moments.
“You know, I can’t believe how fast things are going. Can you Dmitri?”
He smirks and taps her nose with his fingertip as she snaps at it with her teeth and he chuckles.
“Well I DID wait CENTURIES for someone like you, so I guess everything is going fast compared to the time before I met you.”
Damia playfully scratches him in the ribs, watching his blood on her fingers before the wounds heal on his body. Her eyes spark with barely contained hunger, as she’s so tempted to drink his blood. He chuckles and feigns shock as he watches her.
“What was that for?!”
She slowly licks her fingers clean and grins at him as she slowly lifts up her head and stares into his eyes.
“Because I can, silly. But in all honesty, I just can’t believe how quickly our children are growing, and you just sit there and grin about it, you big oaf. I gave birth to a triplets in January and now… They have grown so fast! I expected them to be still in diapers, I….”
Dmitri gently kisses her lips, causing her to stop halfway through her sentence. Of course she doesn’t mind, and doesn’t put up any resistance to his interruption. She enjoys his soft lips as he kisses her with passion. Softly moaning against his mouth as he caresses her hair, she can’t believe how much she wants him all of the time. He sees her desire, and licks her lips playfully before pulling away from her and grins.
“We are not humans Damia. I’m a descendent from the ancient world my love. The bloodline that can be drawn all the way back to the origins of our kind flows through my veins and you know what that means don’t you?”
He stares at her with love in his eyes, whispering some Russian words that nobody understands before continuing his sentence
“You are from the royal bloodline my dear. Even if you were human at first, you are still from a heritage that is beyond that of what humans or us vampires have ever encountered. Not even those who like me are from the original bloodline. Besides, we both have a way of speeding things up when it comes down to the game of love.”
She chuckles and strokes his cheek gently, leaving red streaks along his cheek.
“Love Dmitri? Or are you thinking about lust?”
She chuckles as she sees his eyes burn with desire after hearing those words. He softly bites her earlobe before biting her neck with tender loving. She sighs and feels goosebumps coming up all over her body, and doesn’t stop him from the teasing he is giving her.
“Ohh Dmitri!”
He continues until his head slowly lifts up, looking into the darkness as if he sees something or even heard something familiar. Damia frowns softly as she looks at him questioningly.
“Dmitri?”
He growls softly.
“Kazimir!”
He sighs and doesn’t move as he has suddenly smelled the scent of their youngest son. The rage and the bloodlust ran strongest in him out of all three of his children. He adored Kazimir just as much as the other two, but he was the one that resembled the most. And right now, he was a little too close for comfort for the situation. He can feel his son’s eyes pierce through the darkness towards them from near the door, knowing that the question will come shortly.
“Daddy?”
Dmitri looks at Damia for a few moments, kissing her softly before turning his attention towards his son.
“DADDY!!!”
Dmitri bares his fangs through a sheer reaction, staring at the eyes of his love who returns his gaze with the most lovingly stare he has ever seen. Almost forgetting everything around him as she nods her head towards him.
“Go ahead Dmitri. I know he is not one of the most patient one. I’ll have a surprise for you when you come back.”
He grins, turning his head towards the kid that is so adorable. Of course he looks just like his brother, who is only a few minutes older than him. And yet his vampire eyes can keep the two apart due to their small differences of characteristic reactions, as well as their scents. And even though he could never choose between either of his three children, he had a soft spot for Kazimir. When he isn’t hungry, his son is so adorable. It is the moments when Kazimir is almost begging for his thirst to be quenched that causes him to remember what HE was like as a fledgling. The moments where Ekaterina forced him to suffer from hunger in his imprisonment always spring to mind when his son tells him that he’s thirsty. But he would never starve his children, though sometimes Kazimir drives him insane, much like he did Ekaterina. He suddenly hears a low growl.
“Were you thinking of that old bat Dmitri?”
Staring back into the eyes of Damia for a few moments, knowing that she read his mind and teased him. He bites her neck playfully, causing her to scowl at him before he turns towards his son as he slides out of his bed.
“What is it my son?”
He looks down at the boy, already knowing the answer to the question.
“I’m hungry dad.”
He chuckled upon hearing what he was expecting. Since a month ago, when the children had the physical look of a five year old, Kazimir had craved blood. But he didn’t want it from blood donors. Kazimir wanted to hunt.
“Kazimir, you know you are too young to go out and hunt. Your strength has not fully developed yet. I…”
Kazimir rolled his eyes and stomps his foot.
“AW come on dad! I’m three months already!! And the doctor said that means that I’m eight! You promised me when I turned eight that you would go hunting with me. Why are you stalling it?”
Kazimir looks at his father, before questioningly looking at his mother, who tries to stifle a chuckle that she could not stop with the back of her hand, causing him to look at her before rolling his eyes. Dmitri grumbles to himself, knowing that he cannot talk himself out of this, yet he wanted to be with his love so badly. Kazimir stomps his foot again.
“You promised dad!!!”
With an unexpected move, Kazimir suddenly hits his father’s leg with his young vampire arms, causing Dmitri to look at him with a shocked look upon his face. The blows clearly don’t faze him as Kazimir has not reached his full strength yet and will not reach it until he is fully grown into an adult. Yet with the pace that they are growing that may not take long either. He’s truly torn, because he’s a bit angry at his son for hitting him, but the other side of him is actually enjoying the development of his youngest boy. He has to get control of the situation though, and he places a hand on his son’s shoulder, pushing him back.
“Stop it Kazmir!”
The young boy keeps swinging at his leg, growling.
“NO!! Not unless you promise to go hunting with me!!”
He pushes the boy away, trying to gain control of his son.
“Kazimir!!”
“Oh why don’t you go hunting with him Dmitri? I can tell you wanted to do so for quite some time now.”
Dmitri turns his attention towards his love in shock. He couldn’t imagine what made her say something like that, but he thinks about it for a minute, then turns towards his son and nods slowly.
“Okay Kazimir. We will go hunting.”
His son looks up at him with a shocked look that quickly turns to joy.
“Yay!!”
He held up a finger, stopping his son’s dance of joy.
“Under one condition son.”
The happiness suddenly turns into a cautious look upon his son’s face, not clearly expecting this from his parents.
“I cannot take you hunting unless I bring your brother with me as well son”
Kazimir rolls his eyes, as he could have expected that one coming from his father. His brother is also one that desires blood, but he can contain his urges better than Kazimir. His older brother is also the more intelligent one, as he studies the books from the council every opportunity he gets when he and his parents visits them.
“Fine, you can bring him.”
Kazimir turns to walk away, but is stopped by his father.
“Have you forgotten something son?”
Dmitri has grabbed Kazimir’s shoulder as he was about to turn around and walk back towards his room and slowly turned him back around. Kazimir rolls his eyes and mumbles petulantly.
“Thank you dad.”
Dmitri ruffles his hair and smiles.
“That’s my boy.”
The shot fades when we see Kazimir walk out of his parents bedroom as both Dmitri and Damia smile at their son’s desire to drink.
The rooftop
We come back to where Dmitri is now fully dressed in his usual three piece suit that we have grown accustomed to seeing him in. His two sons, Evgeni the oldest and Kazimir the youngest stand on either side of him. Both are spitting images of him as they are wearing miniature versions of his outfit. They’re staring at the darkness overlooking the streets of the Las Vegas. The on going lights that constantly keep shining as well as the music that keeps playing, are all being ignored by their piercing eyes and listening ears. Waiting for that one moment to strike upon the perfect victim.
“Dad??”
“Yes Kazimir.”
“We have been here for a half an hour, and we still haven’t fed yet. Why?”
Dmitri opens his mouth to comment, but Evgeni speaks first.
“Because we are waiting for the right one to come Kaz.”
Kazimir growls and rolls his eyes at his big brother.
“I didn’t asked you Yev!!”
Dmitri places a hand on Kazimir’s shoulder.
“He is right though Kazimir. You see every human being is different my son. Some of them are weak, others are sick. Some of them have a blood type that is instrumental to feast upon especially when you are at your age. I…”
Kazimir interrupts him, throwing his arm out towards the city.
“So you are telling me that you can smell that???”
Dmitri turns his attention towards his youngest son, who looks at him with a puzzled look that is conflicted with his hunger for blood. Kazimir’s eyes have turned dark red and his small sized fangs have emerged from the corners of his mongs Kazimir, I can taste it in the air, I can see the sweat upon their brows or hear their blood pump inside their bodies and I can almost taste their blood. I know this is something that is completely new to you and understandingly so. I…”
Kazimir howls into the night.
“It’s not FAIR!! You get all the cool stuff and I’m stuck dealing with this thirst!!”
Dmitri stares at his son, his eyes are black as the night, and the thin line of the white surroundinghis irises makes them more menacing than Kazimir has ever seen. Realizing that he went too far, he slowly extends his hand towards his father in apology. Dmitri accepts the hand as he caresses the back of his head to make things all better again. He suddenly turns his head back towards the humans walking on the pavement below them. His eyes are following someone that is seemingly unaware of their presence and enjoying the evening until….
“Wait here. I know you think you’re ready, but you boys still don’t have the physical strength or experience needed to do this safely.”
He jumps off the roof top to another one before they could even answer him, watching him with interest. As Evgeni’s eyes follow his father to study, Kazimir’s are looking on in awe and also a little bit jealous. You can tell he wants to do the same things, even wishing to be a better hunter than his father. Evgeni can practically read his mind and he smirks.
“Good luck Kaz.”
Kazimir rolls his eyes.
“Ah shut up Evgeni.”
Only a few moments later we see Dmitri back on the rooftop with a human being that he has caught. He’s holding the twenty year old man down, and has his face pushed to the side. The young man’s veins pop into view for his young sons who itching to sink in their fangs.
“I hope you have watched and learned my sons. Now it is time to feast. Who goes first?”
Obviously not much of a surprise to either Dmitri or Evgeni to see that Kazimir has already sunk his teeth of the young man as the shot slowly fades with a smiling father that is proud of his sons.
“A second chance”
A few hours later, after Dmitri went hunting with his sons and watch them feast upon a human being for a while, then personally took him to a nearby hospital after he made sure that the boys didn’t drain him completely. He wanted to make sure that they understood the true meaning of hunting, and how they should take care of those they hunted on. He wanted them to know that just because they had the thirst, they didn’t have to become killers. He was sitting in the living room, drinking a bit of bloodwine after putting his sons to bed, when he froze, mid sip.
“Aren’t you a bad girl to be up this late.”
We see a young girl emerge from the corner of the living room door, clutching her young arms around a stuffed elephant whose head has clearly been sewn back on again a few times. She pouts a bit.
“I was having a bad dream daddy.”
He smiles as he places the glass next to him on the table and spreads his arms towards his only daughter. She was the one that you could never stay mad at. She had the look of innocence, and such a sweet temperament. She looked as if she didn’t have an ounce of anger inside of her. Yet Dmitri knew better. Even though she isn’t filled with the thirst and rage of her older brothers, she was the one they watched out for the most. Her rage would go off like the flip of a switch, as evidenced by how she would rip the head off of her stuffed animals. She climbs into his lap and nuzzled up against her father as she looks at him with her big brown eyes.
“Whatcha doing daddy?”
He smiles as he grabs her toy elephant and looks at him
“Did she bite you again Dumbo?”
She grabs the elephant from his hands and holds it tight against her as she tries to look mean at her father.
“His name is Mr. Fluffo daddy.”
Dmitri grins as he knew that all too well, but loved how she would react to him that way.
“I knew that Yelizaveta, just like you know that daddy was thinking about the hunt that he is preparing for this coming Monday. Where I and Auntie Lucy will go and fight the two humans called….”
“Wyatt Peterson and Amy Marshall??”
He smiles at her as she finished his sentence, naming the two opponents he and Lucy will be facing at the second round of the Blast from the Past tournament.
“Yes sweetie, that’s correct. A mixed tag team match where your father can only fight Wyatt when the both of us are in the ring, whereas Lucy has to face Amy in the same way when they are.”
“I like Auntie Lucy, she is pretty daddy. You think she would like to play with me again one day?”
Staring at him with her cute eyes, he couldn’t help but smile down at her. Her innocence warms his heart as he kisses her forehead, feeling the warmth that she has inherited from her mother.
“I’m sure she will my princess, I bet she would love to play with all your toys. And who knows, she may even bring a new one for you as well”.
This causes her to smile at her father as she turns her attention back to his opponents.
“But why would they put these two humans against you and Lucy? Don’t they know that you will crush Wyatt?”
He chuckles, loving the sincere worry that she has for his opponent in this match. She is so different from the boys. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t enjoy being a vampire and loving the taste of blood.
“You see princess, in the lives of human beings there is that drive to overcome the odds that is stacked against them. Because in their minds they feel that they are the most powerful entities in the entire world.”
Yelizaveta cocks her head to the side and looks thoughtfully up at him.
“Why don’t you tell them that they are not daddy?”
He tickles her stomach playfully, making her giggle.
“I do pumpkin. But when it comes down to listening to the warnings that I speak off and actually processing them so that they understand what I am saying are two completely different things my pretty. You see, there are those who take it upon themselves as a mission to prove the others wrong when they say that you cannot overcome something.”
She frowns as she tries to understand the thinking of others.
“But why daddy?”
He sighs as he tries to explain things a bit better.
“Because humans believe that they are the best hunters in the world, hunting down everything that they believe are a threat to them. They do not wish to share their power, or should I say look up towards those who are truly in control, because they are jealous of those who truly are my pretty.”
“Does that mean that they don’t like us?”
Dmitri grins as he brushes her long black hair before looking upwards towards Damia, who has been standing in the doorway for a while, listening to their conversation with a big grin upon her face.
“It’s time for you to go to bed young lady.”
Yelizaveta pouts and looks up at her mother.
“But Moooommmm…”
Damia points at the door with a smirk and her daughter sighs and yawns as she slowly climbs out of her father’s lap.
“Okay mommy.”
Dmitri swoops her up in his arms and hands the youngest towards Damia after giving her a final kiss on the cheek. Yelizaveta waves at her father as he waves back at her. As soon as the two have turned the corner, the look on his face along with his mood changes drastically. He stares into the camera that is filming everything.
“Blast From The Past, round two. Victors move on and those who lose stay behind empty handed…, or so at least that’s what people claim to have written down in the rules of what can and cannot happen… or at least so it seems, but sometimes have an alternative motive to change everything that would benefit those who does not truly deserve it. But I guess in line of fairness that sometimes a winner needs something better…, better than that what she originally had. Of course there are examples that prove that, but to say that everyone else will get the same opportunity to succeed?? I truly don’t know…”
“But sometimes people just tend to go too far, only because they like to hand out opportunities in hope of better pastures down the line. SCW has reopened, our beloved bosses have their hopes up high and have their minds focus on bettering their product. Watching some fight hard, but lose. Not wanting to have them sour down the drain of reality that is their destiny. But instead of just replacing a team winner with a loser….. only for the realization that when you fight hard, you get noticed. And when you get noticed, you get opportunities. Too bad that the opportunity ends here and ends this Monday on Sin City Wrestling.”
“I just hope I didn’t pushed the envelope with you Wyatt, what a tale to hear after such a long time to be back in the wrestling ring last week. I guess the bosses have a desire to see how far you can go before ending up with that scare of who knows? Who may very well wonder how well you have healed… and how long it may take before feeling that awful familiar sensation??”
“But before you are worried that I am searching for that career ending injury upon you, I will not Wyatt. If I wish to destroy you, then I would have already done so the first night that you came back. But I knew our paths would cross one day, but after being eliminated by your current tag team partner made me cross your name of that bucket list of things to do in this tournament. How quaint, how delightful that you can now enter a path upon achieving the goal of challenging the world champion if you manage to succeed. But tell me Wyatt? Do you still know what it is like to succeed?? Or are you just this hyped up to wrestle that everything else is just merely a “bonus?”. An extra that could be identified of being handed down from whatever corner of luck and reality that stares you in the eyes???”
“But when you look into these eyes Wyatt, do you think luck has a mean side of him as well??”
Dmitri’s facial expression changes, he is now cocking his face to the side and his hair falls over a part of his face. We can see a sinister smile emerge through the hair as his fangs are slowly getting bare for the camera to see.
“Now I know I don’t have to ask you whether you know what it is like to fight, claw and struggle to get to the point of where you want to be at. Because how many years did you had to fight before being cleared to wrestle again?? But that’s the problem my friend, you had a mission at hand where you knew that there were two opportunities that could have been at the end of the tunnel. You either succeed…., or you don’t. Doesn’t that give you hope or something? Hope that one day everything COULD become better? That your determination would eventually be repaid by something that could be considered as an success? A success story where the struggling fighter gets back to the level that he was once at?? That was your goal all along wasn’t it?? Well I applaud you”
Dmitri slowly shakes his head, dropping his head backwards as the hair starts to fall behind him and hangs loose into the thin air. He breaths in and out softly as we see his chest rise up and down before lifting his head up once more.
“But like the applause for a good show, a great movie or perhaps out of respect for someone that has achieved something great or has died… every applause has a beginning and an end Wyatt. And your run in this tournament should have ended last week. That would have been better for you and perhaps as well for your newly formed partner. But I’m sure that either of you are only thinking about the fact that you have moved on….. where both of you need to assume whether lady luck will strike twice in merely two weeks??? Whereas superiority has made us advance where Casey and Song has failed… that must’ve troubled you hasn’t it Wyatt??”
“But just like everything else my friend, every exciting moment comes to an end and then the only thing that is left is the reality that only two names will advance and two will left behind. And I’m sure that Lucy isn’t looking for a replacement for me to keep your hopes alive to move to the next round. The only thing that is left for you to finalize is merely accept defeat and perish”
He whispers the word perish a few times as if it is destined for him to end the hopeful dream of one of his opponents.
“Good luck Wyatt, you will be needing it”
He sighs, realizing that even though he wont be facing her in a physical one on one combat. He realizes that he has to talk about the other opponent that will be facing Lucy.
“Amy…., how ironic to one day have a successful team and advancing to the next round over your opponents. And suddenly have your tag team partner being replaced by the significant other that you and him beat. How must it have made you feel?? I mean aren’t the words often used to never change a winning team??? But oh well, what has been decided from high in the bosses chairs counts isn’t it??”
“I hope you weren’t too attached to Chris, I hope you two hadn’t started sharing secrets and tactics in the hopes of advancing a few more rounds?? Who you would have preferred to face and who not??? And now? Now you just have to dwell in the farmer’s haystack in the hope of finding that one needle that would bring you luck and success. Knowing deep down inside that you cannot trust him now can you???”
His dark demeaner becomes darker as he moves his face further out of the lights of the lamp above him, casting a shadow over his face that would resemble to a skull covered partially by his hair as his breathing is evident.
“It’s all evident that the tide has shifted and everyone is to be blamed but you. And no, there’s no sarcastic nature behind these words as it’s evident to be true. You had done what you were supposed to do, looking over your shoulder and see Crimson standing there… and the next moment, it’s all gone. You need a miracle to hope for another repeat of what you had done last Monday Amy. Because this farmer’s boy is just like Casey another example of how some people never should have returned in the first place. Even though that when it comes down to Casey, that it is merely the fact that his stupidity has never quite gotten the concept of what it means to be retired… As for Wyatt, he followed a dream, a dream that brought him this far. A momentous occasion that had made the owners soil their pants in believing in that one special dream. Only to extend it to become a nightmare. Miracles tend to happen from time to time, but just like Wyatt’s hopes of advancing to the next round… so is your luck to do the same thing over again. Lucy and I shall once more advance and leave you and Wyatt’s hopes shattered and broken down…..”
“Just like it should have been all along”
With that the shot slowly fades to darkness
