He was slightly perturbed to be out in the middle of the night in a graveyard. However, his powers wouldn't let him sleep so he had come out here hoping that he could get them to settle. He ran his fingers through his blond hair and sighed. "What can't they go away?" he muttered to himself, "I don't need them, I won't use them, and the vampires seem to keep trying to kill me." He stared up at the night sky, stars twinkled in the inky blankness. A moment later, something to the side of him moved but kept to the shadows. He growled under his breath. "Go tell your master that I am doing NOTHING," he snarled irritably. Ever since he had that "wonderful" conversation with Guy, he knew that SOMETHING was following him on the vampire's command. It was just annoying to know that he was keeping tabs on him when it was obvious he wasn't causing trouble.

Guy stepped towards the necromancer from the night, "Actually, I've chosen to shadow you myself this night. You are disquieted and your powers call to us through the night. It is useless to fight what you are, necromancer." The vampire sat on a tombstone and motioned towards another one. "I find it hard to treat you as a threat, you are too conflicted with yourself to be of any concern, but your speaks of your pain into the night."

Christopher couldn't believe his luck. Why did he HAVE to have to see the vampire again? However, the last time had taught him better than to refuse Guy's politeness. He came closer to him, but not close enough for him to touch. "I am sorry that I am causng you such a hard time," he responded, "I am not...I don't particularly like my gifts. I don't see the use in controlling the dead...I don't see any gain in controlling vampires when it is obvious that it will only lead to more trouble than it's worth." As he spoke, his hand slid up the back of his shirt running lightly over the side with the scar. It was a constant reminder of why he would never use his powers, why he never wanted them in the first place.

He finally shook his head clearing the memories that started to return. "Look, I don't know why you even bother. I am not strong enough to be a threat. Why do you not spend your time on things that matter? I know that I do not." He tried to keep his tone neutral, tried to keep his emotions locked tightly this time around. However, it was all too obvious how he felt. He wasn't emotionally strong enough to hide his true feelings behind his eyes, not jaded enough yet to wear a mask. So when he was in emotional pain, it was obvious.

Guy pulled himself to his feet, wondering why he put up with the necromancer at all, and immediately regretted the thought. He could remember times when he hadn't been entirely comfortable with what he'd become. Of course, he'd had to get over it, otherwise Belle and the other council members would have eaten him alive, probably in a literal sense. Still, this necromancer called to him, seemingly through the night, with a siren song of pain, one intense enough to compel the vampire to seek him out and deal with him.

Sighing he placed his hand on the necromancer and opened to him just a touch, potentially obtaining only Chris' upper-most thoughts, "Do not think you are so inconsequential. The power to control the dead is not a common one, but you are a necromancer. Vampires fear you, does that sound unimportant to you? The world will turn without anyone on it, but never doubt the difference you might make to just one person, perhaps even the reason you keep rubbing your back has become important to someone."

Chris was not at all comfortable when Guy touched him but he had enough sense not to pull away. He'd already learned that politeness was of the utmost importance when dealing with this vampire. Chris snorted. "I am not so arrogant as to think that I am all big and powerful. I learned the "price" of my powers when a vampire tried to stake me while I was merely sitting in a graveyard. I know enough not to raise zombies...but I guess I haven't learned enough to keep from bothering those I really wish I wouldn't." He goes silent a moment, pushing away the feelings that seemed to never leave him alone. He was acting like a petulant child and he knew that. However, he' was an adult and Guy was right, it was time to stop wishing for something that was obviously not going to happen. "I...am sorry for bothering you," he finally added on after a moment, "I will do better in the future. As I said before, you probably have more important things to worry about than a human who can't act his own age."

He pulled his hand away from his scar and looked away for a moment, his eyes taking in the night. "I guess...I guess at the very least I am being selfish and at the most showing a death wish for this. Maybe I should find someone to teach me but...I don't know how to start looking." He snorted at how pitiful that excuse sounded even to him.

The older man felt a brief pang of annoyance at the younger man. OK, really, the younger guy was a complete pain the, bad analogy. Sighing, the vampire turned to leave, "You are truly one of the most pathetic creatures I've ever had the misfortune of meeting, which reminds me of myself when I first became a vampire. You could try seeking out one of the large nuumber of practitioners in this city to teach you, read a book, commit seppoku, but please do something besides wallowing in self pity over your life. Trust me, it doesn't really get you much of anywhere, and everyone hates you."

For a moment, Chris is highly tempted to say something completely unnecessary and childish but decided wounded pride wasn't an excuse for it. He settled for a terse, "I know how to amuse myself, thank you." He'd gotten the point when Guy told him that his neglect of his powers was making problems for the vampires. He'd fix that. How, he wasn't quite sure but he'd do it if for nothing else it might keep him from having to deal wtih the male again.

After a moment, he added, "Do you mind not having any of your servants follow me around. Since you find me less than worthy of concern I would appreciate being left alone. I do not appreciate knowing that someone is watching me even though I cannot see them. I doubt you would like it if our roles were reversed." It was as polite as he could make it given that he was tired of this conversation. Maybe he was whining but...he hadn't actually meant for anyone to come out and bother him. If he wanted to bitch and moan about his life, he was entitled to it. Guy could just leave. Nothing was making him stay there. While he was grateful of the warning about getting his act together, prolonged exposure to the other male was seriously wearing his already thin patience thinner. However correct Guy's analysis of him might be at the current moment, he wasn't up to listening to him. Vampires weren't high on his list of people to take criticism from.