Crazed

Blair ignored the shards of glass and loose pebbles that tore at the soles of his bare feet as he ran with complete recklessness. It was still early yet the sky just having turned truly black and running as fast as he could was dangerous. Anybody could catch a glimpse of him using speed no human could reach. He wasn’t as fast as a Gangrel or Nosferatu but he was still clearly faster than a human.

Behind him he could hear the others following, cursing at his crazed recklessness. But he couldn’t bring himself to slow down. The voices were urging him to go faster and faster. He reached the Chantry in record time and flung himself through the green double doors. Perhaps the Wizard-King could help him silence the screaming in his mind. “Blair!”

“Damn it, Malk! Wait!”

Blair ignored them and followed the known path to Strauss’ den. The Tremere Reagent looked up from the book he was reading as Blair burst through the door. “Neonate, to what do I owe this…abrupt visit?” He asked getting to his feet and studying the half dressed vampire across from him carefully.

“This one’s mind rings!” Blair said pulling at several handfuls of bright blue hair that he hadn’t bothered to put in their customary spikes. “Ancient screams from new throats! My personalities are dizzy!”

Just then the Anarchs that had followed him finally found their way through the mind-bending halls to reach the den. “What the hell? What’s going on here?” Nines demanded as Blair shifted into the corner and attempted to hide. They saw Blair’s form flicker between shadowed and not as he attempted and failed to obfuscate himself.

“What the hell’d you do to him, Cammie?” Damsel demanded pointing at Strauss accusingly.

Strauss raised an eyebrow. “I assure you I did nothing. However, he does seem to be most distraught over the visions he is seeing. I imagine your quick temper is only making this more difficult. Might I suggest calming down for a moment?” He said maintaining his unshakable calm.

The Anarchs exchanged a few glances before Nines nodded and slowly knelt down next to where Blair was cowering. “Come on, Kid. Ya know we won’t hurt ya.” He said reaching a hand out. There was a long tense minute before Blair hesitantly took the offered hand. Nines pulled the half-dressed Malkavian to his feet. Nines handed Blair off to Skelter and Damsel who nodded in understanding before leading Blair out of the room. “Alright. What’s going on?” Nines asked folding his arms across his chest disapprovingly. “And I know you know.”

Strauss pushed his sunglasses up his nose further before sighing. “I do not.”

“Then why’d he come running straight here?” Nines demanded.

“All I know is that all of the Malkavians in the city have been acting rather oddly lately. But we have been unable to find a reason and they seem incapable of telling us. I believe even The Asylum nightclub has been closed due to Jeanette Voerman’s continually worsening condition.” Strauss informed casually.

Jack snorted a bit from where he was leaning against the wall. “Well, isn’t that handy. Nobody knows what’s up with the Kid.” He said biting off the end of a cigar and spitting it into the fireplace.

“Please, no smoking in here.” Strauss said narrowing his eyes as Jack ignored him and brought his lighter to the tip of the cigar. Strauss sighed and rubbed his forehead with one gloved hand, he wasn’t exactly willing to fight with Jack over something so trivial. “If you wish to discover what is wrong with the Malkavians I suggest speaking with their ghouls. They tend to articulate far better than the Malkavians themselves.”

“The Kid’s ghoul was killed by the Sabbat.” Nines reminded. “He was upset about it for weeks.”

Strauss raised his eyebrow at the leader of the Anarchs. “Blair is not the only Malkavian to have a ghoul. I believe Ms. Voerman has a ghoul that works near The Asylum in Santa Monica. I suggest asking him.”

Skelter and Damsel guided Blair quickly back towards the Last Round. Damsel was more than a little uneasy at the whole situation. Especially since Blair was muttering crazy shit beneath his breath as they walked. “Man, sometimes I really hate Malks and their crazy asses.” Skelter muttered as he stopped Blair from being sidetracked by talking to his own reflection in a store window.

“Che, tell me about it.” Damsel said as she held open the door to the Last Round for the two males.

Skelter quickly led Blair upstairs and into the first door on the right. “Alright, now stay here and I’ll get ya a blood pack.” Skelter said pointing to the bed against the far wall.

“Stay.” Blair mumbled as he wandered the room as if seeing it for the first time.

The black vampire sighed and left the room to get the blood pack. Blair was getting to be downright erratic. You could never tell what he was going to do next. Like running down the street like a bat outta hell. Or staring at the ceiling for days on end without so much as blinking.

Blair eventually sat down on the bed to stare at the flickering flames inside the potbelly stove in the corner. The whispers were intense. So intense it almost made it impossible to think. Each whisper was clamoring to be heard and whichever came through clearest he was compelled to follow. Currently, he was musing on how long fire would take to burn though to his bones and considering going to eat someone and even writing something new on the ceiling of his room. None of these were loudest though so they weren’t what he was going to do. Nothing was that clear at the moment. It was just a jumble that he couldn’t sort through. He wasn’t aware of Skelter returning with a blood pack or his subsequent departure. Nor was he aware of how long he sat there staring at the flames flicker behind the metal grate.

But he felt a pair of fangs slide across his neck and he shifted instantly to expose more skin. “What’s going on in here?” His lover asked kissing Blair’s temple as his hands wandered over the smaller man’s cold skin.

“Blender.” Blair muttered as his lover turned him to bite his lower lip. Blair moaned a bit and kissed his lover as those calloused hands dipped below his leather pants and peeled them away from his body. “…on puree.” Blair added as his arms wrapped around the other male’s head and neck.

“Mm, well let me slow it down for you.” The elder said hoisting the smaller male up and onto his lap. His tongue slowly explored Blair’s skin as his hands pulled Blair’s pants further down his thighs until his backside was completely exposed. Blair bent his head so that his teeth scrapped across his lover’s neck and shoulder as his fingers tangled in his hair. “Ready?” He asked prying his crazy lover’s entrance apart with two fingers.

Blair moaned and arched at the feeling. “This one needs you.” He gasped to the ceiling.

The elder vampire smirked and raised Blair’s body again before pulling him down over his length. He grunted at the feeling of Blair’s body while Blair gasped at the sudden rough intrusion. Blair shifted and rode his lover while his nails dug into the elder vampire’s back. His lover growled and grabbed Blair’s hips to set his own pace. He was the one in charge here. Not Blair. Blair moaned as he felt the fingers dig into his hips and pull him down hard to impale his body on the large member.

His lover growled again and got up, forcing Blair to cling to him so that he wouldn’t fall. The air rushed out of his lungs as he was almost slammed against the wall. He cried out as he was plowed into with the solid wall behind him offering plenty of resistance and leverage while blood smoothed the thrusts. His lover bit his shoulder hard, causing blood to drip down his heaving chest. Blair couldn’t think of a single word to describe it, only the sensations of pain and pleasure filled his mind. He moaned and squirmed before a pair of bloody lips silenced him with a hard possessive kiss. Their tongues and fangs clashed violently as the pace of their hips sped up even more.

Suddenly, Blair was thrown down half-across the bed before being pinned down with two vise-like hands around his wrists. A swift kick spread his legs as much as his half-on pants would allow and he cried out as he was roughly taken from behind. He bit the mattress to stop from screaming as the speed of his partner reached something he couldn’t match. His groin rubbed against the side of the bed with every thrust adding a strange additional sensation that Blair enjoyed. He moaned loudly as his lover slammed into his prostate. The hands around his wrists dug in as claws began to form and Blair winced as the speed started to become more painful than pleasurable. He liked it rough, but not quite this rough.

“W-wait!” Blair gasped clawing at the comforter. His lover didn’t seem to hear him though. Instead he was biting Blair’s shoulder hard as his hips slammed forward over and over. Blair arched as several of those slams hit his prostate. But it was still too fast. His vision was swimming with pain and blood loss, his thighs were coated in red. “Charles!”

All movement stopped. His lover gasping heavily and Blair clinging to the comforter while he tried to catch his breath. “Blair! Oh god! I don’t know what came over me!” His lover said slowly removing himself from his smaller lover and pulling him into his strong arms where he rocked Blair comfortingly. “I’m so sorry, Blair.”

Blair clutched his lover’s shoulder and pulled himself up to kiss his cheek. “They’re close. My minds sense them.” He whispered as if that explained everything.