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The Ultimate Sacrifice
Loyalty and devotion lead to bravery. Bravery leads to the spirit of self-sacrifice. The spirit of self-sacrifice creates trust in the power of love.
Morihei Ueshiba
The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life.
Richard Bach
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Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been around the last couple of days. My dad is in town and I've been really busy showing him around.
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"I?" Sion gave his sister a strange look. Perhaps she was messing with him. "Of course I do.. but?" He didn't want to say it. She was probably just trying to weasel the words out of him.
"What?"
"I thought you hated it when people didn’t tip too."
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"...." Okay.
"Did you see that ass over there. Give me a sec I’m going to get that waitress a tip."
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"A broken heart, eh? That sounds like a good reason." Sion nodded, looking through the fogged glass and at all of the cartons. There were too many flavors too count. "I've heard that this treat is well liked among the younger generation." His shoulders shrugged some. Sion didn't really understand eating customs anymore, as he hadn't eaten in well over five hundred years.
"I've recently acquired new clan mates, and since they're younger, I'm trying to find something they might like." It didn't seem such he was doing such a great job. "I may give up on the snacks and simply buy them all personal televisions. My sister seems to like hers."
Mint Chocolate Confusion
"Ice cream!" He said excitedly. Alexander wasn’t sure what kind he wants but he knew that he needed some. Or at least that’s what online said. He had looked up the article and everything, wanting to get over the heartbreak of this stupid stupid wedding. Besides he was tired of Jackson stealing his cookies all the time.
It was when the other spoke again that he actually smelt and realized that he was talking to another vampire. “The articles online said ice cream heals a broken heart. Why are you getting some?” He attempted to explain.
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Sion liked to believe that he'd taken the news of Lis' newly arranged marriage relatively well. He'd heard of it as soon as the idea was conceived, having received a rather snappy cellular message from Lis (written in slang he had to look up on the internet) and then another from Scar (again, written in a language that seemed far more primal than any he'd had to learn prior) detailing their sides of the arrangement. It both amused and irritated the man that all wayward plans seemed to be formed while he was away on business, but he supposed it couldn't be helped. His ladies would make the choices that they would make, and Sion's two cents wouldn't matter that much in the grand scheme of things. It was Lis he was talking about, after all.
The new house was a little much for him, though. Some part of him could understand why their two families should live under the same roof; another part of him thinking of the diplomatic possibilities of having a large clan, but for the majority of all his thoughts, Sion wasn't too pleased with the new arrangement. He'd visited the apartment first, happening upon Scar whom kindly informed him that he was to live in the house, which, given that he'd be with his family didn't seem too horrid of an idea (especially when she'd mentioned Kai and Anya's possibly permanent visit) until his thoughts traveled back to the new family he didn't know. How was he supposed to meet them? Introduce himself? Carry himself around them?
At least two of the family members were ancients, but the rest all seemed so young. Younger than Scarlet, whom Sion still considered to be a fledgling. He was internally grumbling to himself, and formulating endless questions as he came to Lis' new house. A gift from her soon-to-be-husband. Well, Sion thought as he pondered over the walkways, and the stone, it wasn't too bad. And a much better structure than anything Lis would have chosen. "Here, Kitten," He called, following the pull inside of himself until he was back to his maker; back home.
The artist hardly glanced around the interior of the house before coming upon Elisaveta and gathering her in an embrace. "A month is too long, beloved," He said into her hair, whistfully. Oh, why did he go on trips? He always regretted them, once they were over.
The Hand that Feeds || Lis and Sion
"Sion?"
He was close…she had felt him as soon as he stepped foot in Massachusetts once more. Now, she stood in the foyer of their new home, surrounded by covered furniture and buckets of paint. Elisaveta had come here to visit the gardens once again. They were so wonderfully peaceful. For a while, she could close her eyes, lay in the grass, and pretend she was home again.
It was a wonderful gift from her husband-to-be, and Lis did so enjoy gifts. But all of this was forgotten as she felt her progeny approach…but where? Was he nearby, or was he hours away? Her first, her love…
"Sion!"
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Scents both unfamiliar and too familiar to Sion were wafting through the air. Cracked eggs. Styrofoam. Cheese. Deli meats. Cake. Vampire. The last one gave Sion pause, but in Boston, it seemed that one of his kind was around every corner. He sniffed the air occasionally, realizing with minimal surprise that the smell was getting closer and closer. Vampires seemed to be naturally curious and so, Sion wasn't entirely shocked as he turned around to the sound of her voice calling out to him.
She thought? Sion's eyebrow arched, but he didn't question her further. "I'm afraid I haven't tasted strawberries in quite a long time, Miss," had he eaten them in his life? Sion doubted it. Slaves hadn't been given the most diverse of diets, even though Sion's master had been more giving than the majority. "I suppose that I should though," he continued, giving the girl a smile as he plucked the refrigerator open, and grabbed both pure strawberry sherbet, and Neapolitan.
Mint Chocolate Confusion || Lidia & Sion
With a cart filled to the brim with a random assortment of goodies, Lidia chewed her lower lip thoughtfully as she wandered the various aisles. Dark blue eyes sweeping over the shelves that she passed, searching for the items scribbled down on a piece of paper. She had broken Dona’s bookshelf in a fit of rage and now she was determined to fix it on her own. In her own way. Looking through the shelves of cereal, she grabbed an armful of boxes and dumped them rather ceremoniously into the cart. This whole shopping thing was a piece of cake. Exhaling a sigh the fledgling figured she’d grab a few different ones. Trial and error at its best.
Turning away the blonde continued her search for the rest of her items. Maybe if she acted like she knew what she was doing… It wouldn’t be so obvious that she never shopped for things before. Vampires didn’t possess the need to take in anything but blood. Vampires didn’t need cereal and they certainly didn’t need half the things that were nestled in her cart. She had taken them out of impulse, as if that would fill the deep in her chest.
A sense of sadness nagged at the blonde for a brief moment till a smell caught her attention. Following the scent a few aisles over, she stood at the end of the aisle watching a man stare down the ice cream. A small smile twitched onto her lips as she approached the flustered man quietly. He was like her, almost. No, he was older. “Strawberry… I love strawberry! I think…” She stated softly, Polish accent slipping between the words like butter as she paused for a brief moment, pivoting to face him. “Do you like strawberry Mr?”
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Sion wasn't paying enough attention, and within moments of hearing shoes upon tile, his side was meeting the source of the sound. The vampire put his foot down hard, making sure that he wouldn't go sprawling on the floor. Who knew what was on the ground of the Target. Dust, definitely. Germs; just as likely.
"Don't worry about it," Sion replied, a bit of humor in his voice. "You seem to know what you're looking for," while he, on the other hand, was still pondering. Depending on their age, the ice cream could make his new family members feel nauseous. But Sion wasn't sure what else to get. Paintings and flowers wouldn't do. So ice cream and blood would have to.
He took a step out of the man's-- out of the vampire's way, casting him a strange look in the process. "Seems we're both a bit out of place to be buying sweets."
Mint Chocolate Confusion
Ice cream. He needed ice cream. That healed broken hearts right? At least that’s what all the teenagers on the blog told him. Okay so maybe they were humans and he was a vampire but still ice cream!
Practically skidding into the isle he almost knocked osmeone over who was also in front of the ice cream, due to his excitement. So he had a sweet tooth, where was the harm in that? Ignoring the fact he’d throw it up later…
"Shit! I’m sorry I just got excited."
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Mint Chocolate Confusion || OPEN
It seemed a bit silly. An ancient vampire waltzing into a Target like actually knew what he was doing. Naturally, with blood being his only true necessity, Sion had never found the need to shop for himself.
But this was a special occasion. Slipping around the different racks, Sion eventually came upon the icecream, and began to stare at the pastel boxes. Well, shit. He didn't know what kind of icecream they liked. He didn't even know what kind of icecream he liked.
This would be a nightmare.
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Her reaction surprised Sion, somewhat. "I expected to stay in the apartment." He replied, some confusion coloring his voice. "I wouldn't want to intrude upon," after pondering his words, Sion continued to speak, "our new clanmates." The words seemed foreign on his tongue. People he didn't know, now family.
"Not since I've been back," Sion answered, casting a look around. "Perhaps underneath the couch? Things often escape my grip while I fold."
Come home|| Sion & Scar
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A fraction of Sion knew that Scarlet's reactions was normal, and was to be expected. But another, more sensitive, part of him was hurt. Of course he wasn't lying; wasn't joking. He'd never joke about such a thing, and he expected that Scar would know that.
"Vampirism is not the equivalent of immortality." He said, his voice harder than he intended. "If you want to live forever than become a ghost. But living things aren't meant to last forever. And Elisaveta knows that. I know that. And part of you does as well." And if Scarlet still believed in the puritan way of thinking, then they would all reunite in the afterlife.
"I can't know for certain," He answered, his voice growing soft as he moved to envelope Scarlet into his arms. "But we don't need to worry for years. Years, and years." That was the hope, at least. Another thousand years with their maker. "But when we lose her, then we'll move on. Like the mortals do when they lose their loved ones. Their parents."
An Unfortunate Truth || Scar and Si
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His eyebrow raised a bit, looking down at Scarlet's array of boxes. "I'm sure it wont take that long," Sion said quietly, casting an awry look towards Lis' closet.
"Besides, she can leave plenty here." Though Sion doubted that she would allow that. Lis liked to have her things.
Come home|| Sion & Scar
Scar frowned at her brother as she started packing her bags. The move wouldn’t be for a few more weeks at least - at least she hoped - but she wanted to get as much done before helping Lis later.
"Sion. Why aren’t you packing? You know how many dresses Lis has she’s gonna need our help."
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Artistic Happenings || Sion and Marcus
Though money wasn't tight, or even anywhere close to it, in the Gionne family, Sion still felt the never ending urge to work. Perhaps that was because his job was so easy and entertaining, or perhaps it was because of some thread of paranoia. But whatever the case, Sion kept himself busy as a bee. He'd rented a little gallery downtown (little because it was under three stories high, and hardly had room for more than twenty statues at a time) where he was currently presenting all the works he'd spent the month conjuring up.
It was a hobby of Sion's to pick up artists here and there, that would work specifically for him, usually while they were finishing up their degrees, or just starting a business of their own. He liked to imagine that he was a sort of helping hand, even if he did take a large cut of their money. However, this gallery was filled with older pieces. Figures worth more than most humans would see in their lifetimes. Renaissance pieces never heralded as classics. Newer pieces that could pass for older. Such a delicate balance.
The vampire has positioned himself near the middle of the gallery, an untouched glass of white win in his hand, while he chatted with potential buyers. Out of the corner of his eye, though, he was always watching. Making sure no one touched the art. Seeing who looked interested in what pieces, and so on. It was through his spying that Sion noticed a man, somewhat off to the side, whom had been pondering over a piece longer than the typical voyeur. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Sion asked as he moved to stand beside the man, whom Sion quickly identified as a vampire. "A piece stuck in the limbo between modern renaissance and colonial artwork."
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I’m With You - Avril Lavigne, Dreams - (Cover) Bastille (ft. Gabrielle Aplin), Skeleton Key - Dessa, Children’s Work, Red Sam - (Acoustic) Fly Leaf, Hear you me - Jimmy Eats World, Running Up That Hill - Placebo, Wanderer’s Lullaby - Adriana Figueroa
My sister the world is watching
Well brother let them see
that there wasn’t a pair
more nobel then we.
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It never seemed to stop surprising the old vampire, with how things had changed. The O+ bar was now entirely up to date, only certain elements reminding Sion of the years long forgotten. But still, he knew he had to fare the new and strange changes, if he were to survive in the modern world. And so, as both of his ladies were out of the house, Sion ventured down streets that were now stranger to him, before entering the bar. Perhaps he might find Anya, Sion thought to himself. But when he entered the bar, he found little more than chaos. There were large crowds of vampires gathered around in patches at the bar, given that it was a friday night.
A bit reluctantly, Sion ventured to a stool, and sat. He drank, mingled, and was generally pleasant until the crowds started dying down, and Sion was one of the only people left in the bar. He had a notebook in front of him, and had been sketching out some new art pieces (while sipping B+ in a way that mixed elegance and elitism) when he heard another voice, and lifted his head.
"I can always do with a good chat," He answered, his own voice rather devoid of any sort of accent. He'd lived everywhere, and after a time, everything all seemed to blur together. Of course, he had just spent the last couple months in Paris, so French was on his mind. "Do you work here?"
For most of the evening, Theo had lingered back-of-house, wary of the thriving crowd that was sure to find its way to O+ this chilly Friday evening. He didn’t care to work the bar when there were so many demanding individuals barking their orders at him. He would gladly polish glasses and unload shipments for the rest of his shift.
The dying voices were a sign it was safe to come out and, carefully, he crept to the bar where only a few patrons sat. They were familiar faces that greeted him kindly. He returned their gestures with a timid smile and a nod of acknowledgment.
It was another customer that had caught his eye tonight — one he had seen before, he was certain, but had never paid any attention to previously. His lack of social interaction must have spurred his courage; he slowly sauntered forth to where the person sat at the bar, polishing a tall pint glass.
"Ya seem a bit lonely," he commented absent-mindedly, chancing a glance at the stranger, "Care for a chat?" He hoped the stranger might ignore his very formal British vocabulary, inherited from his parents, mixed with his strong New York accent. Sometimes, it sounded strange, even to his own ears.
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"I can't stop it." || A Gionne AU
It had been a difficult few years. A time of wandering through empty halls, and empty streets. Where many saw life, Sion only saw death. A gaping, hungry nothing that followed him wherever he went. It bit at his ankles whenever he slowed down, pushing him further and further away from his true home.
Elisaveta had left them in the autumn, on the very day that summer put her warm crown to rest, and relented to the harsh winter. It had rained the days preceding her inevitable death, though the day of, it hard just been windy and cold. With one hand, Lis held tightly onto Sion's, and with the other, she swirled around the blood in her bath. "You're being so unruly, Sion, truly. Stop pouting, its unbecoming." She'd said, rolling her eyes at him, her eyelashes flaked with gold. Her skin was so pale that she looked far more white than marble. She was becoming translucent. A celestial being, no longer made for this earth. "Why should this world keep us forever?"
The transformation was scaring Scarlet, in ways that almost all could tell. She very rarely met Lis' eyes in those last couple years. Most likely being Elisaveta spend most of it raving, screaming until glass shattered; tearing at art, and braking mirrors. It was coming to a close, and she could tell. In a way, Sion knew that she was reveling in it. The attention. Kai and Anya came more frequently, like a mortal might visit their dying loved ones. There had been a note in the air, beneath all the games. Death was coming, its cold, uncaring fingers wrapped around Elisaveta's throat.
Sion almost never left her side. A fact that had gotten more irritating in the last few days. How could Lis plan her surprise with him hovering? Scarlet was making herself scarce. Mostly because Lis spent the majority of her time in a blood bath, or laying upon a throne of makeshift bodies that she'd made in the last week. Openly, and without any hints of subtly, Lis had snatched the men and women off the streets. High profiles and low profiles alike. She was making a scene.
Giving her statement to the world.
She was a vampire, and no longer would she be ignored.
Because Sion wasn't about to let Lis' frivolity effect Scarlet, he kept her at an arms length. She was updated, and most days she would visit for a time, but Sion was harsh about it. She couldn't be seen entering their building. She couldn't be seen around the scene of Lis' crimes. All of it had put a strain on their relationship. Once close siblings, now simply progeny.
Sion had held Lis' hand as she lay in the bath, until finally, Lis had had enough. "I've already said goodbye. I've already written my wills. I've already written my biographies, you old sentimental. Now it is done. Let's be done with it." She tapped imatiently on the rim of the bath, and then suddenly, Sion could hear Scarlet shouting. Her voice mingled with Kai's, and then silence. "Well? Do it now. You gave your life to death from me, and I stole you back. You have to return that life Sion. And you have to do it now." He was shaking his head. His whole body was shaking, but Lis was still. She was marble. As cold and furious as a statue. "NOW."
He did it. The wood splintering off in his hand as he shoved it down, and then Lis was quiet. Sion stood, shaking so very badly. He stumbled a bit, over the bodies spread out in the room. Lis' scene. Her last act.
The humans would come in, and they would find her. The famed serial killer. The vampire, staked in a bath of blood, mounted on a pile of her victims. She would be legendary. Immortal.
The Mighty had fallen.
Your crooked love is just a pyramid scheme
And I'm dizzy on dreams (and I'm dizzy on dreams)
But if you ask me two's a whole lot lonelier than one
B-baby we should have left our love in the gutter where we found it
(Gutter where we found it)
'Cause you think, you think your only crime is that you got caught
Sion had thought that he'd prepared himself. Surely, he had been ready. But no. No years of planning could undo what he'd done. In the beginning, after the end, it had been Scar who kept her distance. A forced solitude so that Sion would know the weight of the pain that he'd caused her. And then, as she'd come back, her anger dissipated with the many, many years, it had been Sion who had grown distant. Removed from society, and their family, almost entirely. Who were the Gionnes, after all, without Elisaveta?
It had been years since the Vampire had spoken with his sister. Years since he'd done anything except feed and live in the day to day. His mind cloudy and untouchable by the outside world. Living, dizzy on dreams of his maker, and his family long lost.
In many ways, Sion wanted very little to do with his Sister. Two was a whole lot lonelier than one, after all. She was a memory, one woven together with his memories of Elisaveta, a cruel thread. Thinking of her came emotions that Sion had long decided to forget, as weepy as he was in his old age. She had progeny now, he knew. Occasionally, he'd get a voice mail on his long-outdated phone. "I know you said not to call unless I'm dying," she would start, before going on about her knew life, and how it reflected their old. Even little Anya had progeny. The growing family of Gionnes.
Had he been a different man, it might have all seemed strange to him, that in many ways, his sister was outliving him. But this Sion was a shadow of his former self. A ghost, wandering among spirits. Truly undead. Perhaps, like Elisaveta before him, Sion would become see-through, until he was not but glass. An art piece with double fangs.
He looked down at his phone, and then let it slip from his hands, until it fell into the river. Back in Boston, where the pain had truly started. And then, ever Elisaveta's shadow. He fell.
For there was nothing keeping him together.
The Mighty Fall || Fall Out Boy
#scar#lis#au#drabble#there isnt much dialog sorry!#its just a depressing sion story#posting this at 3 am forgive me for errors and general nonsense
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"Though surely, you'd make time for your uncle?" Such pleasantries felt odd upon his lips, but Sion uttered them the same, ever gallant. He extended his arm subtly, implying that they could embrace, should Anya want it. To make her feel uncomfortable was the last thing Sion wanted to do.
"Oh…I’m just waiting…"
"My aunt is meeting me…"
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