Sanguinary Desires - C2 P4Sanguinary Desires - C2 P4 by RageBetweenTheSheets
Alexi found himself thinking of his life before he was turned which was someplace he didn't allow himself to go often. He remembered the day he had gotten the news that his parents were killed in a fire. Nikolai, his younger brother and he had been out riding, their stallions doing their best to show each other up. Mother and father had been vacationing at their retreat just outside of Moscow while he and Nikolai kept watch over the palace in St. Petersburg. The voice on the other end of the phone was cool and calm. They explained his parents had been killed and wanted to know what to do with the bodies. Alexi was numb. He knew immediately that it was retaliation from the mob for when he had murdered the three men that shamed his cousin, Dmitry. It was unforgivable. When the elder brother had informed the younger one of their parents' fate, he had looked into Alexi's eyes with such hurt and hate. He vowed then never to see him again and left that night, never telling his older brother
At last, a peek at what I've been working so hard on. This is still in rough form, but I felt you had waited long enough. Thank you for your patience. I apologize for posting something not completely refined yet. I'm so self-conscious about it. Be gentle with me, friends. I hope you enjoy.
The first six years of Finn’s life were, for the most part, wonderful. His mother, Eileen, was a beautiful and adoring woman whose only goal in life was to make him feel adored; and he did. She had given him the name ‘Kael’ for two reasons: one, as a reminder that she would always be faithful in her devotion to him; two, in hopes he would have that characteristic in himself one day. It was something she valued even though she knew the dangers that came with it. Even though he was young, one of his favorite memories of his mum was how she would keep a nightlight on for him every night, because she knew how frightened he was of the dark. It was a small, but caring gesture that was not lost even on a young boy. Another fond memory was how she would cradle him in her arms during storms and sing Gaelic lullabies softly in hopes of calming his anxiety. It was not all easy going for them, however. Her parents were cruel and never tried to hide the fact that they hated that she had a child out of wedlock. The father’s name had never been revealed and would die with Eileen.
They were very strict in their religious beliefs, so when their daughter became pregnant it brought them great shame and with that a growing hatred for the babe growing in her belly. He was not tolerated at the table with them, which was a blessing more than a curse, because they spent the entirety of it berating Eileen and reminding her of how her life was now as worthless as she was. Even though their words wounded her deeply, she never let on to Finn that she was falling apart. Their favorite place to visit was Ballygally Castle. She would walk the castle with her blond headed boy, filling his head with stories of knights and dragons. It was their escape from the hell her parents had created for them at home. When it was just she and Finn, Eileen was happy. She wished his father had kept his promise to take her away on the ship he worked on, but she was just a girl of 16 when Finn was born.
One morning when Finn was just six years old, she stole him away from school and the horrors of their home-life. More than anything she wanted to run away with him and leave the pain behind. All she needed was him, nobody else mattered. Had her parents known she kept him out of school for the day, they would have had both their heads. She did not care because by this point she was doing all she could to keep her head above the water. If she did not get away with him, Eileen knew she would never make it. So they left. As they boarded a train to take them to the ferry that would deliver them to Scotland and a whole new life. She had no idea how they would survive on the little she had scraped together, but it had to work. Finn couldn’t help but notice the way she kept looking behind them as if she thought they were being followed. Each time he asked her if everything was okay, she simply smiled and nodded saying, “Aye, a thaisce (my treasure). No worries for you.” She held his hand tightly as if she was afraid to let it go. “Mam, where are we going?” Finn questioned, knowing deep within him that something was wrong. She leaned down, kissed the top of his head and then walked with him to a stand that sold sweets. “Here, Finn. What would you like while we wait, love?” She asked, pressing a cool sterling pound coin into the palm of his small hand. Tentatively he reached forward to pick up a bar of chocolate, his favorite, anticipating how lovely the rich confection would feel as it melted on his tongue. With a smile he handed the silver piece to the pretty young woman manning the stand.
Eileen sat with him on a bench as he ate his candy, anxiously checking her watch every few minutes. She could not fight the feeling their time together was growing short, so she pulled the perplexed lad into her lap. “Listen to me, my darling. We are running from Gran and your Grandfather. In Scotland we will be free, do you understand? It will just be us and we will be so happy. Would you like that, my love?”
Being six, he did not know how to process all his mam was saying to him, but he nodded, seeing she had more to say.
“I love you with all of my heart, Finn. You’re everything I could ever need to make me happy and you do.. so much. I will always love you no matter what and I will always be with you no matter where life’s road may take you,” she said, trying not to cry. Whenever she spoke of her love for her son, she got choked up. He looked frightened now, so she smiled widely and took his hand. “They have castles for us to explore in Scotland - ones you have never seen. Do you think we will spot any dragons?” The change in her demeanor set Finn’s mind at ease. They sat happily chatting about the different kinds of dragons they could see, completely forgetting their worries. Only five minutes remained and it appeared they would make a clean break from the turmoil that had been dragging them down for so many years. Finn rested his head in his mother’s lap as she toyed with his hair. She often did this to soothe him during storms or any time he was afraid.
Hi there! James aka Alexi aka Rage here. Welcome to my crappy bio. As usual I have no idea what to say. –scratches head- Justin and I are the evil geniuses behind Sanguinary Desires as well as several groups. You know, after reading his bio, I don’t feel like I do anything. Lol. I write and sometimes I make fractals when I am procrastinating finishing a chapter or part. Typically, I am very easily distracted. Like right now, I am supposed to be finishing part of a story and I am writing a bio instead. How desperate is that? Whoa..got sidetracked. See? Oh, and I also write Britin fan fic; although not as much as I’d like to. I have also been told I can be quite the emote whore.
I am going to get serious for a moment. I think the thing I am most proud of on this profile, besides having my best friend AkaSunshine here with me, is Sanguinary Desires. We started this as role play several years ago and then began writing it as a novel. It means so much to me, because it not only follows the story of Alexi and Finn, but of our friendship and how it has grown over the years. I remember when I first met Finn as another character and how I was immediately struck by his gentle spirit. It was such a cool thing to find out the man behind Finn was even better. I am so proud to have him as my best friend and as my writing partner for the series. I have to laugh, you guys, because when I get started talking about either Justin or the series I tend to go into hyper sentimental mode, and I KNOW he is reading this just shaking his head. This, what you are reading right now is the toned down version to what I had originally written. I do have to say, however, he saved me just like Finn saved Alexi. Well, maybe not in exactly the same way. Anyhow, I hope when you read the series that you can tell how much we pour into it.