[Jaykobell]

[You type so fast, girl. How even. I'm too old for this, lmao. But hopefully now that the snakes are gone, my replies won't be 20384023859205 paragraphs long. :,D I'M TRYING SO HARD TO WRITE LESS TOO. ;___; It's not working.]

Being with others wasn't something Benjamin had ever really been exposed to. Even when events were hosted or meetings were held, Benjamin would remain on his own, quiet, sometimes sitting with his parents and simply listening on. If he weren't with his parents, then he would be...

He shook his head a bit, clearing his thoughts. He was hungry, tired, and quite honestly, a little unsettled by Samael's overbearing generosity. He didn't need his own memories to haunt him of the better days long gone.

Then again, if this deal did end up in their success...

Benjamin snapped out of it again when Samael spoke directly to him; and after a short pause, he realized his familiars were no longer around to answer that question for him. He hesitated on his answer, though Samael made it easier for him as he confirmed that the bottles he had were, in fact, filled with blood. His state of mind changed completely at that point, just with the thought of finally feeding.

The mention of that bottle being human blood, however, made Benjamin hesitant again. He'd made it a personal value to avoid drinking the blood of humans, so as to maintain a good, peaceful relationship with them. It was also a promise he'd made quite a few years ago, and he didn't want to break that promise.

But the hesitation was made all the worse by the fact Samael had already opened the bottle; also by the fact he was ready to pour a glass. It also wasn't in Benjamin's nature to be difficult, and he rubbed his neck nervously again. "No, that's..." He stopped mid-sentence, though he'd been speaking so softly that it was hard to tell if Samael had even heard him. "That's... fine," he finally added, resigning himself to take what he'd been given. He wasn't drinking from an actual human... Right? It was just the blood, not the human. So it was fine, right?

Part of him still fought his decision, but with his answer already given, it was too late to take it back.

[Baconwizard]

[Cries so many tears, I'm sorry x'D It is a curse, this fast typing. And don't worry; your speed and length is fine. As long as you don't mind me replying with much shorter posts sometimes. Also nooooooOOOOO, Benjamin, don't fall prey to Sam's grossness]

Samael's eyebrows raised slightly, and he tilted his head for a moment, considering the vampire youth. With a smooth motion of his wrist, Samael filled the crystal glass with a dark, rich-looking liquid. "Very fine quality, this. It took me awhile to find a good vendor, but I am satisfied with it. However, I'm not a vampire, so as far as nutritional value, I have no idea. Being a demon, I don't actually need food or drink. It's a fun hobby I've entertained myself with through the years."

Samael presented the drink to Benjamin with a flourish, then he turned back to the drink cabinet, pulling out a bottle of wine. "Recently I've been collecting wine. Of all the human inventions, I do believe this is their most creative. It's a decadent taste..." Samael blinked, then began to laugh, shaking his head as he poured himself a glass of wine. "Look at me, rambling on and on like some old connoisseur. My apologies, Benjamin. Please, make yourself at home." Samael waved at the open couches and seats, indicating for the vampire boy to sit down.

[Jaykobell]

[Maaaaaan, I used to be this fast when I was younger... x'D When I first joined. Man, I tell you, I could pull breedings in one hour. : | I was fast. And then it all went away. :,D But nooooooo I don't mind the shorter posts. You give me enough to reply on my side, so it's fine. ;v; I'm actually gonna make it hard for you now, I think, lmao, because Benjamin doesn't really impose himself.]

Benjamin was nervous that his reaction had rubbed Samael the wrong way — it wasn't polite to scoff at a host's offerings — but the demon just went on to pour a glass. Benjamin took it from Samael's hand when the demon handed it over, holding it almost hesitantly. "Thank you," he whispered, holding the glass just at the tip of his fingers. He was honestly still a little unsettled by the whole situation of suddenly finding himself in a brand new place; especially since he knew nothing about Samael and his familiars were out of the picture.

He didn't have much to say as Samael just talked; about blood, about food, about wine, about things. Benjamin was paying attention, although he wasn't exactly motivated to participate in the conversation. Honestly, he didn't know much. This was akin to those meetings he used to be dragged to by his parents, where the adults talked and the kids just listened quietly. Benjamin had little interest in their conversation topics, admittedly.

When he was offered a seat, the vampire hesitantly sat down on one of the couches. His movements were slow and uncertain, for a few reasons. He sat right on the edge of the couch, looking tense and being bunched over just a little bit. He held the glass in his hands gently, sloshing the liquid in it just a little bit. He somewhat regretted accepting the blood, knowing that he didn't drink human blood, normally. For the time being, he would have to steel himself to drink it. "It's fine," he said to Samael when the demon apologized for rambling on. "I don't mind." Benjamin, himself, really had nothing much to say at all. If Samael wanted to talk, the vampire didn't mind it; he was used to it.

[Baconwizard]

As the demon rambled on about the finer points of dark red liquids, he watched the expressions flit across the vampire boy's face. Benjamin certainly was a cagey thing. Taking his glass of wine with him, Samael sprawled across the couch opposite Benjamin, taking a whiff of his drink before consuming it. Sighing, Samael licked his lips, then stared at his glass, then at Benjamin. "I suppose we should talk about the details of our arrangement, hm? This apartment is mine. We're currently in the outskirts of the Slums. It's surprising, what nice hidden niches you can find in such a squalid place."

Samael took another sip of wine, then placed the glass on the table between him and Benjamin. "The rooms upstairs can be yours. I have no need of them. Whatever you require, I will take care of. All you need is to summon me." Samael's eyes flicked to meet Benjamin's, and he smiled, a short laugh bubbling up out of him. "And before you think that you're imposing upon me, remember that I am obligated to have nothing better to do until I fulfill my bargain. If I can keep you happy, healthy and alive in that time, then I am satisfied with my job."

[Jaykobell]

Benjamin continued to watch the blood in his glass slosh this way and that, back and forth. It certainly smelled and looked fine, but that wasn't the problem. With Samael drinking his own glass, though, Benjamin had little choice but to just go for it. He held his breath as he quickly took a sip of the blood. The tilt had been too much, though, and he found himself with a rather impressive amount of blood in his mouth all at once; blood he wasn't used to drinking. He felt his heart gag at the unusual taste and texture, but his hunger forced him to swallow the whole thing. Still, that wasn't without a grimace.

His taste test was interrupted when Samael started talking again. Benjamin listened quietly, taking in the words as the demon spoke them. Right, so this was Samael's apartment... "Ah, it's very... extravagant." And apparently, he was giving the rooms upstairs to Benjamin. And before the vampire had time to look nervous or to say anything, the demon insisted that everything was fine. He insisted that Benjamin wasn't imposing himself, nor was he being a burden. The vampire couldn't quite feel that way, considering everything, but it wasn't his place to argue, either. "Okay... Thank you," he answered quietly, his voice never really leaving that whispering tone, nor did it ever really show any emotion, really. And besides being thankful, he didn't really know what else to do or to say. He didn't quite make for a good conversation partner, nor was he capable of really maintaining eye-contact.

[Baconwizard]

Samael's eyes didn't leave Benjamin's, and he propped his cheek on two fingers, lounging back against the plush chair. It looked like Samael would have to push the boy if Samael wanted to get anything out of him. Taking a long draught of his wine, he held it in his hands, smiling over the rim of it at Benjamin. "Tell me about your friend. Allan? Allain? I heard of his death, and the rumors attached to it. But you should know a little more than rumors, I should think"

[Jaykobell]

Benjamin eventually took another sip of the blood, and although the taste was still gag-inducing, his hunger forced him to chug it down. It was either that or going hungry until the next day, which Benjamin wanted to avoid. Still, he didn't know if he would be able to drink the whole thing, considering how unusual the taste was to him.

He'd hoped for the conversation to end there, but then Samael brought up a fairly difficult topic. He looked up at Samael when he asked about the death of his friend: the one Benjamin wanted to revive. The vampire stared at the demon for a little bit, as if he were considering what to say, and how to say it. He eventually looked back down, staring at the blood in his glass. "His name is... was... Alain," he eventually whispered, though loud enough for Samael to hear, "Alain Nycteri. He was the son of the duke who rules the air vampires." There was a pause as he continued to gather his thoughts.

"There's nothing to it," he added, and he frowned a little. "He was a nice vampire with his own morals that didn't really line up with the way things work right now. His father didn't see eye to eye with him, so he killed him." His expression saddened visibly, and his shoulders drooped. "He pinned the murder on me because we were always together. All the time." He could think back to those days, those of better times, when he would just spend a whole day with Alain. Relaxing, adventuring, playing; it could be anything, and somehow, the air vampire would always make it interesting and exciting. But those days were long gone; and looking at his glass still, Benjamin lost all appetite for the human blood. "My family sent me away to protect me from the duke. He would've killed me if I'd stayed against his orders. That's it." The more he looked at the blood, the more the nausea started to set in.

[Baconwizard]

Samael listened to the vampire speak without any change in his expression, holding his wine glass with one hand. The story was about what Samael had suspected. The Nycteri Duke really had no originality. Sighing through his nose, Samael took a swig of his drink before he looked back at Benjamin, compassion beginning to brim in his eyes. "A sorrowful story," he murmured, putting his drink down on the table. "I am sorry it had to happen. But you will correct this grave error, won't you?" Samael glanced up at Benjamin, a flickering in his eye as he offered a knowing smile to the vampire boy.

[Jaykobell]

Sorrowful didn't even begin to describe the story, at least in Benjamin's mind. He looked distracted as he finished telling the story, and although he hungered for food, his appetite for that human blood in his glass was completely gone.

Still, he forced himself to glance up at Samael when the demon spoke those last words. He hesitated for a moment, looking back down at his glass. He couldn't really tell, for sure, if Samael meant those compassionate words, but he did speak some truth. "He didn't deserve to die," Benjamin eventually answered to Samael's question; and this time, his monotone voice seemed to echo the sadness and the guilt he felt towards his friend's death. "I want to bring him back." Still, that ability didn't rest entirely on Benjamin, but also on Samael, if the demon had been honest about anything. "No matter what I have to do."

[Baconwizard]

Samael murmured in appreciation, his eyes flickering as he looked at Benjamin, and then down at his own hands. He stood up, brushing off his jacket, and then gave Benjamin a smile, a knowing look in his eyes. "Well, then, it's high time I begin my work. I'll need to research some. They try to keep the way into the underworld top secret, but there are a few cracks that can be used." Samael looked around the room, then nodded at Benjamin. "You should be fine by yourself. There's more blood in the cabinet. Or you could check in the kitchen, that's around here somewhere. I'd try getting some sleep, dear boy, you look positively exhausted." Samael smirked at that, then he bowed, giving a grand flourish with his hand. "I'll take my leave now, if you will."

[Jaykobell]

[How do you RP/type so fast.]

Benjamin, admittedly, was extremely relieved when Samael took the initiative and finalized their conversation. His attention span had been struggling in the past hour, both from hunger and exhaustion. The anxiety of him having to deal with such a conversation on his own had also increased his exhaustion.

Still, he was surprised to hear that Samael was seemingly leaving his apartment to Benjamin. He even offered the vampire more blood and drinks, if he so wished — perhaps his grimace and his unwillingness to drink the human blood had been picked up by the demon. Benjamin felt rude, raising his nose over someone's offering, but he just hadn't been able to stomach that human blood.

He didn't quite know what to say to Samael's words, though he could appreciate the demon genuinely looking into their destination. Perhaps he could be trusted, after all — even if only a little. "Ah, I'll be fine on my own," the vampire confirmed, putting his glass on the table, next to Samael's own. If anything did happen, though, in the worst of scenarios, Benjamin did have his two familiars with him. "Thank you. I... wouldn't mind going to bed," he admitted, though that, too, made him feel rude and awkward. It was impolite to ask to leave and go to bed, and he felt wrong admitting to it, even if Samael had offered.

Still, if the demon wanted to be out, there was one thing Benjamin wanted to know. "When will you be back? What should I do while you're gone?" Well, besides sleeping and feeding, of course. Did he need to do anything at all?

[Baconwizard]

Samael had pulled out a pocket watch from his jacket, and was looking at the time with a pensive expression. At Benjamin's words, his violet eyes flicked to meet the vampires, and he smiled, slipping the clock back into his pocket. "Whatever your heart desires. You could even go out, if you want to. The unfortunate thing about a demon's bargain is that I have a sense of where you are, and I am obligated to obey your summons, if you choose to call my name. So if it's not an emergency, don't use my full name. I once dealt with a spoiled prince, and he summoned me for everything, even the tiniest little errands. Put me off humans for a long, long time."

Samael sighed, shaking his head, then returned back to his point. "I really don't care what you do, Benjamin. Follow the impulse of your heart. Carpe Diem, life is to be lived fully, and all that." Samael sighed, cliches rolling off his tongue in a bored voice. The demon turned towards the door, and paused as he put a hand on the handle. As an afterthought, he turned back to Benjamin, his impassive eyes flicking over the vampire boy. "There's also a library upstairs."

[Jaykobell]

[Hahahah homg I want to have Sarcoma and Carcinoma summon him all the time for no reason soooooooooooooooo bad... Just to piss him off, hahahahahah. >xv]

He was allowed to do anything? Samael's answer surprised Benjamin, though the vampire also took note of the contractual obligation the demon now had. He would have to remember not to speak Samael's name, lest the demon would be summoned for no reason. He would have to refer to him as "he", or maybe just as a shortened version of his name, like "Sam". That would prove to be difficult. "I'll remember not to say your name," the vampire said, just so Samael would know Benjamin had been listening.

Basically, Benjamin would be waiting and enjoying his own free time as Samael researched a way to the underworld — or wherever the dead resided. The vampire subconsciously tilted his head to the side, a little surprised that he had no obligations in this deal. Right, he was supposedly going to send Samael back to his home once this was over, but apparently Benjamin didn't need to do anything for that to happen. "Ah... All right," he answered simply, as Samael neared his exit, and as to not keep him waiting for no reason. "Thank you."

For now, he would go to bed, as exhaustion was quickly catching up to him. Afterwards, that library had caught Benjamin's interest; if anything, he would go take a short look at what it had to offer.

[Should we tiiiiiiimeskip to Samael coming back? :0 Oooooor did you want Benjamin to actively check out that library/anywhere else? S'up to you~ c:]

[Baconwizard]

[Oh my gosh, Samael would get soooo mad. He already hates the familiars xD And I'll transition to the next day, when Samael comes back~]

Samael smiled at Benjamin's words, inclining his head. He gave a final bow, his hands moving in an elaborate gesture. With a puff of violet smoke, the demon vanished, leaving the room empty and silent except for Benjamin.

Now that was taken care of. Samael checked to make sure that the apartment was secure and hidden away from any prying eyes. There was an unfortunate amount of individuals who had targeted Samael over the years, and the demon learned from his mistakes. Now on to other business... There were a few who owed Samael a few favors. It seemed like this was the time to cash that in. Samael had been hoping to save it for a rainy day, but Benjamin's order was... steep, to say the least. And if he didn't hold up his end of the bargain, he'd be forced to stay with Benjamin and those aggravating snakes for all eternity... Samael had plans for his eternity; he wasn't about to waste it on account of some silly vampire squabbles. Benjamin was a pure boy, with those noble intentions. Samael didn't expect those intentions to stay noble for long. The underworld changed people, and usually for the worst. Smiling to himself, Samael was glad that he was going to be along for the ride.

He was out for the rest of the night, and the following day as well. When he arrived back at the apartments, he went straight to pour himself a drink, then flopped down on the sofa, his limbs sprawled every which way.

[Jaykobell]

The moment Samael had been gone, Benjamin headed off to bed. Although the human blood hadn't really satisfied him at all, it would be enough for the night. The vampire was exhausted, and he had no energy to pour another glass — that would've been rude, as well — or to explore the elegant apartment Samael had left him. He'd been roaming far past his usual bedtime even before Samael had interrupted him on the streets. If he wanted to be in shape for whenever Samael came back, the key to that would be a decent night of sleep.

After finding his way around, he only kept his undergarments before slipping under the covers of the first bed he'd managed to find. He left his pants, shirt and jacket on the ground, along with his whip, which was neatly coiled up, the handle adorned with two silvery bracelet-looking trinkets, both in the shape of a snake. Shortly afterwards, Benjamin was off to sleep, falling asleep even before he'd laid his head on the pillow.

He didn't even see the night go by, sound asleep like a baby. He woke up relatively late in the morning, that much he could tell. He'd gone to bed much too late while he was much too tired, and so his body had overslept. He was resilient, but it was always a bother when his sleep cycle got messed up.

He woke up slowly, stretching and yawning away, as if there was nothing waiting for him. At first, it took him a few seconds to remember where he was, and why he was there. Right: he'd made a deal with a demon named Samael, and this was his apartment. Thinking back on their conversation from the night before, Benjamin remembered that the demon had mentioned a library in his complex. Since he had no idea when Samael would be coming back, the vampire figured he could afford a trip to that library to pass the time.

After he got dressed, he headed back to the room where they'd left each other for the night. Benjamin was definitely hungry now, and his mouth was dry with hunger and sleep. This time, he would make sure to pick animal blood from Samael's selection; he could still taste the foul human blood from the night before.

He poured himself a large glass of the first animal blood bottle he would find and brought it along with him as he headed off to the library. It had taken him some time to find it, considering this wasn't his own home, but given enough perseverance, Benjamin managed to find the library. From that point on, the day went by relatively fast as he wandered through the place, looking over books and reading some of them, with a few blood breaks in-between.

After a long day of reading, Benjamin headed back to the living room in order to get one last glass of blood for the night. He was surprised to find Samael there when he returned, literally sprawled over the sofa. "Oh," Benjamin blurted out softly, though it had mostly been to himself. "When did you get back?" The vampire had probably been too busy reading to even hear the demon returning.

[By you saying Samael was out the following day too, I assumed he came back at night. :,u So... well, let me know, I'll edit my post if I got it wrong. x'D]