Our Obsession

Myrnin tilted his head to the side a bit and smiled. "I would be delighted to!" He announced, then seated himself beside the child and watched as the butler sliced a piece and set it down on a dish before him. With practiced mannerisms, he tasted it and almost cried out in delight. "It's delicious!"
Ciel stared hard at him with some interest, then turned his head in disgust as Myrnin devoured an eyeball whole without the slightest hesitance. Great. Another weirdo. He sighed and tried not to seem too bored.

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Oliver glared at the bathroom door as though it had assaulted him. How come it wouldn't activate? He made a face and crossed his arms, then concentrated. Nothing. He cursed under his breath in some other language and spun around. There was no chance in hell that he would remain here for another eternity. With the usual smooth intimidation, Oliver strode into the dining hall and hesitated. He met the other man's eyes and questioned him in silence.
"Ah! This is Oliver... my servant," Myrnin introduced. Had someone else dared to call him that, that person would be quite dead. He could see the desire to murder him flash across his face, but Oliver remained calm.

OoC: Ciel is still in Bya's house. Um... I'm gonna assume they went to bed so I can make Hidan wake up and ditch. Lol.

Stop bein' a bitch, Whore Biscuit! :P

Also can we move this chatter to the OOC board por favor?

(( Myrnin smiled and cast a meaningful stare at his servant, who seemed to be trying his best not to show some fang. There was a crimson tint to his eyes that shone with absolute menace, but it was gone as soon as it came."I'm done with these childish games, Fool," Oliver said in a smooth, hushed tone that no mortal could hear. Nonetheless, his demeanor made the youngest in the room wince the slightest bit. He entranced the others and forced them to bend to his will. Sebastian - who was unaffected - comprehended the situation and came up behind him with hostile intent. Oliver spun around at an impossible speed and pinned him to the door, his vampire teeth on a vicious display for all to see.

"Leave him alone, Sebastian!" Ciel commanded in a distant tone, his mind brimmed with wonderous thoughts about the man who threatened his butler. He was astonished that he was inhuman, but understood the reason. Oliver was the real noble, and Myrnin was in his place to protect him. Right?

Oliver released the demon and put on his innocent face as though nothing had happened. He shot a malicious stare at his companion, then indicated the door. "You need to set up a system here. Quickly. I will not remain in this time period much longer." Myrnin stood and returned the stare with about as much contempt... then smiled. "Forgive me, but where do you see a sign that says slave on my person?" He inquired with mock sweetness. There was a moment of silence, then both bared their fangs simultaneously. The Earl watched them and tensed in anticipation. His mind was his own, now that the one who controlled it had other issues. He glanced at Alois, then the demon, unsure what to do should it come to a bloodbath. But his concern wasn't needed...
"Do it. Please," Oliver said with some hesitance. His companion was so taken off guard that he simply stood there in astonishment. A moment passed until he nodded and scurried out the door. Oliver sighed and sat at the table. "You," - he stared straight at Alois - "Get me some blood." ))

Oliver mutilated the child with a cold, hostile stare. For a second or more, he wanted to silence him. One could see it in his face. Then he smiled in amusement and cast it aside. He was about to answer, but the child continued.
"What?" Ciel demanded in astonishment. His heart raced, then returned to normal once his contempt overcame the terror. Sebastian came to stand beside him, so that he could do what he must should the bloodsucker decide to harm him. But Oliver remained seated with that ever-secretive smile. "You're more sensitive than most victims I come across," He said in a casual manner, his chin rested in both hands. His cold stare switched onto the demon, and he seemed almost cautious. He wasn't an idiot. The man had hell's scent on him. Someone with a death wish alone would attempt to take a bite from that child.
When it became clear that his master was secure, Sebastian bolted from the room. A moment later, he returned with the phone and handed it to Alois.

Oliver's smile became more and more amused. The terror in the room was an invitation to his senses. But he wasn't some idiotic barbarian, such as Myrnin when his medication ran out. His face contorted into something close to dread. Unless he had it on hand, there was sure to be a serious problem.
"What do you want?" Ciel demanded in a snobbish manner. It astonished him so much, he blinked - which was rare. He stared at him without emotion, then stood and wandered about the room in an unsettling motion. "Domination. Resources. Power," Oliver said in a matter-of-fact tone. There was a tense silence, and he smirked at the frustration the child contributed to the atmosphere. He turned to face him, and made it clear that he was done toying with them.  "I'm sure you heard me mention that we're not from here. Whether you children choose to believe me or not, I couldn't care less."
Ciel studied him with hard, calculating eyes. That didn't answer his question, which he was about to point out, but the other vampire burst into the room and shouted something in what sounded like Welsh. "It can't be done! Not enough materials!" Myrnin announced in a huff. He muttered under his breath and went to sit beside Alois. When his most hated rival bared his teeth in a 'you better get them' fashion, he rolled his eyes. "Don't give me that. I need electronics! Plasma! Lots of plasma!" He jittered in his chair and became more insane with each second. His eyes concentrated on Alois, and he snatched his shirt in one hand, forced him closer. He continued to mutter, unaware. With one hand, he brushed back the child's hair, leaned in, and licked his neck right over the pulse. "Your plasma will do just fine..." Myrnin whispered in a dark, inhuman tone. His lethal fangs snapped down into place, and he nibbled on the spot where his tongue had once been.

Ciel heard the scream before he noticed the vampires teeth in Alois' throat. He tensed and stared hard in astonishment. "Sebastian!" He hadn't the slightest idea what made him feel the need to do something. It wasn't to rescue him - hell no - but instead a reaction to what could turn into a more hostile situation.  The second Sebastian made towards them, the door burst open and he came to a sudden stop.

Oliver remained silent, but concerned. He crossed his arms and watched as the other demon - how many were there? - forced Myrnin from the child.
Myrnin was about to retaliate, but the child's miserable face made his heart melt into a saner state. He stood in absolute horror, wiped the blood from his mouth with shame, and trembled with each step the child took until he reached the door. "Oh... Oh, God." His broken words fell from his lips in a whisper. It was his fault. How could he make such a sweet boy cry?
Myrnin covered his face with bloodied hands and stood there in his own world, so scared to harm another innocent.

But Oliver wasn't fooled. "You owe him your fealty, do you not?" It was more a statement than a question. It wasn't his business, but he could tell that these demons were sworn to the children somehow. In short, it was in everyone's best interest that the idiot not lose control.

Claude met his eyes without emotion, answered with "Where I stand is none of your concern," and motioned to Hannah to hand him the blood. Oliver snatched it from her before she had the chance and continued to intimidate the demon with his signature stare. At this point, Myrnin was calm, but his face remained covered, as though trying to hide the fact that he was intently listening.

"You see, Myrnin?" His companion said in an almost smug tone, "The pain from your bloodlust came second to disloyalty."  
Ciel stood in anticipation of what the unstable teen was about to do.
He lowered his hands... and punched the demon square in the face. There was absolute hatred in his eyes, which were near insane once again.

Oliver wanted to be there to see the reaction, but he bolted out the door and into the winter air without hesitation. For a moment, he almost forgot that the child learned their secret. He was not about to let him blab. His scented was clear, and he soon made it to where Alois was unconscious in the snow. Oliver made a face and mumbled something in German, then crouched down and rested a hand on his forehead to awaken him.

His muscles tensed, and he raised his head with deliberation as he caught another scent in the wind. He blinked at the white-haired child in astonishment, then smiled with enough warmth to thaw the ice around him. "Hello. Sorry, but did you see-?" Oliver indicated the unconscious boy, uncertain about how to phrase his question. He didn't really care about what happened, but he was concerned whether or not he noticed what he'd done mere seconds before.

Oliver continued to smile warmly and scooped the child into his arms. He stood, then breathed out and balanced the weight to make up for his wasted strength. "Nice to meet you, Allen. Forgive me if I'm unable to shake hands." There was an obvious trace of humor in his kind, brilliant blue eyes. Oliver erased the smile from his face and watched the semi-conscious boy with concern. This is such a nuisance, He thought. I shouldn't be in this situation. I wish I could eat him and be done with it. Nonetheless, his smile returned to assure him; to persuade him that Alois would be alright. For now. "You are not from here, are you?" Oliver noted, his eyes on his hand and curse mark. He shifted them to rest on Allen's face, as though he hadn't noticed at all.

Oliver nodded. So, he was from this time period. Something in him was too astonished to form a reaction. He had lived through this, and never once had he noticed there were demons and - whatever this child was. The moment he heard Alois, he tensed a bit, then relaxed in what he hoped could pass for relief. He remained silent and listened, made an annoyed face at the term Millenium Earl.
His eyes shone in comprehension once the chatter came to an end. "Sorry, I didn't introduce myself: I'm Oliver, and this here is Alois Trancy," He said in a casual manner, then turned his head impatiently in the direction of the house.
For a moment, he almost left without another word, but his conscience - what little he had at least - told him not too. Instead, he cast the child an apologetic smile. "That's alright. It's best that we take our leave," He announced, masked his warm tone with concern and said "Be careful, Allen," then turned and headed back. To himself, Oliver smirked and was content to be clear from the situation. The last he needed was to mess with time or deal with others that could cause problems. So far, he hadn't done the best job. He smiled down at Alois as he continued on. "Your demon shall be dealt with," He assured with more harshness than he meant to use. His hands tightened around the child, enough to make him uncomfortable, then in the same tone, added the words "...and so will you."

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Myrnin mumbled, insane, as he wandered around the cellar and tossed all his materials he had gathered from the house into a pile. It wasn't much: metal, glass, and plastic, but it would do. He wanted to use a human brain for the interface - but he didn't dare, because honestly, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to control his bloodlust around the others. Not so much that he cared, but he hated to be unstable. Was it horrible that his sane half didn't so much as wince at the idea?
Myrnin crouched down and wound an open pipe around a vaccum tube, the connected his home-made circuit board to it. He then attached that to bunches of wire, and cursed under his breath as he was electrocuted. If that wasn't bad enough, the fabric from his shirt sleeve caught fire. He cried out and patted it down in a frantic motion.
What seemed to be hours later, he'd managed to tame the connection and buried the wires under tube coils. About the time that was done, he couldn't remember what it was meant for.
"Where am I?" Myrnin murmured the moment he stood, eyes both scared and paranoid. He trembled, lost his blance, and paced around the room. Tears stained his nice, charming face, and distorted it into something miserable. There was a sound from upstairs, and he stood and listened. "Claire?" He called out. Silence, then another thump. His conscience became unstable, and he didn't care if she was being massacred - so long as he could share the action. Myrnin's fangs snapped into place, and he raced up the stairs and out into the entrance hall. He reached it in time to see Sebastian shut the door behind Claude. But when he turned around, the other demon was still there...