Alec smiled reminiscing the nights he tended to Asher. Though the gash that ran across his stomach never ceased to stop bleeding or heal. A constant wound, the reminder of that night. When Asher woke up, Alec explained that he was attacked and that he had brought him here. Alec recalled the look on Asher’s face, as he tried to imagine being carried like a maiden by a man. He could see that the young Asher was trying to wrap his head around the fact the world wasn’t what it seemed. His crooked fanged grin spread across his face as his eyes glistened in the darkness.
“Oh Ash…what have we gotten ourselves into?” Alec muttered to himself, still smiling. Alec sat in the chaise lounge by the window watching the sun rise higher and higher in the sky. The clouds were breaking up the dismal atmosphere over the city. The golden rays of the sun gave colour to the monochromatic scene, it was a nice change. The sun felt nice against Alec’s skin, despite the old myths of vampires. He did not burn in sunlight like his ancestors would have, crosses did not affect him clearly. Alec adjusted the cross he wore on his neck, a bit of irony since he did not believe he actually had a soul. Yet, here he was, trying to save an innocent man’s soul from eternal damnation. That would be the headliner of the century, “Vampire saves human’s soul out of the kindness of his own heart?” Alec chuckled, “Ya, that would be right. Though none would believe it. We are monsters to the human race.” The smile was plastered to his face as he remembered Asher’s shocked but annoyed face when Alec revealed he was a vampire.
“Really? First reapers, now I gotta deal with a blood sucking vampire? My life keeps getting better and better.” Shaking his head, Alec stood up from the chaise walking to the window. –yep, that’s Ash for ya. He should patent that saying for himself. - His keen ears picked up on Ash rustling in his bed. Either he was going to get up, or he was having a nightmare. Part of Alec wanted to check, but he wasn’t fond of being shot at. Yes, it would not kill him even if he was shot in the head, but it still hurt.
Deciding he was a glutton for punishment, Alec trailed back to the room. He put his ear to the door first to listen for signs of possible danger. –That man is not always predictable, that’s what is intriguing about him as a human. – Ash thought wickedly. Humans were always predictable, but Ash was not. Cracking open the door slightly, he peered in to see that Ash was still in bed. Alec slipped quietly inside, stepping carefully around the floor boards that creaked. Alec knew every creak and groaning board from being inside Ash’s room nightly. Was he obsessive? Perhaps so, but it was all for the sake of friendship and perhaps more. Even though it was bridging on the verge of simply being a stalker and or a psychotic roommate. That made Alec grin to himself.
The more Alec spent with Ash, the more Alec learned about him, and admired. Ash was tossing about in his sleep. Clearly it was another nightmare. If Alec was any closer, he probably would have been hit by Ash’s right hand which was balled into a fist. Knowing not to make the same mistake twice, Alec slipped his hand under Ash’s pillow and moved the gun away from Ash. He looked down at him when a frightened murmur escaped from Ash. “w-why….” The heartbreak in his voice pulled at Alec emotionally.
Only in his sleep could you hear and experience Ash’s true pain and emotions. He always regarded showing emotions as a weakness. Alec knew that Ash felt that way because of July 12th, that him being soft hearted was the link to his downfall. He sat on the night table carefully putting his hand on Ash’s head trying to put out calming vibes to quell his fear and sorrow. His head felt very hot and slightly sticky from sweat. It took everything in Alec to not lean forward to kiss his forehead. It would cause one hell of a commotion if Ash woke up and saw that.
Unfortunately, Ash was far from ready to even conceive the thought of liking a man. Alec wanted nothing more than to hear him say “yes” to the possibility of starting a relationship but it was not time yet. Every time Alec had some gall to ask, he chickened out at the last minute. He was afraid of being sent away, never to be near Ash ever again. Alec was not afraid of death or anyone, but he was afraid of losing someone he loved and being alone.
Alec’s one wish was to mend this broken soul and maybe be a part of his life eternally till death did part them.