Something To Rely On

Chapter 4 Seduction of Pool less Eyes.

Disclaimer I do not own gravitation but this story and its ideas are mine.

Warning adult themes. AU vampire fic, Angst

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You’re taking me over. Over and over.

He wanted to scream, let his voice gain power. To let it reign out over the rooftops of the city that were submerged in the inky, blackness of the night. He wanted to move, to run.... and to be consumed by the creature in front of him. He wanted to understand. To know.

He was trapped, paralyzed by the beast that took of the facade of a man. His muscles tensed and then froze, chaining him to the floor of his room. Hypnotized…terrified….disgraced….they all meshed together and all logical thought slipped throw his fingers like water. He stopped breathing, his heart beat transforming into a blooming siren that caused his head to swirl and his eyes to sway.

Slowly, perpetually slow, mind numbing slowly he cracked open his mouth and tried to process just what was transpiring before him.

He had been singing, self assured that in the fact that he was alone. That no one was watching, peeing through the cracks in the windows to glaze at his swaying hips and altoing voice. He had been sure that he was forgotten, undisturbed by the city, that his action were unwatched. With this reassurance in mind, this safety, he had taken upon the facade of a sound bird and sent a lullaby meant only for the moon.

Then he had stopped, his voice cut short as a sliver of something unexplainable raced through his nervous system. Calculating…questioning…it was the base of this sensation as his hair stood on end and he turned. Then the world suddenly stopped spinning, time halted, and the youth almost lost his mind. His self assurance was shattered even before he pivoted. Visions from the future, of destruction, of fear crept along his back causing his voice to crack and simmer to a whimper. A warm tickle ran down his throat as he lifted his head and stared at the site in front of his window. Before him was a creature that pretended to be human. A beast that flung its shadow across his very form.

Fear was laced throughout his body, superimposed, and dominating. There was nothing else and the youth quickly realized that as he struggled to control his senses. Finally his fear won and it swallowed him like a consuming wave.

He screamed, letting his voice reign once again in the night’s presence as he stared into pool less eyes. The color, the brilliance, and depth blinded him. It confused him to the point that he lost even more of his mind. It kick-started the rampage of Who, What, and Hows. He found himself drowning in them, in everything. It was as if they saw straight through him and into the deepest corners of his soul. It scared him and thrilled him beyond anything he could describe. He knew he should run, do something instead of stare at the being before him. Seconds ticked by, making eternity take place inside the small room. However it was the beauty of such a creature of deception that kept him captive. He was trapped, no way around it.

Beauty….perfection… its always the first thing that catches our attention, hold us with its death like grip, and betrays us. It was perfection, death, and darkness that this creature emitted and for one brief second the youth with hair the color of wild strawberries begged to be touched by it. However, fear seized him strongly and he screamed once again. This time twisting his body in attempts to reach his door….his escape…his salvation.

In a blink of an eye the creature of the night moved. With grace that would make even angels be consumed in envy, he rushed forward. With one hand he grasped the youth’s neck and pinned him against the wall. His long talons ripped at the smooth, flawless skin that covered the muscles and bones hidden beneath. Pushing down the pressed the tips into the flesh. Between his fingers blood seeped to the surface, dripping over his long pale digits. Thrusting his other hand forward he grasped both of the boys hands, pinning them tight against his body.

The vampire’s bloodlust was near breaking as he leaned his head forward, and smelled the scent radiating off his victim. It was powerful, it was condemning, and penetrated his dead body and clouded his brain. It was as if he was reverting back to dawn of man. Craning his pale neck, he swooped down and extended his tongue. With one dilatory move he brushed the appendage across the youth's neck. Blood slid across its bumpy, cold surface provoking a moan. The overly warm essence spilled onto his tongue and he greedily lapped at the boy's broken blood vessels until fits of whimpering echoed throughout his victim's small frame.

The noises enter through the vampire’s ears and made him even more excited, even more anxious to feel whole. Bringing his victim closer to his body he pinned him against the floor and began to lick every part of the warm, tan skin that he could reach.

That’s when he heard it, the ticking....the insufferable sound that he had heard only once before. It was nauseating ..... the monotone, thumping heartbeat of the man, the boy that was soon about to die.

It snared him, forcing a chain around his neck, and demanding that he listen to its song…its voice. It boomed in his ears. Screaming until he thought they were bleeding. It was powerful and commanding. It was as strong as his master, the cold bite of the dark, and it consumed him. It was a life thread, a symbol of everything he loathed. That sound was part of one of the many things that made you alive, made you human, made you naive. He hated the sound; deplored it with each passing second. He felt like he was going to snap, to break in two!

He wanted to destroy it, to silence that infernal sound with every ounce of strength contained within his dead flesh. It haunted him, sent him withering inside to a place that he longed to forget. Grasping, he threw his head back as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His body stilled.

He was there, once again at the moment before his eyes would shut forever, he was begging, he was feeling, he was weak. It a sense of dread into his stomach as the man that he once loved with a deadly passion loomed in front of his fallen form. Darkness spread out all around him, taunting him, make him whither in shame. Then it was over, he felt the life drain from his body and the cold pervad throughout his shell. He screamed, wanting it to go away……but it didn’t…..he just…He didn’t want to remember!…. he wanted to remember what he now was! What he became apart of!

Below him, his distraught victim moved. The purpled eyed young man shook and squirmed as he tried desperately to get away from the creature that held him down . Suddenly the vampire was thrown from his nightmare and left starring down at the young man. Before him lay the most violent shade of violet eyes that he had ever witnessed. Just like with the ticking of the heartbeat, he was snared. It grasped him, making him beg to be released. He felt himself go limp. He was drifting, more lifeless than ever before. He was lost in a sea of amethyst swirls.

His breathing became rapid as he felt himself being consumed. He couldn’t take it and the words began to play inside is head. The words that his songbird had thrown to wind drifted back to slash him with their ghostlike hands. They floated on the wind until they reached him and then they forced his mind open. He screamed, gripping his head as he was exposed to the world. This sensation made him relive his life every little breakdown that had come with it. And then in a blink of an eye he ran from the sea of violent violet. He pulled himself off of what could have been, should have been.... his feast of blood and fled.

He ran, leaving the window open to the night, and sprinted across rooftop to rooftop until he found a hole to curl himself up in and hide. There he shivered and tried to shed the thoughts and torments that had latched onto him and refused to leave. The twilight answered his cries and wrapped its frost like arms around him, silencing his mind everything else that was wrong with him. Wrapped in the false comforting embrace of his master, he drifted off to sleep where just another version of hellish pain awaited him. His dreams, his own movie of memories.

Back at the small three room apartment, the strawberry haired man shivered, pressed a hand to his bleeding neck as stared out into the night. High in the sky the moon reigned supreme, flanked by its servants.

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Disguises Only Mask The Flesh

Chapter 1.

Moans that were one-sided, heated screams that consumed everything.

Such pitiful examples of the sounds that echoed throughout the darkened room. Pain laced with numbness coated him as he listened to the sounds, his ear thumping with the heat of his beating heart. It covered his naked skin, skin that was redden from abrasive contact.

He bit down on his lips. His teeth sinking into his soft skin like a child biting a plump, ripened peach. Copper, metallic, the bitter sting of vermilion flowed freely down his throat. The taste that was slightly bitter soaked into his body and threatened to make him sputter. Gagging silently, he wished to become invisible, to become a nameless stone. Clenching his fists, he prayed for time to defy its normal path and quicken.

As such even the nameless stone had more dignity than him.Oh how that simple thought made him burn with self righteous fury. Anger was second best to him, perfect in the situation that he was presented but useless as a weapon.

In front of him, clinging to his skin like a slimly leech, a man slithered around his form. Biting, sucking, and tearing into his flesh, the beast that dared to call himself a count pleasured himself.

How becoming, how condemning, how affordable.

Shamed, disgusted, and repulsed; these words held no meaning to him, as by now time had taken its toll upon his mind and forced him to accept his fate. His damned destiny. Such a perfect marred image, he would laugh at its overused irony if only he was...permitted to.