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"Benjamin, something horrific has happened. I need you to come to the estate as a matter of urgency. Trystan has devoured Skye and he would have taken her had Greg not intervened. He has harmed Greg and I cannot trust myself to guide Trystan without severely harming him. We do not know if Skye will survive. You are Ventrue, you can guide him in Greg's absence. I cannot leave his side, for I fear what I may do if left to my own decision. I desperately need you help."

bloodstainedheart

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Volatile

Xavier was only barely hanging onto his own shaky and volatile control. Greg was in their bed, weak and groggy, lying there while Wesley attended to the large, blooded gashes from his neck down to his chest. Xavier had been able to heal the smaller wounds, but the ones Trystan had caused attacking his brother when Greg made the terrible mistake of trying to pull him off Skye... they would take a lot longer to heal. Days, even. For now, they had to fall back on human remedy, and it was fortunate they had a doctor friend who could suture and dress the wound so Greg didn’t keep bleeding all over the place.

Greg was weak, and therefore so was Xavier. It was probably the only thing stopping him from frenzying himself. It had probably been the only thing that stopped him killing Trystan on the spot for harming his mate. That would have only angered Greg, with Trystan being his Sire. It was a huge mess, and Xavier couldn’t leave Greg’s side, or let go of his hand. The whole world could crumble around them, and he wouldn’t move. Greg’s safety trumped everything else in Xavier’s world, and even though he was usually the peacekeeper, this time, all he could focus on was not ripping Wesley to shreds for touching his fragile and ailing mate.

These were the times he despised being Kindred. These were the times when there was no other option but to let the animal within rule, when the entirety of their world consisted of trying not to lose hold of the priceless ribbons of humanity they could still cherish. To love someone so much you chose to bond with their blood for eternity, he was learning now could be the most wonderful thing... and the most horrific.

intheairtonight

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“Life contains but two tragedies. One is not to get your heart's desire; the other is to get it.”
- George Bernard Shaw

There was no reason for Trystan to think tonight would be any different to any other night he visited his brother at his almost palace-like estate in Westchester. Trystan had his own expensive penthouse bachelor pad in the Upper East Side, but he was a regular presence at his brother's place. Though lately, he had been making himself scarce because he didn't want to run into Skye. He didn't know what the hell was going on with his senses, but whenever she had been in the same room with him, he kept feeling like he was on the cusp of losing total control. He could block it for a short while, but anything longer, and he actually began to get quite aggressive. He had put it down to the fact she was his brother's Vessel. With Greg as his Sire, maybe he just desired to feed from her too, but that wouldn't fucking work. There was no way in fucking hell a Vessel could sustain three Kindred with fresh blood.

( He also wouldn't admit to anyone that he was jealous that she was Greg's Vessel... )