"Oh you beautiful, lovely, wonderful boy," Herbert coos, and strokes his hair gently, wrapping an arm around him to hold him close. They can take this slow, he tells himself. Alfred has never been with a man before, after all. And he's only just been turned. So much is so new for the poor thing.
He's not sure what would have happened, if they hadn't come to the castle to rescue Sarah. Perhaps Herbert would have gone to him in the night, as Georg had with Sarah. Tried to lure him out somehow. To coax him into coming to the ball with him.
For now, he strokes his hand over the back of Alfred's neck, his shoulder, over his -- oh, very lovely -- bicep. "You could kiss me, if you wanted. Or we could get out of the tub and lie together in bed until we have to go down to the crypt."
It actually takes him a while to pull himself away from Herbert's neck - nose and mouth just pressed to his cool skin, breathing him in. It's strange...maybe it's his senses already beginning to sharpen, or maybe it's just that his first memory of their dance, of being close had imprinted upon him more deeply than he might have admitted; the scent of the vampire is heady to him, floral, steeped in oils and colognes, tinted with something else he can't quite name -
Whatever it is, Alfred finds that...he likes it. He purrs in his throat as he is pet, feeling the gentle graze of Herbert's nails, and his hips twitch again, giving him just a tiny thrill of friction before he keens softly and stops himself.
It's good, that he is being understood. As much as he may want (or even need - he throbs guiltily beneath the other man) release right now, he just...isn't ready, not for EVERYTHING.
So, drawing in a shaky breath, he pulls back finally, but not without placing a fluttering, lush little kiss against Herbert's throat.
And that kiss is rewarded with a low, needy noise. His hips shift a little, enough that their lengths slide together momentarily and Herbert hisses through his teeth at the feeling of it but he can behave. For Alfred, he can be good.
"Let's -- " His voice cracks slightly and he clears his throat, smiling down at Alfred and caressing his cheek tenderly. "Let's dry off, then. And we can lie in bed until sunrise. How are you feeling, mon cheri? Warmer, I hope. You're certainly looking better than you were at the door."
The friction catches Alfred off guard and he moans loudly right back - but then Herbert is pulling back, being...gentle. Respectful. It's...surprisingly sweet, given the circumstances, and he finds himself leaning his cheek into the cool hand.
"...I...I feel b-" He pauses, seeming to realize something, and with a moment of focus, FINALLY puts that second fang away, sighing with relief.
"I feel better...yes. Th-thank you. I think...I think your...blood...helped."
And if that didn't, he definitely feels warmer NOW for Other Reasons.
"I could hardly let you starve. Tomorrow, I'll hunt for us both, no worries, dear thing." He giggles a little when he sees Alfred finally correct his fangs, and climbs out of the tub. Luckily he has large, fluffy towels nearby, and wraps one around his waist. Then he fetches his equally luxurious looking robe and holds it out for Alfred to take whenever he's ready to come out of the tub.
"You can borrow some nightclothes from me. Though they might be a little big on you."
"...Thank you. I...I don't know if I'll be able to...to do that...yet."
It's his turn to stare a little bit as Herbert gets out of the bath...he tries not to, he really does, but that last rush of friction is haunting him, even as he tries to calm.
Some day. Maybe. Just not yet.
Timidly, he stands up, a little wobbly in the knees as he wraps himself in the oversized robe. At least it's room-y enough to obscure his too-slowly-shrinking-erection. Smiling a bashful little smile, he looks to Herbert with a little shrug. "...I don't mind. I...I usually just slept in my clothes, travelling with the Professor."
Herbert look appalled, pressing a hand to his chest and tutting and shaking his head. "Oh no, that won't do. That won't do at all! No, you'll only have the best, in our home. Even if you have to tailor it a bit, you can have anything at all that you like from my wardrobe."
He strides forward and takes Alfred's hands in his, kissing his fingers fervently. "I adore you, Alfred. I never want you to think of yourself as less than. And I'll do whatever I can to make you feel wanted and appreciated."
"I am, I promise you I am," he nods, giving Alfred's hands a squeeze. He can feel the urge to sleep coming on as well, but he wants to spend as much time as he can with Alfred before they need to retire to the crypt.
"I will try to make it not so scary for you. There are parts that will be frightening, but I'll be by your side the whole time."
The difference from when he had first arrived such a short time ago is so stark - he's not shaking anymore, standing in front of the other vampire and just...smiling. It helps, knowing he won't be alone.
Now that the heat of the moment is more fully subsiding, though, he definitely feels...different. His smile flickers a little, just a little, before he coaxes it back, pushing forward a little to lean against Herbert.
"...Can we...go lie down, like you said? I'm feeling...I'm feeling sort of tired, now that I'm not so cold."
He has no idea what's starting to happen, or he would no doubt begin to panic anew - but Herbert will probably be able to hear his pulse, quickened by lust in the bath, now starting to beat slower, slower, by degrees.
Oh dear -- yes, they need to get Alfred into the crypt. Soon. He gives Alfred one of his dazzling smiles and rubs his hands over the boy's arms.
"Let's get you into some pyjamas." He hurries to his closet and swiftly pulls on his own night clothes, then gets some for Alfred as well. He pulls Alfred out of his robe and helps him into the pyjama top and bottoms, fussing with his still-damp hair a little.
"We ought to start moving downstairs. Now -- " He sighs and presses a kiss to Alfred's forehead. "This part might be a little -- well it's all new, isn't it? But I promise it's perfectly normal and I'll be right here with you the entire time."
There is a faintly dazed expression on the boy as he stands there, simply allowing Herbert to tend to him. He does not flinch as he is stripped and redressed, does little more than faintly purr when his hair is fussed with - something is happening, that much is becoming clear but he doesn't know what. Maybe it's just sunrise approaching.
It isn't until Herbert kisses his forehead, sighing, that a needle of fear pierces the fog.
"Might be a little what?" His voice is thin, he finds, when he tries to speak. His hand flutters to his throat as he tries to suck in a breath, finding that it sticks and rattles in his lungs.
"I know, I know my darling. I'm so sorry." He strokes Alfred's cheeks, his shoulders, trying to comfort him somehow. "It's always so hard, this first night. Your body is dying, my love. To complete the transformation. And it's going to feel frightening, maybe even a little painful. But I'm not going to leave your side, I swear it.
Come, let's make our way down to the crypt, so we can get you comfortable."
The word falls hard against his ears, and the haze yields now to full terror.
Dying.
The panic doesn't do much to make the labor of breathing easier - it feels like there is a hand inside his ribcage, slowly squeezing tighter each time he exhales.
A frail whimper is all he can manage, a high, piteous cry as he responds with a terrified nod, reaching out to clutch white-knuckled at Herbert's hand. His eyes are wide and full of tears.
"I know." Herbert feels awful for Alfred. The dear boy deserves better than this. So he scoops him up into his arms, cradling him against his chest. "I've got you, Alfred. I'm not going to let you go. I'll hold you the whole time, I swear it."
It's good that Herbert picks him up - the tightness is slowly turning to a burning, clenching pain, and he might have collapsed otherwise. Every inhalation is a feeble wheeze now, his lips slowly going blue with asphyxiation.
"Her...bert...."
He would close his eyes, but a part of him is scared they will never open again if he does...so instead he stares up at the other vampire, trying to ground himself somehow.
"I'm here, mon chéri." He leans down to kiss Alfred's forehead as he carries him downstairs, headed down towards the crypt.
Koukol is there, fluffing pillows and putting in the extra blankets that Herbert requested. Sarah and his father are already in their crypt, and so Hebert carefully lays Alfred down in the crypt, tucking his blankets around him to try and keep him warm. Then he climbs in after and pulls Alfred close as Koukol slides the top of the crypt over them, shutting them in.
"I know it's dark, and you hurt, and it's frightening. But I'm here, and I'm going to hold you and talk to you as long as I can stay awake. And then, when you awaken this evening, I'll be here still."
Alfred keeps his eyes on Herbert as he is carried down through the darkness - everything else is too far away, too dizzying, and his head is swimming all the same.
He's like a ragdoll as he is tucked in, all attempts at breathing crackling and shallow, his heart beating laboriously slow and heavy against his ribcage. The tight, dark confinement of the stone crypt frightens him, but not as much as the feeling of his organs shutting down inside of him.
It hurts. It hurts so much, and he buries himself against Herbert's chest, unable to even sob.
"Th-tha-a-nk y-you," he manages, but it sounds awful, a death rattle.
Then, in the pure darkness, Herbert would hear, very very quietly, but more clearly over the gasping:
He blinks a few times, unsure if he heard that out loud or not. But it doesn't matter right now. Right now, he is needed, and he will do what he can to calm Alfred. He rubs his hand over Alfred's back and hums an old lullaby his mother used to sing to him.
He can't help with the pain, can't help with Alfred's body transforming, but at least he can be a source of comfort.
The gentle touches, the humming rumbling through Herbert's chest against Alfred...they are something to cling to, something to focus on. He wants to cry, but there is...a heaviness settling over him.
The wheezes slow, then end in a choke. He tenses up in Herbert's embrace, his heartbeat wrenching once, twice more. His hand snakes up and over the vampire's side, desperately embracing him back.
He'll be back. Herbert knows that. Knows from seeing his father's coven grow over the past few centuries, knows from when he died the first time. But it doesn't make it any less heartbreaking. He squeezes his eyes shut and holds Alfred closer.
Too soon he feels the weight of sleep settling over him; sunrise is here and he must sleep. But he clutches Alfred tight to his chest and holds him as tight as he can as he falls asleep.
The moment he wakes up the next evening, he touches Alfred's cheek, his forehead, kissing his cold lips as Kroulock lifts the top off the crypt. "Alfred? Alfred my love, wake up. It's evening now, we can awaken again." He tries to keep the panic out of his voice, but it trembles faintly despite his best efforts. "Alfred? I'll go hunting for us Alfred, and get you something to eat. Anything you like I'll get it for you. But you have to wake up first."
Oh no, oh no. This can't happen to him. Not again. He whimpers and presses their foreheads together, his fingers brushing Alfred's cold cheek.
"Here, here, I can -- " He bites at his own wrist and presses it to Alfred's lips, making a pathetic noise when Alfred doesn't immediately latch on. "Oh please, please wake up for me, my love. We have so much to do together, still. So much to learn from each other. Oh please, Alfred. I promised to keep you safe."
The next thing Alfred knows, he's standing beside the casket, looking around bewildered into the darkness. Everything is fuzzy and cast in dark, velvety shades of blue...looking down at his own hands, he realizes he can't feel them.
He's dead. He's really dead.
A figure leans against the wall facing him - glittering blue eyes set in a lovely face, blonde hair tumbling in short, lush locks around a delicate jawline. They hold out their hand, invitingly, voice like the purr of a panther about to descend upon prey.
"Come, Mister Schreiber. Come dance with me."
Entranced, the young man begins to walk forward towards the stranger in the dark suit, passing pairs of pale-haired, winged beings as if he is a one-man procession. Come to think of it, this person sort of looks like....
Herbert. Alfred remembers now, through the fog.
He can hear the vampire behind him, begging, pleading in the casket. Pleading with him. Turning back, he walks back closer, looking down over...himself. Himself and the one clinging desperately to his body. Listening to him. Watching him.
The figure against the wall scoffs impatiently, the Angels stepping aside as they approach the boy.
"It's your time, Alfred. You need to come with me."
But Alfred can't look away from Herbert.
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The blood dribbles uselessly down Alfred's lips, his head lolling about.
"No, please." There's blood on his sleeve and on Alfred's face and Herbert's cheeks as he cries uselessly. "Oh I wanted this so badly, it should have been me who turned you. I would have done it right. It would have kept and I wouldn't have -- you wouldn't have -- "
He clings to Alfred's lifeless body, his please quieting into little whimpers and whispers as he cries quietly against his neck.
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Date: 2021-11-27 04:31 am (UTC)He's not sure what would have happened, if they hadn't come to the castle to rescue Sarah. Perhaps Herbert would have gone to him in the night, as Georg had with Sarah. Tried to lure him out somehow. To coax him into coming to the ball with him.
For now, he strokes his hand over the back of Alfred's neck, his shoulder, over his -- oh, very lovely -- bicep. "You could kiss me, if you wanted. Or we could get out of the tub and lie together in bed until we have to go down to the crypt."
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Date: 2021-11-27 04:46 am (UTC)Whatever it is, Alfred finds that...he likes it. He purrs in his throat as he is pet, feeling the gentle graze of Herbert's nails, and his hips twitch again, giving him just a tiny thrill of friction before he keens softly and stops himself.
It's good, that he is being understood. As much as he may want (or even need - he throbs guiltily beneath the other man) release right now, he just...isn't ready, not for EVERYTHING.
So, drawing in a shaky breath, he pulls back finally, but not without placing a fluttering, lush little kiss against Herbert's throat.
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Date: 2021-11-27 05:10 am (UTC)"Let's -- " His voice cracks slightly and he clears his throat, smiling down at Alfred and caressing his cheek tenderly. "Let's dry off, then. And we can lie in bed until sunrise. How are you feeling, mon cheri? Warmer, I hope. You're certainly looking better than you were at the door."
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Date: 2021-11-27 05:22 am (UTC)"...I...I feel b-" He pauses, seeming to realize something, and with a moment of focus, FINALLY puts that second fang away, sighing with relief.
"I feel better...yes. Th-thank you. I think...I think your...blood...helped."
And if that didn't, he definitely feels warmer NOW for Other Reasons.
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Date: 2021-11-27 05:27 am (UTC)"You can borrow some nightclothes from me. Though they might be a little big on you."
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Date: 2021-11-27 05:34 am (UTC)It's his turn to stare a little bit as Herbert gets out of the bath...he tries not to, he really does, but that last rush of friction is haunting him, even as he tries to calm.
Some day. Maybe. Just not yet.
Timidly, he stands up, a little wobbly in the knees as he wraps himself in the oversized robe. At least it's room-y enough to obscure his too-slowly-shrinking-erection. Smiling a bashful little smile, he looks to Herbert with a little shrug. "...I don't mind. I...I usually just slept in my clothes, travelling with the Professor."
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Date: 2021-11-27 05:41 am (UTC)He strides forward and takes Alfred's hands in his, kissing his fingers fervently. "I adore you, Alfred. I never want you to think of yourself as less than. And I'll do whatever I can to make you feel wanted and appreciated."
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Date: 2021-11-27 05:48 am (UTC)He really does.
Slowly, his smile grows, exhausted but sincere. It must be approaching daylight by now, he thinks. He's starting to feel a little bit tired.
"...You're...you're really nice, Herbert. This is...much less scary than I thought it was going to be."
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Date: 2021-11-27 06:07 am (UTC)"I will try to make it not so scary for you. There are parts that will be frightening, but I'll be by your side the whole time."
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Date: 2021-11-27 06:13 am (UTC)Now that the heat of the moment is more fully subsiding, though, he definitely feels...different. His smile flickers a little, just a little, before he coaxes it back, pushing forward a little to lean against Herbert.
"...Can we...go lie down, like you said? I'm feeling...I'm feeling sort of tired, now that I'm not so cold."
He has no idea what's starting to happen, or he would no doubt begin to panic anew - but Herbert will probably be able to hear his pulse, quickened by lust in the bath, now starting to beat slower, slower, by degrees.
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Date: 2021-11-27 04:07 pm (UTC)"Let's get you into some pyjamas." He hurries to his closet and swiftly pulls on his own night clothes, then gets some for Alfred as well. He pulls Alfred out of his robe and helps him into the pyjama top and bottoms, fussing with his still-damp hair a little.
"We ought to start moving downstairs. Now -- " He sighs and presses a kiss to Alfred's forehead. "This part might be a little -- well it's all new, isn't it? But I promise it's perfectly normal and I'll be right here with you the entire time."
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Date: 2021-11-27 08:15 pm (UTC)It isn't until Herbert kisses his forehead, sighing, that a needle of fear pierces the fog.
"Might be a little what?" His voice is thin, he finds, when he tries to speak. His hand flutters to his throat as he tries to suck in a breath, finding that it sticks and rattles in his lungs.
"Herbert? I don't...my chest feels...tight...."
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Date: 2021-11-28 12:21 am (UTC)Come, let's make our way down to the crypt, so we can get you comfortable."
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Date: 2021-11-28 12:59 am (UTC)Dying.
The panic doesn't do much to make the labor of breathing easier - it feels like there is a hand inside his ribcage, slowly squeezing tighter each time he exhales.
A frail whimper is all he can manage, a high, piteous cry as he responds with a terrified nod, reaching out to clutch white-knuckled at Herbert's hand. His eyes are wide and full of tears.
Please don't let me go.
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Date: 2021-11-28 01:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-11-28 01:15 am (UTC)"Her...bert...."
He would close his eyes, but a part of him is scared they will never open again if he does...so instead he stares up at the other vampire, trying to ground himself somehow.
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Date: 2021-11-28 01:23 am (UTC)Koukol is there, fluffing pillows and putting in the extra blankets that Herbert requested. Sarah and his father are already in their crypt, and so Hebert carefully lays Alfred down in the crypt, tucking his blankets around him to try and keep him warm. Then he climbs in after and pulls Alfred close as Koukol slides the top of the crypt over them, shutting them in.
"I know it's dark, and you hurt, and it's frightening. But I'm here, and I'm going to hold you and talk to you as long as I can stay awake. And then, when you awaken this evening, I'll be here still."
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Date: 2021-11-28 01:36 am (UTC)He's like a ragdoll as he is tucked in, all attempts at breathing crackling and shallow, his heart beating laboriously slow and heavy against his ribcage. The tight, dark confinement of the stone crypt frightens him, but not as much as the feeling of his organs shutting down inside of him.
It hurts. It hurts so much, and he buries himself against Herbert's chest, unable to even sob.
"Th-tha-a-nk y-you," he manages, but it sounds awful, a death rattle.
Then, in the pure darkness, Herbert would hear, very very quietly, but more clearly over the gasping:
Please. Please, don't leave me.
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Date: 2021-11-28 01:43 am (UTC)He can't help with the pain, can't help with Alfred's body transforming, but at least he can be a source of comfort.
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Date: 2021-11-28 01:50 am (UTC)The wheezes slow, then end in a choke. He tenses up in Herbert's embrace, his heartbeat wrenching once, twice more. His hand snakes up and over the vampire's side, desperately embracing him back.
And then he is still.
Alfred is dead.
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Date: 2021-11-28 01:57 am (UTC)Too soon he feels the weight of sleep settling over him; sunrise is here and he must sleep. But he clutches Alfred tight to his chest and holds him as tight as he can as he falls asleep.
The moment he wakes up the next evening, he touches Alfred's cheek, his forehead, kissing his cold lips as Kroulock lifts the top off the crypt. "Alfred? Alfred my love, wake up. It's evening now, we can awaken again." He tries to keep the panic out of his voice, but it trembles faintly despite his best efforts. "Alfred? I'll go hunting for us Alfred, and get you something to eat. Anything you like I'll get it for you. But you have to wake up first."
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Date: 2021-11-28 02:12 am (UTC)He had died with his eyes still a little open, from his position curled against Herbert...but they don't focus. He doesn't move.
His arm is still thrown, cold and heavy, over the larger vampire, rigor mortis in his fingers still clutching the back of his shirt.
No response.
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Date: 2021-11-28 02:16 am (UTC)"Here, here, I can -- " He bites at his own wrist and presses it to Alfred's lips, making a pathetic noise when Alfred doesn't immediately latch on. "Oh please, please wake up for me, my love. We have so much to do together, still. So much to learn from each other. Oh please, Alfred. I promised to keep you safe."
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Date: 2021-11-28 02:35 am (UTC)He's dead. He's really dead.
A figure leans against the wall facing him - glittering blue eyes set in a lovely face, blonde hair tumbling in short, lush locks around a delicate jawline. They hold out their hand, invitingly, voice like the purr of a panther about to descend upon prey.
"Come, Mister Schreiber. Come dance with me."
Entranced, the young man begins to walk forward towards the stranger in the dark suit, passing pairs of pale-haired, winged beings as if he is a one-man procession. Come to think of it, this person sort of looks like....
Herbert. Alfred remembers now, through the fog.
He can hear the vampire behind him, begging, pleading in the casket. Pleading with him. Turning back, he walks back closer, looking down over...himself. Himself and the one clinging desperately to his body. Listening to him. Watching him.
The figure against the wall scoffs impatiently, the Angels stepping aside as they approach the boy.
"It's your time, Alfred. You need to come with me."
But Alfred can't look away from Herbert.
---
The blood dribbles uselessly down Alfred's lips, his head lolling about.
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Date: 2021-11-28 02:40 am (UTC)He clings to Alfred's lifeless body, his please quieting into little whimpers and whispers as he cries quietly against his neck.
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