Their plane was going to leave in about a hour and Damien was running alittle behind. He was running around his room, trying to get his things together and already the car outside was parked to take him to the air port. Marcus was just going to met him their and the driver had been waiting for the past ten minutes.

Finally, Damien had gotten everything together and he rushed downstairs and put his bags into the cab before getting in. The driver took him to the airport and he had about twenty-five minutes to find Marcus inside.

He looked around, wondering where Marcus was and finally spotted the man. He walked over to him, giving him a kiss and smiled. Sorry I am late. He said.

They got on the plane, they were riding in first class of course. He sat down beside of Marcus and was talking with his maker. They arrived in London near night time, which was the perfect time for them to go out and have some fun. A driver who was waiting for them took their bags and drove the two vampires to a large house that Marcus owned.

Once they got there, Damien found a old room he used to stay in and changed out of his cloths and into more party cloths. He didn't bother knocking when he went to Marcus room and hugged the man from behind. So what are we going to do first? He asked.

Marcus had made all the necessary arrangements for their little trip to London. He'd even had someone make sure the house was clean of dust before they would arrive. Honestly though, he was kind of excited to bring Damien back there as it was a chance to get a little away from the boring school, without leaving his lover behind with no explanation again.

Dressed in a fine suit, the vampire had already checked in what little luggage he had and was gazing out the windows when Damien kissed him. "I was starting to worry you'd changed your mind," he said quietly, glad that they were good to go. There were only two things he absolutely didn't tolerate if Damien was going to remain with him and so far, it worked well. He didn't want Damien reading his mind, and his fledgeling knew very well that it was best to avoid it, and he hated when people didn't call if they weren't going to show.

The flight was remarkably forgettable. Over the years, ever since he'd realized planes weren't scary at all, he'd been on too many flights to really think more about them as long as nothing happened. They were the last people to board the plane and the first ones off, free drinks, a choice as far as in flight meals went and plenty of room. Just looking at the regular seats made him want to eat half the plane to make it less stuffy, so he'd never even considered sinking to that level.

Marcus directed the driver to bring his bag to the master suite. Sure, Damien might've found his old room, but that didn't mean he would get much use of it. He had just finished putting away his clothes when he felt himself get hugged from behind. Loosening his tie, he chuckled slightly and leaned into the touch. "I can think of a few things, but I want to take you out for dinner first." For some reason, flying, no matter how short, made him famished. He didn't keep pets around the house when he wasn't there either, so they had to go out and get something. Maybe they could try something new.

Turning around, he lovingly stroked Damien's cheek before placing a chaste kiss on his lips. "I'm really glad you agreed to come you know."

He smiled some at what Marcus was suggesting to. He had been in this room many, many times in the past and usually it was Marcus and him rolling around underneath the sheets. Once Marcus turned around, he kissed him back and leaned his head into the others touch.

I am to.... He said and walked away from Marcus over to the big bed.

He lightly ran his finger tips over the covers and smiled up at Marcus before saying. There's so many memories in this bed... He said in a somewhat teasing voice.

It was very distracting to watch Damien run his finger tips over the covers like that and speaking in such a teasing voice. He'd really like nothing more than to spend this time away just revisiting the past and stay in bed the whole while with Damien, but they had to be practical. Just because they were back in his house, didn't mean they could forget about everything else.

"We should get going," he murmured wrapped his arms around Damien, holding him close. "While we're here, make sure you don't let your guard down," he said quietly, to make sure Damien understood the seriousness of his message. They were there to enjoy themselves, sure, but they also had to keep their guard up to make sure nothing unspeakable could happen or an old enemy find them.

"I have a table waiting for us," he chuckled. Sure, they wouldn't actually be eating food, but they would be served a few drinks heavily laced with blood and get reacquainted with the society.

He did wonder if Marcus would actually just spend the night with him in bed, or they would keep to their plans and go out to reconnect with the vampire society he had left behind all those centuries ago. When he left Europe, he headed to Somber Falls and lived their for about two centuries and never really kept in touch or went to any special parties that the vampire society was hosting.

He smiled some once Marcus arms were around him. What Marcus said next though made his smile disappear, he noticed the seriousness in the mans tone and wondered what he had meant by that. He looked up to Marcus with a confused expression, blinking his blue eye and gave the man a questionable look.

Okay... He said softly and just return the gesture with a small smile.

What did Marcus mean by that. He didn't dare read the mans mind and turned his attention back to Marcus and asked. Why do I need to be on guard? He asked.

It had never been his intentions to frighten the younger vampire by what he was saying. Though he was sure Damien was truly far from being frightened, heck he was probably mostly confused and wondering why on earth Marcus was acting all paranoid all of a sudden. Truth be told, he had no way of knowing whether or not his enemies would be there, but he had quite a few people who wanted him dead by now.

"I have some enemies that would love a chance to take away something precious, and they might just try to use you," he said, still remaining rather quiet when he was speaking. "The last thing I want is for you to get hurt," he buried his face in Damien's neck and kissed it lovingly.

Nothing would happen to Damien while they were together, he'd see to that, but it never hurt to be too careful. He would hurt whoever tried to lay their hands on Damien, he'd grown too attached again to younger vampire. Still nuzzling Damien's neck, he decided it was time to get back to enjoy their time away, so he kissed the vampire roughly.

By the time he broke the kiss he didn't want to go outside anymore, but he wanted to really give Damien a treat, so he guided him towards the door to the car that had been waiting outside for a while. "I would like nothing more than to stay in with you all night, but I need to do some things before I can just get lost in you."

It wasn't surprising to him that Marcus could have some enemies. The man was centuries upon centuries years old and he wasn't exactly a push over......in fact the man was down right manipulative, conniving and even cold hearted.

He blinked his curious blue eyes, leaning his head back into the touch with a small smile. I'm precious to you? He said in a questionable tone.

Although he knew Marcus seem to care very much towards him, he never would think that Marcus would find him precious to him. He wondered who these enemies were and how on earth they would even be able to restrain him. Damien could control someones mind, course he had to touch them which was the only draw back to his power and he could control the four elements.

The rough kiss was a wonderful surprise, he kissed back and wanted nothing more now than to jump into bed with the much older vampire. He looked alittle disappointed that it hadn't changed Marcus mind and just nodded, following Marcus out and sigh.

Do we really have to go and hang out with some stuck up vampires? He asked and pouted some. Especially the older vampires....there nothing but perverts. He added.

The only ones that could make Marcus change his mind about anything were his fledgelings, and for some that wasn't good enough. Hopefully the older vampires in town would just let bygones be bygones for now and leave them be, the last thing he wanted was to open old wounds. But some might take this opportunity to get even.

At the question of whether or not Damien was precious to him, Marcus chuckled. "I thought that would've been obvious by now," he murmured. It wasn't often that he went on these whimsical trips, and he only ever brought people he wanted to spend more time with as long as it wasn't a business trip. Then again, Damien had been on his own for quite some time.

"It would be very disrespectful of me not to go out, at least for a short while. And I want this opportunity to show you off a little, before we can return home and not go anywhere for the rest of our stay if that's what you'd like," he was just being honest though. There were people that would be upset and angry if they knew he was in town and didn't stop by first thing and spend some money. Some were old friends, others merely acquaintances, but he owed them at least that much. Besides, it might be fun to see the newborns and newly rich try to get by in places for vampires where the guests were generally a bit older than the average small town.

"It might be fun," he added rather reluctantly and couldn't help but to kiss Damien again once they were in the back of the car. "You're too addictive for your own good," he whispered once he broke the kiss, almost wishing he'd taken Damien up on staying in all night instead.

Marcus showing him off was very flattering, but that only lead to some unwanted attention from the other vampires. Course none of the younger vampires ever tried anything, but the elder ones were the ones that got alittle to touchy feely for his liking and Marcus did get upset, but he never tried to actually stop them.

He kissed him back and sigh softly at being called to addicting for his own good. That's the bad thing about showing me off to.... He mumbled.

Damien felt like a kid who was going to the supermarket with their mother when all they want to do was stay home and play around. He didn't want to be gawked at and that always happened when Marcus had to be polite and keep up appearances.

He just laid his head back against the seat now, feeling the car start up and they drove to their destination. Once the car stopped in-front of a large mansion looking building, his door was opened and he got out with Marcus and stayed close to the mans side.

If it truly had been up to Marcus, he wouldn't have dragged Damien around that day, showing him off. Sure, he loved to show off his conquests at these places, but Damien was much more precious and some of the others would recognize him from when he was new. Hopefully they'd keep their hands off him as Marcus knew he could get a little jealous. What Damien did when they were not together was his business, but when they were at the same place to the same time, he wanted the younger vampire all to himself.

"But it has to be done," he sighed softly and relaxed against the seat as well, until the car stopped in front of their destination. They were actually going to a relatively good friend of his. For some reason, the vampire they were heading to now had bought the large mansion and transformed parts of it into a club of sorts for vampires as a way to keep in touch with the society. It was a great idea, and there were no neighbors in the immediate area to question the nightly guests.

Once they got out of the car, he wrapped an arm around Damien's waist and kept him close, clearly stating that he belonged to Marcus. Walking like that into the mansion, he couldn't help but smiled politely once they were in the lounge area at the owner of said Mansion. Bringing Damien along, they exchanged a few pleasantries and Damien was gawked at a bit before he brought his lover to the bar and ordered a glass of O-neg, looking to Damien to ask what he wanted. It was a drink that would be satisfactory, if not expensive as the place they were at dealt with live donors and thus had to be careful not to drain too much at once, even if they had a few humans at hand with the same blood type.

"People are staring at you," he whispered very quietly and possessively into Damien's ear, making it clear he didn't want him to give them any attention right now.

Damien knew he was being gawked at. A few of the elder vampires just smirked at the blue eyed vampire and what they were thinking made Damien alittle sick to his stomach. He hated being around elder vampires, they were nothing but sneaky ass perverts towards him. When he was first changed and Marcus liked to show Damien off, he got alot of unwanted attention from vampire that knew Marcus very well and did this behind the mans back.

He felt a arm wrapped around his waist, clearly being stated that he belonged solely to Marcus. Course he didn't like to be thought of as property, but right now he would rather have these vampires know that the only one that was allowed to touch him was Marcus.

He stayed quite as Marcus and another vampire exchanged a few pleasantries, looking around the place and glared at the vampires who's lustful thoughts and stares made him want to rip their eyeballs out. Once they were at the bar, he ordered a simply bloody Mary and shivered some at what Marcus whispered, hearing the possessiveness in the mans voice.

Well I am quite the beauty here. He whispered back in a teasing voice and chuckled at what he said.

It was probably for the best that he kept his arm possessively around Damien, at the very least he might get avoid people actually trying any funny business with his fledgeling. He knew his friends hadn't always been good at keeping their attention away from the beauty, but he knew they wouldn't dare to try anything now that he was taking extra good care of Damien.

"You are indeed," he chuckled. Drinking some of the contents of his glass, he noticed a vampire he really didn't like the idea of running into and turned them both around to find someplace to sit where the redhead wouldn't come disturb them. It was one thing to worry about old friends gawking at Damien, another thing entirely to worry about what an old lover was doing right where they were.

Tilting Damien's head slightly, he placed a gentle kiss on his lips and sighed softly. He didn't want any drama and couldn't for the life of him understand why she was there to begin with. She was just a fraction of his age, even younger than Damien, but she knew her way around things and how to get people to do what she wanted. Maybe that was why she was drinking alone?

Drinking the rest of the glass of blood, he placed it on the bar and kept his attention solely on Damien.



Alice had traveled to meet up with an old friend, quite unaware that she'd run into an old lover at that. Her business in London wasn't over quite yet, but that didn't mean she couldn't use this opportunity to catch up with the man. Regardless of how fond he was of showing off the vampire on his arm like a peace of candy.

Once she was sure that he'd noticed her, she walked up to him and wrapped her arms around Marcus, chuckling slightly when she felt him tense so completely. "Oh love, how long has it been?" she said, quite cheerful really. She wanted to make him tick, and when she was at his side, she studied Damien quite intently. "I can't say I've seen you quite this possessive in a while, Anthony."

Though she had no feelings for the man anymore, she still enjoyed to get a rise out of him whenever they crossed paths. Sure that, and Talbot rewarded her kindly for whatever she got out of him.

Damien tried not to make any eye contact with any of the other vampires that were staring at him, he tried to keep his attention on his drink and of course Marcus. He smiled some at what Marcus said and was now being moved to a more private table. Damien didn't think anything of the move and kissed Marcus back.

It wasn't until a red headed female approached their table did he cocked an eyebrow at her actions. Marcus visibly tensed at her suddenly presence and wondered if his maker had moved them because he didn't want to associate or be seen with this red headed stranger. He watched the scene play out and narrowed his blue eyes at the woman at what she said and even called Marcus by another name.

Whats it to you if he is? He asked, crossing his arms and stared intently at the woman.

Of all the people to run into in London, Marcus really hadn't expected to run into Alice, and certainly not to learn what exactly she was thinking running around calling him by his middle name. Until he knew what she wanted he just shook his head slightly at Damien, to tell him to not try anything with her. Sometimes it didn't matter how old she was, she was rather quite skilled for her young years.

"Alice, why don't you join us for a drink? You're already here and you can get properly acquainted with Damien?" He was of course being overly polite. He'd like nothing more than for her to disappear, but as it was he had to entertain her so she wouldn't cause a scene which she was so good at.

"Damien, was it? It's none of my business at all, really, I've just never seen your boyfriend here so affectionate before," she giggled and brought her drink down on the table as she took a free chair. "Don't mind if I do love, I'd really like to study your lover for a moment. Quite the special little eye candy, isn't he?" If she studied him enough, she might just learn what he was all about and how to learn what was so special about him that made her insides tickle with a burning curiosity.

"Don't suppose you are going to tell us what you're doing here?" He said and pulled a hand through his hair, wanting a lot more answers that he cared to try to get out of Alice without them being alone in a room. It was clear though that there was nothing he could do to get rid of her just yet as she just chuckled at his question and shook her head.

Damien didn't want to get acquainted with her, although he was very curious as to who she was and what she wanted and what kind of relationship she used to have with Marcus....but knowing his maker it was more likely a very sexual one and having some old flame suddenly appear while they were on vacation wasn't Damien's cup of tea.

When Marcus simply invited her to have a drink with him, he knew the man was being overly polite and he wanted to just return to his very rude self. Unlike Marcus, he didn't really care if people thought he was sophisticated or not and did have words and a mind that he liked to use.

He finally got up now, slamming his hands on the table and glared at both the vampires for a moment. Do I look like I am some damn exhibit...want to study me you can study my ass as I leave. He said and just stormed off.

He couldn't believe that Marcus would just tell some stranger who was obviously just trying to get some sick rise out of his maker. He walked back to the bar, ordering a strong drink that was laced with blood. A elder vampire had noticed him alone and made his way over, flirting and even lightly running his finger tips along Damiens cheek as he complimented on how pretty he was.