Master? [NOAH]

[Ciel Rosewood]

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It hadn't been a day since Ciel had been taken back to Nero's clan that he bolted again. All of the people there: none of them were like him, and to be honest he was frightened of the large black wolf. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him through the forest. He was terrified, truth be told, after almost getting eaten by the man whom had taken him home. Of course, he could have simply been trying to be nice to him, but Ciel had spooked himself into thinking the clan was preparing to make him their next tasty meal.

He tried to climb up a tree- wanted to be as high up as possible, but he was so worn out and his energy was so low that he only ended up sliding back down. Helplessly, he clung to the tree as if it would offer him some hope of sanctuary. He was so terrified of this place. All of the sites and sounds, they were all so foreign to his ears and yet so strangely familiar.

Ciel wondered, in the back of his mind, if this was truly preferable to the bright sterality of the laboratory. Of course, he was poked and probed with all sorts of strange devices. His blood had burned and felt acidic within his skin. And he'd been deaf for days before his new ears had completely formed.

But he only remembered what had happened to him in flashes. He could remember who he was or who he used to be. He knew his name simply from the hospital bracelet still on his wrist. Glancing at it again, he stared at his name. Ciel Rosewood...

Who was he?

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize that someone had seen him. He didn't realize he could be in danger- he remained peacefully oblivious beneath the large oak tree.

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^{TAG - Noah
WORDS - 300ish
NOTES - YAY THIS IS FINALLY DONE. OMG I LOVE THEM I WANT TO SEE THEM IN ACTION. <3
TUNES - Spring Awakening - Don't Do Sadness
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[NOAH SULLIVAN WINCHESTER]

There was movement beneath the eyelids, and then a cough burst from the vampire’s throat. Air filled the lungs that had no need for it, and the eyes snapped open. Noah turned his head first to one side, then the other. There was nothing her recognized. He sat up, the motion so sudden that it would have appeared as a mere blur to human eyes. The vampire was tense, ready to burst into action if there was need for it. He did not recognize this beach, but there was nothing of danger nearby that he could see, hear, or smell. Long arms pushed at the sand, and he pushed himself to a standing position –much slower than he had to. When not on alert, Noah generally gave off the appearance of a lazy creature.

He looked down at himself and frowned when the moonlight revealed the wet and torn state of his clothes. Dark brows pulled together and once he’d finished looking over his physical condition, he did an inventory of his mind.

Noah Sullivan Winchester.

Good, he at least knew his own name. Birth date is December third, 1519. He also went through a number of important memories, and was pleased to find that they did not seem as if they had been tampered with.

Once he realized that everything with himself, directly, was alright, Noah felt the hunger. His fangs had slipped out of his gums and his eyes were giving off a faint glow.

He was in need of blood.

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Around an hour later, the vampire’s appetite was sated and he allowed himself to explore the island he’d so suddenly found himself on. He had taken off the shirt at some point, the cloth having been too torn to be of any use as clothing. Noah had shoved the tattered shirt into the back pocket of his faded blue jeans and continued on his way. He would have thrown it away, but there was no way to tell when he could find a use for the cloth on this island.

The vampire lifted his right leg to take another step, then suddenly went as still as a statue. His nose had caught a scent—one that was quite intriguing. Noah inhaled slowly, taking in more of the unique smell, then felt a smirk spread over his lips. His foot touched the ground, and he burst into motion.

Within moments he was standing by a tree just before the one that his prey was seated under, his form masked in shadow. Maybe prey wasn’t the right word, but Noah was too distracted to try and think of another. This close, the other’s scent was nearly intoxicating.

Had he not fed already, Noah would have used a direct approach. But as it was, he felt like playing a little. The vampire slipped through the shadows of the trees, making his way around to the side, and then finally behind the tree that the young male was seated under. He climbed up into the tree, careful not to rustle any leaves, and ended up on the lowest branch that was thick enough to hold his weight. Hooking his legs around the wood, he swung down, slipped a hand under each of the boy’s armpits and flipped them both back up onto the branch. For a human, that trick would have been very much impossible, but Noah had not been human for centuries.

He had the boy pinned between his own chest and the trunk of the tree, a hand planted on the bark on either side of the young male’s shoulders. He noticed the ears, and the vampire parted his lips to say something, but froze. A new scent had suddenly mingled with his own and the boy’s. The stink of a shifter. He turned his head slowly and caught sight of a large brown wolf stepping through the trees. Noah’s brows pulled together, then relaxed a little. The shifter moved with precision and stealth, obviously on the hunt, but they had to be young, for they were not using the movements of the air to their advantage. As their positions were currently, Noah could smell the shifter, but the shifter could not smell him and his captive.

The large animal soon gave a snort of annoyance and moved on to search somewhere else. Normally Noah would have been disappointed at the lack of excitement, but he had something else to hold his attention for the time being. Dark hazel eyes locked on the boy again, and he moved out of impulse, one hand reaching up and gently rubbing over the soft fur of the boy’s left ear, “These are…real?” His eyes widened in surprise when he found the fur and the cartilage beneath it to be warm.

[Ciel Rosewood]

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His ears should have picked up on something. His senses were hieghtened thanks to his mix between shifter, human, and animal blood. However, in his current state of frazzle (not to mention the vampire was obviously very skilled in stalking prey.)

He softly gasped as he was picked up-- and his large, slit pupils widened into large saucers as he stared up at the vampire in fear. This was it, then. He was going to die, miserable and alone. He was going to become someone's snack. He should have expected this- what with the wolves and all. But this man smelled different. He wasn't a wolf (though there was a wolf nearby). So if this man didn't eat him, he had no doubts that the wolf would.

And then it started to go away. Ciel would have breathed a sigh of relief, if not for the fact he still had a predator in his face. His ear that wasn't touched twitched and he made a soft, content sound. It felt good to get his ears stroked (maybe a little too good). But he couldn't really think of it that way while he was arching up.

"Real..." he spoke in barely a whisper. His throat seemed to be searching for anothe word, but he couldn't form it on his tongue. He finally gave up and looked at Noah sadly. "No... eat," he was trying to ask Noah to not eat him. "Please."

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^{TAG - Noah
WORDS - 300ish
NOTES - YAY THIS IS FINALLY DONE. OMG I LOVE THEM I WANT TO SEE THEM IN ACTION. <3
TUNES - REPO - 21st Century Cute
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}