Like a crippled play thing(open/Haemish

[darky]

Salem left the large house, not quite big enough to be called a mannor, but big. The large oak doors reminded him of times he'd sneek in drunk to meet his father with another whore, or just some desparet person up for a good one.
The house disturbed him, reminding him too much of a time abandoned. deep set bricks between layrs of flaking cement built strong and prominent like a sore against the land to which it was set attached to another house, and surrounded by exact duplicats. So unoriginal, so obviously built to save space for many other desparet workers of the ever circling society that seemed to reach an all about stop never changing, the only hope seemed to be in there spawn, though over time created measures to increase work, and the life capacity to which one would be able to work before deemed a sore on society, and still they wondered why people suffered depression.

Salem smiled to himself at the grim sentiment, partly for the futaliy of humanity and partly for the pure glee of escaping the ever going circle, even as a human he was unable to follow running to America at the first presented oppertunity.
He started at a brisk pace away from the over built neighborhood, grass a seldom luxury, but was running before long, he had to get away, the only reason he returned was the need for a place to sleep and with hope for the ability to face the demons of his past his foolish, youthful self refused to see.
Maybe if he'd tried harded...maybe if he could actually tolorate built in pressure....maybe....

Salem stopped running slightly short on breath at the edge of a forest, perhaps he didn't need to breath but he found it a sentiment to his human self, something he promised he'd keep doing, on the hardest of times he'd remind himself to just keep breathing, and so he found it a method of calming, of surviving through turmoil. But he felt if he stopped then when he did reach those times, he'd have nothing to turn to. It was a small and petty thing, but nessisary for his sanity he thought, either that or he'd just find a new one but this was so much easier.

Salem headed into the forest, passing a quaint house on his way, though passed little heed in it, not caring if these lands were owned or not.
Salem found his way to a small incline to which face the fat moon its thin light bathing the trees and moss filled floor. The sight brought a smile to his features and he felt himself lost to the thoughts of great stories in his mind to which he never could release, and when he tried he's throat would close and he couldn't speak. he took out his writing pad to which he had brought in a small rug sack to which he had brought with him on leaving the house and took to drawing the scean wanting to capture the image in his mind.

Salem became so engrossed in his art he didn't notice the shift in weather condistions and the slight prick of electricity on his skin. The first few fat drops of rain fell upon him closely followed by lashing rain. Quickly putting away his pad Salem took out an umbrella almost hiding under it. digging his hands into the moss and a near by decaying tree he pushed himself to his feet and took one last look at the scean, to which he regeted as the sound of rolling thunder fell quietly behind the clouds.
"don't...don't..." He heard himself think and found his dead cold lips muttering as he stood frozen to the spot his feet digging into the dampening ground as he took deep breaths and tried to surpress the growing fear trying to will his legs to move his knees beging to tremble

With a loud roar of thunder Salem felt panic rise, and the knowledge it had consumed his mind to much to surpress pricked at his sences. He began to shake small dropplets of tear coagulating at the rims of his eyes. His knees gave way and he found himself tumbling down the incline, his umbrella taken to the wind a few feet from him he stayed laying where he was a moment before sitting up and pressing his nose to his knees. There was no stopping it, the panic would probably have to run its course now he figured as the rain fell heavly upon him and he was back in the tight dark space....closing his eyes he was absorbed into the nightmare
He couldn't see...he couldn't breath...the stench, oh god the stench, decaying wood and death thick on the air...he was going to die...there was flame and thunder and he was going to die...he tried to cry out but he voice wouldn't work...he couldn't scream...

Salem gave a shout of fear as lighting scorched the sky "It's going to burn....it's all going to burn..." he whispered to the dark

[* Annie - L]

EDITTED. =]] enjoy.


Haemish loved the rain. In fact, he loved storms despite his love of silence while alone. At the sound of droplets falling on his roof, he'd lept up and slid a grey beater on, along with a pair of cargo pants, and made his way outside his cozy little home. He sliped his hands into the big pockets of his pants and made off into the darkness that surrounded his house.

A clap of thunder, followed by forked lightning sent a gittery feeling throughout the course of Haemish's slim, but tall body. He felt a smile play at the edges of his perfect lips as he rose his face to the sky, allowing raindrops to cover his pale face. He felt so alive when he was walking, and even more so when the water fell from the sky in perfect little drops, splattering onto th first thing they touch, creating a soothing pattering. The sounds of the forest calmed him, but when rain was falling off leaves and hitting the soil, especially thickly and furiously, the relaxation was amplified.

He strode along the path he'd created over the century by doing just what he was doing now. The small dirt path winded to and fro from the aimless meandering Haemish had done so many times. Walking was his favourite of all things. It probably wasn't too good though, since itgave him opportunities to think of more ways to defy ackowledging the presence of any other being but himself. More ways to hide from the world that had been so cruel by taking the majority of what he loved, if you will.

Haemish paused for a moment, sliding a hand gracefully across a tree trunk. Though the trees in england were short, and fairly small, this one was the biggest he had, and therefore he appreciated it. Something about trees consoled him, even in the darkest of times. That can be taken literally or figuratively.

Whether it was the fact that they grew despite the constant raining, and wind, or how they continued to grow until someone cut them down, either way, he could never be angry surrounded by trees. Which is why he chose a little home in the middle of nothing but forest. He was inspired by their unfailing ability to recover and move on, since He himself had trouble with that sort of thing. Perhaps his walks in the forest would some day lead him to a new path, unlike his current path that was beaten to dirt and sure to be used on every walk.

He drew a deep breath, surprised when none of the rain that was now pouring down entered his mouth. He permitted the fresh night air to fill his lungs deeply, and watched as it puffed back out, the mist disappearing immediately under the heavy rain.

Pressed his back to the soggy bark of the tree, he granted the dampness to seep through his thin beater, sending cold shivering through his spine. Having damp on his back gave him a nice feeling, and the ability to feel anything but emptyness and regret had a nice effect on Haemish. Physical discomfort fell under that category. Though he enjoyed this feeling, it reminded him that he was not alone on the planet, even if he felt it.

That fact came true not a moment too soon. He heard some form of pleas for help. Although the words did not seem to ask for it, the voice was helpless and Haemish could tell there was someone in danger. He followed the small voice off his regular path and down a slight slope until he saw a curled up shape on the ground at the base of a tree. He picked up a light trot and shoved his way through the underbrush to the figure. Although the rain clouded his sense of smell slightly, he could tell strongly that the thing at his feet was a vampire.

Kneeling down, Haemish placed a hand on the shoulder of the scared vampire. "It's okay,"[/i] he said gently, but loud enough for the man curled up to hear his amiable and reassuring voice. He figured it must be the lightning that frightened him, or else a stray werewolf. He put introducing himself aside, and instead went straight to the point. He was good at helping people, especially on familiar territory. "Are you able to walk?"[/i] he asked calmly, placing his other hand on the vampire, but he was sure not to move him. He did not want to be forceful. Though, if the vampire was unable to reply, he knew he'd just pick it up and take off into the night. His house was only a short run away, and it was a lot safer from the noise of thunder. The only sounds permitted were the sound of rain pattering. He hoped that wasn't too much.

[darky]

((Okey maybe I wont be able to keep up posting things that long, forgive me ))

Salem held his knees close to his chest leaning his head foreward so his forehead met his knees.
"Stop....stop...it's going to burn...it's going to burn and no one will even know..." he muttered shaking his head violently completely absolved by the contious nightmare that surrounded his sences.
Rain beat down upon him like lumps of scattered fleash weighed down by coagulating blood and fats. Although it wasn't there he could smell blood, flame, vomit, death and the ever rotting wood. Flashing images of sightless eyes jumped out at him on the strike of lightning his world disolved into the ever hauting nightmare of his dreams...he was falling deeper and deeper into the dark...but it wasn't dark it was blood...why was there so much blood...? The sky, the sky was raining blood...A blue flash...Fire, fire was ripping through to blood, ripping through the drowing people...ripping through there lives, their thoughts, their potential...they were screaming...the screams, why didn't the blood muffle the screams....oh god why wouldn't they stop?

Salem felt the rain seep into his nose and mouth diluting the salts of his tears which seemed to drown the pours of his face leaving long red marks in there wake. Deep Sobs tore through his lungs the shaking wrecking his ever weairy body.

Salem was so caught up in the terror, the nightmare, he had not heard or senced the presesnce of another being until he felt a weight upon his shoulder. In a quick jerk movement of his neck Salem was eye to eye with Haemish. The cool gental voice of the man before him who's face seemed to ply through the darkness of his mind and sight. lines of receading darkness dampened his vision due to how tightly clasped the lids of his eyes had been.

Shaking his head as though physically removing the heavy feeling on his mind he tried to make sence of what Haemish was saying. Right then he couldn't quite grasp the art of English but the tone was enough to sooth him as much as anything could through the relentless panic. With another roar of thunder he was sobbing again shaking violently.

Lightning struck in the distance temporarily sending the forest light ablaze with blue. Salem gave a sharp cry and scrambled away from Haemish only able to see screaming images of people he'd killed the ever hauting scenes that came with the madness of age. Before he'd even realized, or more so he didn't realize, right then he wasn't aware of anything but the panic, he reacted in a mannor he had been so often trained to. Salem held a silver magnum in his hand and pointed it ahead of him his eyes clasped shut
"D-don't...." was all he could get out, though it was clear he wasn't talking to Haemish but to whatever was running though his mind, his hands shaking far to violently to aim, had his eyes been open, or even to pull the trigger other then by pure mistake.

With a large craic the gun went off, narrowly missing Haemish, the bullet lodging in a near by tree. It only took thunder to fall after that for him to drop the gun in panic, though he was reaching for it like a frightened child to a stuffed animal all too quickly. For him, though most things he would likely encounter who were a threat would seldom be slowed by such a crude device, the gun was a comfort, he'd never leave his house without at least one

[* Annie - L]

[[okay. I wont make it too long then =D]]

Haemish reacted quickly to the frightened vampire before him, leaning hard to one side just before the gun had gone off. He was very well acquainted with terror beyond rationality, and therefore found it easy to relate to the man who'd just shot at him, along with not holding it against him for his unreasonable behaviour.

He darted to the vampire, knowing he had to act fast before he was unable to dodge the gun. He slid the weapon into his back pocket, picking it up rapidly and making sure it wasn't ready to fire. Then he used all his strength to pick the vampire up, wanting to restrain him from causing any harm. His plan was to sprint back to his house, which should not be too long considering he had the right intentions and he could get up to full speed after a few seconds.

"Listen, It is going to be okay. You have to trust me."[/i] He said slightly louder into the vampire's ear. His voice still soothing and smooth. Although, he knew that his words might not get past the air between them at the amount of fear the vampire was seeping with. He almost smiled dryly at the irony of the situation. He knew he'd act the same way if he was in a crowd and someone tried to pcik him up. He couldn't hear anything soothing until he was a good few meters away from the crowd, and had had some time to breathe.

Assuming it was the thunder, unless the vampire was afraid of the trees... he knew his house would be safe, and focussed on getting there as soon as possible, whatever the risk. "I need you to breathe. And I need you to not fight me. I will get you out of here, I promise."[/i] he assured directly into the younger vampire's ear.

He didn't have time to feel good about helping someone the way he usually did, since this time a pause might end in a lot of pain on his part. If need be, he'd knock the vampire out, but he hoped it wouldn't come to that. Atleast he didn't have fire, since that was the only thing that could kill him at night.

[darky]

"Can't...can't..." Salem muttered softly. His face wet with tears, his thoughts blinded by panic, fear and the nightmare.
Screams echoed through the darkest corners of his mind and right then he couldn't control the good part of his mind let alone the darkest sickest depths of it, and the sickness of his mind went deep.

In such fear he tended to jump to anything that made a bang with the reprocussion of wide spread damage and usualy death, such things he had spent years hiding behind, even after he'd turned he'd kept such virtues close to his heart.

With a sickening sway, nausia rising through fear and adrenalin, he felt the familure feeling of being lifted. A body held him close holding him above the ground and whispering things he had not yet the mind to comprehend. His heart and stomach turned with the ever uncanny lurch of fear as another roll of thunder tore the sky and he found himself clinging to the man before him sobbing into his chest
"All going to burn...it's raining and its all going to burn...why wont they stop screaming?" he whispered, his voice broken, the sentance torn by sobs of fear and anguish.

Salem was generally not the type to use physical force. Flirtatios suggestion generally bore him his meal when not under the incapacity of self control. Granted he did use guns, allot in fact, even the bravest of human men tended to surcum or tense at the sight of gleaming metal. Salem had never been the best for self control, and that fell under all categories, temper, sex drive, vices. It made only sence in a way the blood lust would be one of his difficult trials he could not control. On the brink of passing out, fear running through his system leaving him floundering like a drowning fish in the need to escape but falling to the darkness at the edges of his sight, soon to consume his mind and leave him passed out. Shadows of tree's seemed gouls the sound of thunder pulling the strings of fear in his heart as he felt consumed by the memories of death and the irrational fear that to pass out would allow the flames of his memory to devour him. Though he was not in the slghtest aware of the fact, but the current fear was probably not so irrational considering he was now in the arms of someone who could do anything to him, though the knowledge of the other person only brought more discomfort to his mind. He could see the shadows of his past run there dark fingers across his pale skin, the thunder struck and he knew in his mind that the person was going to kill him.

A natural reaction in fear, Salem felt the need to defend himself, aswell as stay awake, his eyes uncannily wide though still, his body shaking violently at the sound of any disturbance in the sky. turning his head swiftly in the arms of adrenalin he felt his long sharp teeth aimed for the throat of the man who held him, the only weapon he still held, his hunger coming through in waves, his fear desintigrating the thoughts of rationality

((He didn't bite him just yet,he's trying to, just to let you know or whatever ;P It's not great its all I could think of brain dead, it doesn't do your post justice))

[* Annie - L]

Although Haemish knew it would not be easy for him to help the vampire, and figured that he'd attempt to get away out of blindness to rationality, he was slightly taken aback when teeth came at the side of his throat. His head cringed away quickly, snaking back just out of the way of the vampire's teeth. He hadn't been bitten at by a vampire since he'd been turned. He wrapped one long arm tighter around the vampire and used the other to hold it's head still. You try to help someone... he thought irritably to himself, though he was sure not to judge the vampire too harshly. He himself knew he'd be the exact same, and made a mental note that if he was in a crowd and someone tried to pick him up, he'd do his best to listen.

As the vampire struggled fiercly in his arms, the only thing haemish could think of was taking the gun out and using the back to knock out the already close to slipping into the darkness creature. It would make things a tad bit easier if he wasn't trying to eat him and wriggle free while Haemish ran. The only way he could do that was by hitting him over the head, not too hard, but hard enough to get him out cold for a good five minutes, all he needed.

All this thrashing was happening while Haemish was trying to run, on top of this. He knew his house was coming up soon, but if he didn't act quickly he might not make it. He only had one hand to spare for so long before the rain made his other slip, which it was beginning to do. Getting a bit frustrated, he adjusted the bundle in his arm and reached for the gun, making sure there was no chance he'd fire it, he hit the vampire in the back of the head and prayed it would work. [[OOC you pick if you want to get knocked out or not ]]

Rain streaked his pasty face, and bare arms, weighing down his baggy pants. The occasional bush caught the edges of his pants, making him nearly trip as he kicked about until it let him loose. The whole scenario was very difficult. Under some stress, Haemish lost a few other tactics to this sort of thing he had used before, generally on himself.. but that didn't matter.

I love you. You know I do
Yea, it’s perfect…well, it isn’t and it is

And I’ve been meaning to call you
I’ve been meaning to call you
Then I do
I’ve been meaning to call you
I’ve been meaning to call you
Then I do

he sung out loud. In View, the Tragically Hip. The first song that came to mind. He hoped if the words, which were meaningless in his case, didn't get through, the tune might. Music tended to calm most people, even some vampires. His voice itself was musical, and very alluring. Smooth, not missing a single key despite the various odds which stood against him. Wind, a struggling vampire, rain... the list went on. So did Haemish.

[darky]

Salem shook violently in the older vampiers arms, his body felt heavy, his eyes hardly open, cold tears drenching his face. It was almost unnessisary when Haemish hit him on the back of the head, granted he would have hurt Haemish in someway had he not.

((Well I'm going to write from when he woke up if that's okey otherwise I have little to say and that get's dull, so I'm just gonna say he's in the house))

Salem's eyes snapped open and he jumped up to a sitting possition his eye's wide and his breath coming in quick rapid gasps. He winced as he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head thudding slighting like a small child drumming on the top of his head. he trembled slightly at the pain leaning over and clasping the back of his head but it fadded quickly with the virtues of being a vampire if he felt anything it tended not to last.
sighing he sat back with his head pressed to the cold wall at his back before opening his eyes, he couldn't hear the thunder and wondered if he'd slept through it, only then did his slow moving mind decide to actually work and he realized he had no idea where he was. Standing up he began to inspect the small surroundings of the house.
"Hello?" he asked tentively the memories of how badly he'd freaked coming to mind as he recalled how he shot and tried to bite the person who had tried to help him and he very near scuttled, a scuttle the only way to discribe what he did, though it was a more nervous movement, as he figured the person kind enough to bring him here was probably a bit angry about and who knew they may have even wanted revenge, though he felt obliged to find out and give his thanks had he been smarter maybe he would have legged it but there was also a degree of curiosity, that and embarrasment

[* Annie - L]

Heamish kept both eyes on the vampire, still singing awkwardly, until his eyes closed and Haemish could be sure he wasn't about to attack again. He then took off at a safer pace until he reached his house.

He walked around the front of his house and unlocked it, shifting the dead weight he was carrying onto his other arm to do so. As soon as he entered the house, he put the boy down carefully on the carpeted ground. He jogged off down the hall after a backwards glance to make sure the unconcious vampire wasn't about to fall down, and grabbed a towel to sit him on. Returning less than a second later, he moved him gently onto the towel, but decided agaisnt putting him on the couch; too much movement would probably wake him up and Haemish did not want to be taken off guard again, in case the vampire wasn't going to be calm when he awoke. Satisfied, he made his way back down the hall to dry off and get changed.

Using another towel, he dried himself off and slid his drenched gray beater off, throwing it into his laundry hamper and he slid himself into a white and navy blue baseball shirt and a pair dark blue jeans. After he was dry enough to move properly instead of being restricted by the wetness. He strode back to his kitchen, placing a pair of his sweat pants and a T-shirt at the unconcious vampire's feet before hand, and then went to turn on the kettle for some tea.

Hearing something stir in the room next to him, he peeked over the counter, ducking to see under the cupboards, and saw the boy standing up, looking very confused. "Hello?" his voice came from the otehr room. Haemish leaned out around the cupboards. "Hello,"[/i] he greeted the man amiably, offering a kind smile. "There's some clothes there,"[/i] he stepped out of the kitchen and pointed to the boy's feet, where there was some clothes neatly folded, waiting to be worn. "if you want to get into something dry..."[/i] he said, rather cautiously. He was worried that the vampire might still be bewildered. Knowing that the storm was still going on, he knew he wouldn't be able to let him leave until it was over.

Figuring it might be an idea to introduce himself, he continued. "My name is Haemish,"[/i] he said, biting his lip after an awkward smile. He wasn't really sure what else he could possibly say.

[darky]

Salem jumped hearing the voice, though he wanted to be greated there was probably nothing Heamish could have done so that he didn't jump, Salem was shaking slightly from the adreniline which had yet to fade in his system which made him jumpy.

"Hey" Salem said his voice small and coy giving a small smile to the man who was ducking under cupbords.
Looking behind him Salem noticed the clothes, though the effort was almost enough to make him fall over. His knees shaking and his footing askew it was a wonder he was still standing at all let alone fumbling around. He nodded back to the man not quite sure what to say, his mind was working hard enough on regaining motor functions let alone telling him what had happened.
"Thank you." Salem said gently, almost through habit but his voice fell like quiet music, like a genius musician to shy to play. He seemed to just notice his clothes were wet and clinging to him dripping on the floor.
"Oh." he muttered softly pulling off his shirt and jacket folding them gently and running a towel over his sharp angeled body still looking bewildered though his expression was mainly blank. the slight utter held an apologetic hint for damaging the floor but seemed a bit dazed
"Haemish?" he repeated wanting to get the pernunciation right and smiled at the man "Salem" he said softly returning the gesture
"Where am I?" he asked gently looking around the house pulling on the t-shirt before wondering a bit closer to Haemish so they could see one another without the cupboards in the way "It's a beautiful house"
Salem put a hand on his hip going white as he realized his gun was gone suddenly remembering he'd shot at Haemish, that and the storm
"I-I..." he started and shook his head frowning as though struggling with the ability to speak "I'm so sorry..." he said softly taking a step back from Haemish not sure of the other mans intentions

[* Annie - L]

"Sorry, it's my house. The only place safe from the storm for a few kilometers."[/i] he said, a little awkwardly. He very rarely had people over.

Haemish noticed the back step taken, and decided to clear things up. "Don't be, I know I would have done the same thing under different circumstances."[/i] this was saying a lot for Haemish, since he never told anyone anything. Atleast he knew he wouldn't say which circumstances, since weakness was not his thing, sharing his fears could possibly be the stupidest thing ever. "Are you okay? Sorry I had to knock you out there, but I needed to get you here before you killed one of us..."[/i] he trailed off, voice laced with apology and sincerity. He moved closer, gesturing politely to the black leather couch that sat across the room. "I didnt mean to hit you so hard. You should sit down, do you need ice?"[/i] he suddenly felt very guilty and concerned.

Haemish rubbed his brow, which was frowned in stress.

[[yeahyeah. this is all you get at the moment. you can reply or wait until I have energy tomorrow. yer choice, love.]]

[darky]

"Storm..." he repeated and could almost feel the daze fade and smiled at the man rubbing the back of his head a bit awkwardly and acting like a man who was horribly embarrassed "Ah...right yeah...alway's kinda had a thing about burning alive in a storm"
his voice was soft and alluring, even if it was laced with embarrassment, he hated being caught in a comprimising position, though he had been caught in bed once or twice, but being caught like that was worse. It showed he was weak and at least sex was natural but that...that was just him being weird and a freak
"Thank you" he smiled, though the reply was quiet it was clear he ment it he ran a finger over his bottom lip and relaxed as the man said he would have done the same, Salem wasn't alone, he could almost see himself dacing around the place and smashing things in glee, man he really had to spend less time in his head.
The thought made him smile though.
"Yeah I really shouldn't run around with guns when I'm like that" he laughed softly and shook his head "Ah you've an...issue like that too then I'm guessing, well still I really apreciate it, as tempting as being terrified curled up in the mud sounds I quite like it here, I'm really sorry I made you resort to that" he smiled "Just...you know...kinda freeked"
Salem watched the man soberly a moment the room swaying as a bit of a blur and seemed to twist making him disoriented, he placed a hand on the counter so tightly his white knucles turned whiter but tried to hide the fact, and thought he was doing so abmably
"I'm alright" he smiled nodding "No I'm glad you did, trust me I sooner that any day to being killed or left as I was. I had no idea what I was doing, let me buy you a drink or something later to thank you!" he grinned flashing a heathy pair of fangs

"Oh it's fine, had it been me I would have probably just stalked off." Salem smirked and shook his head "No, I think I'll be alright. Hey chill, I recover quickly" he smiled not sure if Haemish had figured him a vamp and his own mind to clouded to realize Haemish was too
He stepped foreward and hugged Haemish tightly smiling "Really thanks!" he said again, though as he pulled away lost his balance fell a bit on Haemish awkwardly and laughed muttering an apology as he tried to grasp the art of balance again
((Hey no worries, I'm sure this is allot worse to anything you'd write!))

[* Annie - L]

Haemish, taken aback by the sudden wave of arms and getting caught in Salem's arms, stumbled backwards slightly. "Don't worry about it, honestly. Everyone has their fears, right?"[/i] he chuckled light-heartedly. "Speaking of which, this is yours. Careful with it."[/i] he said, grabbing the gun from behind him on the counter top. He was a bit hesitant to hand it over, but covered it up nicely and held the gun out, pointing it away from either of them subtly as he did so. He reached over once more to grab the bullets, which he'd cautiously removed in the forest. Though, he tried his best to not sound controlling or anything when he said 'careful with it'.

It was then that Haemish realised he hadn't drank in forever. "I don't drink,"[/i] he reply curtly, remembering the times he had so many years ago. They nearly led to his first human attacks, and some serious emotional attachments. Since then, Haemish has avoided drinking like the plgaue. It doesn't help that he developed agoraphobia and can't be around more than three people at a time.

Haemish looked at his feet, which shuffled awkwardly under him. He knew there would be some form of shock at his words, and maybe some pressure. But he'd stick to his rules.

[darky]

Salem let go of Haemish and smiled, he was allot smaller then the other man, which wasn't unusual he tended to be smaller then people
"Yeah thanks!" he grinned and took the gun and bullets and in one quick movement reloaded it his fingers clearly skilled with the art of weaponry and flicked it into the pocket of his designer skirt.

Ever since Salem ran off and fell in love he found he'd been a lover of fasion. It tended to unnerve people, not that he cared, just how he happened to be. He spent most of his time stealing his girlfriends dresses or buying her more before they broke up. He looked up at Haemish with a grin in his blue skirt, the t-shirt he was borrowing and over the knee yellow and black stripped socks his make up half way down his face from the storm
"Don't worry, I know how to work it" Salem smirked "I wasn't born yesterday"
"Your a vampire." he noticed then frowed "Look I know your probably older then me or whatever but yeah I'm not going to shoot you again, or by mistake, I build these things for god sake" he smirked

"You don't drink?! Good god man you haven't lived...okey I'm only saying that cause I do like nothing but when I'm bored" he laughed "that and play with guns."

Salem noticed the man look awkward and patted his head "Hey don't worry about it, I know lots of people who go clean, I just like to take the piss out of them, still your probably in a better position then I am cause of it" he grinned and kissed the mans forehead sweetly.
It meant nothing, just one of those things Salem did when people looked awkward
"Well can I make you anythign then or whatever...erm...really I'm not sure how to make up for this" he laughed and hugged Haemish again "I love the house though! Bit outta town for my taste but since you don't drink it must be perfect! must be quite a walk from here to town though or are you not a fan of late night clubbing?"

[* Annie - L]

Haemish was a bit taken aback by the vampire's obnoxious personality, but maintained his shock, keeping it hidden. He continued to watch Salem through his stone walls, peering out over top, basically.

"I don't get out much. I prefer to be alone, really."[/i] he replied curtly, erasing any traces of hints from his fluid voice. He wasnt trying to send any hints, but it was the truth. He was a solitary person. He enjoyed the silence and being alone. Well, not enjoyed it, but taught himself that that was what he wanted, and what he needed. He did not like that he was agoraphobic, that was for sure. Weaknesses and fears made him feel inferior and unimportant, so he tried to get rid of them, but it didnt work. He was a fear magnet. Afraid of people, crowds, allowing anyone close enough to him that if they left he'd be affected...

He drew a deep breath, allowing the air to fill his lungs and relax him. He needed to relax, to calm down. Letting someone into his house was a big step for Haemish, and he was ust trying to get used to seeing another creature there, it didnt seem right after over three hundred years of nothing but him.

"Yeah, I generally make bad choices after I've been drinking. And yes, Vampire. Like you, only I'm three centuries old."[/i] he said, sure that the vampire was much younger. He was 324 years old, to be precise. 324 years of nothing. He'd done nothing memorable after the first twentyfour or some years, after that, he moved to England and did nothign worth anything. Useless. Completely useless. Fear had restrained him from doing anything good. ANything fun.

He sighed, and was caught off guard when the other vampire kissed his forehead. He didnt let himself frown in confusion, but decided it was a friendly gesture. He knew all too well that he was good at hiding every emotion but when he felt awkward. His also knew his eyes would be changing to electric blue because he was nervous, and could almost feel them changing right then.

[darky]

Salem shook his head "I'm sorry, storms send me a bit...insane, really I'm not usually this rude" he said softly and smiled starting to come back to himself a bit, though was still pouring adrenalin
"Really I'm so sorry about all that, thanks so much" he smiled "And I'm sorry for how rude I'm acting, can we start over?" he smiled "I'm Salem, there" he grinned

Salem nodded "Fair enough, I have to say for someone who likes quiet you couldn't possibly have a nicer place for that." he smiled "Makes my place look in adiqute"

"Ouch, yeah I've been there. I know people who've refused to drink ever again from stuff they've done, I'm just a stouborn asshole though, I never stop even when I really should." Salem laughed trying to get the other man to stop looking so damn anxious "Only three centuries, and I was so proud for getting through my first" Salem pouted then laughed smiling happily but could see the other mans nerves from the look in his eyes and took that as almost and invitation to leave, which pretty much burst Salem's bubble. Though there was a possibility that Heamish was another one that drank vampire blood, but Salem doubted that, he'd already be dead if that was the case.
"Look your clearly uncomfortable, I'll leave as soon as the storms over, I'm sorry." he said softly looking away from Heamish, though as guilty as he was starting to feel for Heamish's sake he was in no way about to go trooping out into the storm