Jeremiah had to laugh. Ember was just being, well, Ember. I dunno, kiss me? That statement sent Jere into a giggle fit. He should have known better than to freak out on the poor guy. Seemed like it he had been through Hell and back, then took a second trip. Slow recovery, but Jeremiah knew Ember would be whole... Eventually.

Surprise showed on his face as Ember shifted and pulled him on top of his skinny body. Feeling the bones of the other man made Jeremiah cringe. He's really let himself go... He thought but smiled. I will help him heal.   He kissed the other man back; the time for healing was now. Well, the beginning of the process of healing starts now.

The need to move on with his life was obvious, Jeremiah was very aware of that notion. “Hey, we can talk about it later, if you want? No pressure.” Resting did sound nice, just laying here together, having this moment of peace.

Another statement sank in: You know I’m crazy... Hehehe, weren’t we all?

Jere rested his head on Ember’s shoulder and looked up with sparkling green eyes, happiness seeming to return their now that everyone’s feelings were in the open. He would care for this crazy angel, this sadistic lover.

Though laying there sounded nice and all, Jeremiah fidgeted a bit, looking around the room. His stomach gave an obnoxious growl and he smashed his face into Ember’s chest and laughed. “Forgive me, love, I haven’t eaten all day. And now that things seemed to be returning to normal, my appetite has come back...” He trailed off, hoping Ember hadn’t noticed how loosely his clothes fit, though his muscles were still well defined.

He stayed, though laying comfortably, not leaving him for fear of separation anxiety.
Obsessed much, just a little?

Some had to just be sure and walk through Hell a second time. Stupid.
At least I know I ain't goin' back. The recovery was too slow in his opinion.
Once it got going, though, Ember had a feeling that many people were going to be very, very sorry.

In this, too, he was also a living example of what not to do.
A balance, slowly threading itself together.

He was sort of hurt at Jeremiah's expression at being close to him. So he was a little weatherbitten, and depression had caused him to forget to eat or to forget to want to. Ember knew he wasn't in the greatest of condition.
Probably the worst ever, but he was confident it wouldn't last. Ok, that wasn't exactly true. Life wasn't meant to be easy. Life was the stuff that the soul tried it's strength on.

He leaned up to kiss Jeremiah's mouth -- chuckling at the sound of his belly growling.

You go and get something to eat.. Being complete again sounds nice. Sorry -- I wasn't reading your mind. Your brain leaked.

He smirked at Jeremiah. Even if he was looking a little slender, Jeremiah was still very sexy to Ember.

Normal? What's normal?

Ember's eyes widened mischeviously. He nipped Jeremiah's nose, scowling at him playfully, already seeming like he was feeling better. He smooched him again and finally settled back into the pillows. Drowzy, he dozed a little. Experiencing a few visions, ones that he would keep silent about. It looked like that was what Ember needed to do, was just close his eyes in a safe environment and rest deeply for a few hours or more. Even though his sleep was dramatic and troubled, he didn't move at all. Not even a little bit, maybe except for the flick of a hand falling at the couch's side, giving jeremiah the ability to leave from laying on his chest.

Jeremiah kissed Ember back, eye closing, blush sharping to a new shade of red. God! How he was fascinated with this man. He sawa slight hurt on his face and grabbed Ember's hand and kissed it. "You're beautiful, my love," he said hoping to making smile.

Laughter exploded from Jere's mouth, "My brain leaked?! Good Lord..." He shifted a little to where his head rested on Ember's stomach and listened to talk.

Normal? What's normal?

If only Ember knew... Of the visions that Jeremiah had of his own deaths. Deaths, that's right lovies, at least three or four different suicides. He looked up at Ember and his expression was haunted. The look softened when Ember began to doze off. Those visions would not come true now, thanks to Jere's meandering in the streets at weird hours of the night and stumbling upon his lost love. Jere slowly raised himself off of Ember's body and the couch. Walking slowly, he turned for one last peek at Ember's resting form.

He smiled and disappeared in to the kitchen, suddenly craving vegetable soup and crackers.

Waking, he sat up slowly, and assessed the situation he was getting himself into. Damn fell asleep in my boots and e'rythin' ...

... Jeremiah?

His hunger was urgent, like a heroin addiction. Ember went into the bathroom, disappointed he didn't have anything on him.
The vampire with many other otherwordly attributes peered into the mirror, and brought his long locks over his shoulders. His green eyes stared back at him like simmering coals. He grasped the doorknob and opened it. Going to relight them, he had thoughts of returning to the night.

Oh Jeremiah, I'm leeeaving ....

There was a huge hunger to feed. He was starving.

He marched out of the house, changing into some form that was barely corporeal, a mist-like a static transmission for those that could see it .. Until he found his prey. He drank the blood of many, plunging his fangs into body after body, filling up the hunger of what seemed a thousand years. In combination of draining the blood, Ember laid his hands that were almost more human than human upon their heads and soared on their psychic energy.
He had tired of the foggy, disconnected state of mind, and rested at an outside table set up on the streets, feeling what had felt like a carcass begin to fill with life and energy, and it was almost overwhelming as it adjusted itself. He leapt off his temporary seat, and  found a cab by which he went to his former residence.

There wasn't much inside but junk and many broken things, wasted furniture and knife marks and blood stains. He was scarcely ever here, and none of the belongings were even really prized. Anything of worth had been shipped to the other house. Maybe it was the memories that drew him. They lingered in the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, and of course the bedrooms. Blood was in the bathroom in some places. The darkest bits of his aura permeated this place. He'd killed people in here.

Goddamn it son of a bitch gotta clean this shit up, motherfuck....

...the past that had laid sleeping. Memories of pain.
The pain that had been drilled into his heart was what had made him kill.
It felt like a whirlwind of visuals and auditory hallucinations curled around his brain, each one demanding his attention, and like a spider, he watched all at once.

I would probably scare the shit out of anybody that saw me right now.

Gas mask on, bleach in hand, he scrubbed away tiles and mirrors, no interest to be had in any 'discoveries' of drugs remaining.
He threw them away like any other trash. 

He pulled a leather bag from underneath the bed, chuckling to himself at how many lovers had invited him to stay with them.
He surely made no real problem in another's home. Keeping the situation permanent, that was another story.
The curse had caused it all to go horribly, horribly wrong. He tore different clothes from the closet. Reaching past vodka bottles and lost cigarette butts, he discovered more memories beneath the bed. His vampire face seeming squeamish in wonder at the pictures. At first he seemed enthralled by them, then he ripped them and found something he'd used for mixing. A stone bowl, tossing the memories inside, and set it alight. Portraits of Harlen were found, and he growled, shredding through canvas and wood with his bare hands, setting it on fire as he brought it outside. Music blared from a busted stereo as he did his strange, yet somehow therapeutic cleaning ritual.

Think I could burn this whole fuckin' house down and not even care,

He said, his voice thick and bitter.

Ridiculous, though. He could do something with it.
It was an absolute mess.
He trudged into the bathroom, pulling open drawers that had been raided for drugs and make-up many months ago.
He threw all of the garbage into a trashcan, majorly cleaning the place up. There were interesting traces of things, though with his checkered past there would be.
Finding boxes for the things he would keep but wouldn't take with him, he stored them in the bedroom.
It felt so good to feel renewed. He almost had the urge to pass out on that old couch. But he dragged the burn pile outside, laying it in one big heap as he set flaming bits of newspaper on top. Once it was burning pretty well, he went inside and finished packing and cleaning. The burn pile to ashes, he strode out of the front door, bag in tow.

He loaded up the car, sitting there staring at the place for a moment.
For once, others opinions entered his mind. He knew he was fucked up. Almost perfectly in a way.
He was still so young, though. And he had his reasons.
And he didn't care. In this nomadic, limbo ... occasionally symbiotic ... he had found trust.
Ember ended up falling asleep in the car. He's gonna think I've run off ... He chuckled, pulling out of the driveway, slipping on some sunglasses.

He pulled a heavy coat from the back seat and walked to the door, knocking on it, bag in hand. He smiled mischievously at Jeremiah, pulling the glasses down slightly.
Ember looked down at his right hand, and noticed the eye, for just a moment, awake, aware, alert ..interesting.. blinking he looked to Jeremiah. No one else would see it. No one else would notice it. But he had. It was actually formed in the lines of his palm.

[OOC Moderation: I'm sick of unreadable red. Stop it. If I can't read your posts for moderation then I'll delete them. Last warning.]

Jeremiah couldn't have been happier. The love of his life was back, his appetite was back... Shit was gettin' back to normal. Before it was like all the color was drained from his life. The semblance of normalcy was astounding. Cooking in his kitchen was still shocking, dancin' and prancin' and cooking and such. Amazin'.

He was doing just that when he heard Ember shout and slam the door. "What the fu-?!" was all he got out when he realized Ember was gone. The male just stood there, dumbfounded, mouth agape. Jere Bear just couldn't believe it. It wasn't until he blinked that he even realized he was on his knees on the floor crying. I won't believe it, I won't!! I'm so overreacting...

Right? He had to be. He had to remind himself that Ember was a vampire and he had to feed. But shit...

For what seemed likes he stayed on the floor until he heard ruckus outside his door. Opening it and seeing who it was made his jaw hit the floor.  "Wha-wha-what?" he stuttered. tears Drying on his face now. Separation anxiety much.. What the fuck, brah? Who the fuck fo you think you are, scaryin' the shit out of me like that?

Thoughts like that flew through Jeremiah's head, but his lips just flapped; open and closed, open and closed. He grabbed Ember by his collar with both hands and dragged him inside, closed the door somehow and slammed Ember against the wall. His eyec could have looked like he was furious but, he kissed the other man full on the mouth and wrapped himself around him.  He pulled his face away slightly breathless, eyes shining with some kind of inner chaos. He was so used being alone, or owned and beaten.. This shit Ember was pulling was tearing at his heart strings.

"You nearly killed me just now, for the second time..." he whispered, before collapsing to the floor in a heap of well muscled sadness. Not crying again, just really upset.

I'm really confused. Killed you? What did I even do?

He asked, confusion in his voice and he was completely oblivious. All he'd known was that he was hungry, and he had left 'cause he'd felt like he was dead when he'd woke up after the few hour long motorcycle ride. He was soaring on the psychic energy of the ones he'd fed off of. He appeared so human, his flesh with pink, red and tan hues. His lips were a deep natural red, and his eyes were piercing in their greenness, the colour of a lily pad, visible once he'd taken off the mirrored glasses. He dropped his bag beside him after Jeremiah rammed his mouth against his, still a bit confused, though he held him in return and he kissed Jeremiah back, rolling the skull barbelled tongue against Jeremiah's.

Ember smelled food all over the other man, and with curiosity he wondered what exactly he'd been up to.  The look on Ember's face was total bewilderment. The street runner didn't understand one bit. He hated what he was doing to Jeremiah and he didn't even know what it was. Ember knelt down beside him, not really having realized he'd been slammed into a wall. It hadn't really seemed to have effected him much either, the slender, snake-like man. The emotion pouring out of Jeremiah was astounding and he had no idea why there was so much of it, so much hurt and pain. He had grabbed onto Jeremiah's shoulders, not wanting it to escalate any further ... He didn't feel like fighting, not at all.

... You saw how I was before. Stressed... and hungry,

He said, feeling like some otherworldly monster. He diverted his eyes, clasping his own two hands.
Accidentally upsetting Jeremiah twice now in less than twenty-four hours, well ...  his lips formed into a pout.

Ember wondered it had to be something beside him, right? He couldn't be the sole reason for Jeremiah's upset.  Studying the look in his eye, it was hard to tell. Ember frowned sullenly. Jeremiah was going to have problems with him leaving? That couldn't work out at all. He had been going to ask for another key. He was a wild animal, he could not be contained but he wanted Jeremiah to feel secure. Would it be possible? The demon sat back against the wall, his hands in claw-like formation with his own frustration. The green eyes looked at Jeremiah, his long high boots spread out in front of him, both legs positioned jauntily.

He grimaced. His blood lines seemed more like a bane more than anything recently. Wasn't so, wasn't so. Lifetimes of love hexes, he may not be monogamous out of a jaded heart, but Ember still loved by his own code of ethics. He felt bad how he'd treated Jeremiah before. The man was so sweet, and kind, Jeremiah was the sort he loved to spoil. Finally he felt like he was getting things right but his tender-hearted friend was confusing. He wasn't used to people throwing themselves down on the ground in throes of emotion. He was used to things hiding and hoarding what was the remnants of a soul, and it was usually dark as abyss. Secrets, and lies. Definitely not any feelings.

You're... you're so sweet..

Skulking, he lowered his head, his jaw. With his lids lowered his green eyes shone like mirrors.

Please... tell me what's going on. I can't just automatically know what's wrong, you have to tell me.

He tilted his head, actually opening up for conversation, probing at what was really going on with Jeremiah's mind. He took off his coat, setting it on top of his bag, his body curling around Jeremiah's in wonderment. Lustful feelings had appeared and happened between the two, but Ember was willing to share much more than that. His fingertips traveled along Jeremiah's thigh.

....Then we can fix it...I hate seeing you hurt.

His pads of his fingers moved in circles on Jeremiah's skin, the corners of his mouth tugging into a slight grin. Ember was starting to wonder what it was Jeremiah was expecting out of him. A permanent boyfriend? Thoughts of Phedre crossed his mind. He was so very naughty. Once he had been very loyal, before his soul had been bled out through his heart. He expected no real sympathy. He didn't need anyone to get him through this phase of his life. Or he would like to believe so. Perplexing cross-roads and mazes of all these pathways were before him, each one a paradox.

Sitting on the floor like a big baby wasn't going to solve anything. "I'm complicated, love, darling, dear.." he said a little dryly.

"My own demons still haunt me, Ember, you're not the only one still plagued by nightmares," Jere said, green eyes looking away quickly. Ashamed? Maybe. Embarrassed? Hell yes. A grown man throwing fits over something he can't control. "I can't control you.." he said softly.

Bright, shining eyes looked back to the male beside him, trying so hard to make sense of the havoc that was running through his hearts and his head.

Shoving a hand through his hair, he gazed down at the body wrapped around him and smirked. How he adored this creature, yet the same object of his affections repeatedly tore out his heart and stabbed nails into the still beating organ.

But, Ember was not just an object.. He was so much more than that, he always had been. Always would be.

Lids fell heavily as he let Ember pet his leg, loving the contact.

"I do care for you, so much, it's just that every time you walk away from me..." Jere Bear stopped, choking back tears. "I-I just feel like every time you walk away, it's for good!" He finally choked it out, the truth, like a bloody mess on the floor.

Not knowing how he would reaction, but not really caring either, he dragged Ember into his lap. "Let's fix this now, I really don't want to fight.. Ever," he whispered into the other man's ear.

Grabbing a little roughly, he gripped Ember's face and kissed his warm cheek. Warm, pink, lively; things that would not normally describe a vampire. Jere laughed. What a crazy life he was leading now.

But, was he asking for too much? Commitment? He didn't want to ruin the mood by asking, so instead he gently placed Ember aside and stood. He sniffed the air thoughtfully.. Hmmm.. Spices?

"OH SHIT! THE FOOD!!! AHH!"

And with that being screamed he sprinted to the kitchen, probably leaving a very bewildered and amused Ember on the floor.

Staring in complete horror at his ruined food would have seemed adorable to any house mother, but Jere was just disgusted. All that wasted food, damn! He was shoveling it all into the trashcan when Ember came in with something dark and dead. The shriek that escaped the male's throat would have put any nine year old girl to shame. Leaping up on the counter was the next step in his hysteria as he tried to control his breathing to ask what the hell it was. Before he could form the words he realized it was a dead raven, recently dead, too.

Climbing down from the counter just about as fast as he got up there, he was looking more closely at the poor dead animal. "What a shame, poor thing. And here I was about to cry over ruined food," he said softly to Ember. Green eyes looked to equally green orbs and asked: " What happened and where did you find this?"

The poor thing looked like it suffered before it died. Not only was he still wondering about what happened and what it meant, but also.. "What are we going to do with it? Bury it and say a prayer?" That was Jere's sad attempt at comic relief.

Sudden fear engulfed the seer and he began to tremble.

"Someone's coming... And it's not good.." He said, not so much having a vision. More of a feeling of dread.

Outside the wind picked up something fierce and it began to snow.. What the hell?!

"Snow in New Orleans... What the hell is happening?"