Miguel was thinking about Mia. And her daughter with Ember. The son he had lost. It was so sad. And it made him jealous. And bitter and angry, and feel foolish. Mean thoughts spread in his mind, that he should've expected something like that from a woman like her. She had known he was going to get married. And she'd wrecked it. But as they say, it takes two. He'd probably been making bad decisions on substances.

It made him sick to his stomach what he was feeling.

There were leaned over the car window and hurled some of his meal up. He'd apparently eaten some type of animal from the forrest. 

Its blood and guts spewed from his lips.

He drank some of his mixed drink, then got out the car with some water. Fuck this, he wasn't sitting here crying about that ho. 

He was jealous. And embarrassed. 

Ember had a chld and he did not, with the same woman. Living child, that is. He was insanely, crazily, jealous. He had to hurt one of them. But he felt afraid. He knew Ember didn't like him. Mia had a living daughter and dead son. Family was important to him. So were his friends. This was sickening, a group of kids had been taken into a supernatural world. Why. Chosen. Why them. 

He needed someone to fill the voic of all the death and the holes from the drug use. Everywhere. Or alcohol. He couldn't help it, he sunk into his bed and started crying, so many feelings, managing to keep up what he'd eaten. He adjusted his skirt and then fell asleep, knowing that we're trained to cry in our pillows. He hadn't in a minute. A long one.

What had been different about tonight?

He was waiting at the auction, for somethIng actually interesting. He had seen it all. Mostly. Being over 100 yrs old. But stuck looking like he was in his 20s. His green eyes noticed a suffering woman, and he knew she was a wolf. He had a secret, he had transformed. Recently. And he was deemed guardian of the hybrids. But oh well. That had been a long time ago. She was trying not to cry, he could tell. She was takIng the pain well... or maybe not.
He was actually angry, angry about Itzl making him this. But Itzl was far older than he. Oh well.He hated wolves. Sometimes. He watched her, predator, he went here for amusement. She seemed so fragile. When he really got a good look at her.
"Ember was known here. "How much for this one?" He didn't want to spend too much... Surely they would cut him a deal. A sadistic smirk went over the vampire's face. He was already exhilarated with the idea of bringing her, or someone home. He stood about 6'7 with long red hair and tattoos all over his arms. He wore a long black coat, and had a cane in one hand. Not too many people knew about this. He could hear her fragile mind breaking under the realizations she was having

Laughter. He was laughng. At the crumpled body of the were woman. With her collar at least makng her semi desirable. He grabbed her by it, wonderng if he'd be so rough the collar would be broken. He sneered.
"Welcome to my home...Puts a whole new meaning to dog," His sharp teeth were close to her. One hand sunk into her blonde locks, carting her away to the dungeon, that many of the members of the castle didn't know was there. Secret. Room.
For...the prince.
He was.
"You may call me Ember, you?" Pale green eyes watched her for her answer. He was like a snake. A skull barbell was in his tongue, flashing as he spoke. He tilted her head with his hand in her hair, he wanted to feed. He loomed, hungrier and hungrier. Some of his exes had thought he was the Devil. Incarnate. Or at least, a devil. And that was truer than true. He ddn't mind feeding off a wolf. He was about to show her the room. Maybe.

She knew he had turned Harlen.

Harlen was in a deep sleep. Ember sat by the bed, doting on his lover. Harlen groaned in pain, but remained in a death like sleep. Ember stroked Harlen's bare chest, and pulled the sheets over him. Ember was sitting in a chair next to the bed. He had one leg crossed over the other. Harlen moaned and cried out in pain as fangs jutted from his gums. Having once been through the same thing, Ember knew how much pain he had been in, and now Harlen was experiencing it. Harlen would get a double dose of vampire blood and werewolf blood.

Ember had once had his heart pulled from his chest, yet he hadn't died. Then, he had been infused with werewolf blood. He leaned in, and cradled Harlen in his arms, who's eyes opened. Ember had run down to the kitchen to get a non-alcoholic bottle of blood. He poured Harlen a glass, whose eager eyes were searching for what he smelled. He drank daintily, and then set the glass aside, though it toppled over. He gasped for air, for breath. Then he lay still. "Ember, I want to go hunting." Harlen said quietly, and groggily.

Jumping pick a back style onto Ember, the other man carried him down the stairs and to the car. He walked to the passenger side, and opened the door for him and helped him get into the vehicle. Ember closed his eyes, wondering what was going to happen. He drove them to the city, which took some time. Under his watchful eye, Harlen got out of the car. Harlen did not want to make Ember angry, and being gay, he decided to persue a woman target. He had gotten a few tips from Ember, who was standing close by, as he hypnotized a woman with swirling blue-ish green eyes, then he drank from her throat. It wasn't too sloppy.

The blood was so delicious. It tasted amazing. Why hadn't Ember let Harlen into this world sooner? But it had furthermore consumated their relationship. Harlen moaned softly at the taste of the blood, and he could still feel Ember's body on him. He pulled away from the female, and her body sunk and collasped onto the ground. Harlen darted for the car, feeling skittish. Maybe this was the resolution to the anorexia, Ember thought, seeing strength in Harlen that he hadn't seen since the younger male had been getting off of heroin.

"You ready to go home..or?" Ember asked. "I want to bring you on a date,"

"No! No!" Harlen shrieked. "I want to leave here and go home." His hands were animated, in front of his small body, his fists clenched with painted blue nails. "I liked drinking the blood, but my heart is racing, please, bring me home?!"

Ember stepped lightly on the gas and they took off back to his mansion.

Harlen was lead out of the car, and carried in Ember's arms, then up the stairs they went.

"I want to sleep by myself tonight, I'll come get you if I need you," Harlen said, being protective of himself.

"I doubt you'll be able to sleep, but alright.." Ember said, unsure. He watched Harlen go off to his seperate room. Ember decided to check on Ayria. He went to his daughter's bedroom, and saw her soundly sleeping, but he laughed when her eyes darted open and spied upon him.

"Hey, Ayria," Ember brushed his fingers through her hair, and kissed her forehead. "Have any good dreams?" He asked her, knowing she wasn't quite old enough to respond. Charlotte stormed in, yanking him away from Ayria, and said, "I can't believe you, but it's about time you turned him." She arched an eyebrow, looking at where he had harmed himself to feed Harlen his blood. "I hope your decision pays well, but you know he is trouble. You know that. All he does is cause you suffering. I don't know why you put up with him."

"Charlotte - he does not. He needs someone in his life."

"Oh - how about just another set of Johns then?" She snapped. Thinking Harlen was disgusting filth. But she knew that Ember loved Harlen. They were all polyamourous, there was no need to get this way.

"It's my blood you shared with him, I have the right to be angry!" She commented.

"Well, I've been a vampire or almost 200 years, it's about time I turned someone, and I love Harlen, very much so. I gave up a lot for our relationship, and I have to say that I am satisfied with the way things turned out, and this could be the answer to dealing with his anorexia. I have tried so many times to feed him so many different things. It was disappointing, but I kept trying. I love him, Charlotte.."

She'd never forget the look in his eyes when he told her that he loved Harlen. He seemed distant, and far away. As if he'd gone elsewhere. She shook her head. "Well I love you, too, Ember. And we are together, also. You should've let me know what you were going to do. Did you plan this or something? You really should've told me."

They heard a sudden crying out from Harlen's room. Walking quickly, Ember went to Harlen's side. He can be so fucking irresponsible, Charlotte thought, looking at Ayria. And what kind of planning had Ayria been? It had to have been an accident.

Charlotte, you know I wanted a child for a very, very, long time.

She heard him in her mind. She supposed her thoughts had been loud.

"Mia's coming to pick you up soon," Charlotte told Ayria. "Your mother will be here shortly."

At least Ember had packed Ayria's bag. Little girl things, just waiting on Mia.

In the bedroom of Harlen's, Harlen was laying in the big bed, almost lost in it, and complaining he was in pain. "Still?" Ember commented, not realizing that it had been a powerful concentration of supernatural blood. Harlen had been frail and weak. "'I'm fine, I just need you." Harlen rolled over and Ember climbed into the bed to hold him. "Wait, I'm still thirsty... That woman wasn't enough to feed off of." Ember left and got more blood for Harlen, another glass. He extended it to him, and Harlen drank thoughtfully. Harlen's eyes had changed, and he lay into the pillows and blankets deeply. Harlen hardly ever slept in here. He was mostly with Ember. Charlotte and Ember met in Charlotte's room, most of the time. Harlen was gay, so there was nothing going on with Charlotte, and no one else. He did not really know how to function as an adult by himself. He was so damaged from the streets, from prostitution. He had caused a pimp to fall in love with him. Harlen wrapped his arms around Ember, and sobbed a little bit. "Being turned is very painful, it was like I died."

Ember didn't want to frighten him. He just laughed and told him, "You're not dead. You're more alive than you've been." He kissed Harlen's forehead. Harlen reached for the television remote, but was suddenly asleep again. The tv played in the background, and Ember lay there contently for a few moments in time, moments he cherished, but he had to get Ayria to Mia. His cellphone was ringing, he silenced it and answered the phone. It was Mia saying she was close to his home.

Ayria was grabbed up in his arms, he lifted her high into the air, and she laughed. He smiled at her, and held her close to his chest, with her bag. Mia met him at the door. They talked softly. Mia found it hard not to check him out, but she took her daughter's belongings, and left. Ember breathed a great sigh, relieved of his parental responsibility, and thought he would treat himself to a bloody and alcoholic beverage. He went outdoors. To the lake. He started to take his shirt off, flinging it to the ground and Charlotte's voice reached him.

"We're not done talking, Mr." She said to him. She walked up to him and played with his nipple piercings. "So you turned your first vampire. Well he's a hybrid. You're a hybrid. But you still haven't shifted into a wolf. He can. When will you? Yes, I know he needs you."

"He's asleep and in pain, he took more blood." He smirked at her, and wrapped his arm around her waist. "I was going to swim, want to join."

They are tormenting me tonight so that It doesn't seem like Im not normal. An abductee. Or anything. I hate Mkultra. I want them to go away. I want these aliens to go away. I don't want to be a freak, or weird, like Edward Scissorhands. If people only knew how bizarre I felt.  I guess it's normal. It's the end of the world, or maybe not. The little lies we tell ourselves. Life expectancy is better than it has been. But a lot of poor people. I want to complain to someone about America. People think it is so great here. What if you don't belong. Mom wants me to lead. I don't know how, I can be an Alpha OR a Beta, and honestly, I've had enough of serving as Beta, or doing for others. It's time I do for myself, and I'm going to. I'm tired of it. I had enough of everyone's shit. I found out I am actually a man, which I've been knowing, but now I have like..proof... Yeah, so all that embarrassing shit.

Olivia, would you really choose Roche.

"Want to hear a joke? Women's rights."

He told me that.

I worry that you'd stay with him. I would've gotten his stupid ass thrown in jail.

Gays and all don't get rights because women will. They thought being gay was a mental illness. It's not. You don't pick these things. It just is. You're like that. You are born like that. Other boys treated Olivia like shit. I would've worked to get us a house, each our own seperate vehicle, phones... They left her without a damn phone...I hated all of her exes and I hope she hates mine.

Charlotte was asleep on her bed, in her room. She had no idea that Ember had decided to turn Harlen, but her eyes shot open almost immediately. It had been her blood that had made Ember a vampire. A vampire man and werewolf man dating, how quaint. Both had been accidents, on the behalf of the one being turned.

It seemed as though he had been very busy. But really not all that much had been accomplished. But he had purchased a building to run his doctor's office in. It had been very stressful, looking at the available properties, and now he really had to do this, or maybe he could turn it into something else. Now he had Charlotte looking through applications of people to hire (because he really didn't give a fuck.)

She was viewing applications, and he was getting into the shower. Harlen heard Ember running the shower and decided he was going to go into the bathroom as well, he knocked in his special way and came inside, and looked at his boyfriend who was getting naked. Harlen took off his own shirt with his painted nails. Ember had a bottle of xanax that was spilled on the counter top in the bathroom, the pills hopefully not getting wet but whatever he was a doctor, he could just get more. So. But they needed some now. For some secret eating. Harlen noticed them, immediately, and guestured if he could have some.

[This is supposed to be a "s and m blog but we got a rp blog going on so whatever. My dreams, my fantasies, Jack said.Haha. Anyway, here's more Ember and Ayria and the gang.]

Ember felt bad he wasn't spending much time with his daughter. And Harlen needed attention, Charlotte needed to be talked to... And the animals... and he liked to swim in the lake... it was overwhelming sometimes. Serious talks. He felt so drained. He was tired from his life, from his worries, from being 'unable' to do things. He found he had been so fooled by the Inorganic Beings. He had been treated as if he were dealing with a used car salesman. And his friends. He was fed up with them, and he was fucking pissed, pissed enough to shed blood. And again. and again. They had tricked him, he was trying to save his lover.

Ember was Narcissus. Or had been. A very long time ago. He couldn't help it, he was blessed to be attractive, people flirted with him. He had accrued alot of people that loved him. He tried to pay them back, either with board, money, or food. His very own cooking. Fun at his house, in whatever way it occurred. Other areas of the house had not been spoken of yet.

He had slaughtered the previous owners. And implied that they had moved. No one was here. Either could be a safe thing, or a dangerous one. He was a demon vampire, something that demons tried to breed. And part Fae. They were desired. He fidgeted with himself in front of the mirror, his green eyes were unhappy, but no one ever seemed to notice. It was all fake. Every smile, every laugh, and he didn't know what to do about it anymore. He loved his daughter, but he'd never forget what Thor said. Thor had implied he'd molest his own daughter. Ember was terrified he'd. physically and mentally harm a son. But his daughter was peaceful and happy, smiling and giggling, and being playful with Charlotte. Charlotte was -not- a nanny, Charlotte was Ember's maker. He was caught in a daydream, all of the time, a dream that he had, that was everyone else's life. He looked away, distrusting himself, hating himself, hating everything, and left, wondering what on Earth he could do about his depression. He took some medicine, wondering if anything at all would help the sadness. It wasn't just his, it felt like everyone's. Ayria was fine. He could never hurt he. He would kill for her. As if that was anything different than what he already did for his loved ones. He'd bury them, eternal torture, if they were inappropriate with his child. His maker was spending a lot of time with her, but Ember had a lot of things to do. She knew he was stressed and drained.