Giving Water to the Dead
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Category:
+G to L › Ghost Hunt
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,071
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Ghost Hunt and I’m not making any money here either.
Giving Water to the Dead
Giving Water to the Dead
Flora Winter’s
I do not own Ghost Hunt and I’m not making any money here either.
Summary: After a strange attack, a young man begins to go through some disturbing changes. Will SPR be able to help him? This story will contain boy-love, language, OC, and violence.
Warning: This story will contain homosexual themes. If you (the reader) is not down with that, then I strongly recommend you reading something else. Other than that, please enjoy and review.
Prologue
It’s a thief in the night to come and grab you
It can creep up inside you and consume you
A disease of the mind it can control you
I feel like a monster
--RIHANNA
The dark memory assaulted him again. He could see the moonlight. It was glowing like a vicious ruby eye in the black sky. There were no stars. All he could see was that wicked red jewel. Those teeth were grazing his smooth throat. They were so sharp. They were too sharp to belong to a human. The pain! That terrible pain! It was horrible. He could feel that merciless mouth biting down, tearing at his pale skin, crunching bone.
He grabbed his throat and laughed out loud, looking out the window at the full silver moon above. What was happening to him? There was a sharp pain in his stomach, causing him to double over. It was happening again. It was like his whole body was screaming in agony from every pore. He stumbled back, fighting not to scream. He turned, gazing at the bed with glowing green eyes. That pale moonlight fell across the naked form on it. He licked his garnet red lips with a fiery tongue.
It was just one of those things he couldn’t help. He simply had to have it. There was no choice in the matter. If he didn’t do what his body commanded of him, he would surely die from the agony.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered to the struggling brunette he had bound spread-eagled to the bedposts with ropes while he had been sleeping. He crawled like a snake up the long length of the muscular man’s hard body. “I just can’t seem to stop this…urge…”
He gazed down into frightened and pissed off blue eyes and his mouth began to water. His jaws opened wide, revealing razor-sharp fangs, sliding down from fleshy pink pockets in his gums. Tears of crimson streamed from his molten emerald eyes as he bit down on the struggling man’s sweet-smelling throat.
That hot liquid flooded his mouth, causing him to bite down even harder. He couldn’t stop. He just couldn’t. The brunette struggled, thrashing under him, mewling in terror because of his gag.
When it was over, he gazed down into his handsome boyfriend’s face. Those blue eyes were wide, staring into nothing. That kissable mouth was gaping in horror.
“Nowaki…”
What had he…? He gazed at Nowaki’s throat. It looked as though a wild animal had bitten it out. A sharp bone was sticking through that golden skin. Something had snapped his collarbone.
There was something on his mouth. He wiped it with the back of his hand, looking at his pale flesh in terror. It was blood. He stumbled back, falling off the bed into the floor, looking up at his boyfriend’s large feet that were sticking over the edge. He quickly crawled to his feet, running for the bathroom, switching on the light with a wild pant.
There was a blond demon gazing out at him from that oval-shaped glass. Its eyes were like a serpent’s, and its face was a crimson-stained mask, his boyfriend’s sweet-smelling blood painted its porcelain white surface. He punched the mirror with his fist, threw his head back, and screamed as he pulled his hand from the wall and glass.
He was a monster. A fucking monster!
This was a dream. It was all a dream. That’s what it had to be. There were no such things as vampires. He had been attacked by a crazy person. That’s all it was.
He fell to the floor, curled up into a tight ball, and trembled. He would wake up in the morning, finding that all of this had just been a bad dream. Nowaki would pounce on him, kiss him dizzy, and tell him that he had made pancakes.
He gazed at the blood on his creamy white hands and sobbed into darkness.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think. I just finished watching this anime and fell in love with it. I think Bou-san will be the main character and love-interest. If you want (readers) let me know what you would like to see in the next chapter. I have lots of ideas written out, but I would like your all’s input as well.
Flora.
Flora Winter’s
I do not own Ghost Hunt and I’m not making any money here either.
Summary: After a strange attack, a young man begins to go through some disturbing changes. Will SPR be able to help him? This story will contain boy-love, language, OC, and violence.
Warning: This story will contain homosexual themes. If you (the reader) is not down with that, then I strongly recommend you reading something else. Other than that, please enjoy and review.
Prologue
It’s a thief in the night to come and grab you
It can creep up inside you and consume you
A disease of the mind it can control you
I feel like a monster
--RIHANNA
The dark memory assaulted him again. He could see the moonlight. It was glowing like a vicious ruby eye in the black sky. There were no stars. All he could see was that wicked red jewel. Those teeth were grazing his smooth throat. They were so sharp. They were too sharp to belong to a human. The pain! That terrible pain! It was horrible. He could feel that merciless mouth biting down, tearing at his pale skin, crunching bone.
He grabbed his throat and laughed out loud, looking out the window at the full silver moon above. What was happening to him? There was a sharp pain in his stomach, causing him to double over. It was happening again. It was like his whole body was screaming in agony from every pore. He stumbled back, fighting not to scream. He turned, gazing at the bed with glowing green eyes. That pale moonlight fell across the naked form on it. He licked his garnet red lips with a fiery tongue.
It was just one of those things he couldn’t help. He simply had to have it. There was no choice in the matter. If he didn’t do what his body commanded of him, he would surely die from the agony.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered to the struggling brunette he had bound spread-eagled to the bedposts with ropes while he had been sleeping. He crawled like a snake up the long length of the muscular man’s hard body. “I just can’t seem to stop this…urge…”
He gazed down into frightened and pissed off blue eyes and his mouth began to water. His jaws opened wide, revealing razor-sharp fangs, sliding down from fleshy pink pockets in his gums. Tears of crimson streamed from his molten emerald eyes as he bit down on the struggling man’s sweet-smelling throat.
That hot liquid flooded his mouth, causing him to bite down even harder. He couldn’t stop. He just couldn’t. The brunette struggled, thrashing under him, mewling in terror because of his gag.
When it was over, he gazed down into his handsome boyfriend’s face. Those blue eyes were wide, staring into nothing. That kissable mouth was gaping in horror.
“Nowaki…”
What had he…? He gazed at Nowaki’s throat. It looked as though a wild animal had bitten it out. A sharp bone was sticking through that golden skin. Something had snapped his collarbone.
There was something on his mouth. He wiped it with the back of his hand, looking at his pale flesh in terror. It was blood. He stumbled back, falling off the bed into the floor, looking up at his boyfriend’s large feet that were sticking over the edge. He quickly crawled to his feet, running for the bathroom, switching on the light with a wild pant.
There was a blond demon gazing out at him from that oval-shaped glass. Its eyes were like a serpent’s, and its face was a crimson-stained mask, his boyfriend’s sweet-smelling blood painted its porcelain white surface. He punched the mirror with his fist, threw his head back, and screamed as he pulled his hand from the wall and glass.
He was a monster. A fucking monster!
This was a dream. It was all a dream. That’s what it had to be. There were no such things as vampires. He had been attacked by a crazy person. That’s all it was.
He fell to the floor, curled up into a tight ball, and trembled. He would wake up in the morning, finding that all of this had just been a bad dream. Nowaki would pounce on him, kiss him dizzy, and tell him that he had made pancakes.
He gazed at the blood on his creamy white hands and sobbed into darkness.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think. I just finished watching this anime and fell in love with it. I think Bou-san will be the main character and love-interest. If you want (readers) let me know what you would like to see in the next chapter. I have lots of ideas written out, but I would like your all’s input as well.
Flora.