Cobain was tired of being here. The sable haired vampire was continuously counting down the days until Risque would send him off again. Risque never gave her black haired servant much information when she would send him on her way. A picture, a location. After that, it was up to Cobain to find out how to locate the target and end it. The black haired, blood sucking teen never knew what any of her subjects did to deserve such a fate, just that he had to be the one to carry it out. A perfect task for the cold and unfeeling vampire boy.

Why Risque had such a strong control over her midnight haired demon child has been debated. Cobain's inability to disobey her seeming to extend perhaps even past maker and child. What may be the case of such a thing, is the age that the obsidian haired teen was changed by the blue eyed devil. The dark haired vampire had been nothing but a teenager when he had met Risque in his home in Romania, all those years ago. He was young impressionable, he was still being molded by the world around him and Risque had taken advantage of such a thing and the black haired she vampire had left her maker's mark upon her progeny. He was bitter as a child and it carried over into his teen years, something Risque had seen. And now, the dark haired boy was nothing more than her hell hound. He was a servant to the she devil for all of eternity, or however long she would allow her red eyed servant to live.

Day in and day out, it was always the same for the crimson eyed boy. The pounding of hearts in his ears like a uniform drumbeat, rhythmic and never ceasing. He tried to resist that hunger, to keep those eyes dark and..fed, for the boy hardly wanted a crutch to accompany him like a resilient cold or a bad boyfriend. The pale hell boy with dark raven like locks for hair hadn't being what he was. He would give up the supernatural strength and speed, the immortality, the eternal youth, all of it, if only this thirst would leave him.

Cobain can hardly remember the first days of his change. He had attacked anyone that came near him. The ebony haired boy had always been viewed as the weak bastard child, but when they came to him after he had been changed, they at first thought him to be the same weak child that his father used as a punching bag, but they found a rude awakening waiting for them. Garnished with the supernatural strength and speed of his new found species, the sable haired boy attacked them. He sank his fangs into their neck, the instinct of the vampire telling him exactly what to do, to suck them dry. The metallic taste of that sweet blood was all he could think about. Those that had called him weak only met their end by his fangs. Weak no more it would seem.

He fed and he fed, hating himself with every kill as much as he hated those that he fed on. Risque had allowed her offspring to run wild, causing chaos in the village in which the sable haired teen had lived. It was only when he heard the call of his maker that he knew he had to go back to the one that had done this to him. No matter how much he hated what had occurred. Cobain could not ignore such a call.

Cobain has still been unable to ignore the call of his maker, Risque has made sure of this. This is why he is in Syn now. He was trapped here until such time Risque allowed him to leave her presence, but she seemed at the current moment to be keeping an annoyingly close watch on him. He moves out from his tiny bedroom, hearing the bump of the music of the party below. Hardly, does the vampire boy wish to join the club goers. Instead he pushes past the throngs of people to make his way to the bar. Wordlessly, the bartender hands the drink to Cobain he so often requests. And in his silence, he consumes that metallic liquid, knowing his misery was hardly over.