Intoxication, Revelation [Shaky]

[Kaylii]

The screams of agony barely reached Hiran's ears as the sound radiated through the hallways of his home. Blood filled his senes of taste and smell as the beating heart repeatedly resounded in his ears. Red eyes clouded over as the intoxicating life liquid woke the monster, and he wasn't even aware of the horrific sight taking place in the middle of the hall that led to his study. Fingers slashed through skin and bone and fangs tore away at tendons. His white ghostly skin stained and hair matted as he unconsciously rejoiced at the feeling of death around him. What was once a pair of slaves trying to quietly attempting to do their duties quickly turned into a rage fest of blood thirst. The man was now surrounded in nothing more than blood and organic material of human flesh and bone.

The beatings silenced in his hearing. Red eyes peered from behind their lids. There was nothing but red. He blinked but still nothing except the color of bright red. A blood drenched hand lifted and pulled the bloodied glasses away. No emotion ran through him as he stared around the mess he stood in. He had only come down this way to read a book and have him mind be silent to his thoughts, but yet tyranny ensued without his realization. His eyes half lidded towards the fragments of bloodied bits of human. Then he sighed.

He covered his wet bloody face with his hands after releasing his glasses and letting them drop and sink into the gore his feet were under. Most of the time these moments created excitement for the Ancient. The momentary ecstasy was amazing. But this.. he didn't even remember causing this, only the feeling of intense need for the blood that was in the air.

At the thought instincts flared as the smell was educed and a large snarl left his throat and he moved backwards away from the hump of death. This was unreal. Hiran the Ancient simply didn't let his instinct take over without him knowing. He kept his eyes shut as he fought to push back the creature that screamed for more. No! There would be no more losses of memory!

He let out a breath as his hands lowered, opening his eyes again and stared in the other direction. There were footsteps. Shakeeya? Damn it all to hell. She didn't need to see this weakness.

He looked down at himself and scowled.

"I'm a mess." He said bluntly. The feeling of fresh hot blood on his skin was usually welcoming, but right now he did not think his senses could take any more.

[Shakeeya]

It wasn't often these days that hellish screams reined so proudly down the halls of the manor. Vampires had to keep their heads down in these days of Light otherwise one would risk losing it. A sad time for vampiric folk and many had surrendered to the thought. Shakeeya would never grow comfortable with the thought and way of life, constantly reliving the times of unrestrained killing and madness. At least the company she kept had similar feelings to her and craved to bring darkness back to the land. The world was quiet and glowing. Some might call it peace; she called it disgusting.

Following the screams at a leisurely walk through the halls of the manor, Shakeeya was not alarmed but curious. She would never fear harm of vampires in this house but a stern reminder to keep things low key was in order here. Many traveling, skulking and plotting vampires passed through the manor - a known safe house for their kind under the watch of the Ancient Hiran, although he preferred his own space. It was more Shakeeya's influence that allowed some of the strays in if they were discrete enough - one could not turn your back on your own kind in times like these.

Rounding the corner and stopping in the doorway of the library, Shakeeya had expected to see a young vampire who had gotten a bit too excited with a 'guest' or some of the human slaves littered about. But instead she saw her lover, Hiran. Caked in blood and entrails after a mad feeding frenzy, along with a look of anger on his face. Anger at himself.
Shakeeya's burning amber eyes were fixated on the Ancient as he always captured her entire attention. She walked forward with a slight curl of her lips, the low cut black dresses long fabric flowing behind and around her feet.
"Come now, my love. At least you are a good looking mess," she smiled fondly as she reach him and lifted her hand to smooth some of his blood stained hair from his face.

A seriousness dwelled beneath her smile however and she wondered what had happened in order for this to happen.
"Did someone anger you?" she only hoped it wasn't her, although he tended to have a higher tolerance for her.

[Kaylii]

Hiran didn't look out towards Shakeeya as the close footsteps fell silent. He couldn't look up, not from this embarassment he just performed. To lose himself a sign of weakness, and the Ancient's pride would not deal with such fledgling behavior. His nostrils flared as he focused on controlling his silent rage, and his eyes closed as the footsteps started yet again, heading towards him though he surely hoped they would simply go away. For what could offer an Ancient comfort?

If it was not her voice that ceased his need to gain self control, it was surely her touch. Shoulders lessened as the hand of his vampiress stroked lightly over his bloody face. He sighed at the touch and lifted his hand to press hers against his face. Even though she were dead, her skin always did feel warmer against his. He took a moment to simply enjoy the silent intimate connection. The break was done easily enough.

Red eyes finally opened from behind their blood caked lids, and he looked down at his lover. Age and the power of war stole away her once childlike behaviour of impatience and downright silliness. Before he would have seen bright curious eyes and a small twitch of a grin. Now, he saw searching eyes of an old soul. Not even her smile could hide that from him. He offered a tired smile before shaking his head once.

"I.... was hungry." He couldn't tell her he actually lost control. Not yet at least. Instead of letting her press further into the matter, he looked down with a frown.
"My dear, you are getting those precious feet filthy from these humans. Come, let us go wash this dirt away." The smirk at the end of his lips suggested that cleaning was otherwise. Well, at least one part of him would never change.