|Hmm... a second installment continued from Broken Shadows. << I dunno how good it is... I'm just writing... x.x trying to, ya know...get back in gear... Maybe it's working, maybe not...*shrug* The boy's name is pronounced like "Jewel". Enjoy.|
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Outside it was so cold and wet as the rain continued its gentle assault on the normally heated streets, merciless against any who happened to be wandering the outside world that night. Of course, no one in their right mind would be caught on the street alone during the night, for all of the creatures that called it their territory. If the boy would have thought about that before leaving, he probably would have let the fear drive him to stay.
But he hadn't. Quietly he stumbled down the stretch of sidewalk using the buildings for support should his legs give out on him before he found other shelter. Not that he thought that he could. What had he possibly hoped to find out there, anyway? He hadn't even thought of where he should go. Maybe he had hoped to stumble upon someone who could help him, direct him. Someone who could give a hint to his identity, or point him somewhere that would.
But there wasn't a soul on the streets that night; not any visible ones, anyway. He could feel eyes on him from all around; hungry eyes. Gazes that sized him up for their own purposes, the feeling that something could pounce on him any second beginning to overwhelm him. But he didn't look around, for fear that it would hint that he knew something was there, and further provoke it to action. No, he had to keep moving, albeit slowly, but he had to keep moving.
"Juel?" A voice caught his attention, a soft, dark voice from just ahead. Oddly enough, it almost sounded familiar, as did the name. But he couldn't figure out what it meant and his eyes drifted upward. If his mind was registering anything besides his own weakness, the boy might have jumped back in fear or something of the sort as he saw a figure before him, just a few feet away. A familiar figure.
Standing before him was a tall, dark man, clad in black clothing, and umbrella held tightly in one hand to keep it from blowing away and exposing his pale skin to the harsh rain. Deepset, blood red eyes watched the boy, a mix of confusion, relief and concern mixed within the orbs. A slender figure, he was larger than the blonde haired youth that he so intently examined, but not by much. It was more the height and average build that exposed him as such.
Flaming read hair fell about those gracefully sloped shoulders, longer than most males' but not long enough to give him a feminine appearance. No, that strong jawline prohibited that, but not only gave an illusion of strength, but a hint of kindness. Something gentle in angled face. A long, black trenchcoat hid most of the figure, but the dark leather beneath it was indicative of a rebellious youth. The male couldn't be more than eighteen by his features, but it was hard to say, considering only vampires and demons dared step out at night.
The red-haired male took a step forward, causing the smaller boy to step back, nearly tripping over his own feet. A hand caught his arm gently as those glowing optics searched the doll-like face.
"Juel? You're alive?" The man asked incredulously. The boy, obviously Juel, just stared up at the man through rain-soaked locks that fell across his face, unsure of what to make of him. He didn't appear a threat; wouldn't he have attacked already if he was planning to?
"Don't you recognize me? It's me, Dark." The silence had obviously told the man something was wrong as he carefully let go of that thin arm, the body it belonged to now more properly balanced due to the aid. Juel merely shook his head slowly, his mouth opening to speak, but no words ever left it. There really wasn't anything he could say.
A look of pained disappointment spread across Dark's face as he, too, fell quiet. By the familiar feeling he was getting, and the words the other male had spoken, it was obvious that this someone was from his past; that little bit he couldn't remember. But who was he, really? What connection did they share.
"You look horrible..." Dark murmured. His gaze fell to the boy's neck. "He did this to you..." Fingers gently brushed the punture wounds. The blonde boy moved away, a new fear gripping him, even though he wasn't sure why. Just the prospect of being touched didn't sit well, and his stomach suddenly curned. The hand retracted almost instantly, as if some understanding came to the man. "I'm sorry..."
"Get away..." Juel murmured, taking a step back. He didn't like this new fear. He should have stayed in that apartmen room. But it was too late now. He was stuck out here in a world he couldn't remember, faced with someone who he was supposed to know but couldn't place.
"Juel, it's ok... I'm not going to hurt you. I'd never hurt you." Dark explained softly. Carefully he held out a hand, what little light filtered from the street lamps catching a glint off of a small, silver ring on the man's finger. "I'm your friend..." He said softly. Juel looked at the ring a moment before his own hand slipped from the oversized sleeve. Positioned on his ring finger was an identical silver band. He hadn't realized it until that moment, that it was the only thing he still had after waking up.
Slowly, pale blue eyes drifted up to meet with deep red, his own curiousity and confusion surfacing. Maybe they were friends. Obviously, they had to be. Why else would they bare a similar ring as a trademark of sorts? But Juel was still afraid. His attacker, no doubt, would know of that ring, unless he had somehow hidden it through whatever torture he had endured. However, something told him he could trust Dark.
"I want to help, Juel." Dark said carefully, offering his hand to the smaller male. "Come with me?" Although skeptical, the blonde boy could feel exhaustion overcoming him. The man before him seemed so kind and he offered help. Maybe a warm place to dry off, a comforting few words, or some information as to why he had been in such a position and why he couldn't remember anything.
Biting down on his lower lip, Juel carefully placed his own hand within that outstretched one. A kind smiile came to Dark's face and, for once since he had woken up in that dirty little room, Juel felt safe.
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