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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,590
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The things that capture your heart
Chapter 5 The things that capture your heart;Twisting in the dark until you bleed
Disclaimer, this is my story and I own it. However I do not own gravitation.
Warnings adult themes, AU, Angst, vampire Fic
Thank you everyone that reviewed.
please read and review
87978098-09-0-
I breathe in, I breathe out
And watch the world float from above
I scream, I shout
And am swallowed up in the night
I breathe in, I breathe out
And bask in heaven’s hell
The world shakes and Hell laughs
I am paralyzed
My flesh crawls, my skin melts
And I awake in flames
My heart burns and my soul is cast aside
I lay unable to live, unable to die
I breathe in, I breathe out
And pray to nothing else
Than a song dream long forgotten
Lost in hellish realm
I cut my wrist, watch them bleed
It flows to the ground, staining all
Taints the earth and becomes like me
I am unwhole, I am dead, and I breathe no more.
78070980980
He screamed, throwing his head into the wind. Inside his withered mind visions played before. He sat curled tight in a ball shouting, weeping, and screaming. Images, flashes of a past life, they called to him. Seducing him with their siren like calls. Licking him with their seductive painful touches they continued to fill every inch of his frozen body. They marked him, blurring his sight with their bodies, as he tried desperately to out run their ever haunting presence. They screamed their names, splitting the air, and forcing their essences inside his mind. They were talking him over, slowly, and completely. They were corrupting his entire being, throwing him to the ground to be shown exposed to the night. Inside he cried, begged for it to stop, to disappear. How release seemed so far away. A sense of nakedness and vulnerability filled him, making him scream even more. His strong, hatred filled will weaked as he watched himself from a distance. Like a shadow following a blind object he stared at his fallen image.
He was a human, blinded by the sun, and ignorant of the world. He waltzed through life begging to be accepted, to find a purpose. He watched as he was swallowed by foolish ideas and views of everything around him. He watched as he was seduced by the very thing that he feared yet loved. With feeble wishes he cried as his life flashed before his eyes. In one instant everything that he had ever known was silenced. His world crumbled as his heart seized to start; powder in the wing.
The life that he had once lived, the link to his very emotions and soul was severed. It floated away, always beyond his reach as he tried to grasp it with frozen hands. It slipped throw his pale fingers and was overshadowed by the darkness. It didn’t matter how many times he questioned what he was the truth could not be altered. His reflection would not return. He was trapped in time.
What he was, what the afterlife truly was never changed to him. It never lied to him. It was a curse… it was an alternative… it drove him to the brink of insanity. There he floated in a dementia filled existence with nothing more than confusing lies and thoughts.
Inside the body of a man that use to be alive, the creature of the night whimpered. Finally his dreams resided and he was left with the shaky, crushed remains. Cold and frigid he hugged himself, cursing quietly as everything cleared and came into perspective. His words floated into the night and were silenced by the wind, a warning from the night for him know his place. If this was a punishment, he didn’t know. Biting down on his tongue, his sharp canines pierced the dead flesh, and blood was released.
Stale and revolting, these words attached themselves to his life essence and gave it a new meaning.
Tainted, diseased.
However it brought a little comfort to his frazzled mind. It cleared his shaking brain and flooded it with a warmth. With this clarity the vampire’s once sharp, criticizing persona came back to fall into place. Observing his surrounding from weary eyes he discovered where he was and nearly cried out again.
The breeze blew, sending the remains of cherry blossoms floating to meet his figure. Even in the possessing realm of the night the park looked beautiful. Of coarse it always would to him, perfect, and stained with blood. This was where he sold his soul to the devil; this is where he first met Kitazawa Yuki. Suddenly even more disgusted with himself he emerged from his hiding spot and fled. Anger floured him, caused him to curse himself. He allowed self loathing and rage to fill him.
Why was he so weak? This question burned him.
The fact that he had collapsed simply from a heartbeat infuriated him. No words could describe is rage as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop. He needed to right, to correct his mistake.
Seconds later he stop and pushed his body forward to land in an alley. That was where he waited until he heard the echo of foots.
Soft, awakening, tantalizing. He smirked, his lips shaking. His hands clenching with a nervous need.
Hiding in the shadows he watched, his eyes clouded over with a predatory gleam. Inside him he felt it, the hated desire building up in him. Oh how he needed this. Needed what this stranger was to give to him. It was ready to explode, his need, his desire! He could feel it building until suddenly it exploded!
He lunged from the shadows and grabbed the form that appeared him front of him. Twisting it around with enough force to break concrete he growled, screaming into the night as he attacked. He was screaming, mouth biting like a rabid dog, he was screaming. It scared him, the noise he made but oh how was he screaming! Never had he done such a powerful thing, such an insane foreign thing. Blood slipped over his teeth, spilling down his and and over his victims body. It flowed into his mouth when he swallowed it with unbridled passion. He was sloppy licking at his numerous wounds, slurping up the unclotted redness. It was intoxicating, it was consuming, and it was everything that he desired! He didn’t stop, he didn’t let up as he sucked his victim’s neck, fingers, throat, and lips until every last dropped was absorbed. Still screaming, still crying with rage he left the body slip to the ground. It hit with a wet smack causing him to laugh. It head connected with the pavement splitting and spewing its contents in a messy heap.
Breathing heavily,his chest wheezing with unneeded air he Leaped into the air once again. He outstretched his arms and basked in the moonlight’s gleam. He was now longer screaming now his voice was gone and his blood thirst sated. Closing his eye he brought his fingers up to ruffle through his hair. He coated his face in the lingering drops of human blood that his tongue had not reached. He was calming, he was returning.
Hours later when the rest of his returned one thought surfaced. He had been humiliated, he had been defeated, and the human that did that to him would have to suffer his wrath.
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Disclaimer, this is my story and I own it. However I do not own gravitation.
Warnings adult themes, AU, Angst, vampire Fic
Thank you everyone that reviewed.
please read and review
87978098-09-0-
I breathe in, I breathe out
And watch the world float from above
I scream, I shout
And am swallowed up in the night
I breathe in, I breathe out
And bask in heaven’s hell
The world shakes and Hell laughs
I am paralyzed
My flesh crawls, my skin melts
And I awake in flames
My heart burns and my soul is cast aside
I lay unable to live, unable to die
I breathe in, I breathe out
And pray to nothing else
Than a song dream long forgotten
Lost in hellish realm
I cut my wrist, watch them bleed
It flows to the ground, staining all
Taints the earth and becomes like me
I am unwhole, I am dead, and I breathe no more.
78070980980
He screamed, throwing his head into the wind. Inside his withered mind visions played before. He sat curled tight in a ball shouting, weeping, and screaming. Images, flashes of a past life, they called to him. Seducing him with their siren like calls. Licking him with their seductive painful touches they continued to fill every inch of his frozen body. They marked him, blurring his sight with their bodies, as he tried desperately to out run their ever haunting presence. They screamed their names, splitting the air, and forcing their essences inside his mind. They were talking him over, slowly, and completely. They were corrupting his entire being, throwing him to the ground to be shown exposed to the night. Inside he cried, begged for it to stop, to disappear. How release seemed so far away. A sense of nakedness and vulnerability filled him, making him scream even more. His strong, hatred filled will weaked as he watched himself from a distance. Like a shadow following a blind object he stared at his fallen image.
He was a human, blinded by the sun, and ignorant of the world. He waltzed through life begging to be accepted, to find a purpose. He watched as he was swallowed by foolish ideas and views of everything around him. He watched as he was seduced by the very thing that he feared yet loved. With feeble wishes he cried as his life flashed before his eyes. In one instant everything that he had ever known was silenced. His world crumbled as his heart seized to start; powder in the wing.
The life that he had once lived, the link to his very emotions and soul was severed. It floated away, always beyond his reach as he tried to grasp it with frozen hands. It slipped throw his pale fingers and was overshadowed by the darkness. It didn’t matter how many times he questioned what he was the truth could not be altered. His reflection would not return. He was trapped in time.
What he was, what the afterlife truly was never changed to him. It never lied to him. It was a curse… it was an alternative… it drove him to the brink of insanity. There he floated in a dementia filled existence with nothing more than confusing lies and thoughts.
Inside the body of a man that use to be alive, the creature of the night whimpered. Finally his dreams resided and he was left with the shaky, crushed remains. Cold and frigid he hugged himself, cursing quietly as everything cleared and came into perspective. His words floated into the night and were silenced by the wind, a warning from the night for him know his place. If this was a punishment, he didn’t know. Biting down on his tongue, his sharp canines pierced the dead flesh, and blood was released.
Stale and revolting, these words attached themselves to his life essence and gave it a new meaning.
Tainted, diseased.
However it brought a little comfort to his frazzled mind. It cleared his shaking brain and flooded it with a warmth. With this clarity the vampire’s once sharp, criticizing persona came back to fall into place. Observing his surrounding from weary eyes he discovered where he was and nearly cried out again.
The breeze blew, sending the remains of cherry blossoms floating to meet his figure. Even in the possessing realm of the night the park looked beautiful. Of coarse it always would to him, perfect, and stained with blood. This was where he sold his soul to the devil; this is where he first met Kitazawa Yuki. Suddenly even more disgusted with himself he emerged from his hiding spot and fled. Anger floured him, caused him to curse himself. He allowed self loathing and rage to fill him.
Why was he so weak? This question burned him.
The fact that he had collapsed simply from a heartbeat infuriated him. No words could describe is rage as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop. He needed to right, to correct his mistake.
Seconds later he stop and pushed his body forward to land in an alley. That was where he waited until he heard the echo of foots.
Soft, awakening, tantalizing. He smirked, his lips shaking. His hands clenching with a nervous need.
Hiding in the shadows he watched, his eyes clouded over with a predatory gleam. Inside him he felt it, the hated desire building up in him. Oh how he needed this. Needed what this stranger was to give to him. It was ready to explode, his need, his desire! He could feel it building until suddenly it exploded!
He lunged from the shadows and grabbed the form that appeared him front of him. Twisting it around with enough force to break concrete he growled, screaming into the night as he attacked. He was screaming, mouth biting like a rabid dog, he was screaming. It scared him, the noise he made but oh how was he screaming! Never had he done such a powerful thing, such an insane foreign thing. Blood slipped over his teeth, spilling down his and and over his victims body. It flowed into his mouth when he swallowed it with unbridled passion. He was sloppy licking at his numerous wounds, slurping up the unclotted redness. It was intoxicating, it was consuming, and it was everything that he desired! He didn’t stop, he didn’t let up as he sucked his victim’s neck, fingers, throat, and lips until every last dropped was absorbed. Still screaming, still crying with rage he left the body slip to the ground. It hit with a wet smack causing him to laugh. It head connected with the pavement splitting and spewing its contents in a messy heap.
Breathing heavily,his chest wheezing with unneeded air he Leaped into the air once again. He outstretched his arms and basked in the moonlight’s gleam. He was now longer screaming now his voice was gone and his blood thirst sated. Closing his eye he brought his fingers up to ruffle through his hair. He coated his face in the lingering drops of human blood that his tongue had not reached. He was calming, he was returning.
Hours later when the rest of his returned one thought surfaced. He had been humiliated, he had been defeated, and the human that did that to him would have to suffer his wrath.
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