On-effing-going

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When; Sunday
Rating; NC-17
Characters; Alucard thekingofpain, Integral steeldame and D favoredson and Seras draculinaseras and Doris hunterborn.
Summary; When you were stupid curse day.
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He did not remember this strange land- how he came to be here. Perhaps the Demeter and floundered in her course and set him adrift in Not-England. Steepling his fingers, chin resting upon them, he thought for a moment.

All around, the city was alive. He could feel heartbeats, the pulse of blood in veins. The din of voices, machinery and life flowed through his being. It was so different than the silent repose of his native soil. So different.

And he hungered for all of it. To hold the pulse of life between his aching jaws, to lave worship across it, for life to consume him until the anger, rage and destructive urges were soothed away.

Eyes opened and a half smile curled his lips, he hungered.

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Two very strong presences draw his attention. One human, a female. Eyes drift close and the tip of his tongue plays over the length and girth of one canine. A female.

Eyes open, then narrow at the other presence. A .. half vampire? Of his own blood.

Upper lip curling to a sneer, Dracula moves through the unfamiliar apartment towards the source of that particular life.

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His son does the same, bare feet silent against the floor, the trousers and shirt he wears not even whispering against his skin. The human lives are of less consequence than Father's. Father's life is power. Father's blood calls to his own. Pale lips draw back from lengthened canines in anticipation. D's madness and hunger seep into the connection that he and the vampire share, his intentions--such as they are--open and unadorned with lies.

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As are Dracula's. This encroachment upon his territory, this usurper will not go unpunished. Such a lie! Children. Sons. His were long since dead and any masquerade as such would be torn asunder in the wake of teeth and claws.

Drawing himself up, he confronts with glowing, blood tinged eyes, lips curled up in a sneer.

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A snarl answers the vampire's threat. Eyes equally as red lock with Dracula's in challenge.

Father, D's instincts say, and, Kill him.

The dhampir lunges for his adversary's throat.

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Dracula arches a brow and attempts to sidestep, amused if the other vampire's momentum carries him past Dracula, but prepared to defend himself if otherwise.

"What will you have, imposter."

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D's reflexes are better than that. He turns to keep Dracula in his sight. One word--"imposter"-- reaches through the haze. The dhampir glares at his father, understanding only that there is a question of identity, not how to deal with it.

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Upper lip curling, he sneers, "No defense? No pitiful pleas? Excellent."

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Another growl in response to the words, this time one of frustration. Father is always ahead of him, always stronger. Father always makes the rules. Why should he let him? Why should he let this Father, whom D senses has not even seen a thousand years.

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Moves swiftly, then, attempting to pin the other creature, fangs seeking his blood, the source of his life. How dare such a game be pretended?

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The dhampir is forced against the wall. He struggles to bring his fangs to Dracula's throat in answer to the threat.

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Ignores whether he is bitten or not in turn and sinks fangs into the dhampire's neck, brow furrowing slightly to the taste of the blood. It was .. impossible? The boy was his blood.

His blood.

His son.

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It isn't possible for D to return the favor from the angle at which his father holds him. His claws dig into Dracula's arms as he tries to push the vampire away. Concepts flare into being, and more important than any other is the concept of losing. D has lost to his father. Again.

Submit.

He tries to ignore the instinct. Submission ... that isn't what he seeks.

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"A son. My son." He ponders the concept aloud, nuzzling gently at D's throat, in contrast to the brute force which holds the boy against the wall.

"But who is the mother.." Then pulls back, "No matter. You hunger, I feel it as my own. We shall hunt as father and son should."

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Words follow thought. "Not yours," D grinds out between clenched teeth. He shifts warily, moving his back away from the wall and keeping his gaze on Dracula. "My own," he insists.

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Eyes narrow again, fangs bared, "Mine. You are mine. And you will acknowledge it or I shall force you to."

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"No."

D's fangs are bared as well, and an energy rarely used begins to build around him.

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Chainsaw snarl rips through the vampire's chest, eyes glowing maliciously as he lunges forward. "Yes."

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The attack disrupts the dark aura the dhampir had unconsciously been gathering about him. D hits the wall with enough force to break through the studs behind the paint and dry wall. Splints bury themselves in his flesh, drawing fresh blood as he falls to the floor.

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Dracula rides him down, straddling his chest, snarling in the boy's face, "Concede or I will not allow you the hunt."

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D goes rigid with indignation, but he needs the hunt. He needs it more than superiority over his father. He can't ignore the hunger.

"Yours," he says with a shudder, and then subsides.

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Leans down and lovingly brushes D's hair away from his cheek, "Come then, my son. We hunt. There is a woman in this place, her blood calls to me."