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.

Ember woke up, to find that he was still slightly, drunk. Ayria was asleep. He glanced at his desk, and the piles of notes, and paper. He hated how he still tried to hang onto humanity. He wasn't like other vampires. They didn't use cellphones. He didn't have to drive, he liked to. So he did. 

Humanity wasn't so terrible, at least not to him. 

He yanked the blanket off, careful of his child, and yawned. He looked out the heavily curtained windows, and opened the balcony doors to let in a breeze, and then wondered if anyone was home. He put Ayria in the playpen, assuming Charlotte had done it. He was very confused how to care for his child. Maybe he should ask Mia..But he figured she would be no help. 

Ayria started babbling away and playing with toys, and he mumbled something about being back in a minute, and went down the stairs to see what was going on. 

He rubbed his temples, he had certainly been up a long time. He checked the clock. He had to get Ayria something to eat, he had like no time for this, but honestly, he was very stressed, and apprehensive, and was tired of being home. He looked in the fridge, and grabbed something for himself, and then started looking for Charlotte. He felt the verge of a nervous breakdown, coming, on fast. 

He chugged his vampiric drink, grabbed the keys, and got in the car and left. Then he picked up the phone, and called Charlotte. "Hey, I have to leave. Now. Please take care of my daughter. I don't know when I'll be back," He said, listening for her response, then clicked off and slung the phone in the passenger seat. 

Thoughts zoomed through his head as he took the long roads through the mountains, the air conditioner was making a mist on the vents, and the radio was on, but he wasn't paying much attention. It was so goddamn hard not to think about smoking. Something suddenly pissed him off, and his foot slammed on the petal, the car whirred around the corner, his green eyes looking at the surroundings. He liked to be alone. Obviously. Not any other motherfuckers out here. He kept some foodstuffs in the car, and grabbed a bottle of water. Not needing to eat, or drink, but he did anyway. He seemed to have had an odd dream the night before. He wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but decided it would be best to slow down a bit, and he pulled to the side of the road. An expanse of trees was there, and he got out, locked the car, and went trekking down further into the woods. 

This .. happened ... sometimes.

Yes, it was all fun and games, for everyone else.
It was so, bothersome, to be mindful of this and that, for others sake.
Darkness crept into his mind.
"Let them fall," he thought. He slung himself under a tree, and reclined with his back against it. He was fucking pissed. Maybe it was that drink the night before. He didn't really drink too much anymore. Suspicious thoughts about Charlotte haunted his mind.

'I promise I'm not trying to hurt you,'

He heard, and he sneered and growled angrily. Then considered: what did it matter, things were messed up as it were. Oh me, the awful terrible guy. No, something was very wrong. Very fucked up about this scenario. The things people said about him. Mia had given him the clippings of the kills he had made. She had known. They were deeply hidden in the house. A place no one knew. A place no one would ever know. Maybe. What did it matter. Why did it matter, anyway. 

"Yes, let them destroy themselves," He thought. He thought lovingly of Ayria, but, this was not ideal and it was not making him happy. "

"Fuck, I need another drink..."

Like static, he moved to his car, slammed the door, and went for the city. Again. He was bored. And he wanted to get out of that damn house. For a little while, at least several hours. Brief views of Charlotte holding Ayria were in his mind. Once more, he heard the female voice. He knew who it was, and it made him fucking mad. He stomped the pedal again, not realizing he was grinding his fucking teeth.

"I promise I'm not trying to hurt you... I'm not going to hurt you..."

Ozzy blasted on the radio, 'You preyed on me, then you prayed for me." Some asshole attempted to cut him off, and he smashed the horn furiously, and got damn near close enough to wreck their fucking shit, and zoomed further up the road. Casting a wicked glance over his shoulder. He went to the not so lit up side of town, and got out, sort of hiding his car. The static streams and apparitions of him appeared nearer and nearer, until he was rather near the people. He observed them, disinterested. 

'Fuck,' He said, just to himself. He didn't know what the hell he was doing, or anything. He climbed up an old apartment buildings outdoor stairwell, onto the roof, very quickly, quietly. Killers are quiet. He sat up there, and watched the pathetic little people, bustling around, reading their minds, concerned about their clothes, their appearance, the opposite or whatever sex, their opinions of themselves, and considered their levels of intoxication. Wondering if there was anything worth chasing. He sighed softly to himself. He had grabbed his phone, and fooled with it rather covertly, underneath the folds of his long jacket, and wondered what the fucking hell he was doing. This really sucked. Everyone seemed like empty sacks of nothing, and empty little heads being controlled. He wasn't saying they didn't have value. The fuck? He had just been considering working in the health field. But why? What was he aiming to heal anyway? But it was useful. Time was a thing. Whether goddamned Einstein was saying it wasn't. He believed Time was indeed real. He had the answers to Einstein's questions. Some of them. Not that he often looked at shit at that, there was always some motherfucking bullshit, demanding his attention.

"Let them fall. Clip their wings."

It droned into his head. He tapped a heavy boot on the apartment rooftop. He was always cloaking himself, and he had no interest in talking to someone. Something was watching, and he took his pistol and aimed and fired, leaving it dead and bleeding. He raked his knife, against it's flesh, and shined a light at it. It moaned, and died. Ugh, disgusting things in this world. He set it's body into ashes. And it was gone. Devouring it. He looked at the substance on the blade, and whiped the end of it with a piece of cloth in his pocket. Fucking disgusting creature, how dare it look at him. How dare it invade his space. 

Ember was at his desk, looking over some herbal cures. He had to keep money pumping into the house, his daughter's future was at stake, and, honestly, the man, although at times cruel, sadistic, and prones to fits of rage, loved to host parties. There would always need to be great food available, and attendants, and bar workers to keep the guests happy, and entertainment. 

It didn't bother him much he had a daughter.

He feared how he would treat a son.

There would be none of this, gushing, princess crap. But she would know her worth. As a human being. 

"Ember..."

Charlotte's voice called, and he pressed his fingers to his eyes, squeezing as his brows furrowed.

"Yes?" He said softly, more calm than usual, and started to file his papers away.

"Are you ever actually going to do anything with that?" She asked, looking at all of the books around him. She had watched him before the night the bonfire happened. No one thought he would amount to shit. They thought he was nothing but a burn out drug addict, sleeping with anything that walked, and violent, a monster. These books were massive, and there were tons of notes he had taken.

"I would like to," He said softly. He looked at her invitingly, but she could see the sadness in his eyes. He always hid how stressed he was. The crow's feet around his eyes crinkled up even more so, or though it appeared. 

"I have to take care of Ayria, and the property... She will have a good life."

Flashbacks of how badly he had desired a child came to his mind. Fits of why. Why not.
The one that died... So long ago. His red hair hung around his face, and he started jotting away on the oaoer, just doodles, occupying himself as per usual as Charlotte seemed to study him. 

"How do you think I could actually go somewhere with this? Going to business would be foolish, taking a business course is stupid. I just need a building," Which, I could take by force, he thought. His eyes looked around the room. Charlotte wondered how long he had been sitting up. For quite some time.

"I don't..I don't know.. I know you've been trying this for many years..."

He sighed. "Yes, things are always getting in the way. Interrupting. Some kind of shit happening."

Charlotte smirked. "You can experiment on people," She said, in a rather suggestive, sultry voice, and his whole train of thought just stopped and he looked at her, a fair colored brow arching at her words, the piercing jerking suddenly. "Yes?" He said, and scoffed. "Are you serious?"

"The sinister urge..." She reached her hand towards his, her nails were filed into sharp tips and sank into his pale ones. He laughed suddenly. "Mmm, so you do know about the secret room." He rolled his eyes, and slammed the books shut with place keepers of various colors to keep track of things.

"Yes but I don't know how I should run this. I need to take a building to work out of. No one should come here. At all. So I have to obtain one of those.." His eyes darted from side to side. Her hand still rested on his. "And I don't know if I should bother getting certified. At all. I'm a fucking ... I'm not human, I can't attend human classes.... I don't know what to do. I want to be a Dr, I do, I need the money for my family," Which included Charlotte, Ayria, and Harlen, and even the slaves. The animals. The animals indoors and outdoors. "Yes, I have to get this done some sort of way, I don't think practicing without certification is good."

She sighed. "I don't know what to tell you, either. I don't think it matters if you have some piece of paper as you call it saying you can give out medicine."

"Charlotte, this is people's BODIES, I can't just guess 'this is good for this' and then they are allergic and die..."

"Doesn't seem to matter to humans," She commented, and he blinked, and once more squeezed his upper nose between his fingers. 

"Well, I'm NOT human, and I want to be more responsible than that."

She got up from her seat and she went and poured him a glass of wine, a regular wine, not his 'special' kind, and one for herself. She was dressed in her old fashioned type clothes, and he wore a sort of modern Gothic style. The thoughts troubled him in the night, how he held onto his humanity. Robbing people was getting difficult, but he was getting stronger day by day, and soon, he would be very powerful. He drank from the glass, and scooted back in the wooden chair across the wood floor, and looked very tired.

"I am stressed the fuck out," He commented, then looked at her. "What did you mean you would reward me if I stopped smoking, Charlotte? I saw what a disgusting, terrible habit it was. I am so glad I don't have to deal with those things anymore. I don't want such things in my house any longer. They are not welcome here, or at least, it has to be done very far away."

She allowed him to become even more drunk, then she gave him a kiss, and he fell asleep on the antique couch in the upstairs study. One arm draped touching the floor. She tossed a cover over him, and watched him. She felt she had bit off more than she could chew. She had no idea what all was going to happen to him. She regretted never talking to him, never interacting with him, letting him go mad and insane by himself, letting him meet strange people. He had changed so much. She knew the evil still lingered in him, and that was what she wanted to awaken. She brushed his hand softly that lay touching the floor. He had no idea what was coming. She looked at his desk, and looked at his notes, he seemed to be collecting a lot of data from many sources and trying to make some sort of omnist formula. She couldn't believe how intelligent he was. She left everything as he had put it, but she thought she had saw his open green eyes watching her. Was he fake sleeping? She panicked, and drank from her glass, and acted as though she were just watching him sleep. 

She checked the time. 3:03. The glowing red digital numbers. That's not right, she thought, seeing the sun appearing, then looked back at him. She grasped the glasses and took them down to the kitchen. She put them away in the washer, and she carried Ayria up to her father, putting Ayria between her father's back and the couch. She wiggled and seemed to heave a great sigh as she touched her dad and rested her head against him. He mumbled something, reached, though asleep, seemed surprised by a blanket and kissed Ayria and covered them both. 

Harlen had taken temporary residence in Ember's room. Charlotte had her own 'come and go' guest room. Charlotte opened a play pen in the middle of the study, figuring Ember would be up working on the medicinal stuff again. She wasn't sure why he bothered, most immortals could heal themselves. Why did he even care. She couldn't take her eyes off him. She felt so much guilt, for how she had changed him, and left him alone.... She wanted to answer his questions..... Very badly. She would judge what he did today, she thought, but feared impending pain upon her if she didn't tell him the straight truth. She went to touch him and he was sleeping, but jerked his head away from her. She sighed, she was nothing better than most of the women who had interacted with him, she had basically drugged him to lay down, but... he was driving himself mad...and no one knew. They only knew to ask him for help, for money, for somewhere to stay, for safety, for whatever. They didn't see what she saw, and to be honest, it wasn't even because she wanted to be a girlfriend of his, they did not deserve to see.