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Post by tristianjames on Dec 13, 2010 21:49:19 GMT -5
Tristian watched the play of emotion run over Bastian’s face and fought the urge to cringe. Slowly, he let his hands drift back down to his sides and willed his vampiric teeth to descend back into the recesses of his gums. He’d imagined this; had told himself that this very situation would be the result of his returning to his once happy life. His family would fear him, hate him, wish that he had truly died…and he would be forever scarred.
Yet, through the past eight years, as he watched his children grow and his wife live on from afar, he’d had a smidgen of hope for something different. For…love. Acceptance.
This was what he deserved, he decided, as Bastian’s angry words cut at his soul. He’d known that his decision to stay away would be as hard to understand as his new ‘lifestyle,’ but he’d at least thought that Bastian would understand. He’d lost someone in his life; didn’t he feel the unmistakable urge to protect the ones he loved? Would he risk anything to see his beloved Kara again, or to take Simi’s pain away from her?
Tristian would. He would take on all of their sadness, their fear, and the anger practically burning a hole in his son’s retinas, if it meant giving them a moment of peace. That was why he’d left in the first place; to make sure that they weren’t burdened with his mistakes.
”Bastian, please try to understand,” He said, forcing his voice to remain level. ”When I was turned, I was…feral. I couldn’t come to you, even if I wanted to, because I would have hurt you, your sister and your mother. Do you understand? And afterward…God, I thought it would be better if you thought I was dead.”
Finally, anger was evident in his voice as he hardened himself against what the other James said next. ”Of course I know what’s happened…I knew before all of you. I’ve been hunting the bastard that hurt your sister ever since college and I’ve been watching out for all of you. What; did you think that you were actually going on those crazy ass hunts alone? I was there, even though you couldn’t see me.”
When Bastian put his fist through the foyer wall, Tristian was moving before he could stop himself. He wrapped a hand around his son’s fist and jerked it down, before immediately letting him go. ”Stop that!”
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Post by bastian on Dec 13, 2010 23:12:02 GMT -5
 When Tristian grabbed Bastian's arm the young James jerked away, shoving his vampiric father in the process. "Don't touch me!" He growled the words, spat them like venom. Bastian was on full on overload, his entire world crumbling around him into tiny pieces that all the kings horses and all the kings men wouldn't be able to put it back together again. "You don't have the right," He pointed a finger at his father. Or at the vampire. At his vampire father. Whatever. "Not anymore." His gaze narrowed. "You thought what? That once you got control that we'd still be better off without you?" He clenched his bruised fist almost determined to punch his father in the face again. "That wasn't your decision!" Instead of punching Tristian he shoved him again before wandering into the study, the same study that Tristian used to sit in while Bastian was a child and poured a glass of whiskey, downing it quickly before pouring himself another. What was he supposed to do here? It's not like he could pretend this didn't happen. Simi was on her way here as they spoke. They were trying to lure the demon here so they could trap him and send his ass back to hell. Killing Gregg would be a perk. Bastian honestly didn't care if he had been possessed or not. He was still the meat suit of his sister's rapist. How could he let him just walk away from that. How was he supposed to explain to his sister that their father was still alive? That he'd abandoned them because he'd been a vampire? Talk about adding insult to injury. Bastian would have at least liked to have known his father was alive, but apparently they weren't worthy to know that. In fact Bastian wasn't feeling worthy of a lot of things right now. He poured himself another drink and downed it quickly again. It seemed like someone should put on the bottle to pour, swallow, and repeat, because that's what Bastian was doing. What the hell else was he supposed to do? As much as Bastian had been trying his world was falling apart. "I don't know what you expect from me here, but Simi and Ryder are on their way. They'll be here in a few hours." He took another shot. "You don't really expect me to keep this from her and mom do you?" |
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Post by tristianjames on Dec 19, 2010 17:42:29 GMT -5
With a grunt, Tristian fell back on his haunches. He didn’t feel the brunt of his son’s shove, but the distance itself managed to make his chest contract. He’d just royally fucked everything up, hadn’t he? God, he should never have come back here. He should never have strayed from the plan…
Pushing himself to his feet, he glanced over at the front door. Maybe he should just leave; cut his losses and fade into the night. Bastian would hate him, but he wouldn’t hurt his loved ones by telling him of his father’s deception. And, over time, perhaps the younger James would think the entire scene as one big, annoying hallucination brought on by stress.
But, of course, he did none of that, instead following his son into the den. He stopped in the doorway, feeling strange as he looked around at all the familiar odds and ends. It felt like lifetimes ago, when he’d been in here last. He remembered each and every book; all the hidden nooks and crannies, and the desk that Lexi had gotten him after they were married. His fists clenched as he ached to go back in time, to those sweet, innocent days.
”I did what I thought was best for all of you,” He said, voice soft. ”You were all taken care of, with your mother my heir to the company. You didn’t see me when I was first turned. I was…it was difficult for me. I didn’t want to hurt any of you, and I thought that if I just…went away…” He trailed off, knowing that any explanation he’d give would sound hollow. What he’d done, he’d done out of love. He didn’t have to defend that.
Looking back up at Bastian, Tristian let all emotion fade from his face. He gave his son a hard look, before clenching his teeth. ”Yes, that is what I expect you to do. Simi and Lexi don’t need to know that I’m here. When I came, I wanted to check on your mother…just make sure that she was alright, and that she knew that Simi was alive. I never meant for you to find me…but I do mean for you to keep this a secret. I’m sorry to do this for you, son, but it’s for the best.”
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Post by bastian on Dec 29, 2010 18:01:12 GMT -5
Rubbing his face, Bastian finally began to simmer his anger down to a slow boil. God he was so tired. Everyone seemed to think that doing what was best meant keeping secrets and telling lies. Keeping Bastian and his mother in the dark. Guess Simi took after their old man. Who was still alive. A fact Bastian realized he should be grateful for. Simi was a live too, and she would be here soon. God he thought both of them dead, his father longer than his sister. Then in the span of a day he'd found out they were both alive. It was amazing that Bastian wasn't bouncing off of padded walls in a straight jacket, making fart sounds with his lips. He felt like he was going crazy. Maybe he was. The little spectacle he'd put on before probably made his father think that Bastian was weak. Bastian took another swig of whiskey, letting the amber liquid burn it's way down his throat and into his stomach. He wondered what his father had been doing all this time. Had he had other lovers? Had he turned people? Killed people from feeding on them? Was Tristian just another monster that Bastian needed to put down? God he did not need this. He didn't even want to think about it. Simi was going to be here in a few hours. There was work to be done, a demon to capture and kill in a slow, painful, torturous way. "I'm not going to keep this from them. There's been too many lies and too many secrets. It's brought us nothing but trouble and heartache."He flicked his gaze to his father. "Simi's going to be here soon. We're going to lure the demon in. You gonna stay and help or run away again?" |
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Post by tristianjames on Dec 29, 2010 22:42:16 GMT -5
In that moment, Tristian couldn't help but wonder how his son had aged so much, in such a short amount of time. Gone was the happy-go-lucky smile and the innocent shine to his eyes; replaced by lines of worry and weariness. Had he done that? Had his death been the beginning of a tumble down into an abyss of despair?
The vampire couldn't help but clench his jaw and close his eyes, as if in pain. God, he shouldn't have come here! He kept on coming back to the same thought, but it was the truth; he should never have deviated from his original plan and come to the estate. He'd wanted to see Lexi and Simi when she arrived, but...no, he couldn't let this get in the way of his original plan. When Bastian's back was turned, he was going to leave.
And the James' would never see him again. It was for the best.
His eyes narrowed slightly at his son's next question, but Tristian held his tongue. He was right to be a bit on the irritable side. If their roles were reversed, there would probably have been bloodshed already. A martyred sigh escaped him as he shoved his fingers through his hair.
"Of course I'm going to help take that bastard down," He said. "But now isn't the time to go telling everyone about me. Like you said; Simi will be here soon, and all of you will plan. I'll help as much as I can. It's all I can do for now, Bastian. Please understand."
((Yo, boo! So I figure that we can either let this end here, or you could write up a 'I hate you, you FOO' closer and things can flash straight to the Devil's Door. Tristian's gonna be hiding in the shadows during that one. We could do another thread with Tris and Bas later on; maybe Bas comes over to Tris and is all 'dude, this' what we decided on; I want you to hide in the shadows and make sure nobody sneaks up on us' or something. PM me on Ben's account with what you think! ^__^ ))
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