Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Vampire Bond ❯ Trinity Wakes ( Chapter 2 )

Trinity awoke to darkness.

That was the first thing he noticed. The darkness of the room he was in and the darkness of the world outside the window. He had slept through the day. How was that possible?

Then he remembered the night before and the events of that night.

Am I truly a vampire now? Trinity thought to himself, not moving from the spot on the bed he was currently lying in.

Trinity then noticed that the bed was not his.

This bed was soft, not hard, and fit his form perfectly. He was comfortable for the first time in ages and contemplated staying in this spot for a while longer. But he could not. He had to find that vampire and ask him some questions.

Trinity slowly maneuvered his way into a sitting position and out of the bed, fully aware that his joints creaked as if they haven't been used in a day or two. His made his way slowly, in bare feet, across a hard wood floor, to the outline of a door he could see across the room.

He felt around the door for the handle and, grasping it at last, turned it and swung the door open.

The door opened up into a grand living room. A fire was burning away contently in the fireplace, with comfortable looking chairs and couches positioned around it, shelves filled to the brim with literature lined the walls, and there was a piano in the corner. The tall windows, with red curtains, were wide open; welcoming the darkness of the night, along with the moonlight. The room was widely decorated with colors of red and gold.

The vampire Trinity had met, Arcane, was sitting by the fireplace in one of the comfortable chairs reading a small novel.

When Arcane heard the door open, he looked up from his book and over at the new vampire. He gave Trinity a small smile before closing his book. He set the book on the table beside his chair and got to his feet.

“Good morning, or should I say, good evening,” Arcane greeted Trinity at last.

“Arcane,” Trinity said shortly.

“Ah, so you remember my name after all,” Arcane said, striding over to the other. “Good, I was worried the change would have erased that from your memory.”

“Change?” Trinity questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Arcane merely grinned at Trinity and took his arm, leading him to the fireplace where a large mirror stood over the mantle. Trinity looked into it and saw that he did not look as he had before he had been bitten by the blond haired vampire.

Trinity's hair had grown shorter and a small bit lighter then what it had been, but still dark enough to be call black. His eyes were dark now as well, deep pools of melted chocolate with a signet black ring around the iris. Trinity's skin was darker as well too, an olive shade and strong around his now toned muscles. But the change he most noticed now were his fangs as he opened his mouth to check for them, not long enough to stick out past his lips; but he had a feeling that they would get longer just before he would bite an innocent victim.

It was then that Trinity noticed his clothing was different.

“You changed my clothes?” He questioned, glancing up as he fingered a gold button on his jacket.

“Yes, I couldn't have you prancing around in those rags, could I?” Arcane commented, mostly to himself. “A vampire is supposed to look dignified.”

“I liked my rags, thank you,” Trinity spat back, sliding off his coat and throwing it to the floor.

Arcane sighed and Trinity raised his dark eyebrows at the almost sad sound of it.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Arcane turned away and went back to sitting in his chair, picking up a wine glass Trinity had not noticed before, filled with a red liquid he could not place. “I was just remembering how disappointed I was when I found that you were a man.”

Trinity sputtered with rage and grabbed the collar of Arcane's shirt, dragging him up so that their noses almost touched, glaring into his eyes.

“Do I look like a woman to you!?” Trinity hissed fire at the man.

“Not now, but you did back at that cottage of yours,” Arcane paused to turn his head away in order to take a sip from his glass. “When you were pale and fragile. I swear you even had the same weight as a woman when I picked you up. But seeing as this…”

Arcane motioned his glass towards Trinity's body,”…is how you're really suppose to look, I am the one who should apologize. I was wrong to guess at your gender without properly asking you what you were first. I am deeply, deeply sorry for this misunderstanding. Now, if you don't mind, could you please let me have my head back so I can enjoy the rest of this blood I have here.”

Trinity let go of Arcane and backed away a few steps, “that's blood?”

Arcane nodded before taking another sip from his glass.

“It's very good,” Arcane licked his lips slowly. “Got it just this evening; still warm too.”

Arcane held the glass out to Trinity, “go ahead, have a taste.”

Trinity reached his hand out for the glass slowly, his hand shaking with the effort; it was as if his human side was still within him, telling him subconsciously that it was wrong to drink another human's blood.

But I am not human anymore, he told the voice strongly. So it can't be wrong, can it?

Trinity gripped the neck of the glass in a shaky fist, bringing the edge to his lips. He felt the cold of the glass against his new lips and looked up at Arcane.

Arcane was watching him closely, waiting for… something. Was this some kind of initiation Trinity didn't know about? Was he about to join something he would, in the future, regret? Trinity couldn't think of that, he was too lost in the depths of Arcane's cool, green eyes to even care about such trivial things.

So Trinity closed his eyes and drank from the glass.

He could almost hear Arcane smile with delight.

Trinity drank the blood and it was like drinking water after days traveling in a desert. He felt renewed, reborn, alive. It was warm and filled him with the most incredible sensation he had ever felt, and he wanted more. He drank it all, and fast, and some dribbled out of the corner of his mouth as he drank.

Trinity was disheartened when he found the glass empty and had to pull it away from his lips. He gasped with the intake of air in his lungs and looked up at Arcane, who was laughing with delight in his chair.

“I didn't think you would do that so well,” he said, trying to sound serious, but traces of laughter still leaking into his speech.

“That was an initiation?” Trinity asked, clenching the glass tighter.

“Of the sorts,” Arcane stood from his chair and went to stand in front of his companion. “We drank from the same glass, so now we are partners.”

“You tricked me!” Trinity glared daggers at Arcane.

“Ah, now, would you look at this,” Arcane laid a hand on Trinity's chin, gently tilting the black haired vampire's face to the side slightly. “It seems you've made a bit of a mess. What will I do with you, huh?”

“Why don't you fix it, vampire?” Trinity glared from this new angle, feeling a bit braver from a few moments ago.

Arcane was a bit taken aback from this challenge and his hand almost left Trinity's face. But Arcane was never one to back down from any challenge, be it a hunt or ones of a different kind. So Arcane gave Trinity a brief, sly, smile and leaned forward, running his tongue along the line of red that had made its way slowly midway down Trinity's throat.

Trinity gasped at the sensation, the audible sound reverberating in his own ears and making him wish that he had never made the sound; for it was not really a sound of surprise, it was more a sound of pure, unaltered, pleasure, and Trinity regretted making it. He knew somehow that Arcane would know, after hearing the sound, immediately of what Trinity was, but Trinity didn't want him to know, for he suspected Arcane would give him nothing but ridicule.

Arcane had heard the sound, had deciphered it, but does not know fully what it may mean. He is a fool. Arcane was the kind of man in life that decided to live blind to that kind of lifestyle, and remains to be that man in death, albeit a bit braver; a brave enough man to pull off stunts like this without even a second thought. But the thing is… he hesitates.

And Arcane hesitated at the corner of Trinity's mouth, where the last bit of human blood remained. It was disgusting, he knew, but he took this challenge, and he would damn well complete it.

So Arcane slid his tongue across the corner of Trinity's mouth. And for the briefest moment, Trinity gasped, long enough for Arcane's tongue to loose its path a slip, ever so slightly into the mouth of the other.

But this kiss was broken before it could even start.

Arcane pulled away from the other and wiped his mouth off; Trinity standing opposite him, breath heavy, and all traces of blood gone from his face and neck. Arcane was staring accusingly at Trinity, as if he had caused the accidental kiss to happen; which in truth, Trinity did. If Trinity had not opened his mouth at that moment, then Arcane wouldn't have had to bear with having his tongue in that man's mouth.

“That never happened,” Arcane said firmly, giving his lips one final wipe with the back of his hands. “Come, follow me.”

Arcane walked briskly towards a door leading out of the living room, while Trinity stood dazed where he stood.

Trinity's lips were tingling from the brief, but strong, contact; and he longed for the press of those lips again.

“Trinity!” Arcane said loudly from the doorway, shaking Trinity from his dazed state.

Trinity looked up at the man to find him leaning against the door frame, arms crossed and irritated.

“Come on!” Arcane said firmly. “I have much to teach you before the sun rise.”

And with that, Arcane exited the room, leaving the door open; and Trinity quickly followed him out.