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makinglies2012-08-24 12:33 pm
heliogabalus) wrote in makinglies2012-08-24 12:33 pm
Vampire AU - Vatheon Verse
[Marie ran her fingers through the hair of her new pet. The taste of his blood was still on her lips and she smiled as she wiped the bit of her own blood from his. The wound she'd opened in her wrist had long since closed and now she was just waiting for him to awaken.
It would be better this way. He could stay with her and Rayflo forever now and nothing would ever hurt him. He was so sweet. So kind. And now he was hers. Rayflo wouldn't mind. She knew he loved the boy as she did, he would understand and be happy. He would smile at her like he used to, that smile he saved just for her whenever he'd come back from a journey and she would run to greet him. He'd smile and call her his princess.
Now she could have her knight and her prince! A happy family that could live together.
Marie smiled a little wider and hummed a tune Rayflo used to hum to her when the nightmares came for her. No nightmare touched her now and there would be none for Sola either.]
It would be better this way. He could stay with her and Rayflo forever now and nothing would ever hurt him. He was so sweet. So kind. And now he was hers. Rayflo wouldn't mind. She knew he loved the boy as she did, he would understand and be happy. He would smile at her like he used to, that smile he saved just for her whenever he'd come back from a journey and she would run to greet him. He'd smile and call her his princess.
Now she could have her knight and her prince! A happy family that could live together.
Marie smiled a little wider and hummed a tune Rayflo used to hum to her when the nightmares came for her. No nightmare touched her now and there would be none for Sola either.]
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We should have killed him sooner. We can't run or hide here; I don't want to fight or kill people, but we deserve to live too and I can't stand anyone standing in the way of that.
[The younger vampire's eyebrows furrow in a desperate worry, holding Johnny's fingers tightly in his own.]
I'm afraid of losing you, too. I'm not going anywhere, though.
[He kisses Johnny's knuckles.]
The shadows... they were always a part of me. I think if I tried I could have done that before.
[Not ripped someone limb from limb, that strength is born from his still-new vampiric nature, but growing and stretching, turning black and looming terrifying. That Sola could do before. He was made from shadows and he can't deny his nature, he's simply never really tried to harness it. It was scary before, when he was ungrounded. The use of that power was at the cost of the very fabric of the spell that kept him together. Now he's a vampire, a creature that by its nature can change shapes and find itself again. He's no longer so scared of disappearing.
He's scare of the rage that fuels it. It's something he's tapped before, initially before his first death at the hands of his original. Frothing, potent rage at the unfairness of the world, that he can't have what he wants, that he has no place and when he tries to gain one it's snatched from him by a man wearing the face that should rightly be his. He was made for it then. He doesn't think that now, not about Link, but it's that same deep agonizing fury that called up the shadow beast within and even as he tries to deny it's anything serious, his stomach churns that he hadn't been himself.
He won't tell Johnny, but he doesn't remember tearing Gordon's arms. He doesn't remember sinking his teeth into that pulsing neck and drinking deep. He doesn't even remember Johnny pulling Gordon's lifeless husk away. One moment everything went red and the next he was in his lovers arms with knowledge of what he'd done.
But Gordon had deserved it. So it was fine.
It has to be fine.]
Let's go home, okay? You should eat so you'll heal from the silver faster.
[It has to be fine.]
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He hadn't really been taking the man seriously until this last encounter, what sort of vampire hunter didn't have any sort of holy objects on them? It had seemed laughable.
Sola had a point, they deserved to live peacefully as they had been for the last few years, and Johnny certainly wouldn't hesitate to kill if it meant protecting someone he loved...but Gorden had still been human. Maybe he'd grown a little soft here, but he'd been hoping the man would just give it up and get over it.
Ultimately, he supposed, it didn't matter. What was done was done and everything hurt too much to really ponder the ethics of killing the man responsible for that.
He nodded and wrapped his arm around Sola's shoulders, both offering comfort and taking a little support from the action.]
Yeah, let's go. [He offered as big a smile as he could.] A little snooze in the coffin and everything'll be right as rain again.
[And hopefully this would soon just turn into another unpleasant memory.]
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Despite it seeming that Gordon had done nothing but attempt to disrupt Johnny and Sola's lives, the hunter had made some acquaintances in the bubble. He'd talked at length about his experiences, about things that go bump in the night, and those things included vampires. Vicious creatures on his world, feeding not just for food but for sport, for pleasure, turning people for revenge or on a whim.
And then his body had been found in the park, throat torn up and drained of blood.
And there are only so many vampires in the bubble.
Initially oblivious, Sola assumed the problem had simply been solved and went about his daily routine. He still made deliveries, still greeted the grocer with a smile and a wave, but those around him and around Johnny grew colder, more hesitant, less friendly. It was obvious what had happened.
Gordon had slowly but surly turned their community against them.
The younger vampire doesn't understand. How could these people that they'd known for years now suddenly suspect them? How could they not see what Gordon had been trying to do? It makes Sola so upset, especially when Roxas turns away from him even after hearing his side. So Sola had killed the man who attacked his boyfriend, so what?! Wouldn't anyone have done the same!? Didn't Gordon deserve it?!
It makes Sola want to cry but he won't cry about it, he won't admit he was wrong in any way because that man tried to hurt Johnny. He was right to die, and if anyone else disagrees than they're worthless to him too! It's easier to get angry than sad, it's easier to get spiteful than admit that maybe he didn't need to kill Gordon, to feed from him and never be able to see the sun again.
It's sudden, but when Sola gets home that evening, nearly two weeks after Gordon's death, he slams the door so hard it nearly bounces off its hinges. For the past week his hair's been a dark, steely grey instead of its usual light silver and it only seems to be darkening with the weight of Sola's frustration.]
When did everyone get so stupid?!
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Most places changed steadily, this place especially with how often people came and went, and now it seemed it was changing into something very familiar. People kept their distance, some would only talk to him as much as was needed and sometimes not even that. There were some who would still be polite or even friendly, but they were limited and it was nothing compared to how things used to be.
This would be the point at which he would move on and find somewhere new, somewhere that didn't know his name or face, but this wasn't his world, this was a bubble. His only option was to grin and bare it.
When Sola bursts in and slams the door, Johnny's sitting sideways on the couch with his feet pulled up so his book rested against his knees. His expression was one of concern, but there was a touch of apprehension when he spoke.]
What's wrong? Did something happen?
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[He throws himself on the couch next to Johnny's feet.]
Nobody wants to be my friend anymore because of that stupid guy! I should have killed him sooner, he only caused trouble.
[Sola crosses his arms tightly across his chest, staring holes in the carpet.]
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Sola...please don't say that, he was still a human, no matter what he did. Perhaps there was something else we could have done.
[Not that it mattered much now.
He shifted so he could take Sola's hand in his and squeezed it gently.]
It will be all right. These things...they often happened back home, I suppose it was only a matter of time till they happened here as well.
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[He would have cried, once upon a time, but he's so angry now that the heat of it seems to have burnt up any tears he'd shed. The only evidence of anything aside from that ire is in just how hard Sola grips Johnny's hand in turn. He'd worked so hard to make friends, to get along and not be alone anymore, alone as he had been way back in the Water Temple.
But maybe that was wrong. Maybe he didn't need anyone, because this hurts. It hurts more than when people leave because of the coral. It huts so much he can barely handle it and he hides in the solace that Johnny would never do that. Johnny understands. Johnny loves him.
With a small whimper, Sola all but throws himself against Johnny, wrapping his free arm around his lover and burying his face in his neck miserably. The hand Johnny took and squeezed remains in a white-knuckled grip in turn around Johnny's fingers.]
I only need you anyway.
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Johnny wrapped his other arm around his lover in return and held them together.]
It will be okay, I promise. We'll figure this out.
[He would find a way to make Sola happy again. Somehow.]
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But it's not is it? It's everyone else's fault. If they hadn't turned on him, if they only listened to his side of the story, if he knew how bad the hunter had been.
He burrows his head in the crook of his matesprit's neck, words sounding muffled and worried.]
You won't ever leave me, will you? You know what it's like, what he tried to do. You know I was only trying to protect us.