PANICattack;; - - |.lufferly alek.]

[trevor linkon]

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"Hey babe, its mom. I really need to talk to you. I know you went on that school trip with all your friends and stuff, but there's a problem, and we really need to talk. I'll be there in a little while. I booked a plane and I'm coming to see you. I won't take no for an answer. Oh! Gotta go, my plane's boarding. See you soon honey!"

This was the message that Trevor received on his voicemail at nine o-clock this morning. It sent his mind and body into a living hell. Ever since he checked his voicemail he's been on a horrible emotional roller coaster that never seems to have an ending. All he keeps thinking about is the sight of his father laying dead on the ground three stories below his bedroom window, blood pooling out from all the openings in his body. His nose, his eyes, his ears and his mouth all dripped that warm crimson liquid. Those dark brown eyes that rolled back into his head, never to be seen again; lifeless. The warm, but dead feeling of his skin beneath Trevor's shaky fingers. It all came back to him, and now he was being faced with it again. He could see the man laying there on the ground with his slightly disfigured body, staring back up at him with those cold brown eyes as he took his last gasping breaths, swearing Trevor to an early, but horribly painful death.
"You little fucking asshole-- I hope you rot in hell for what you've down. You're a fag and it'll never be changed. You're a blemish on god's face, and you'll be removed... I hate you Trevor..." and then the man was gone. His fingers that had curled into fists let loose, and laid back on the ground. It was as if he saved his final breaths just to swear at him. Just to let Trevor know his true feelings. All those years of getting along ended so suddenly and so harshly...

The male's body shook as he had all the lights on, the window open, his cell phone was on extra loud and he was trying to pack ,but as hard as he tried he couldn't get anything to stay in the suitcase. He kept pulling things out because it wasn't important enough to take with him. He had a pile on his bed of stuff that he used to be important to him, but now that his mother was coming he couldn't do it. He just couldn't take any of this stuff because it was gonna weigh him down too much. He was panicking, and couldn't think straight to save his life. He checked his cell phone every ten minutes and did more worrying then he did packing. The male was a wreck. Hell, he wasn't even wearing his usual make up. He was in a plain black shirt and some old ripped jeans. He wore black socks without shoes and he searched the room for more things, but the more he searched the more of a mess he made.

"Where the hell is my fucking wallet?!" he yelled in frustration. He wasn't really talking to anyone, but he couldn't find the stupid thing anywhere! It was usually attached to his pants on that chain, but it wasn't there. Of the very few places it would be, it wasn't there, and he couldn't think of anywhere else that he would have put it. He searched through his clothes again, folding them and sorting them into piles of jeans, boxers, shirts, socks and under shirts. He went through all the clothes on the bed and when he was done they were all sorted neatly into piles but he didn't find a wallet anywhere. He growled to himself and swore under his breath as he looked through another pile of clothes, sorting it as well. He didn't find the wallet in that stack either and now he had ten stacks of clothes, five on his bed and five on the floor in the corner by his bed. He searched the bathroom and all he found was his deodorant, hair gel, spray and detangler, tooth brush, tooth paste, shampoo, conditioner and many styling brushes. He walked out, leaving the light on and pressing his fingers against his skull in a thoughtful, but very angry manner.

He was almost in tears he was so worried, but he forced himself not to stoop to such a low level. He wasn't that scared; well, he was, but he was forcing himself not to cry. What if Alek came in? He wasn't going to let that weakling see him cry. No way! That kid cried enough for the two of them plus a third dude. He wasn't going to cry if his life depended on it. He nearly ripped some of his hair out as he heard his cell phone ring. He dropped to his knees in one swift motion and crawled across the floor to reach under the bed where he’d heard his cell phone ring. His tall figure was stretched across the somewhat messy floor, and his whole top half of his body was shoved under the bed, trying to reach the cell phone that rung in the tune of Experiment in Homicide by Cannibal Corpse.

[alek van saar]

Alek had spent his day wondering around again but he was also just looking at the different people that came in and he was curious to see what type of new people that entered the hotel. Everyone different than the next one and he just liked to look and stare at them. Not in like a stalker manor, but just to observe and study the differences in emotions and just appearance wise really. You could see something like a girl walking in with leg warmers and a mini skirt, and then the next girl was an elderly lady who had a longer version skirt and just almost knee high socks that were an everyday wear. It was weird, but he found himself liking to pass the time by doing that. It was a choice between doing that, or going around to look for Trevor and possibly get the back end of his hand to his face and just punches galore that hurt at first but healed quickly and they didn't last long. That was when he spotted a young lady that seemed to have faint lines on her mouth and yet had young looking eyes and body. Hair full and vibrant.

It reminded him of his mother after the whole death of Demetrie. Or before it when she was pregnant with the baby boy. The lady caught Alek by surprise and he stood there leaning against the wall with wide like eyes that spaced out for a moment as he remembered the last time he saw his mother. The last time he ever saw her. It was very hot that day and she was out in the lawn washing clothes in the bucket and was smiling away as there were ladies all around her doing the same thing. Laundry loads after laundry loads. She seemed very content and stern about doing it since she was sober for once, and she had on her long flowing layers of skirts. Alek had just turned nineteen and was going to say his goodbyes to his mother since he was planning on moving to the 'new world' as an immagrint he guessed. Sophia was like an idol to him, and it wasn't only because it was his mother... it was just how it played to be because she was nice and soft on the inside.

That day he had walked up to his mother and seemed to stand out like a sore thumb because the area was only filled with young girls his age to the elderly. Many girls cooed, and blushed at the cheeks because he was rather good looking for the time, but just because they took alot of thought and attention into seeing a man there. Alek had hugged his soap covered mother and laughed. As much as he and she knew, he was moving over to America where him and his secret girlfriend were going to start a life. Didn't work out that way since his world went into the opposite direction. By now... Veronica was dead for all he knew, and didn't need her memory to get in the way again. He had his feelings for Trevor. The closest to his feeling for her that he was probably going to get in his whole immortal life. It sucked that Trevor was still a human, but he wasn't going to play it and change him. Wouldn't work that easily. Popping out of his flashback, he realized that the lady was gone and he was left to stare at a blank space since people stopped coming in.

And that was strange. Looking around, he got a weird feeling in his pit that something was wrong, and the first word that came into his mind was Trevor! Oh no. Something was majorly wrong, and he fretted as he made his way to the elevator to go to his and Trevor's room.

Rushing out of the elevator as the metal doors came open with a weird noise, and he sorted his way past some people and came to the hotel room door. Pressing his ear to the wooden door, he could hear faint cell phone noises. Shivering, he hated cell phones. Their annoying ring tones and everything so use less just irritated him, but he furrowed his brows. Was Trevor not in there? Sliding in the room key, he opened the door to see clothes packed tightly into a suitcase and he could already feel his heart well up and get big from a sad emotion. Moving his eyes quickly around to survey the room, he let them fall on the weird form of the bottom half of Trevor emmiting from the bottom of the bed. Lurching his head back sort of, he closed the door behind him and took cautious steps towards the younger male. Fearing and trying to find the words to say to him, he tried not to sound so sad. "Trevor?! What are you doing? Where are you going? You're not leaving now, are you?!" He didn't mean for it to come off sort of angry since he knew that'd result into a bad beating possibly. He was willing enough to take it, but once it went too far just once... he'd leave.

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[trevor linkon]

"Oh man-" the words left the male's lips as an exasperated moan. He was so close to the cell phone that his fingers could feel the edge of it's black casing. The demonic ring tone chimed out like it was the most important thing that Trevor would ever hear. Right now though, his mind was only thinking about the cell phone. His eyes, his reach, his very existence depended on answering that cell phone. It's ringing didn't stop and only urged him to try harder. He stretched his fingers out as far as they'd go and still he got no closer to holding the phone within his grasp. He buried his body under the bed, his torso being completely out of sight for the darkness under the bed completely swallowed him whole. His long legs were curled up against the mattresses, as he tried his best to get further under the bed. It wasn't that he was too large to get under there, it was that there wasn't enough room. Between all the clothes on the floor, and himself, along with the metal frame the bed rested on. He just couldn't get far enough under.

The demonic tones of the music stopped for a brief second, and at first Trevor lost all hope. He didn't have the fainest idea of who had called, and that just might have been the most important thing in his life. His arm went limp, dropping against the floor but then it started to ring again. Trevor usually answered his phone within the first second it rang, so he could honestly say that he didn't know how long his phone rang for. When the screaming lyrics of the band were heard again, he perked up a bit and forced his body further underneath the bed. He nearly curled himself up against the wall to get under further. Either way, his fingers stretched out and reached the phone. They curled tightly around the black samsung and held onto it as though his life depended on it. There was no intention of letting go as he let his arm rest against the floor then for a brief moment in time.

Trevor didn't notice the older male walk in. He'd been so wrapped up in the fact that he'd finally been able to reach his cell phone. When the angry voice cut through the silent void in his thoughts, his body jumped. It was a completely involuntary action. He hadn't been scared by the fact that he all of a sudden heard the harsh sounding words, it's just that they had cut through a moment where he wasn't paying attention to the world around him. The words had startled the younger male before he even had time to think about what was said. The top of his skull connected with the bottom of the bed frame and a thud could be heard. It wasn't loud, but easily heard so one could tell he'd hit his head with a good amount of force. He dropped the cell phone to allow his hands the freedom to cup themselves around his head that now pounded from hitting it against the metal from his involuntary jump. His mind was already scrambled enough with the course of todays events, and now he'd just hit it and scrambled his mind even more. He'd dropped his cell phone without a second thought after trying to so hard to get it. The cell phone slid back to the wall, even further out of his reach then it was before. Angry swearing could be heard from under the bed but was slightly muffled.

"Damnit Alek! How do you get off coming in here like that? You scared the shit out of me..." he growled, lyrics were slightly quieted due to the fact that the whole upper half of his body was underneath the bed, but even still that couldn't hide the fact that he was mad. Trevor was feeling a mix of emotions from worry about his mother and himself, to almost a sadness about having to actually leave Alek to save himself. In all honesty he didn't want to leave, but he didn't want to have to face his mother. He didn't want to have to face the reality that most people can't get away with murder, even if it wasn't intended. He didn't want to face reality, he just wanted the problems to just go away. Although the worry tied his stomach into knots, right now, only anger could be clearly picked out from his voice. There was no obvious hints of lust for the older boy, nor hints of worry about his future, just anger and perhaps a bit of annoyance.

He carefully eased his way back out so he didn't look as though the bed was eating him alive. The light in the room caused the male to narrow his dark eyes for a brief second and allow his pupil's to adjust from the darkness under the bed. He ran his fingers though his hair in an agitated manner and carefully pressed against the tender spot on the top of his head. You couldn't really tell that it look much different because his hair was a complete wreck this morning; as were most things about him. He was without make up, hair wasn't styled, his features had lost a lot of the little color they had and he was tense and on edge. This wasn't his day and he didn't need Alek to come in here like that...

[alek van saar]

Alek was on the verge of panicing and flipping out. He wanted to run over there to the packed clothes and pack them up again. Put them back in their proper place of the dresser drawers and the closet where some of the clothes hung. It was something else that was familar to him, something that he didn't tell people off the bat. Like Veronica. Oh, this was how she left him. Maybe in a little bit of a weirder way since at first he had caught her sleeping in bed with some greasy man and then he got over it really because he had the caring heart and forgave people. He thought it wouldn't get worse until he was turned and then when he had to explain the fangs that showed always to her, she freaked. She packed all the things while he went out for a simple everyday task, and when Alek came back she was doing the same thing. It scared him, and he didn't want the second person he let himself like leave him the same way. Trevor couldn't leave. No. What reason did he have to just get up and pack himself and leave him? His head suddenly hurt.

Then, thud! was all he heard from underneath the bed and he mutely winced as he sort of took a step back. The pounding in his own head seemed to slow down and die out quickly since he had more important things to worry about now. Like the fact that Trevor now had a forming bruise on his head, and then the storming words that he could hear coming from underneath the bed. He hadn't a clue as to why he was under there trying to find something. Though, the faint noise of a song being played sort of made him think it was his cell phone. Ew, he hated cell phones because they were completely useless, and the ringtones just annoyed him even more. Even if it was a song he liked as a ringtone, he hated phones period. It just, I guess, 'wasn't his time' even though he lived through all of that. It was just he didn't grow up with that things when he was borned all the way until then. He just lived through it having to move around and around so that people wouldn't get too suspicious that he wasn't aging and all of that stuff.

He couldn't count how many times he had moved in his life after being turned on both his hands... even two times. Just how his life seemed to roll and he had seen many places and met many people and had friends that knew about his secret since it was fairly hard to keep because he always had his fangs showing. And it was a tough bet to say he had his teeth replaced with them and stuff because then it'd be the whole 'who did it? I want them too!' thing, and he didn't need that. This hotel was his last resort and he actually found other vampires here too, so it was all good. Fun actually since he was almost the youngest vampire here besides the one that would actually still be living if he was a human. He thought... he didn't know because he didn't talk to that guy at all. Besides that, he didn't feel all that old being 105 and going on 106 this year, and still looking like a nineteen year old. He felt proud in a weird way about staying so young, but it is only because he was bitten and he really hated the female who turned him because she was trying to use her charms on him and all of that weird stuff. Of course it worked at first before he was turned, but afterwards, he ignored them actually.

Watching as Trevor came out from underneath the bed all in a big mess, but still completely flawless and still perfect without the make-up and styling gel he tilted his head and neck to the side while he stared. "Well, where do you get off just packing your things and obviously leaving? What's happening? What's wrong? Why are you leaving me all of a sudden?" It might have sounded like they were in like some relationship, he didn't mean it like that at all of course. If you wanted to know the type of relationship they had, it was more like a friendship thing that had an abusive side to it. In the complete opposite way too since you would think it'd be the Vampire beating on the human, but it's the other way around only because the Vampire let him beat up on him. Let him use him as some punching bag to help him cool down from his anger. He feared and had a gut clenching feeling that something was so wrong, and that there was something intruding and ruining the slight closeness between Trevor abnd him. Not saying that they had some unbelievably close bond, but there was a bigger gape forcing them away from each other. It felt so sad.

[trevor linkon]

Trevor watched Alek as he watched him. The male's head was tilted slightly as he just seemed to stare in his direction with those eyes... Lips parted slightly to let a breath escape his lungs before he spoke. He heard all the questions that flowed from his lips and there was almost no time to answer in between each question. They all had a somewhat strong tone to them. When he said strong, he meant like close; it sounded almost as though they were breaking up a relationship or something along those lines. However, Trevor knew that they were not doing anything of the sort. Yes, he was attracted to the older male that stood before him, but he'd never vocalized such an opinion. It's probably been made pretty obvious since they first met, but still he'd never actually told Alek how he felt about him... In all honesty, he didn't want to creep his roommate out or give off the wrong feelings. What if... he never saw Alek again and he fell deeper then just a physical attraction? He didn't want that at all. He wanted to feel free and not have to cling to someone or feel as though he was being a bother by clinging. He was a very independent person, and giving your heart away was a combined effort of two people.
"Why are you asking me all these questions? If I want to leave I'm allowed. I don't have to stay here just because I came with my school..." he said rather stubbornly. Trevor didn't really want to have to explain to the other why he was leaving. It was very personal and no one knew-- well. He hadn't thought that anyone knew and now that he knew that his mother did, he had to run away again. He didn't want to face his problems and he'd never actually admit that. All he knew was that it was an accident and no one would believe it since he went through all the trouble to make it seem as though it were a suicide. He'd definitely thought into it a bit and that was already enough cause to make him seem mentally unstable.

He glared at the other male with cold, dark brown eyes. There was no movement, showing that he was worried or anything. He stood with a calm, slightly annoyed disposition, which was quite normal for Trevor. There was always something annoying, and currently in was the gorgeous male that stood only three or four feet away from him. Trevor didn't like it when people asked him a lot of questions because he almost felt as though he were being cornered and forced to answer. Although he hadn't seen much force come from Alek, he still got that feeling underneath his skin. Something in him didn't like a lot of questions and it annoyed him that Alek would put such a move out there. The boy should know by now that Trevor had a very unstable personality... If he hadn't learned by now, there was no hope for him in this world. He remained silent for a long moment, just glaring at Alek and waiting for an acceptable answer. When the male didn't answer, he pulled his eyes to another place in the room and stepped forward.

He pushed past the other, forcefully moving him out of his path. Sure, he could have just gone around Alek, but did that make any sense when you were thinking of Trevor? Hell no. This kid did things his way and if that meant being forceful and showing someone his mood then he would. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Alek and he'd show that more violently if needed. "If you can't even come up with an answer to my single then I don't see why I should answer all your questions..." the words left his lips but there was no room for another word in as he began to speak again. "I have my reasons, and I am not in the mood to deal with your overly dramatic personality. I mean, come one. You made it sound like we were ending a fucking relationship... That's weird."

[alek van saar]

Standing there, Alek knew well that he was taking a big step by asking so many questions but he wasn't thinking that into depth with it. All he had on his mind was that Trevor was leaving him. Sure they were just friends, but he thought of Trevor as a good friend and no one liked for their friends to leave. Especially one that you had developed feelings for! Those feelings were never spoke out loud of course because it seemed like they both feared something that would come out of it. Trevor was probably just scared to have to rely on someone when he was a very independent person. Whereas Alek was sort of a mixture of actually having feelings for the human, and just the idea of commitment. He just didn't want to have to commit to someone by starting a relationship unless he knew that the relationship was going to last. Between him and Trevor he doubted that it'd last long if it was only him who liked the other. I mean, he knew that it was a big possibility that Trevor liked him, but how far he had those feelings he didn't know. And frankly, didn't want to figure out anyway.

And sadly Trevor was correct about the whole leaving thing. He didn't have to stay with the school even though it was required to do, but seriously. Trevor staying somewhere where he didn't want to be was nothing that was going to happen. He'd leave if he really wanted to and had a good reason. So, Alek took it as it was something really personal that has made him have to leave so suddenly. Shrugging lightly as he went quiet since he knew that it was the best thing that he could do at the time since if he tried to say an answer he'd end up sounding sort of like a 'smart alec'. He didn't need to sound like that because he'd get hit upside the head then by Trevor. When Trevor was in this type of mood, it was wise to not say anything to get him in a worse mood, and Alek van Saar had a habit of doing it without meaning to. And as far as his anger issues went, not many other people knew that he could get very violent quickly. He just saved all of his punches and hits to throw at Alek when they were alone. Never fun, but not exactly boring either.

He suddenly got pushed aside when there was clearly enough room to walk around him to where ever it was that he was trying to get to, but he had to prove to Alek that he was mad. Furious even. It was already evident enough by his tone of voice and how he was speaking, but when he said the whole thing that Alek was previously thinking, it made something in his head go 'pop'. Relationship? No, he didn't mean for it to come out like that, but it was already too late since that was what it sounded like to Trevor. An opinion by Trevor was never easily changed since it stuck like super glue to his head and he was so freaking 'hard headed' with things. Maybe that was why he got angry so easily, or maybe it was just because he had emotional issues or he was just Bipolar like Alek himself. Though, if that was the case he wouldn't feel just mainly anger all the time when his moods switched over like a button. So that was why they had those 'DO NOT PRESS THE RED BUTTON' signs. You press that red button and the guy flips out on you like a wild fire in a dry forest. Burns to a crisp within a few seconds or minutes even.

Sort of walking away from Trevor, and standing near the edge of the bed to feel the barely open window's breeze flutter behind him on his neck. He looked back over and turned on his heel to face Trevor. Okay, maybe now for once he wasn't breaking out in tears so easily, but instead he was getting mad. "A fucking relationship? Well, maybe if you hadn't caught me off guard all of a sudden with packing your damn things, then I wouldn't be all rushed and stuff. And my intentions were far from trying to make it sound like some relationship break up." He shook his head at his friend. Alek's own voice was sort of rising into an angrier tone as he sucked in a breath of air and looked at an angle at the wall as if it had something there that would calm him down from being so inraged about this whole thing. It was like a stab in the heart to hear Trevor call it 'weird' and stuff, and really a stab in the heart for the 105 year old vampire would be completely fatal and he'd be dead. Horrid thought. "You're the weird one, but okay. Keep your answers to yourself then," He shrugged.

[trevor linkon]

Trevor's dark brown eyes didn't soften as Alek turned on his heels to face him. They still held that deep, cold look within them as he glared at the male who now stood over by the edge of the bed and the open window. For once the male didn't appear as if he were going to burst into tears but had a slightly angered look showing on his flawless features. This was a feeling that Trevor knew quite well, for he felt it very often, but only for himself and not others. Alek didn't get angry as often as he cried, and for a Trevor that hadn't been a real problem. He could deal with tears because they didn't fight back, only flowed the more he was yelled at and/or hit. Anger did in most cases, so he glared silently at the male, waiting for something to be said. He crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his brow slightly, just waiting to hear some words pour from those lips.

"What was to be caught off guard about? You should know me a little bit by now, shouldn'cha? We've been in this god damn room together for how many days now? Too long?" his words were extremely calm as they slipped from his lips, but still held a snappy tone which showed he was anything but calm at this moment in time. He loved being in this room with Alek no matter what words came from his lips in this unstable moment, but he wasn't going to admit it to him right now because he wasn't going to get all emotional, or at least he didn't have any plans to. That was his stubbornness kicking in. Why should he tell that guy something about his feelings in a moment like this when he could just hit the male upside the head and get him to go away? Really, he kind of liked arguing and it was better then fretting when he was lonely. Every time he talked to Alek, or was even close to Alek he felt that feeling in the pit of his stomach that just tied it into knots. He wasn't going to say that either though... Alek didn't need to know about all of those feelings deep within him right now. Trevor wasn't in the mood to get all emotional, hell, he'd almost been in tears earlier he was so worried about his mom needing to speak with him...

"Holy fuck..." Trevor moaned softly as the thought ran through his head again, the deadly thought that he'd nearly forgot about because he was being questioned by his roommate. His mother had called him and said that speaking to him was important... This statement worried him a lot because of the events that he knew took place only weeks before he ran here. This hotel had been, for a lack of better words, a sanctuary. It was the only place he had to go and lucky for him, his school decided to even go on this kind of trip. Usually they didn't do stuff like this, so it was like someone above was helping him, even though he'd been horribly bad in his opinion. He hadn't had anywhere else to go, and he definitely wasn't stay home to take the punishment that he knew would someday catch up to him. This place hadn't turned out to be that bad, but now he had to leave the one place he knew to be safe.
He forced his fingers into his hair and yanked his right hand away pretty quickly as he felt the very sensitive bruise that had formed a nice lump on his head. He carefully touched it again just to make sure it was really there, and kept his left hand tangled within the thick, and very messy black locks of hair as he pulled his right hand away again. The lump on his head hurt like hell, and was extremely sensitive so he took note that it was there and carefully walked back across the room, his sock covered feet making no noise as his eyes remained on Alek as he was called the weird one. A soft, but unruffled sarcastic laugh left his lips as he turned his eyes away.

He didn't find it to be an insult that Alek called him the weird because he was perfectly fine with being the weird one of the two. He just blew it off and acted as though Alek hadn't even spoken. "Did you have something to say? Or was I hearing things?" he asked, eyes turning back to gaze at the male. There was coldness within them, as the smirk left his features completely to give the other male a very blank stare. He wasn't bothered by the fact that the other male was angry with him for not answering any of the questions thrown at him earlier. He was confident that he still held the upper hand when it came to these two and his temper. Now however, he had cooled off a bit, but nervousness still tore apart his insides as he began searching for his wallet again.

[alek van saar]

Alek knew that his words would either be taken in deeply by Trevor, or just simply brushed off his shoulder and completely ignored because he didn't feel like it was a good enough comment. Alek van Saar wasn't a very mean person, so when it did come to yelling at someone he tended to fail terribly at. He wasn't a fighter, more like a peace maker or a crier since he cries very easily and isn't afraid to admit it to his closest of friends of course. His heart hurt by the fact that he was saying these angry things to Trevor, and the poor quality that they seemed to be. He didn't know whether to be sad by the fact his words weren't effecting Trevor Linkon or the fact that he was saying these things in the first place. It was very confusing, but he had to push it away so that he could get down to figure out why he was leaving and the way to convince him to stay.

"Well, yeah I know you because of the past few days, but the last thing that I saw coming was me finding you packing all your things and leaving? I'd say that caught me off guard, even though I do agree that it'd be something to expect out of someone like you," Alek rolled his eyes and sort of looked away. Not because Trevor had looked away also, but it sort of helped since he didn't want be stared at. Now he just wanted to just shut up and stay quiet as he watched Trevor leave, but he wasn't able to control his vocals that good to prevent himself from saying all of these things. He knew that he'd be able to keep the whole feelings out of the stretch since this was an argument, not a fight about someone's emotions or something.

Groaning, Alek shifted his weight onto his right foot that was closer to the bed as he looked back at Trevor. The cold eyes were a common thing to see, and in a sort of sadistic way, Alek liked them and found them intriguing. No longer that much of something in a form of intimidation. At the begining it was really scarey since the beating was a little sudden for him, and he didn't like it, but kept his complaining to himself since he tried his hardest to look for a better side of it. A better side wasn't visible since Trevor was way more bipolar than him, and just had too much built up anger inside of him that he loved to take out on the poor 105 year old (124 if you count his years being a human) Alek van Saar. There wasn't love scented anywhere between the two, but still their friendship seemed to be extremely close when Trevor wasn't mad. Those were the best parts, but the hitting was kind of okay since he got closer to Trevor in a weird way. Watching as Trevor started back up with looking for whatever was on his mind, Alek just stood there.

"Unless you're deaf, I guess I didn't say anything." Alek felt a little defeated as he said that, but didn't think much on it as he stood there in a semi-dull and non-alert stance. "But because I did say something, looks like your just some deaf kid," He shrugged.

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[trevor linkon]

"Someone like me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" the young male asked as he turned to face Alek again. This time actually acknowledging the words that slipped from his roommate's mouth in a firmer voice. He didn't have that soft, vulnerable sound to him anymore and Trevor kind of liked that. Yes, he liked having the upper hand and knowing he had the upper hand, but he was interested by the fact that Alek wasn't a complete wuss. Of course, if he dared step further and try something stupid like trying to take away his control then Trevor would be disappointed and extremely angered, but for now he was just interested. By the way, what the hell did he mean by that? What did he mean when he said '...someone like you.’? Trevor didn't get it, and didn't know whether it should be considered an insult or not. Either way, he glared at the male, waiting for an answer. Hands rested on his hips in a feminine manner and he didn't allow his gaze to falter as he expected an answer, and quick. He wasn't in the mood, nor did he have time to wait for someone who was deciding to be slow.

Somehow, physical pan can bond people. Although the two males are pretty close when Trevor is in a good mood, he would have to admit to feeling the closest when he was taking his anger out on the other. He had so much anger built up within his body that he didn't know what to do with it. All this time of hiding his feelings and just keeping too many bad secrets had a poor affect on him and he didn't know what to do with his anger. You could almost call Trevor a sadist, for he was thrilled by the fact that he was so easily able to just beat up Alek. It wasn't really a sexual gratification though. He was simply pleased by the power he felt over Alek when he could so easily beat the man. His sexual feelings toward Alek were hidden a bit deeper within himself, but were quite a strong attraction. Either way, that was kept hidden because that's not what he wanted to bring up right now. Maybe, if they got into a physical fight he could pin Alek against the wall or something, but that was for another time. He still stood with his hands on his hips and waited for an answer.

Trevor just simply rolled his eyes at Alek's comment about him being deaf. That was a stupid come back, but then again it was like Alek usually practiced insulting people. He was a peaceful guy, not extremely angry and violent like Trevor was on a normal basis. "No, I'm not deaf.... I just have very selective hearing, and so happens I don't hear stupid stuff..." he retorted sharply, his brown eyes watching Alek closely as he waited for something else to come through those lips. So far, nothing really good was coming out of them. Slowly but surely they were easing their way into getting him to calm down a bit; whether or not that was the goal, it was happening because his curiosity and interest in the side of Alek that he saw was growing. He was angry still, but was curious as to what Alek would say next, so instead of being violent, he was just insulting the other male.

[alek van saar]

Rolling his eyes at Trevor, he lamely nodded his head at the other male as if he was stupid for not getting the answer from the question. Though, Alek could understand why he asked that because that word phrazing could be taken in either a good way or a bad way, and obviously Trevor wasn't thinking too highly of himself to just take as a compliment anyway and ignoring it, no, instead he had to say something about it. It made Alek feel a bit better now knowing that he had said something again to get the other boy's attention. He didn't feel 'in power' so to speak, but he did feel better and that was sort of all that mattered. Trevor Linkon wasn't the best role model, and by the way he kept acting towards Alek, the vampire was bound to try and pick up the tactics in his own sort of 'illnesses'. He already felt like he was by arguing back like this when typically he probably would have just broken down in tears and try to form sentences between each sob. But not today since it seemed to have something different thickening the air around them. It was strange.

Taking a big step in continuing to ask more questions when Trevor already had made it clear that he hated being asked alot of questions, but Alek had to be stubborn and try again because he hated to have someone leave without them giving a good reason as to why they needed to. It was just how he was because if he knew he'd probably be helping Trevor leave, but in Trevor's mind it was different so he knew he wasn't going to get far no matter how close they most likely became. "What are you looking for anyway? Looks like you already have everything. And I still don't understand why the fuck you're leaving here all of a sudden. What's the worst thing that could be happening or has happened? Hrm?" He just rambled in a mixture of a few questions and just sentences that could sort of be questions and were bound to tick Trevor off more than Alek probably did when he came in the room. Plus the knot now on his head, and he wanted to laugh, but knew that that'd be even more worse because there was no telling the distances to violence that Trevor would go. But it didn't stop Alek from talking back.

Alek knew that his come-back was horrid, but he said it anyway because he honestly didn't care. He didn't care much on what he did since he had years and years ahead of him to make it up. That was a bit of an advantage to being immortal. Sighing, he took a step back and away from Trevor as if he was a dog with his tail between his legs, when really he didn't in even figuratively speaking. He wasn't trying to be all weak and on the verge of tears even though the tears seemed to burn behind his eyes since they were ready to explode. "Not the first time I've heard that. So you're saying that pretty much fifty percent of the things I say is stupid? Pfft, you're stupid," Alek tried to say that under his breath as he now wanted to put his tail between his legs at calling Trevor stupid. Maybe not the most insulting since when he called him 'weird' it didn't effect him because it was true. This on the other hand was sort of true to Alek.

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[trevor linkon]

His deep, dark brown eyes gazed at Alek as he simply nodded and rolled his eyes at Trevor. There was no voice to explain what he meant when he said '...someone like you...’ He wasn't in the mood to take that one as a compliment only because he didn't understand what it was supposed to mean. His mind and thoughts were more unorganized then they have ever been before. He's usually a quick person and thinks things through, knowing both the good and the bad consequences of his actions; then usually he doesn't care. Right now though, he couldn't think straight. Horrid thoughts of his mother coming to the hotel were running through his mind. Fear dug its fingers into his flesh and held tight to him as the thought of facing punishment scared the shit out of him. Sickness; the fact that he'd actually killed that man... the reality of it was now here and he felt as though he were going to die from the horrible feeling of his stomach being tied into knots. Finally, what was a good mix of feelings without pain? The pain in his head and the pain he felt for having to leave Alek were all real.
He didn't want to leave the man that he could actually call a friend. Alek had been nice to him when all he'd ever done was scream and hit Alek, very rarely was he nice to the other. Alek didn't seem to feel bothered by that fact, and always came back to talk to him and be friends with him. Now, even as he was threatening to leave the male pushed further to try and figure out why, as if he wanted Trevor to stay. The feelings of happiness swelled within Trevor's cold heart, but they weren't strong enough to block out the anger, frustration, fear and pain. Those emotions were too strong in him to be hidden, and of course even some of those were hidden by others.

"Shut up--" Trevor said forcefully as he shoved Alek back against the wall right in front of the window. He could feel the chilly breeze coming from outside, and that did little to make him move away from Alek. He just held the man against the wall. "Just fucking shut up right now. If I want to leave, I don't have to tell you why..." he said, fingers wrapped tightly around the material in Alek's shirt as he held the male back against the wall with no intention of letting him free. Trevor's muscles were tense and his eyes had a slightly different look to them. Panic and an obvious fear. Instead of just being cold and heartless as they were filled with rage, fear could be seen in them. Questions made him feel as though he was being backed into a corner and he wouldn't be able to get back out. He knew what it felt like to be backed into a corner, and he didn't like it. He didn't want anyone to have that kind of a power over him, and he wasn't going to allow it. He didn't want anyone to know what he did, and when Alek questioned him, he was digging deeper into Trevor's emotional soul... Trevor didn't like that. He didn't want anyone digging into his emotions unless he allowed it, and no one was allowed to be so controlling over him. Letting someone know his feelings was just begging to be hurt and controlled.

Alek should have taken that feeling and run with it. Run with his tail between his legs and get as far away as possible. Being called stupid and weird was something he'd heard from his father many times as the man beat him for finding him with another man. His father found that weird and he called Trevor stupid because he couldn't get a girl. He hadn't been bothered by it when his father called him that because the man was drunk and couldn't control himself-- but Alek. The one person that although withstood Trevor's rages and didn't fight back, was the one man that Trevor had thought was his friend through and through. Now, the man dared to call him stupid and that hurt a bit because there was truth behind those words. The tone had sounded just right and crawled within Trevor's skin and freaked him out a bit. Call it vain; but he'd thought Alek liked him. Now, the truth in those words hurt.
Fingers tightened around the fabric of the man's shirt, and dark, fearful eyes gazed at Alek's features. No words were said as anger took them over again, hiding the fear and sadness completely as a hard shove pushed Alek out the window. Trevor held onto him still for only a moment, letting the male half hang out the window to just feel how high up he was for that moment. Then, a small almost regretful frown curled Trevor's lips. He blinked slowly, shielding his eyes from the world and then showing those soulless eyes once more. There was nothing to be seen within them, just the cold black abyss at the center of those brown eyes. The empty center that thought he had a friend, but now had thoughts against it. Carefully he uncurled his fingers, releasing the fabric from his hands and pulled them away, letting Alek fall out the window and out of sight.

[alek van saar]

It was now at the last minute that it was visible in his eyes and by his body language that his tail was between his legs, but now it was too late. Far too late for him to take back calling Trevor stupid. He didn't really think the boy was, it was just the first thing that came to his mind. And by the looks of it it really got to Trevor and hurt him since the next thing that he noticed behind his irises and deep with his pupils was fear. Actual fear, and then he blinked a solid time and it was gone. That was when Alek noticed and realized that he was pushed up against the wall beside the window tightly and he glanced down at the hands fisting up gathered fabric in the balled up hands. Looking back up he wanted to just lower himself down to the ground and just get in a ball and cry. Just letting Trevor leave, but now, he probably led the boy to believe that he really wasn't his friend when really he was... dare he say it? In love with the boy? Yes, he'd admit to it sometimes in his mind, and right now he did.

Then he was leaning out of the window and he wasn't doing anything to pull out from it. If he really did want to though, he would have easily snapped Trevor's hand in half and got out of the way, but he didn't since his mind was being slow and he couldn't focus clearly on something and when he tried to focus on one thing it was more like a late reaction and something else was happening before he could get out of it. Because now he felt himself staggering over the ledge of the window sill and tumbling down the fall from the fifth story window. He didn't scream. Nothing in fact came out of Alek's mouth as he just felt his rather limp body just fall down. And that's when he noticed it in slow motion that there were a few shards of glass falling with him. Where they had came from he couldn't pin point if he had broken big shards when he fell from the window. It was all really slow, and he realized he was falling but still kept quiet so that Trevor wouldn't enjoy the satisfying feeling of hearing him scream. He didn't have anything to scream for since he wasn't going to die unless one of the shards stab him or land on him in the wrong place.

A cold liquid matted his hair together, and then there was a sort of loud groan escaping his lips. All that could be heard when his rather limp body hit the grass below was the shattering of glass and it cracking beneath a hard body, the sickening crack of bones breaking, a even worse sounding thud of a body hitting the ground, and then a blood curdling scream. At first Alek thought it was his own, but then he realized that some girl had been walking by and was frozen in place at the bloody sight. A huge puddle of blood massed around and underneath his body. Any human would be dead in an instant but he felt the pain and it hurt like hell. Though, he knew they'd heal up once he pulled the glass from his body. His eyes were staring blankly up at the sky as he could see from the corner of his eyes the window he had fallen out of. And then the bloody shard of clear glass that came up through his chest. Right between his ribs and right beside his heart; nearly piercing it through. Instead of getting up quickly, he just laid there not moving. Hoping that this was just a nightmare.

That he'd be waking up any minute and would awake to be in the hotel room with Trevor sleeping in the other bed in the room. Anything.

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[trevor linkon]

Trevor stayed close to the window, and let the pale fingers of his right hand press against the window sill, while the pale fingers of his left hand slowly traced over the shards of broken glass that remained in the window. The ones that hadn't fallen to the ground with Alek. He pulled his fingers away as the glass cut him slightly, and made his finger tips bleed. He curled them into a fist once more, and let his eyes watch the sight of the male's body falling to the ground.
The fall seemed as though it took forever; the longest fall that he'd ever watched. The man's body fell to the ground, along with several shards of glass and landing with a heavy thud that indicated the lengthy fall from the fifth story window. He was a bloody mess, and would have died if he were anything less then immortal. That sort of fall slowly killed a man from a third story; anything else was certain death for a human. No screams came from Alek as he fell, and even when he hit the ground, he was still very quiet. From where Trevor was the moan wasn't even heard, but he knew better then to think the other was dead...

Deep brown eyes that had once been stricken with fear were oddly calm as they stared at the body from the fifth story window. He didn't move from his spot as he just stared at the male, waiting for him to move. He didn't feel anything in this moment; no anger that he'd been called stupid, no fear of the fact that he'd killed Alek, no worry that anyone had seen, and no guilt at the fact that he'd hurt his friend severely. He just stood in silence, those deep brown eyes gazing at Alek with an emotionless glare. He could feel his heart pounding within his chest; almost an excited beat could be heart from it.
bu bum, bu bum, bu bum
The beats came quickly, but there was nothing else about him which signaled such a feeling. His eyes were glazed with calmness, his features were masked with an emotionless look, and his hands remained still; one hand clenched to hide the bleeding fingers and the other pressed against the window sill to keep himself from leaning out the window to shout at Alek.

He had the urge to just laugh at him. Laugh at the other for being stupid enough to call Trevor stupid. No one did that to him. Especially people that he thought were his friends. He'd thought Alek was his friend but ten he went and did such a thing. Trevor felt hurt by it, but he shut his eyes and took a silent breath. Letting the air be dragged into his lungs and then forced out. He opened his eyes once more, and a small smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth.
"Time for a smoke..." he murmured to himself as a step was taken away from the window before the female that had screamed could see him. He disappeared from sight and dropped to his knees beside his suitcase. He unzipped it, and clothes fell out; showing that it had been over packed. He unzipped a smaller pocket to remove a black and gold lighter as well as a pack of light cigarettes. He tapped the unopened package on his palm before opening it and removing a cigarette. He let the 'cancer stick' hang loosely between his lips as he flipped open the top of the lighter and let the flame lick the tip of the cigarette. He closed the lighter, tossed it back into his suitcase and inhaled deeply, taking the toxins into his lungs. He pulled the cigarette from his lips to hold it between his middle and index finger as he made his way to the door. A very slow left hand reached out to open it, and the blood was still seen on his skin, and left a little on the door handle as he made his way into the elevator and to the first floor.

[alek van saar]

Alek laid there and could feel the unseen eyes of Trevor staring at him. How-? Why- Why did he do that? Just because he had called him stupid didn't give him the right to just push Alek out of the window like that. If Alek van Saar had been a human, he would have been dead. Then what would Trevor feel? Glee? Happiness beyond anything? A weird feeling in his gut that signified that he had done something like this and got away with it with no one seeing who had done it? Or maybe, just maybe, he felt guilt about it and wanted to help him. No, he would never feel that way about pushing someone like him out the window. And he didn't seem to have remorse since he saw that expression. It was of some heartless boy that didn't give a fuck about it and did enjoy pushing him out the window. It hurt him even more than Trevor probably thought it would. Trevor was too busy thinking that Alek wasn't his friend, when really he was and he was being a friend trying to figure out what was wrong. It was just the wrong word slipped out when it wasn't suppose to. And now he was on the ground, in his own blood, and hearing the girl scream. The dronning noise seemed to hurt his ears, and he just sat up like it was nothing. His head was killing him.

Lifting up his chest carefully, he looked at the blood splattered piece of glass. Gross, it wasn't probably sanitary, and it looked disgusted either way. Now it was lodged through his chest, and it was still bleeding. Coughing, blood emitted from his throat, and smeared over his fangs like he had just took his feeding, and it poured like a river with small rivulets in some places as it dripped down the edge of his chin. Dripping into the grass that had a few specks of dew still on it even this late in the after noon. Or maybe it was just the water from when they watered the grass. He didn't know. He let his hand grab ahold of the shard of glass that was huge, and eased it out of his chest like it was nothing, but it still stung badly. Immediately after he pulled the glass out of his chest, it healed up and so did all of the other bits of wounds since they weren't so severe. The glass falling out, and he stood up as soon as he heard his own bones grow back into place with a loud 'crackling' noise. Standing up, he looked around and popped his neck like he was some zombie awakening from the grave, and the girl seemed to scream once more and was shaking now before collapsing to the ground unconcious.

Alek's clothes were completely drenched in clothes. He already wore an off coloured shirt, and now it was stained badly with blotches of blood and it looked like he had just committed a murder. He didn't worry about freaking other people out in the hotel since they were probably use to it by now. He had blood dripping down the back of his neck, and it just- to put it in more simple terms was that he was just soaked in blood, and he was more then anything going to have a scar on his chest now. Alek looked like shit, and he looked like a zombie and he had holes in his jeans now. Blood drenching the fabric threads that showed, and he walked to the front of the building. That was the final straw for him. Trevor... he... he was just someone that stayed at the hotel. A human that Alek introduced himself to, but eventually left behind when he moved around again. And he wasn't going to talk to Trevor; Alek didn't find that he needed to since the boy was so content with leaving, so he didn't need to say anything to the boy. He says he's going to leave, and then pushes him out the window. Trevor was just... he just... took it way too far. Sighing, he let the automatic doors open before him and he walked through the doors. A very faint limp evident in his walk because his wounds didn't heal that quickly, and he walked through the lobby to the elevators.

As he waited for one, Trevor walked out of it with a lit cigarette in his mouth. He didn't seem at all affected. Not moving, Alek turned on his heel and went into the elevator across the hall that someone just left. Going into the elevator, he just stood in the center of the it and pressed the '5' button on the side panel. His eyes looked up at Trevor, and there was something new. Something that told Trevor without speaking that he wasn't going to talk. And by walking off and using a different elevator as if Trevor had a disease was a big enough sign in his opinion.

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[trevor linkon]

A disease? Is that what you call it? It must be something horrible then; for his grandfather had given it to Trevor's father, and that horrid man had given it to Trevor. Their bloodline was affected by this so called 'disease' and it wasn't something that someone could cure with a heavy dose of medication. This was something deeper within the male's body that had affected him from a very early age. One might even be able to think of it as more of a flaw then a disease. He kept his emotions buried within himself and when they were shown clearly, someone got hurt. Alek had experienced his emotions before, but never with such a dramatic and violent outcome. Usually punches were thrown and angry insults were heard, but never before had Trevor done something like this. Well, never before had he hurt Alek like this. He was here because he killed a man, he was hiding here because he'd killed a man.

Dark eyes caught sight of the other male, and he stopped dead in his tracks as he was avoided completely by the other male. Alek limped over into the other elevator, and his dark eyes fell down over his features. Examining the blood soaked fabric that was now torn up and shabby looking. Te eyes ran over his torso, noting the hole where glass had cut deeply into his chest. There was blood surrounding it, but it didn't bleed any longer. It had healed itself mostly within the minute that he'd been standing.
Then those eyes that belonged to the male in the elevator were caught by Trevor's dark brown ones, and they told him that he wasn't going to speak with Trevor. That pulled an amused smile upon the younger boy's features. It was a smile that one might see when he was laughing. It was wide and somewhat friendly looking, but then again it held an evil to it that could burn a pure soul. He wasn't happy by the fact that Alek intended on ignoring him, it pissed him off deep down because he didn't like to be ignored. Though, his smile showed that he knew that wasn't going to last long at all. Somehow he knew that Alek wouldn't hold that promise, no matter how hard he tried. He'd have to speak sometime, Trevor was sure of this.

The male leaned up against a wall, and inhaled the smoke again, then removed the cigarette from his mouth and held the smoke in his lungs before letting it escape in a few smoke rings. He forced the rest out of his lungs by exhaling it and still held that smile upon his features. His left middle and index fingers held the cigarette, even though they were a bit sore from being cut by the glass of the window. He tapped the stick with his thumb to allow to ashes to drop to the floor and carefully placed the end back in between his lips as his eyes never left the figure that stood in the elevator. The strong steel doors separated the two and Alek was hidden from Trevor's cold gaze.

With that, Trevor was off. He took the stairs two and sometimes three at a time. He gripped tightly to the hand rails and tucked himself into them, making sharp turns on the stairs as to not waist anytime in racing Alek to the fifth floor. He had a slight thought that he might loose, but he gave it his best shot and forced himself to stretch and take three stairs at a time for his last two flights he traveled up.
No one would ever be able to understand how Trevor worked unless they got a chance to really dig into his and find out about how he ticks. If someone could keep him calm enough, they could figure out what made him tick the way he does, they could find out what made him so different compared to the people in society that are considered normal. That was a pretty rare thing to ever happen though, keeping him calm enough to ask him questions. Maybe try it sometime when he's smashed, and then you'll get answers with more ease, but less accuracy.
He reached the top of the stairs and forced himself to stay standing. A heavy sigh escaped his lungs as he removed the cigarette from his lips and coughed violently before replacing it and leaning himself up against the corner in the hallway. He was only two doors down from the 543rd door, and just stood there quietly. Arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the wall with his brown eyes gazing at the elevator. He could see the lights signaling that the door would open soon.