′Run, run, run, just run!′ His heart pounding in his chest hard enough he heard it in his ears. His throat hoarse from panting and his feet now cracked and bloody his vision blurry. ”Shit!" He hissed as a bullet passed through his shoulder and took to the trees hoping for cover or even a get away. Grabbing a branch he pulled himself up into a tree and climbed ignoring the pain in his shoulder well he didn’t need to the adrenaline took care of that. The sound of the guards running by the tree he hid in made him let go of the breath he was holding and slowly lowered his body down to the branch his back against the body of the tree. ′Pine? No oak.′ He thought his head aching painfully thinking was to much but relief washed over him as the sounds of guards disappearing into the distance. Looking up at the sky he wondered how long it would be till twilight, reaching out his hand to the sun that just poked through the trees and clenched his fist. ”The sun... The most powerful source of power. You’d kill anyone who tries to control your power...." He whispered and lowered his hand to grasp his shoulder in pain. Crawling down from the oak he headed East and didn’t stop for anything not even to cover his tracks, he was to tired for that and to low on blood added to that. The night crept forward and the guards would of given up their search and families would start heading back inside now as it was to dangerous at night. Not even daredevils dared to fight the night for that domain belonged to the Night Walker.
"Shit... Shit." He cursed feeling a massive pain in his neck which started to move down his spine like he was being stretched. “The sun might be scarier but the moon is scarier.” The male muttered and continued to drag himself not daring to stay out any longer since he wasn’t in the mood to deal with this said Night Walker. Swallowing her he stopped and squinted at a large old mansion, a single light was one so he took the chance. Forcing himself onward to the mansion it looked bigger up close. The pillars and steps made of marble, the rest of the house of a white brick that looked more like a very faded cream colour. Without time to question the owner’s taste he crouched in front of the door and pulled out his lock picking set from his belt. A sudden cool air hit him and he looked up at a strange red haired female who opened the door. ”This isn’t what it looks like." He said but the female crossed her arms and looked down then crouched down to his height which he was stuck in, her white dress fell around her like a puddle of fabric. “Did you forget your key my lord?” She asked jokingly, her voice smooth as silk far more gentler then his odd water, metallic echoy voice. Now he was confused. He was master of this house hold? This place? He’d prefer a Gothic style one then a... whatever you called it mansion. “It has been an awful long time master. You were nothing but a small baby last you were here, please come in.” The red head stood straightening out her dress which left her arms and shoulders bare. The collar of the dress was short and held an old black stone in the middle with lace that covered her chest then the rest of the dress fell to her knees which also showed most of her back. Rather confused he stood and stepped in feeling guilty about leaving bloody foot steps on the marble, hell the floor inside the mansion was made of polished jade! ”Uhhh... You might have me mistaken for someone else but call me North." He held out a dirt and blood covered hand to her and immediately pulled his arm back when he got a cold hard look from her gentle eyes. “You are North Jeager are you not? Then you are the lord of this house. I am Yashika.” Yashika’s face turned soft and sweet again and held out her hand. North didn’t compare to her, she was small, slender, cute, well kept, clearly lived the life of luxury while he was monstrously tall with a muscular build to match but was lean as if build for agility than strength and was covered in ash and dirt. Taking her hand he stared oddly at her she turned her hair and dress whipping around and gestured for him to follow. Despite her frame she had gentle curves and was they moved to the second floor her hips swayed and he stared.
“These are your rooms.” She opened a door to a fairly vast room with a dead fire place and nothing but endless books with a couch that held maybe ten throw pillows. The carpet was red a dark red but he didn’t really seem to care or notice his eyes looking up his mouth parted slightly trying his best not to collapse. “I’ll run you a hot bath my lord.” Yashika smiled and skipped off to the other room which was his bedroom not the sitting room which he stood in. North’s mind was all over the place. He was born on the streets and raised on them, learned to steal, lie, cheat... kill but it seemed he was royalty or something. How? He knew his last name was Jeager and knew of a very very powerful family Called the Jeagers but him? One of these Jeagers?
"Sounds like an over used plot line." He chuckled to himself and followed the sound of water running. “Your bath is ready my lord.” She bowed softly and turned to leave but a hand stopped her, looking up she saw the sternness of his face. ”Call me North... Please, I can’t deal with this... Lord bullshit." He said letting her go and she bowed again. “Yes North.” Yashika said and was gone. Hissing in pain he stripped off his dark clothing his muscles tensing with every move. Slipping his dirty naked body into the water he felt very weird having someone draw him a bath, he’d have to change that. That wasn’t her job or... Now that he thought of it she was the only one in the place. He smelled no one else. Closing his eyes and sunk a little into the water he’d wash later for now he’d let his muscles, joints, bones his whole body relax.
After his bath and cleaning all the blood and dirt off him he stitched up his shoulder wound no matter how awkward and painful, followed by trimming the sides of his hair a little shorter, his white hair matched the bathroom made of marble and some white crystal he pulled the rest of his hair into a pony tail. Heading into the bedroom with a towel wrapped loosely around his hips he found something to wear, luckily black. Pulling on a short sleeved shallow v-neck with boxer briefs and jeans oddly this was all pretty form fitting which made him feel uncomfortable. His tattoos finally showed, all tribal on his arms that carried onto his shoulders up didn’t move onto his neck, that is were pure black covered his tanned skin. It was even under his chin and spiked up to the corners of his lips but there was a three inch gap on his throat which had a one inch wide line down from his lower lips down his throat and chest like his neck tattoo. ”This is a nice change... Everything fits." He hummed and looked around the bathroom to find something to shave his face with but found a straight razor and swallowed. ”That... is dangerous." he said never actually using one before praying he didn’t cut himself. “My lo- North would you like help with that?” Yashika came back crouching down next to him again which earned her and odd look from him. Slowly he nodded and stood pulling her up with him, ”I’ll clean up the blood I tried into the place." He said but she smiled at him and lathered his jaw with a soapy foam her skilled nimble fingers got the job done fast and neatly. “What would you like for dinner North?” She said his name with great uneasiness.
“Bottle of scotch?” He said needing a drink after this hoping he’d wake up in a bar with an angry hangover. Yashika smiled, bowed and left coming back five minutes later with a full class squared bottle of scotch and a glass but was gone before he could see or say thanks. A heavy sigh left his lungs and he got the fire going before getting into the scotch.
The night dragged on and he wasn’t close to drunk though he’d gotten into half the bottle but he was angry and curious. Staring blankly into the fire his eyes narrowed at the door and there she was. ”Yashika..." The name rolled off his tongue and set aside his glass. ”Why are you the sole person here?" North asked moving close to her with a brow, he was close enough to hear her breathing grow stiff. “I’m here to serve the young King. My family as served your family for generations.” She stated making eye contact with him, North tilted his head. ”Cut the crap." He hissed and she grinned. “Well if that’s what you want, guess the cute innocent girl didn’t convince you.” Yashika shrugged loosely and they both laughed shortly after. “But that’s why I’m actually here North.” She hissed out his name and was pinned to the door with lips against hers, her hands pressed against North’s chest. ”Good to know..." He slowly pulled away licking his lips. Yashika scowled and flicked his nose walking out, North watched her leave and sat on his bed with a heavy huff. Flopping down he punched his pillow a few times not use to such comfort. Getting up he moved to the sitting room and sat on the couch kicking off all the pillows using his arm as a pillow. The fire flicker but was now dying North didn't care and rolled over his face facing the couch and closed his eyes. Slowly he slipped off into sleep, deep down he was terrified his whole world was one crazy shit feast. He really really hoped that he'd wake up with a headache, a split lip in a bar at this point he didn't care if he lost or won the fight. He really did that's what he woke up to.
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