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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Aug 11, 2019 18:48:17 GMT 1
If he had known what Alpha was thinking then Bram would be very grateful for the question of him meeting the other slave not being brought up right now, particularly as the other former slave was a fox named Ziggy. Not just for himself but more than likely if the question had been asked, Bram would have thrown the counsellor off the bed in disgust, as this moment was only meant to be about the two of them not anyone else. Keeping memories of the past out of his head was the only thing that kept Bram thinking clearly right now, something he needed to do if this was to go ahead without any repeats similar to that full wolf moon.
Bram wanted to make sure Alpha was thinking as clear as could reasonably be achieved right now too, he seemed to understand the ‘rules’ which gave Bram some comfort. Although the hybrid knew the guy took the whole ‘Alpha’ thing to heart, in this case he really needed to take a slight back seat and let the driver drive. Keeping ‘still enough’ might not be the best phrasing but Bram took it to mean Alpha was listening at least, enough to crack off another little ego boost with that touch down over his body (something Bram would ordinarily react more to if it wasn’t for the whole trying to keep his mind focused plan) and words that seemed to imply even the pain might be a little pleasurable to Alpha. It all seemed a bit too confident but Bram was hardly going to knock the guy down to reality, going in with a positive attitude was half the battle really.
If a countdown was needed or not Bram gave one, not only to give those last seconds to back out should Alpha wish but also to prepare the man for what was coming, just in case the confidence fell away and he wanted to go through with it but needed the time to brace for it. Bram decided for himself it had been the better plan right after he heard Alpha gasp and grip at his back. It was not the worst reaction Bram had to a bite, damn good really comparatively but still, he was glad to have given a countdown. Maybe anticipation had kicked in which brought adrenaline which was now masking the pain and making the whole thing better? Bram would ask, maybe, later… When he could think again as the blood flowing in his mouth made him momentarily foggy to all that was around and most of what Alpha was doing.
Bram had never wanted to be a vampire, it was a life he was dragged kicking and screaming into, a world he couldn’t fully adjust to living in with things he needed to do, was ordered to do, just to live or stop another taking punishment for his own disobedience, it left him with tremendous amount of guilt. At heart Bram could never be like the others in the coven, but if you are called a monster often enough you start to believe it regardless of how you act or what's in your heart.
Things were slowly changing being with Alpha and Daisy, Bram knew he could be himself, be a wolf, be a vampire but be his own wolf and vampire. Fuck stereotypes about both species… He could turn vegetarian if he wanted!
Pushing the punk-ish ideals out his brain (which were always there but likely fuelled more by the fresh blood in his mouth) and coming back to to the world and Bram just chuckled inwardly as Alpha seemed to attach himself like a limpet and made sounds that Bram may or may not tease him about later. It made it hard to keep balance to drink but somehow his bedsheets remained unstained. How long had it been now, though? Bram had lost count of the seconds that passed and with Alpha not making any motions that indicted he wanted this to stop, Bram had kept drinking.
Thanking the man came to Bram’s mind at this point. This was something huge, Bram couldn’t put it into words how much this level of trust meant to him, how this was something he didn’t know he really needed to do in order to get over another hangup from his past. That he needed to eat, this was one way he did eat and it did not make him a monster because he only bit those who offered themselves and he could stop.
Stop. Pulling his fangs away Bram quickly licked over the puncture marks to stop the flow. His eyes glanced to his clock and the digital display. A minute had passed… That brought some guilt but also some pride, he had stopped after all.
Flopping down next to the man Bram sighed faintly and rested a hand on his belly before letting out a small burp.
“Sorry, drank little more than planned. You looked like you were enjoying it. But I stopped, that’s good, right?” he asked with a grin while reaching to rub his thumb gently over the bite area. “Thank you.” Was all he could think of saying next, that and “Give me a minute…” he figured Alpha might need a pause before doing anything else, Bram had no issue admitting he did just to let the blood digest, he rather not throw up over the counsellor.
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Post by ULYSSES LLOYD BOWEN on Aug 12, 2019 13:28:59 GMT 1
He was more than capable of letting Bram take control in this situation, he wasn't really much of an expert when it came to vampires or their bites really.. Bram is the only vampire on his patient's list and really, in his experience so far, the man let the werewolf side of him come through more often than the vampire. Lyss knew how to deal with the wolf, he had his own to help with that. And now, well, now he was learning that the vampire was a lot less eccentric than he gave it credit for.. This was another side of Bram that he hadn't spent much time around and he can't say he doesn't like it. If anything it made him feel a little less worried about his welfare on a day to day basis.. Not that he was that worried to begin with, mostly he was concerned over somebody taking advantage of the hybrid. But, perhaps he needn't worry.
Lyss might have had eyes bigger than his belly when he went into this, he thought that he'd be absolutely fine afterwards and indeed ready and willing to continue to explore the other guy's body. But when Bram pulled back and licked over his skin he found himself moaning softly in minor disappointment but also found it difficult to really try and keep hold of him like he planned. However, the burp from Bram made him burst into laughter and he sluggishly rolled onto his side so he could place nibbled kisses over the the smooth skin of Bram's upper arm and shoulder. Lyss wasn't in danger of falling asleep, or passing out, but the ebbing residual pleasure that swam through his vein had made his mind fog over with a happy, quiet little delirium.
"That's good," he confirmed with another soft laugh, "more than good. And don't thank me, I should be thanking you.." He nipped a little harder but licked his skin in the next moment, soothing any potential 'ow' before it was so much as mentioned, "my Bram," he added somewhat possessively but with a softer smile and he lifted a hand to run his thumb lightly over the hybrid's lower lip. He wanted to kiss him, but he didn't have the energy or the willpower to pull him into his arms and do so. Plus, Bram had said 'give me a minute'. He wasn't sure why, vomiting didn't really come into his mind at all. Who ever heard of a vampire throwing up blood they'd ingested? Lyss sure as hell hadn't. But he could give him the minute that he needed.
In the meantime..
The counsellor sidled down the bed lazily, happily placing little kisses along his side and over his hip to roam down his thigh. He carefully avoided anything that could be misconstrued as being overly teasing despite the urge to lick in places that would cause squirming to occur, now would be a good time to check something before the minute was up. Still, he glanced up at Bram with his mouth against his upper leg and let out a shakey little chuckle but he continued to move down, eventually just kneeling near his feet. He wasn't going to be doing anything like sucking toes, that was not a fetish that the blond had at all, but he did run his fingers over the skin around Bram's ankles. There was nothing on the first ankle he checked, a relief for the man but, there was something upon the other. It wasn't overly clear, perhap not a readable number as such but what was the probability of this being anything other than what he thought it was?
"Bram..?" He questioned quietly, "I never knew you had a tattoo once." He raised Bram's foot up to his mouth and kissed his ankle where he could see the faint marking, he kind of wanted to break the skin and make it completely unrecognisable as a possible brand, but hey, he had to know for sure first. Bram's reaction would probably say a lot.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Aug 12, 2019 18:29:28 GMT 1
Bram guessed the feeling he had now must be similar to when humans ate something freshly prepared compared to a ready meal. Sure, both feed you but only one really left you truly satisfied and full with a pleasant aftertaste and warm sensation in your belly that masked any pain of over indulging or at least made it all worthwhile. Why had he been worried about this? It might just be the full belly taking over his thoughts but Bram really couldn’t answer himself. He felt nothing but content right now, full and happy, like a fat house cat. All he really thought he needed now was to be petted… Chucking faintly Bram gazed lazily to Alpha and away again, licking his lips as the man’s blood still stained them deeper red. He was glad Alpha seemed happy too and Bram let his arm flop lazily over towards the other man in a vain attempt to pat him on the back but probably all he ended up doing was slightly buffeting him in the shoulder as the guy rolled to his side. Nibbling would do, it was sort of like petting.
‘Yes, good Bram.’ Bram told himself once again but it meant far more to hear Alpha confirm. “No nee..” Bram started to say back but stopped as he was nipped harder, and no it didn’t hurt but just made Bram’s lips quirk into a half grin, which was probably just as well least he get stuck in an endless loop of who should be thanking who rather than just accept this was likely a very mutually beneficial thing to experience. “Alpha’s Bram.” Bram said and turned his head just a little into the counsellors hand in order to lick it. The hybrid still did not fully differentiate between being part of a family and being owned by a family, he felt loved and that was more than enough for him right now.
He soon moved back and licked his lips again, moving his arms over his belly and shut his eyes. Bram could sleep now but he didn’t want to, why give dreamland all these good vibes? Besides, Alpha was getting kissy and that was another thing that demanded you be awake to enjoy, it sent a mild shiver down Bram’s spine. “Don’t…” Bram said with a slight daydreamy grin, the rest of the sentence lost in thought and a lazy wave of his hand as he gave the mildest of warnings that pushing the kissing now wasn't wise. As much as Bram wanted to react to it more he knew it was better he let the blood digest, there was plenty of time to flash around, jump around, bang stuff all later. In fact, Bram quite looked forward to finding out if this fresh food source in any way made the colours he saw naturally a bit more vivid, as well as other things.
Bram half hummed and half sang to himself instead for now while reaching out to his bedside table to pick up a drumstick (he really did keep them everywhere) and chewed on it lightly while chuckling to himself. Looking down to Alpha though Bram reached out slowly and just stroked the man on the head until he was out of reach. It wasn’t something Bram was questioning even if it did seem a tiny bit odd to the hybrid that Alpha was slowly sliding out of the bed and now getting handsy with his feet. Bram didn’t really want a foot rub but if Alpha wanted to give one he wouldn’t object.
“Hmm?” Bram said in a questioning tone as his name was said and glanced to his own foot as Alpha lifted and kissed it to point out the ‘tattoo’. “Not a tattoo.” Bram said firmly as he yanked his foot away and bent his leg back on the bed. “Tattoos are cool and people pick them. Bram didn’t pick that.” Chewing a little harder on the stick Bram frowned and then rolled from the bed and got to his feet, moving to pick up some jeans that were long enough to cover his ankles and pulled them on before flopping back on the bed. “That was my number but can use my name now so… doesn’t matter what I had.” Bram liked to forget it was there really, memories could eventually be forgotten or hidden under nicer thoughts but that marking seemed quite stubbornly sticking to him for reasons he could only be put down to it being supernatural in origin. It wasn’t a normal tattoo after all. What possessed Alpha to check his ankle in the first place Bram wasn't thinking to ask right now.
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Post by ULYSSES LLOYD BOWEN on Aug 13, 2019 21:58:16 GMT 1
Whether Bram saw himself as a member of the family or not Lyss would always refer to him as such, the only ever time he'll say that he owns Bram will be to the guy himself.. An even then he doesn't think he can say those exact words, but 'my Bram', he can definitely say those words. He can take hold of the guy and squeeze him in a tight hug, or sleep beside him or over him, possibly under him, he's a bit of a wriggly sleeper and he's sure that Bram is too.. Bram can believe what he wishes as long as he feels loved. To the rest of the world the man is part of his family, it wa a weird little set up. But considering Lyss is quite sure he'd never be happy in a monogamous relatiionship this just worked for him. He hoped it did the others too, otherwise that was an issue.. But, so far, so good.
He couldn't see himself getting bored of putting his mouth against his skin anytime soon, it helped that his wolf felt something for the man too, or just the wolf within him. Lyss wasn't really thinking too much about any of that right now though, he felt warm, fuzzy, slightly light headed but mostly the former two things. And Bram wasn't tryng to get away from him, even had a lazy little smile on his lips that made Lyss feel happy enough to continue to trail his mouth over his skin.
It all changed after he mentioned the 'tattoo' .. His reaction pretty much confirmed what he thought it was and when he moved off of the bed Lyss just let himself flop back down into the warm area he'd vacated and watched him as he pulled on those jeans, covering the skin of his ankle pretty damn well. It made him feel a little guilty actually, but obviously the hybrid was feeling a little exposed after he'd pointed out the brand, so he wasn't going to push for him to take them back off again. Though he was quite sure this was the first time that Bram was dressed when Lyss didn't want him to be.
Bram might not want his ankle to be seen right now, but he had flopped back onto the bed so the counsellor slid an arm over his middle and pointedly tugged him a little bit closer, "you'll never be a number to me, you're Bram and whoever put that brand on your ankle better not darken your doorway or they'll be dealing with me, Daisy.. and probably Steve." Because for some reason the werebear always seemed to be here, to the point where Lyss was beginning to wonder if he had a room someplace or lived so closeby he spent most of his time here. Ulysses placed a kiss on Bram's temple and laughed quietly, "nobody wants to mess with a magical leopard with a new mother hormone imbalance, a time manipulating pissed off werewolf."
"I met somebody else with one of those," he added nonchalantly after he rest his head back down onto the bed, "the mark.. just a few days ago actually, a patient. He showed an interest in speaking to any other former slaves.. I didn't tell him about you. I promised him nothing other than that I'd ask." He stroked his thumb over Bram's side softly, "so this is me, asking if that'd be something you're interested in. No pressure to say yes. Or no. Or even answer at all. But I had to ask.." He thought he already knew what his response would be anyway.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Aug 14, 2019 11:08:06 GMT 1
Bram knew he had let slip little details of his past life to Alpha, he had to Daisy too and it was all done intentionally, she had even heard about the life he lived before being taken by his Sire, a time when he had a pack and before the shipwreck, although those slips were slightly less intentional simply due to Bram himself not really knowing that the strange baby rearing ideas he possessed were from his birth family. They just entered his head and seemed applicable to the situation so he shared. But there lay a difference. Bram had been sharing willingly not matter how horrific the info might sound to an outsider but in this instance he had been asked by Alpha about something he tried to forget existed, a mark he couldn’t get rid off (and Bram had seriously tried, best not to ask how) and now was sure that short of cutting his foot off, was going to be there forever.
Only knowing that Alpha wouldn’t have asked had he known it was a hurtful subject kept Bram on the bed and not storming out to down a few pints to cool his slightly snappy temper. Maybe even as short time as five or six months ago this would be a different story but the casual approach to his counselling mixed with simply being in a better place both physically and mentally meant Bram was not taking all actions as intentionally done to hurt him until he can be sure otherwise. Still though Bram glared to Alpha as he flopped an arm over his stomach but said nothing and just let himself be tugged closer. Just because Bram knew Alpha wasn’t intending to upset him didn’t mean he couldn’t be a little upset, that was healthy sometimes, if he listened to what Alpha had said before on the matter.
The hybrid’s lip turned to a small smile hearing he would always be Bram to Alpha, that he knew but it was another thing that was nice to hear out loud and he chuckled a little darkly before nodding and grinned, somehow thinking that out the three, Daisy was the one to worry about most there. “Daisy is enough.” he said before snickering, after so long Bram was fairly sure his Sire was not coming back for him but if Alpha, Daisy and Steve wanted to form a mini gang to protect him Bram wasn’t going to object. He then turned so he could hug Alpha back easier, though the stick didn’t leave his hand so the man might be getting prodded with that too. “Big spoon Bram.” he said quietly took in a lungful of the man’s scent.
Bram would be happy to leave things there, pointing out the mark on his ankle could have turned what was meant to be an enjoyable memory into something else but Bram felt the meeting had been saved, until Alpha said he had met another with a similar mark and Bram started to wonder if there had been an anterior motive to the whole afternoon. It just seemed a bit too coincidental now. Rather than flip out and claw Alpha light he might have done a worktop had he been near one at this time, Bram just swallowed a little and listened.
‘Does Bram want to meet another slave? Bram has met a lot of slaves, lived with them, saw them get sold, saw them get killed.’ Staring a little blankly to Alpha, the hybrid was clearly a bit lost in thought right now. ‘What if they are part of the same coven? What if Bram knows them?!’ Bram’s eyes got a little wider at that thought but he still said nothing and just held Alpha a bit tighter. ‘Bram was nice to everyone though, that shouldn’t matter… But what if it’s…’ Bram shut out that line of thinking before it could fully form and chewed a little harder on his drumstick.
“Will you be there?” Bram asked curiously. He wasn’t against the idea of meeting another as such especially if it might help them, more so if it was helpful to Alpha, being helpful was good regardless of if you owe a favour, wasn’t it? ‘Probably.’
“Will possibly, maybe do it if Alpha is there, just in case.” Bram wasn’t sure what might happen but he wanted the man around.
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Post by ULYSSES LLOYD BOWEN on Aug 15, 2019 21:30:59 GMT 1
If Lyss knew that the mark was near impossible to get rid of then he might have been a little more subtle about noticing it.. Hell, he might have even have asked Daisy if there were such a way to get rid of something like that before he mentioned it so he'd at least have good news to tell Bram after he'd dragged up a bunch of bad memories. So he had ignored that glare from the hybrid, responding to it only with a mild, somewhat apologetic smile but he was going to reclaim that physical contact. Ulysses wasn't going to allow Bram to shut him out, he could be upset, he could even be angry, but he wasn't about to turn distant. Not if he could help it, that wouldn't be helpful for anybody, especially not Bram himself. No, if there was one thing the hybrid would know even after he's gone home for the night is that Lyss wasn't mad at him in return for his negative emotion.. Because he had been right, it was okay to be upset sometimes, even if it was at somebody.
Bram was relaxing somewhat though, the snicker after he spoke of Daisy and then actively moving to hug him back, Lyss felt a little tension of his own bleed from his muscles and so he never even objected when the sharp poke of the drumstick prodded into him. He had intended to ask Bram about all of this when he had come to see him, he wouldn't deny that if he was asked but he hadn't planned on letting the hybrid bite him. Nor had he thought that he'd get such a rush from something like that either, but still, what was done was done and there was no putting the lid back onto the box now everything had been spilled.
Lyss was not aware of the sudden desire to claw at something that went through Bram, he had thought it was have been a touchy subject. It wasn't as if he were arranging something particularly pleasant like a high school reunion or long lost relatieves. This was something that came with a lot of baggage that he wasn't entirely sure that Bram had ever dealt with. Really, it was a landmine of a topic. Slavery wasn't just something that even he thought you could ever get over completely, especially if not treated particularly nicely. Bram had been burnt before. That didn't sound like something a nice owner would do to something they were responsible for. Really it just made him hate whoever that sire person was. That and perhaps made him tighten his hold on Bram just a little more. Perhaps he was a little (read: a lot) more protective over those he cared for since he'd gained the wolf, something he always before hand.. But now he had to fight the added urge to bite those who angered him.
It wasn't that difficult. But he was pretty sure he'd attack Bram's sire. Because fuck her.
The delayed response to his question was beginning to worry him, but then Bram spoke and the counsellor relaxed, "of course," the answer was easy, he planned to be there regardless until he was sure both parties were relaxed enough for him to possibly even consider stepping out of the room. It would be amiss of him to do otherwise.. He was a guard as well as a counsellor, none too pleasant group meetings were literally what he was trained for. "Whatever makes you comfortable, and if you change your mind at any time? Well that's fine too.. And, for what it's worth, he seemed like a nice enough person." Although there had been something a little off. Lyss still couldn't place his finger on it though so he was assuming it was just a wolf/fox thing? He hadn't relly got around to asking another shifter if there were rivalry's between species so he'd shrugged it off.
"And I'll answer any questions you have beforehand to ease your mind, it'll be fine.. You might even like him. He's quite handsome. Not Bram handsome though, of course."
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Aug 16, 2019 10:25:32 GMT 1
Bram did not have a lot of friends, the only person who he felt fell into the category outside of Daisy and Alpha (who were really family now so a rank higher in the hybrid’s opinion) was Louis. While he had met other people he liked, the psy-vamp was the only person who so far he had a repeated visit to see just for fun and games. Bram was sure the other man liked his company and would never say no to an invite out or invite to his home but it still seemed worth extending his friendship number to something higher than one. If this other slave that Alpha spoke of could be the number two Bram wasn’t thinking too hard on right now, he just knew that in order to allow the possibility he had to meet them, not dismiss them outright like his old self, the pre-Alpha self might have done should he of been given this opportunity. They could be nice, they could be annoying, there was only one way to find out and Bram knew Alpha said nothing about having to keep in touch with this mystery person only that they wanted to meet another former slave. If he met them once, that was the promise filled.
But only if Alpha himself was around as Bram didn’t want to do it any other way. He probably wouldn’t admit it ever but he fed off a lot of the counsellors positive vibes, if Alpha was calm then Bram would be calmer. “Good.” he said hearing that the man would be with him when it happened but Bram couldn’t quite bring himself to fully agree to the meeting, yet just the idea of it he wasn’t objecting to. Ideally this was something he would have preferred to have been asked at another time rather than after an enjoyable, if impromptu feeding session. Bram still didn’t know why Alpha had looked to his ankle, really this whole thing seemed like it had interrupted what could have lead to some cuddles and fun, but it had been asked and now Bram’s mind was on another track. He nodded a little hearing he could change his mind any time, that was nice to know but Bram didn’t want to agree unless he was positive he would go ahead. “He?” Bram asked curiously as he gazed to Alpha but then blinked away and pulled and arm free to easier gnaw on his stick. ‘He… so it’s not Sire.’ It might have been an irrational fear but Bram had briefly and quickly shut out the idea his maker had donned some disguise and put on an act in order to get in here and grab him. But if it was a ‘he’ and not a ‘she’ then that possibility was ruled out, and the hybrid trusted Alpha’s judgment of character that if he said this guy was nice enough that he probably is.
Questions though… Bram had a few. But first he just smiled, “Of course. Few are Bram handsome, Bram is a proper sexy cutie. Hard combo to pull off.” he said, giving his own ego a stroke for a moment. “Does Alpha make sure he only gets the hot ones to counsel?” he asked next with a grin, just teasing a little before his mind wondered back to the whole meeting idea and what he genuinely wanted to know before giving a firm yes or no.
“Bram was nice to his slave mates. But they were not always nice to Bram. Had to take their punishments a lot… Didn’t always mind, sometimes chose to, for the younger ones.” Bram was thinking out loud now, but it actually felt a little cathartic to get this off his mind and probably due to the fresh blood in his system and Alpha being with him, he was keeping calm while doing it. “Was hard to trust who was a friend though ‘cos sometimes people just acted nice to get stuff then when you think someone really likes you, you kiss them and find out really they wanted to use you, and they blame you completely for breaking rules when you get caught, and then you get hit over the head and tied to the a bed in front of a window a few hours before the sun has completely set while they get sold off to someone nice.” Bram chewed a little more on the stick. “If he went through that he probably would want to talk about it to another slave… Happened to me so I know it’s awful. Stupid foxes, can’t trust them ever.” After a few seconds Bram looked back to Alpha, “I mean, that one… not all, probably?” he asked curiously suddenly thinking maybe he shouldn’t judge the whole species based on Ziggy.
“What is his name?” Bram figured that even if Alpha hadn’t shared anything about himself to the guy, knowing the others name himself wouldn’t hurt, species wise Bram was just assuming it would be a lower level vampire, a human that was changed and just escaped or something so he didn’t bother questioning it.
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Post by ULYSSES LLOYD BOWEN on Aug 17, 2019 16:17:53 GMT 1
He made an affirmative sound as Bram repeated the word 'he' questionably. Ziggy knew nothing about Bram, he hadn't divulged any information about the hybrid to the fox just in case Bram had decided not to have anything to do with him. That wasn't to say that he didn't have to keep the basic information from Bram though, he could divulge without breaking the code of ethics he held onto. So yes, Ziggy was a he, as far as he was aware.. Lyss was still hoping for cuddles despite the topic of conversation too, something that was a little bit obvious by the fact that he wasn't moving anywhere anytime soon, or releasing Bram without being asked too. If his wolf got his own way he'd have been shifted and curled around him possessively. Only because the other guy had pulled away a little bit, the wolf didn't like that.
He had expected a few more questions about Ziggy, but instead he got a more personal one that made Lyss blink in surprise for a moment but then he began to laugh when he spotted Bram's grin, "why else do you think I applied at Manson? Everybody's hot in their own way," he slid a hand up Bram's side, avoiding the line of his jeans so he didn't have to remind himself of why he'd gotten dressed in the first place, "I lucked out the day they tossed your file onto my desk though. And when you didn't just toss me out onto my ass the first time I met you.. But at least I avoided getting nipped." Daisy hadn't lucked out quite so much there. Of course he later got bitten a few more times and a little bit deeper with actual consequences but, still. He likes to think that was done more out of love than a warning to keep his hands off.
The idea that Bram had given himself up for punishments to save younger slaves made Ulysses wonder how he could have ever been accused of being a monster. Because somebody must have called him such if he so regularly pointed out that he wasn't one. Lyss wouldn't want to bring up this particular topic ever again, not unless Bram initiates it, but how could he ever doubt that he'd be a brilliant papa-wolf if he'd done things like that before. The continuous memories just made Lyss feel so very bad for the hybrid. He never once thought that being a slave was something good, he never thought that he would have had a good time with it. But neither had he thought that it would have been so bad.. His sire had left him to suffer in the fading light of day? That must have been agony. It was nothing but torture.. Yeah, that bitch was never getting her hands on Bram again, not if Lyss could help it. What he could do he's not entirely sure.. He doesn't want to plan violence.
He had to agree with Bram though, if somebody had gone through something like that he'd probably want too talk to somebody else who had experienced that too.. However, the whole 'stupid foxes' thing that he said did make him pause and frown slightly. But surely not. The probability of it being the same fox was minimal at best. Right? He knew that Bram wasn't too fond of foxes, but he never thought that that was because of an actual fox shifter. Suddenly he was feeling a little uncertain. However.. He had to answer, and answer honestly, he'd promised he would.
"Ziggy.. Ziggy Felix," he spoke quietly, "and he's a fox. But I never thought you'd have issue with fox shifters, so if you don't want to meet him because of that, then that's fine." He thought the problem with foxes came from them digging through his bins, or loudly yowling and the sound was an awful puke colour or something.
He was in for a wee bit of a shock.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Aug 17, 2019 20:15:36 GMT 1
Bram tried not to remember his first meeting with Alpha too much as he knew it hadn’t gone well and he had acted a bit irrationally towards the counsellor, although, not he felt completely without justification, but now being so close towards the man, Bram couldn’t help but feel a pinch of guilt for his dismissive attitude and thinking the guy would be no different to his last judgemental arsehole of a counsellor. Looking to Alpha’s hand and then his face again Bram grinned a little more, “You did annoy me but Bram controlled it, didn’t he?” Admittedly it was more due to feeling he had a point to prove then that he didn’t feel he needed to now. “Now Bram is your favourite.” he said as a statement of fact rather than a question, he was positive he is.
And Bram would have been content with the knowledge had the whole other slave business not been brought up, even with it now mentioned Bram felt surprisingly calm. The hybrid of course knew Alpha would have other patients to see, it was his job after all and Bram wouldn’t think of telling him who he could and could not counsel, if anything Bram would be the first to recommend the man because he felt Alpha was so good at what he did, and simply due to the fact he was convinced no other could take his own place as the number one patient, hybrid, sexy-gothy-drummer-man-papa-wolf, in Alpha’s life. His role was safe, even if another ex-slave came into things.
Because the number on his ankle was in the past, it didn’t control him now, meant nothing now even if he didn’t like to show the mark off. Anyway because Alpha ‘owned’ him. Alpha wouldn’t want some other former slave, would he? Thoughts were still racing a little in the hybrid’s head which was partly the reason for the mini ramble, he was just trying to convince himself of the facts, that meeting this other former slave guy was more positive than negative and could be therapeutic for them all.
A yes would have likely come but then Bram was told the name and all colour seemed to wash from him. Sure, he asked to know the name of the man but Bram thought the possibility of it being Ziggy was as unlikely as Alpha did. Bram didn’t hear anything else after that as panic surged through his body and he suddenly found himself holding Alpha’s arms quite tightly, far tighter than a loving hug or even really a panicked grip, maybe hard enough to damage bone unless the other pulled back. Then a moment later he was darting off the bed in a flail of limbs.
“What? Nn..no!” he spluttered out while falling back on the floor and gripped his head. What was Ziggy doing here? Why was he here? Bram had seen it himself, the fox had been sold, he had escaped, left, willingly and happily, gone away with a wealthy looking owner despite promises to stay together while ‘Bram was taken back to the basement and didn’t get to eat for five days’.
For a moment tears threatened to erupt but instead intense anger began to build. “No. Not ever, can’t meet him I…” As Bram said the words darker thoughts entered his mind and the red ring of his iris seemed to take over his whole eyes and his fangs came down, “I…I can kill him. Will kill him! Want to kill him, gonna eat him!” It was a sudden burning desire like Bram had never felt before, not even after Carpe crashed down and he was subject to the full influence of the moon for a night did he feel like this. That had made him feel wild, this feeling was like unfiltered madness.
A snarl then took over Bram’s face as he stood and flashed even faster than normal out the bedroom, far more primal sides of the beasts than the wolf and vampire alone seem to come to the front and decided in unison that the were-fox had to die in the most painful way possible to make up for all the unfair punishments it had to endure due to the fox’s lies. His blood had to be drank until there was nothing left, his body had to be cut up and thrown to the rats and his bones when stripped clean had to be ground into near dust which should be thrown for the ants to turn to mulch at he nearest dump. Mostly though he felt the fox needed to be heard screaming.
Getting wide eyes Bram seemed to scare himself with his own murderous rage taking over, enough that it vanished almost as quick as it came and he didn’t actually get much further than standing in the main doorway at the ground floor of Carpe, a large kitchen knife in hand which he let slide from his grip a few seconds later.
Bram wasn’t completely sure what part of himself he had felt in those moments but he never wanted to feel it again. Running his hands through his hair he looked around and then down to his bleeding hand and the knife on the floor. ‘Bram, that wasn’t good…’ Licking his hand, the hybrid had to agree with himself. “Bram needs locking up.” He wasn’t sure he could ever go near Manson again if the fox was there.
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Post by ULYSSES LLOYD BOWEN on Aug 19, 2019 19:45:56 GMT 1
He smiled somewhat wryly at being told he'd annoyed Bram at first, he'd had an inkling that he had done so but to actually have it spoken out loud was a little bit different. Of course that was a long time ago now so he wasn't too bothered, because what Bram said next was really quite true. Obviously Daisy and especially Jackson held a big piece of his heart but so does the hyrbid beside him, so there was no denial from him in the slightest at him claiming to be his favourite. He couldn't think of any other guy he'd want to spend the night in bed with, not even messing around, just to sleep with.. It didn't help much that he lived in a separate home but he wasn't about to ask Bram to give up his independence either. Maybe just ask him over for a few more sleepovers a week. That'd be nice, he's sure Daisy wouldn't mind that either. They both love Bram.
He hadn't expected the reaction that came from him when the name of the other slave was mentioned, but he instantly realised that this man that he'd spoke of was the one that Bram had fears that it could have been. He'd never seen so much colour wash from the hybrid's face and he hadn't expected the sudden hard grip that the man grabbed hold of him with. His ability kicked into high gear as soon as those hands caused slight bruising and he had a slowed, elongated moment to read the panic in Bram's eyes. Both the man and wolf were in agreement in wanting that panic to be wiped from his face, to comfort him and bring back his smile. But, the realisation that this panic was enough that he'd momentarily lost his mind hit Lyss as soon as the pain in his arms increased and he tore himself away from the hybrid for the first time ever.
He resisted the urge to strike back, something his own wolf wanted to do purely out of reflex but Bram was moving so it was easy to just sit on the bed and stare at the panicking hybrid with a mixture of shock and worry. Lyss had never expected a reaction like this and he didn't quite know what to do, for a split second he was a little bit afraid of Bram. It was a natural, if not overly human reaction, to the red eyes and those teeth, he didn't want to get near him when he was like this, he wasn't stronger than Bram, he wasn't faster.. But he had to do something, he leant forward a little to crawl over to the side of the bed but Bram was gone before he could reassure him that he doesn't have to see the other slave. At least he missed Lyss's wince when he put his weight on his arms.
Ulysses wasn't worried about that though, he'd had enough tumbles and falls to recognise that he'd merely bruised the muscle in his arms and now he had shifter blood running through his veins he'd heal before he knew it. His mind was set on the hybrid and after a couple of seconds of shock he got off of the bed, hopped into his boxers and chased the scent trail of Bram down the stairs down into Carpe. Had the sun even set yet? Was it even safe for Bram to leave the place? He couldn't be too sure and so he didn't hesitate to jump over the balcony of 'heaven' to land quite solidly onto the ground floor, where Bram seemed to have stopped. At the door.
And there was a knife on the floor. The scent of blood in the air. Fuck..
"Bram..?" Ulysses didn't want to think that he needed locking up. There shouldn't be any reason for him to be locked up, he controlled himself here. But the more professional side of him, the guard, that part of Lyss agreed with him. He could have hurt himself if nobody else. The absolute empty hopelessness inside of him ached and he stepped up to approach Bram from behind and never hesitated in pulling him into a hug, possibly a little tighter than an average hug as he didn't particularly want him to go dashing out into the early evening if he decided to change his mind, "talk to me. Make me understand.." He needed to say something other than that he needs locking up. He doesn't want to do that. He definitely doesn't want to be the one to call that order in. Not until other options have been exhausted first.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Aug 20, 2019 11:46:45 GMT 1
Bram felt cold inside, dead. Anger was not an emotion he was used to feeling on such a level like he just had, even when he was subjected to his sire’s beatings he hadn’t felt angry towards her, he felt a lot of other things like fear, confusion and a little bit of love too due to the sire bond, which only added to the confusion as Bram knew it wasn’t normal to love the person who is abusing you. He had no skills to deal with this, Manson’s former treatments had always been to subdue his perceived eccentric nature which they felt only existed because of the way he was captured and held. They had to make him act a bit more normal, emotionally if nothing else because for sure he was never going to be able to fully integrate into human society.
Despite hearing Alpha say his name Bram kept still and silent with his eyes on the door, if he went out he would still be safe if he stayed within Carpe’s boundaries, but the desire to leave at all was gone, Bram if anything never wanted to step foot outside his room again in case it triggered whatever was inside himself that brought the monstrous level of anger.
“Can’t” Bram said as he felt Alpha approach him from behind take hold, he wanted to hug in return but his body was frozen for the moment. Alpha had not been there so how could he be made to understand? Pretty much the only thing he would agree with the fox on is that you can’t easily tell another what it was like if they hadn’t lived through it.
A few tears rolled down Bram’s face, “Just want the feeling to go, make it go away Alpha.” He said now turning in the man’s grip to face him, Alpha was a counsellor so Bram didn’t think it was out of his power to fix bad feelings. “I hate him, don’t want to hate... but he lied so much! He used me, said he loved Bram and wouldn’t leave but he did, and blamed Bram for everything but it none of it was true!” Bram’s eyes started to gain the red colour again but gripping onto his head he took a breath and let a shudder run down his back, kicked the knife out of reach before refocusing. “Don’t believe him Alpha. Whatever he says or said, Bram didn’t do anything bad to him or anyone, I mean, I didn’t want to but sometimes I had no choice. Sire ordered things and I couldn’t stop. She was in my head. You believe me, right? Bram isn’t bad.”
Bram didn’t want to lose Alpha over this or Daisy or Jackson but the fear they might think Ziggy was being truthful about what went on during the Sire years, despite not actually sharing yet, had him paranoid.
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Post by ULYSSES LLOYD BOWEN on Aug 21, 2019 17:56:38 GMT 1
His heart was breaking for him right now. That 'can't' was deflating but like he's said time and time before, he will never force somebody to talk about something that they don't want to talk about. Especially not Bram and certainly when he's in such a delicate state like this.. He wished he coulld have taken back the suggestion, hidden the fact that this other slave wanted to talk to him. He should have left the past hidden and buried where the hybrid had obviously preferred it to have stayed. However, he'd honestly thought that it would help not only him but Ziggy too. And it probably would have done if the fox hadn't been the one who had been his new patient. If it had been some other slave it may well have done.. He had a few choice words for the red head.
But then he also didn't want Ziggy to know about Bram's existence. Would the fox try and find him if he knew about him? He couldn't be sure. But he didn't want to risk it.
"I believe you." Why wouldn't he? He'd never see the guy like this before, there had to be one hell of a good reason for it.
Lyss pressed his lips to Bram's cheek, the saltiness of his tear a reminder of his state and he made a 'shh'ing noise when he begged to make it go away. The anger? It was probably natural to be pretty angry after what he heard as he continued speaking, he'd been used and end up being abused as a result of it all. There was a lot more to Bram's history that anybody was aware of obviously, he wouldn't be noting it down in his official folder either, this wasn't the type of information that was shared to just anybody. As much as people might think he was abusing his position of trust as the guy's official counsellor anyway because of their relationship he wouldn't abuse Bram's trust by sharing personal information for any counsellor to dip their nose in. He'd deal with it. And take any backlash if there was any in the future. Fingers crossed Bram doesn't end up ripping Ziggy to pieces because he can't really sweep something like that under the carpet.
Sparks of silver most likely came back to life in his own eyes when Bram's started to turn red, his own subconscious readying himself just in case he got all grippy and panicked again. But, luckily he didn't seem to be losing it further, in fact he even kicked the knife away and Lyss watched the thing skitter across the floor and imbed into the wall somewhat, "breathe.. You don't have to see him, he doesn't need to even know you're here.." He offered a weak smile, and stroked a hand over the top of his head, "let's go back upstairs? Grab a bottle of alcohol from behind the bar and you can tell me whatever you want to share.. Rest assured though, if it comes to believing you or him you'll always be the one I'll be giving benefit of the doubt too. You're not bad. You're not a monster. And we love you, Bram. Me, Daisy, even little Jackson. We have your back."
He could believe that he must have done some bad things in his life though.. But as far as he's aware the sire bond isn't something easily broken, especially if the childe has already been beaten down physically. Which he obviously had been. Bram's sire was obviously a massive bitch. If he could he'd like to try and heal over the damage done by her, whether that's possible he's not entirely sure. But he'll still try.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Aug 22, 2019 11:19:49 GMT 1
Being believed went a long way towards calming Bram’s anxious mind. The hydrid was being honest that time he told Alpha, shortly after turning him, he rather die than be hated by the man. The past was in the past and there was nothing that could be done about it, but it changed little in regards to the guilt Bram felt and the hate he thought others would have towards him should they ever find out about what went on back then. A lot of what the fox might share would be lies but some of it would be based on truth and that was what made it ever worse for Bram.
He didn’t want to feel like this and was waiting for Alpha to do or say something to fix it otherwise what good was he for as a counsellor? It was his job to make the bad thoughts and memories go away but right now he was just ‘shhing’, and what help was that? Bram was too agitated to really feel the kiss, to think clearly, he had honestly scared himself with the level of hate he felt towards the fox shifter. It seemed better to him to be locked up because who knows if he could stop himself next time? Looking up to Alpha, Bram took in a breath and slowly let it out. “Can’t ever see him, will kill him.” Bram mumbled again, just knowing the fox was in the area was bad enough because unless the guy was high enough level to get an escort, he would be allowed out to explore the grounds, the town, and then how long would it be before he found out Carpe existed? It was a possibility that had Bram twitching a little again and he swallowed hard before leaning into Alpha a little more.
The counsellor was Bram’s rock right now and he gave him a small lick in response to the head stroking. He believed the man when he had said that he wouldn’t share Bram’s existence but that didn’t mean others would not. Suddenly Bram was grateful for not really knowing a whole lot of people, keeping himself to himself meant now he had less to make sure they kept quiet.
Bram just stayed holding Alpha for a minute after he suggested they go back upstairs. Drinking sounded really good about now, it might not be the perfect answer to problems but it had always worked for the hybrid. He wasn’t keen on sharing more but the chance to relax again sounded nice even if it was just in a drunken stupor. “Bram loves you all too. But Bram does have a monster inside.” he said quietly, he felt it, and guessed he just had to accept that fact now. He then reached to take Alpha by the hand and pull him towards the bar, picking up a bottle of Jack, his go-to drink in any time of crisis and then went towards the stairs. Unless Alpha pulled back, Bram didn’t plan to let him go yet, thankfully he was holding him with the unbloody hand.
Drink and drum, that was all that was on Bram’s mind right now and he had downed a quarter of the bottle in his hand before he even got back to his room. “Alpha drum, Bram is going to watch.” It might not be the most relaxing kind of music to most but to Bram it was and he only now let go in order to go and pick up Pint-Size from the hutch and then curl up by the kit and wait for Alpha to do something.
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Post by ULYSSES LLOYD BOWEN on Aug 24, 2019 12:02:21 GMT 1
There were things that he could do to make sure that Ziggy never stepped foot outside of Manson without a guard, raising his level was obviously a good start but for that he'd have to have evidence that the man was something more than what he claimed to be and unfortunately Bram's testimony for events that had happened in the past wasn't going to be good enough. People change. There are people old enough within Manson to believe that fact fully, Lyss might even say that he's one of them, but he could have sworn there was something off about the fox and he was thinking that maybe, just maybe he'd put his finger on it. Manipulative son of a bitch.
Asking Bram if he loved the other guy seemed a little bit too harsh of a thing to ask right now. He was just going to assume that he'd felt something for him, even if it was just trusting him completely. There wasn't much he could try and do to help without knowing more information, he couldn't just take jabs in the dark and hope he hits a bullseye.
"And he probably deserves it," Lyss muttered thoughtlessly, but he rectified his words quickly, "but," he added quickly with a small smile, "he isn't worth being locked back in Manson.. He's not worth losing everything you've worked so hard to build. You're better than him. He's locked up in Manson for the foreseeable future and you're out here. Living your life. With your business, your own home, your pack." He doesn't think he'll tell Daisy any of this straight away, unless she asks about the bruises on his arms then he might have no choice but to do so. If she finds out though then Ziggy better be watching his back, he isn't quite sure the extent of what she can do with her magic but he knows personally just how creative she can be.
He took Bram's hand and willingly followed him to the bar and wherever he was led, thankful that he was at least moving at a normal pace, "we can all be monster's Bram, but you controlled it. You stopped. Just because there's a 'monster' inside of you doesn't mean you are that monster." He probably shouldn't tell him that part of him kind of wanted to whack Ziggy around the face, he didn't think encouraging any sort of actual violence was a good idea in the slighhtest. Alcohol seemed a safer bet, it always seemed to calm the hybrid in the past. He'd probably ask if he wants to spend the night at his place too, see Daisy and Jackson, sleep someplace where he's completely sure Ziggy would have no chance of finding him. He didn't think the likelihood of him coming to Carpe was pretty minimal tonight at least.
Drum. He needed to drum? No pressure or anything, he just needed to do it well enough that he didn't end up irritating Bram more than helping him. He could do this. Maybe. He'd give it his best shot anyway. So he plonked himself down onto the seat again and picked up the same sticks as before from where Bram had neatly placed them. He glanced down to where the guy was curled with his rabbit, a fond but small smile crossing his lips before he began to play again.
He could just hope it'd actually help to calm Bram down. It didn't seem very calming.. But to each their own.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Aug 24, 2019 19:04:45 GMT 1
Bram knew Alpha was right and that no matter how much he wanted to hurt Ziggy, it was not worth losing what he had built up here, was for sure not worth loosing contact with the family he had made for himself either. But, and there was always a ‘but’ in these situations, Bram really wasn’t sure he could stop himself should he see the red-head face to face. Simply being told he was better than the other now because of what he had achieved didn’t mean a whole lot, didn’t get rid of the hurt he felt inside or the worry that when he didn’t have Alpha near he would forget about what he had built up and what might lie ahead, and just focus on what would make him feel good in that moment. “Still want to punch him in his stupid, annoying, beautiful face.” Bram muttered dejectedly. He was a broken hybrid right now, probably only holding it together by a thread and the fresh blood in his body that seemed to amplify whatever emotion he was feeling in the moment, which right now was sadness. Sadness didn’t exactly make you want to do much.
It was why he just walked to get the bottle of booze, walked upstairs while keeping silent. This had been a rollercoaster of an afternoon that Bram would usually have slept right though, only waking as the sun was setting so he can begin his ‘day’ when the majority were settling down for the night. Bram wasn’t ungrateful that Alpha had turned up but rather he just wished things could have ended after the feeding, that the man hadn’t pointed out the mark on his leg and kicked off this whole event.
For now he set his eyes on the drums. Bram wanted something he could count on, literally. Alpha would play a beat and the hybrid knew he could follow it, what was coming next, what colours to expect and how it would feel as it vibrated through the floor. It was consistent and thats what he needed right now, or at least as near to that as he could get considering Alpha was nowhere near as good a drummer as he was. It was a thought that made Bram inwardly smile even if outside he looked a little bit lost. “No green.” Bram said as he ran a hand over Pint-Size, taking a sniff of the bunny as he did and then looked up towards Alpha.
Red still tinged Bram’s eyes but you could see the natural blue-grey behind so he was calming down. “Alpha is gonna protect Bram.” he said, “Bram is going to behave for Alpha, no matter what.” He as talking to Pint-Size even if the bunny didn’t understand him (Bram liked to think she did though) and petted her again before letting her hop off wherever she wanted to hop off too. Bram had taken the cat-lady’s advice and got his floor ‘bunny-proofed’ so he wasn’t concerned about wires being chewed.
Taking another large swig of the whisky Bram burped loudly and then reached out to put his fingers lightly to the bass drum. Tonight could end well, that was something to focus on. “Can you stay here tonight?” Bram figured Alpha might want to sleep and Bram would be ok with that but he just wanted someone in his home with him even if they snoozed and he did something as boring as laundry and shower. Sniffing himself Bram though he needed a shower, the blood was drying on his clothes and hair and making it sticky.
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