Bunnbunz3
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From a young age, there had only been one goal that really stood out to Matthias Wesly. Unlike many of the other goals, this particular one wasn’t something forced upon him by his family. It had no need for the traditional violence and bloodshed that was worshiped throughout the generations of his ancestors. This goal was strengthened by the pure thirst for freedom and an insatiable yearning for a life without his family’s responsibilities. The time to make this dream a reality had finally come into play on his twenty-fifth birthday. It was also supposed to be the day his little brother Lance would start his initiation into the Crescent Moonlight Clan.
The ceremony of getting initiated is a brutal year long tradition that starts at the age of eighteen years old. Once you were eighteen, you were expected to be given your first trial; which was one step closer to being a warrior of the clan. The trials were ruthless and made you question your morals or decisions. It was supposed to be a way to desensitise any compassion you had for the monsters we call vampires. Having been put through those trials, Matthias knew just what Lance was going to be up against. There was no way that he’d see Lance’s innocence disappear first hand. Even though he had tried to convince Lance many times to leave with him, Lance would reject his offer; he was always more into his family’s tradition than he was. Matthias knew the darkness that was tucked away in the fake rays of light that blinded many. He could never forget how that darkness made him feel and soon ran away to what he’d thought would free him from his family’s grasp.
Yet, who knew that running away without a plan would be so....frustrating?
Matthias growled under his breath in the cool rain that poured upon him. His breath was heavy and despite the hoodie that covered his head, Matthias’s dark brown hair was already fairly damp. His blazing hazel eyes scanned the apartment complex he now stood in front of, confirming that he had arrived at his destination. This was where he’d meet his roommate that he found from an AD online. The rent was decent and so was the apartment itself; at least, that’s what it seemed like from the photos. In the situation he was in at the moment, it really didn’t matter what he thought. That AD had been the only option that made itself convenient at that point in time. His desperation was definitely something that played into his factor of choosing his new living space.
In all honesty, he was kind of uncomfortable with the fact that his roommate was a woman. He had been living with men all his life. Dealing with five brothers is what he was used to. The only other two women in his life were his mother and his sister and even then, they confused the shit out of him. However, Matthias couldn’t be bothered to think of his own plight in rooming with a girl. He had to do whatever it took to get her to have him as a roommate. Even if it meant that he had to make a few lies about his background and who he was in order to be her roommate.
Whether she believed him or not was really important; the important thing was that she agreed to letting him be a potential roommate. In any other case, he was in a terrible mood and wanted to get inside as quickly as he could to get shelter from the rain. Matthias swung the door open, trying to control his immense strength from breaking it in the process. His hands dug themselves into the sleeves of his long black suit jacket that came over his light grey hoodie that kept his body warm and dry from the rain. A rather big duffel bag hung at his left hip with a strap coming across his chest and over his right shoulder. It looked pretty heavy but felt as light as a feather due to Matthias’s superhuman strength. Superhuman strength was probably the only good thing in his family’s lineage but even then, it had its downs. He shook his head as he let the hood fall and made his way to the elevators of the small complex while ignoring a small greeting from the receptionist at the front. Pushing the button, he waited for the elevator to descend as he tapped his white sneakers in his own rhythm of impatience.
The receptionist from afar raised an eyebrow at Matthias looking him over before commenting, “Seems like you didn’t have an umbrella mister.”
Matthias glanced to the side at her before crossing his arms in annoyance. “Yeah. I guess I forgot it.” he replied moodily.
The lady snorted, seeming to be amused by Matthias's answer and turned her head the other way. Turning his head and raising a brow, Matthias couldn’t help but glare at her.
“What?” The lady questioned, looking up once more and letting Matthias get a full view of her face now. She was a rather pretty looking woman with an obvious smug look on her face. Her eyes were a dark brown and her light brunette hair was tied up in a bun.
“The names Lily if you were wondering~.”
“I never asked.” Matthias looked away from her as the elevator beeped and opened. Lily chuckled, laying back in her office chair. Matthias’s eyes only looked forward as he hoped he could just get where he needed to be quickly and get done with the first impression that actually mattered. He was then greeted with an old frail woman, leaning on the cane that supported her weight. Sighing, Matthias stepped to the side waiting for her to walk out.
“Mrs. Harring! Out again this late at night?” The receptionist shouted, making him turn his attention toward the older woman. Her hair was grey and her features could have most assumed that she was in her late 60s. She was short and gave off a sort of calming aura. Mrs. Harring gave a weak chuckle as she moved with her cane.
“Yes, yes...so it seems. A woman’s work is never done, even at this age.” Mrs. Harring replied happily, giving a look at Matthias. “Why hello there. You seem like a new face.”
Matthias gave a weak smile trying his best to be respectful at the very least. “Yeah. I guess I’m renting out a place with-” he was soon cut off by a hard thud that came from the top of his head. Matthias winced as he moved his hands onto his head, realizing that the old hag just hit him with her cane.
“W-what the-”
“You guess or you know?” the old woman questioned.
“I-I...Ow! H-hey!”
He was then interrupted again by Mrs. Harring’s cane hitting him over and over again, not looking to stop. Lily’s voice echoed in the background, obviously laughing at the situation Matthias found himself in. Of course, this infuriated Matthias even more, making the fire in Matthias blaze even more.
“Hey!” Matthias snapped as he grabbed the cane, holding it in place so it wouldn’t move to hit him again. “Are you crazy?! You really do got some nerve you old hag! I’m already in a bad mood so don’t piss me off more than I already am!”
“Well then, I suppose that’s better.” Mrs. Harring said, looking hardly fazed by Matthias’s outburst. Matthias then developed a look of confusion as he hesitantly let go of Mrs. Harring’s cane.
“I prefer talking with an honest man then one with stupefied emotions or actions he can’t express clearly.” she continued to explain, seeming to be clearly unsatisfied with the outcome. “You seem like a boy who has a hard time making his own decisions. Not only that, but a boy who executes his plans and actions half assed.”
Matthias could only look at the old woman, flabbergasted with just how honest she was being. He was at a loss for words, trying to figure out if he should laugh or scream in rage.
“A young man who is apparently drenched by the rain and has barely any luggage is either a man who makes childish mistakes, or is a man who is down on his luck. But it seems like it might be both. A word of caution young man…” the woman lowered her cane and tapped it on the ground before continuing, “being wet can lead to catching a rather bothersome cold.”
Matthias raised a brow as Mrs. Harring smirked, making a soft chuckle. The old woman walked by him, leaving Matthias lost in his jumbled thoughts of confusion, anger, and amusement. The elevator doors started closing, making his head snap back. He lunged at the doors, stopping the doors from shutting just in time. Sighing in relief, he finally stepped inside and pressed a button to move the elevator to the second floor. Soon, he was left with just his thoughts as the elevator started to move up.
“What a weird old hag. The fact she had the guts to speak her mind really made my blood boil. Saying that I half ass things and that I'm indecisive isn't something that should have come out of an old lady’s mouth. A stranger at that!” he muttered, giving another sigh as he let his back press up against the back wall of the elevator. Thinking back to what she had said, he couldn’t deny the honesty in her words. It was as if she had read him like a book. Was he really that obvious?
His family was always in control of his life and this was the first time he was doing what he truly wanted. It was true that he never did listen to his family’s traditions even though he was punished many, many times. Even after being punished, his strong will made it hard for the punishments to actually “teach” him something. Always being labeled as a troublemaker, he always did things that fought back the family traditions but never made any real difference.
Running away was also a way he rebelled. It was true that this wasn’t the first time he ran away. Having done it many times, his family always reminded him just how shackled he was to them and just how different being in a world without vampires and vampire hunters really was. In the end, he always came back defeated and empty handed. It was humiliating and he was sick of it. This time it would be different…
This time, he would break free from them for good.
The elevator beeped, making him snap back into reality, watching the doors open to a hallway. Matthias walked out and through the hallway, looking for the apartment number to his soon to be roommate’s apartment. He felt bad for showing up without having called first but his phone was dead and he didn't have time before leaving his family to charge it. At least they had made a time in which he would arrive and meet with her. It had seemed like night time worked out for both of them.
He eventually came to a stop and faced a door with the number 127 on the plaque that was bolted onto it. His hand raised, firmly knocking on the door as he shifted his weight to his right.
The ceremony of getting initiated is a brutal year long tradition that starts at the age of eighteen years old. Once you were eighteen, you were expected to be given your first trial; which was one step closer to being a warrior of the clan. The trials were ruthless and made you question your morals or decisions. It was supposed to be a way to desensitise any compassion you had for the monsters we call vampires. Having been put through those trials, Matthias knew just what Lance was going to be up against. There was no way that he’d see Lance’s innocence disappear first hand. Even though he had tried to convince Lance many times to leave with him, Lance would reject his offer; he was always more into his family’s tradition than he was. Matthias knew the darkness that was tucked away in the fake rays of light that blinded many. He could never forget how that darkness made him feel and soon ran away to what he’d thought would free him from his family’s grasp.
Yet, who knew that running away without a plan would be so....frustrating?
Matthias growled under his breath in the cool rain that poured upon him. His breath was heavy and despite the hoodie that covered his head, Matthias’s dark brown hair was already fairly damp. His blazing hazel eyes scanned the apartment complex he now stood in front of, confirming that he had arrived at his destination. This was where he’d meet his roommate that he found from an AD online. The rent was decent and so was the apartment itself; at least, that’s what it seemed like from the photos. In the situation he was in at the moment, it really didn’t matter what he thought. That AD had been the only option that made itself convenient at that point in time. His desperation was definitely something that played into his factor of choosing his new living space.
In all honesty, he was kind of uncomfortable with the fact that his roommate was a woman. He had been living with men all his life. Dealing with five brothers is what he was used to. The only other two women in his life were his mother and his sister and even then, they confused the shit out of him. However, Matthias couldn’t be bothered to think of his own plight in rooming with a girl. He had to do whatever it took to get her to have him as a roommate. Even if it meant that he had to make a few lies about his background and who he was in order to be her roommate.
Whether she believed him or not was really important; the important thing was that she agreed to letting him be a potential roommate. In any other case, he was in a terrible mood and wanted to get inside as quickly as he could to get shelter from the rain. Matthias swung the door open, trying to control his immense strength from breaking it in the process. His hands dug themselves into the sleeves of his long black suit jacket that came over his light grey hoodie that kept his body warm and dry from the rain. A rather big duffel bag hung at his left hip with a strap coming across his chest and over his right shoulder. It looked pretty heavy but felt as light as a feather due to Matthias’s superhuman strength. Superhuman strength was probably the only good thing in his family’s lineage but even then, it had its downs. He shook his head as he let the hood fall and made his way to the elevators of the small complex while ignoring a small greeting from the receptionist at the front. Pushing the button, he waited for the elevator to descend as he tapped his white sneakers in his own rhythm of impatience.
The receptionist from afar raised an eyebrow at Matthias looking him over before commenting, “Seems like you didn’t have an umbrella mister.”
Matthias glanced to the side at her before crossing his arms in annoyance. “Yeah. I guess I forgot it.” he replied moodily.
The lady snorted, seeming to be amused by Matthias's answer and turned her head the other way. Turning his head and raising a brow, Matthias couldn’t help but glare at her.
“What?” The lady questioned, looking up once more and letting Matthias get a full view of her face now. She was a rather pretty looking woman with an obvious smug look on her face. Her eyes were a dark brown and her light brunette hair was tied up in a bun.
“The names Lily if you were wondering~.”
“I never asked.” Matthias looked away from her as the elevator beeped and opened. Lily chuckled, laying back in her office chair. Matthias’s eyes only looked forward as he hoped he could just get where he needed to be quickly and get done with the first impression that actually mattered. He was then greeted with an old frail woman, leaning on the cane that supported her weight. Sighing, Matthias stepped to the side waiting for her to walk out.
“Mrs. Harring! Out again this late at night?” The receptionist shouted, making him turn his attention toward the older woman. Her hair was grey and her features could have most assumed that she was in her late 60s. She was short and gave off a sort of calming aura. Mrs. Harring gave a weak chuckle as she moved with her cane.
“Yes, yes...so it seems. A woman’s work is never done, even at this age.” Mrs. Harring replied happily, giving a look at Matthias. “Why hello there. You seem like a new face.”
Matthias gave a weak smile trying his best to be respectful at the very least. “Yeah. I guess I’m renting out a place with-” he was soon cut off by a hard thud that came from the top of his head. Matthias winced as he moved his hands onto his head, realizing that the old hag just hit him with her cane.
“W-what the-”
“You guess or you know?” the old woman questioned.
“I-I...Ow! H-hey!”
He was then interrupted again by Mrs. Harring’s cane hitting him over and over again, not looking to stop. Lily’s voice echoed in the background, obviously laughing at the situation Matthias found himself in. Of course, this infuriated Matthias even more, making the fire in Matthias blaze even more.
“Hey!” Matthias snapped as he grabbed the cane, holding it in place so it wouldn’t move to hit him again. “Are you crazy?! You really do got some nerve you old hag! I’m already in a bad mood so don’t piss me off more than I already am!”
“Well then, I suppose that’s better.” Mrs. Harring said, looking hardly fazed by Matthias’s outburst. Matthias then developed a look of confusion as he hesitantly let go of Mrs. Harring’s cane.
“I prefer talking with an honest man then one with stupefied emotions or actions he can’t express clearly.” she continued to explain, seeming to be clearly unsatisfied with the outcome. “You seem like a boy who has a hard time making his own decisions. Not only that, but a boy who executes his plans and actions half assed.”
Matthias could only look at the old woman, flabbergasted with just how honest she was being. He was at a loss for words, trying to figure out if he should laugh or scream in rage.
“A young man who is apparently drenched by the rain and has barely any luggage is either a man who makes childish mistakes, or is a man who is down on his luck. But it seems like it might be both. A word of caution young man…” the woman lowered her cane and tapped it on the ground before continuing, “being wet can lead to catching a rather bothersome cold.”
Matthias raised a brow as Mrs. Harring smirked, making a soft chuckle. The old woman walked by him, leaving Matthias lost in his jumbled thoughts of confusion, anger, and amusement. The elevator doors started closing, making his head snap back. He lunged at the doors, stopping the doors from shutting just in time. Sighing in relief, he finally stepped inside and pressed a button to move the elevator to the second floor. Soon, he was left with just his thoughts as the elevator started to move up.
“What a weird old hag. The fact she had the guts to speak her mind really made my blood boil. Saying that I half ass things and that I'm indecisive isn't something that should have come out of an old lady’s mouth. A stranger at that!” he muttered, giving another sigh as he let his back press up against the back wall of the elevator. Thinking back to what she had said, he couldn’t deny the honesty in her words. It was as if she had read him like a book. Was he really that obvious?
His family was always in control of his life and this was the first time he was doing what he truly wanted. It was true that he never did listen to his family’s traditions even though he was punished many, many times. Even after being punished, his strong will made it hard for the punishments to actually “teach” him something. Always being labeled as a troublemaker, he always did things that fought back the family traditions but never made any real difference.
Running away was also a way he rebelled. It was true that this wasn’t the first time he ran away. Having done it many times, his family always reminded him just how shackled he was to them and just how different being in a world without vampires and vampire hunters really was. In the end, he always came back defeated and empty handed. It was humiliating and he was sick of it. This time it would be different…
This time, he would break free from them for good.
The elevator beeped, making him snap back into reality, watching the doors open to a hallway. Matthias walked out and through the hallway, looking for the apartment number to his soon to be roommate’s apartment. He felt bad for showing up without having called first but his phone was dead and he didn't have time before leaving his family to charge it. At least they had made a time in which he would arrive and meet with her. It had seemed like night time worked out for both of them.
He eventually came to a stop and faced a door with the number 127 on the plaque that was bolted onto it. His hand raised, firmly knocking on the door as he shifted his weight to his right.