An Eternity of Love
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,085
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Title: An Eternity of Love
Rating: NC-17
Author: yaoi_luver _16 & her girlfriend ^-^
Content: Slash! This means guy/guy sex people, homosexuality! You have been forewarned.
Disclaimer: Okay people this story is MINE! My girlfriend and I made it up and if anyone decides to take our idea I will hunt you down and sue for plagiarism. Drake, Louis, Cyric, Lady Emily, all of them are my girlfriend's and mine so this is fare warning and don't thing I won't sue, 'cause you can damn well bet your ass that I will!
A/N: Okay guys. This is my chapter and it's fairly long so I hope you enjoy it. Review and tell me what you think.
Chapter II
The overconfidence of the rest of the men in his company was rather unnerving. He wasn't the straightforward seducer that over half of the so-called gentle men in the room were. He was the meek, innocent type, believing that there was always some good in people. His naivety was the soul ambition of over half the woman in London, yet he never seemed to find the right one.
At the charming age of 23, he was the romantic, soulful type who was looking for true love, but believed that finding such should be a challenge. And as all of the woman he came across practically threw themselves at his feet, it was hardly a challenge.
He sighed in exasperation as a toast was said to who the party was being held for and he swirled the dark liquor in his elegant wine glass lazily. He had been hell bent and wholehearted to find someone at one of these many blasted swareys that he had attended and to his frustration and utter aggravation, no such luck was bestowed upon him.
He flipped his long, jagged, blond bangs out of his clear, pure sapphire blue eyes and watched with an amused smirk as a lovely, young, shapely, seductress of a woman came sauntering over to him.
Despite his romantic side, he rarely ever let it show unless he was doing something that he enjoyed with a fiery passion or courting a woman that proved to be a challenge; unfortunately there didn't seem to be a large stock of them in London. No, on the outside he projected the smug air and scandalous smirk that set women's hearts to pounding and knees to shaking.
His smirk grew as the young woman slid a gloved hand over his moderate sized bicep that was draped casually against the back of the couch he was reclining comfortably on. She plunked down next to him with a delicate huff and scooted up so close to him that their sides were practically welded together. She turned to face him slightly, her full bosom brushing against his broad chest.
"Good evening, Drake." She cooed softly, giving him another sultry look.
"Good evening, Lady Emily." He replied charmingly, going into conversation mode, which the ladies seemed to appreciate.
She was a petite thing next to his staggering 6' 3", tiny, slender feet, weak looking ankles, long, slender, creamy legs covered by a formal, navy blue gown. Rounded, womanly hips, trim waist with an obvious corset makingselfself as thin as bodily possible. Ample bosom displayed quite provocatively with the low cut of the dress. Long, slender neck with equally slender shoulders barley covered by the puffed sleeves of the elegant dress. Her face was fare and impish like, more rounded then angular, making her seem like just a young thing. Her eyes were a dazzling shade of bight green, contrasting wonsly sly with the black curls of hair done up in the latest fashion. Fetching jewelry clung to her ears and neck, glinting brightly despite the dimness of the room.
Drake couldn't help but chuckle mentally. The Lady's eyes were giving him silent worship and appraisal as they too took a wondering of his body from head to toe and back again, almost as if she was trying to convince herself that this god-like creature before her was real.
In fact, Drake was quite real. From his large square feet covered by classy shoes to his strong calves, bulky thighs and narrow hips covered by dark gray, rough trousers tied stylishly with a deep blue sash matching the color of his eyes. A wide, built chest covered by a thin, loose, white cloth shirt unbuttoned at the throat by two, showing off a thick, delicious-looking neck. From wide broad shoulders, to thick, strong biceps and triceps he was a terribly gorgeous specimen. His sharp jaw and angular face projecting a strong, demanding air about the unknown innocent of a man. His skin was tanned, his lips thin yet sensuous, his bright golden hair contrasting wondrously with his delectable looking skin. Dark, deep sapphire eyes could pierce through your very soul, bearing your every intention to his penetrating gaze.
"You're looking well this evening." Lady Emily pointed out, her eyes turning coy.
"Yes and so are you my Lady." He responded with a grin.
This girl had been after his ass for weeks, yet he had a strict rule that many knew. He never slept with a woman four years younger the him. And, sadly, for Lady Emily, she would always remain chasing his ass for she was at the ripe age of 19 and ready for a good lay. Too bad she'd never get it from the Duck of Mitchell.
Drake William Mitchell had just recently claimed hi title as Duke after his beloved father's passing. The scandal that had gone around for a good two weeks was that he had killed his own father, but Drake had squelched such a heart rendering rumor wi gla glare that could practically kill and a diagnosis from his father's Doctor. In truth the old man had died from cardiac arrest. The wagging tongues had stopped soon after that and most people were too ashamed at their quick assumption to even look at the grieving man.
Drake had just come out of his mourning about a month ago and was willing and ready to move on with his life. His father wouldn't have wanted him to be upset for the rest of his young life so he put the past behind him and the present before him and continued with the life he led before the upsetting demise of his last family tie.
He blinked rapidly as he looked up from his conversation with Lady Emily. He couldn't help but feel his heart pick up a few beats as he looked out the window from the right of his position on the couch to see a pair of bright yellow-golden eyes looking at him intently. He narrowed his own sapphire eyes in unease as the cat-like eyes blinked several times as if to clear their vision, then widened in sudden realization. Surprise entered those eyes before turning and walking off quickly.
Drake furrowed his brow and blinked his eyes in confusion as he realized his heart was beating faster and a cool chill ran down his spine. He had never seen such amazing eyes before, and he had never not been capable of assessing a person from eye contact as he had this time. Those eyes had beettomttomless, bleak, and blank and they unnerved him in a way nothing ever had before.
The rest of the evening had carried on rather dully. After countless hours of Lady Emily trying to get the Duke into her bed she had finally relented, and that's saying something for a young women as stubborn as her. Drake was one of the last to leave that evening. Departing with his good friend for whom the part was being held for.
Now Drake found himself walking alone on the barren streets of London, England. The coble stone street was lit eerily with unpredictably flashing lamps and he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at how quiet the normally busy streets of London were.
Drake's skin with a chill as he passed by a dark ally way. Not bothering to know why he felt that way he continued to move onward, picking up his pace. A moment later he heard footsteps coming from behind him and a sense of overwhelming dread wash over him.
He had read in the paper about murders that had been committed recently, yet the only wound that was inflicted was that at the base of the neck: two small puncture marks hardly capable of the cause yet seeming to have everything to do with it. In each autopsy there had been a large draining of blood, yet the two little puncture marks could hardly be the cause of it but it seemed to be the only explination.
Drake was starting to believe that the cause of those deaths weren't so farfetched after all as he began to walk faster. His heart jump-started as he heard the other pick up its own pace, gaining ground and coming closer. Now he was beginning to worry as he blasted out into a full run, his blond hair and blue sash whipping in the wind as he all out sprinted down the street. He took a quick look behind him to get a look at his pursuer and that act was his undoing as he ran into a solid wall of flesh and cursed as he fell back onto his rump. H looked up with a glare in his eyes at his assailant and paled considerably at what stood before him.
A vampire...
He withdrew sharply, backing up as quickly as possible while still sitting. He couldn't help but gulp as his back hit a solid wall...he was trapped.
The creature of the night, which stood before him, had glowing red eyes and the palest completion that he had ever seen, two short yet sharp fangs stuck proudly out of the creature's mouth as it grinned broadly down at its latest victim. Long brunette hair and large black trench coat shrouded the creature in darkness and mystery as it prowled closer to its trapped victim.
Drake glared defiantly up at his hunter. If he was going to die, he was going to die in honor, not cowering in a corner as he was now. He rose up to his full height, trying to intimidate his foe as best as possible. He could have sworn he had seen surprise and admiration in those blood red eyes before it was suddenly squelched.
"Goin' to fight me now are ya, gov'na?" He asked in a street merchant accent.
"Wit everything in me." Drake answered defiantly as he reached into his loose white shirt for the golden cross necklace his beloved mother had left for him, yet he didn't get the chance to brandish it as the vampire shoved him roughly up against the stone wall and set his teeth against the cords of Drake's thick neck.
'This is it...' Drake thought miserably as he squenched his yes shut, preparing himself for the pain.
Yet the cry he heard wasn't his own. He jerked his eyes back open to see a tall dark haired man fighting his foe. He sighed heavily with relief then clenched up again as he noticed the eyes of his savior. The golden-yellow eyes... And the fact that they belonged to another vampire.
'So this is what I'm reduced to?' Drake thought forlornly. 'Prize to the victor.'
"Hey, mate, a little help would be nice!" The newcomer barked, having a little trouble with his opponent.
"Hu?" Drake gasped in surprise as the yellow-eyed vamp knocked the other away and turned toward him, walking briskly.
Drake pressed himself against the wall, wishing he could just sink into it, as he pulled out his cross for protection. He was more then discouraged as his pursuer didn't even waver. The yellow-eyed vamp reached him and made a grab for the necklace.
"Give me that!" He ordered in a deep, sultry, demanding voice as he grabbed the chain of the ornament and yanked it off of Drake's neck.
Drake was astonished as the vamp reversed positions and headed back for his combatant. The yellow-eyed vamp ripped open the other's trench coat and placed the gold cross over his heart, watching with something close to sadistic pleasure as it cried out and arched its back under the assault.
"A stake would be nice right about now." The yellow-eyed vamp called over his shoulder to Drake without turning to acknowledge him.
"How can you be thinking about meat at a time like this!" Drake bellowed to the insane vampire.
"I mean a wooden stake you buffoon!" The yellow-eyed one retorted, this time looking up to glare at Drake darkly with those entrapping eyes.
"Oh, right then." Drake floundered as his eyes sought out some form of wood he could split to make a wooden stake.
To his surprise and luck he found a street sweeper's broom close by. He gripped it tightly as he brought his foot down on the middle, snapping it in two and quickly assessing the jagged edge as he advanced on the torturer an the tortured. He knelt down next to the yellow-eyed vamp and presented the stake.
"Bring it down over his heart." The vamp ordered, watching with alluring eyes as the young man followed his directions, yet hesitated.
He couldn't help but sigh with exasperation as he put his hand over the young man's, feeling the warmth of human flesh and brought the jagged edge of the broom down onto the struggling vamp's chest.
He couldn't help but smirk as he heard the man's sigh of exasperation then feel the tension in his hand at realizing who, or rather, what, was beside him. He didn't know what the hell had come over him as he face the human and leaned into him, bringing his lips to within a whisper of the man's as he hooked the necklace back around hi neck while murmuring: "Thanks, love. Hope we meet again...," He paused and pressed his lips firmly against the human's, pulling back he added, "real soon."
A/N: Okay people, that's my chapter and hope you all like it. So review and tell me what's good, bad, wrong, what ever. I'll post up the next two chapters soon, but I don't have internet at home and I'm doing of of this at school [except for typing up the stories] so it might take up to a week or so to do all of the typing and posting. There are 21 chapters in all so be prepared for the whole story to be finished. I am going to post the whole damn thing up and that's saying something fro a girl who rarely finishes a single story she starts. Oh, yeah, and as of 11/22/03 my girlfriend and I are no longer a couple. It lasted for a good two months though. Oh well. SINGLE AND LOVING IT! ^-^
Rating: NC-17
Author: yaoi_luver _16 & her girlfriend ^-^
Content: Slash! This means guy/guy sex people, homosexuality! You have been forewarned.
Disclaimer: Okay people this story is MINE! My girlfriend and I made it up and if anyone decides to take our idea I will hunt you down and sue for plagiarism. Drake, Louis, Cyric, Lady Emily, all of them are my girlfriend's and mine so this is fare warning and don't thing I won't sue, 'cause you can damn well bet your ass that I will!
A/N: Okay guys. This is my chapter and it's fairly long so I hope you enjoy it. Review and tell me what you think.
Chapter II
The overconfidence of the rest of the men in his company was rather unnerving. He wasn't the straightforward seducer that over half of the so-called gentle men in the room were. He was the meek, innocent type, believing that there was always some good in people. His naivety was the soul ambition of over half the woman in London, yet he never seemed to find the right one.
At the charming age of 23, he was the romantic, soulful type who was looking for true love, but believed that finding such should be a challenge. And as all of the woman he came across practically threw themselves at his feet, it was hardly a challenge.
He sighed in exasperation as a toast was said to who the party was being held for and he swirled the dark liquor in his elegant wine glass lazily. He had been hell bent and wholehearted to find someone at one of these many blasted swareys that he had attended and to his frustration and utter aggravation, no such luck was bestowed upon him.
He flipped his long, jagged, blond bangs out of his clear, pure sapphire blue eyes and watched with an amused smirk as a lovely, young, shapely, seductress of a woman came sauntering over to him.
Despite his romantic side, he rarely ever let it show unless he was doing something that he enjoyed with a fiery passion or courting a woman that proved to be a challenge; unfortunately there didn't seem to be a large stock of them in London. No, on the outside he projected the smug air and scandalous smirk that set women's hearts to pounding and knees to shaking.
His smirk grew as the young woman slid a gloved hand over his moderate sized bicep that was draped casually against the back of the couch he was reclining comfortably on. She plunked down next to him with a delicate huff and scooted up so close to him that their sides were practically welded together. She turned to face him slightly, her full bosom brushing against his broad chest.
"Good evening, Drake." She cooed softly, giving him another sultry look.
"Good evening, Lady Emily." He replied charmingly, going into conversation mode, which the ladies seemed to appreciate.
She was a petite thing next to his staggering 6' 3", tiny, slender feet, weak looking ankles, long, slender, creamy legs covered by a formal, navy blue gown. Rounded, womanly hips, trim waist with an obvious corset makingselfself as thin as bodily possible. Ample bosom displayed quite provocatively with the low cut of the dress. Long, slender neck with equally slender shoulders barley covered by the puffed sleeves of the elegant dress. Her face was fare and impish like, more rounded then angular, making her seem like just a young thing. Her eyes were a dazzling shade of bight green, contrasting wonsly sly with the black curls of hair done up in the latest fashion. Fetching jewelry clung to her ears and neck, glinting brightly despite the dimness of the room.
Drake couldn't help but chuckle mentally. The Lady's eyes were giving him silent worship and appraisal as they too took a wondering of his body from head to toe and back again, almost as if she was trying to convince herself that this god-like creature before her was real.
In fact, Drake was quite real. From his large square feet covered by classy shoes to his strong calves, bulky thighs and narrow hips covered by dark gray, rough trousers tied stylishly with a deep blue sash matching the color of his eyes. A wide, built chest covered by a thin, loose, white cloth shirt unbuttoned at the throat by two, showing off a thick, delicious-looking neck. From wide broad shoulders, to thick, strong biceps and triceps he was a terribly gorgeous specimen. His sharp jaw and angular face projecting a strong, demanding air about the unknown innocent of a man. His skin was tanned, his lips thin yet sensuous, his bright golden hair contrasting wondrously with his delectable looking skin. Dark, deep sapphire eyes could pierce through your very soul, bearing your every intention to his penetrating gaze.
"You're looking well this evening." Lady Emily pointed out, her eyes turning coy.
"Yes and so are you my Lady." He responded with a grin.
This girl had been after his ass for weeks, yet he had a strict rule that many knew. He never slept with a woman four years younger the him. And, sadly, for Lady Emily, she would always remain chasing his ass for she was at the ripe age of 19 and ready for a good lay. Too bad she'd never get it from the Duck of Mitchell.
Drake William Mitchell had just recently claimed hi title as Duke after his beloved father's passing. The scandal that had gone around for a good two weeks was that he had killed his own father, but Drake had squelched such a heart rendering rumor wi gla glare that could practically kill and a diagnosis from his father's Doctor. In truth the old man had died from cardiac arrest. The wagging tongues had stopped soon after that and most people were too ashamed at their quick assumption to even look at the grieving man.
Drake had just come out of his mourning about a month ago and was willing and ready to move on with his life. His father wouldn't have wanted him to be upset for the rest of his young life so he put the past behind him and the present before him and continued with the life he led before the upsetting demise of his last family tie.
He blinked rapidly as he looked up from his conversation with Lady Emily. He couldn't help but feel his heart pick up a few beats as he looked out the window from the right of his position on the couch to see a pair of bright yellow-golden eyes looking at him intently. He narrowed his own sapphire eyes in unease as the cat-like eyes blinked several times as if to clear their vision, then widened in sudden realization. Surprise entered those eyes before turning and walking off quickly.
Drake furrowed his brow and blinked his eyes in confusion as he realized his heart was beating faster and a cool chill ran down his spine. He had never seen such amazing eyes before, and he had never not been capable of assessing a person from eye contact as he had this time. Those eyes had beettomttomless, bleak, and blank and they unnerved him in a way nothing ever had before.
The rest of the evening had carried on rather dully. After countless hours of Lady Emily trying to get the Duke into her bed she had finally relented, and that's saying something for a young women as stubborn as her. Drake was one of the last to leave that evening. Departing with his good friend for whom the part was being held for.
Now Drake found himself walking alone on the barren streets of London, England. The coble stone street was lit eerily with unpredictably flashing lamps and he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at how quiet the normally busy streets of London were.
Drake's skin with a chill as he passed by a dark ally way. Not bothering to know why he felt that way he continued to move onward, picking up his pace. A moment later he heard footsteps coming from behind him and a sense of overwhelming dread wash over him.
He had read in the paper about murders that had been committed recently, yet the only wound that was inflicted was that at the base of the neck: two small puncture marks hardly capable of the cause yet seeming to have everything to do with it. In each autopsy there had been a large draining of blood, yet the two little puncture marks could hardly be the cause of it but it seemed to be the only explination.
Drake was starting to believe that the cause of those deaths weren't so farfetched after all as he began to walk faster. His heart jump-started as he heard the other pick up its own pace, gaining ground and coming closer. Now he was beginning to worry as he blasted out into a full run, his blond hair and blue sash whipping in the wind as he all out sprinted down the street. He took a quick look behind him to get a look at his pursuer and that act was his undoing as he ran into a solid wall of flesh and cursed as he fell back onto his rump. H looked up with a glare in his eyes at his assailant and paled considerably at what stood before him.
A vampire...
He withdrew sharply, backing up as quickly as possible while still sitting. He couldn't help but gulp as his back hit a solid wall...he was trapped.
The creature of the night, which stood before him, had glowing red eyes and the palest completion that he had ever seen, two short yet sharp fangs stuck proudly out of the creature's mouth as it grinned broadly down at its latest victim. Long brunette hair and large black trench coat shrouded the creature in darkness and mystery as it prowled closer to its trapped victim.
Drake glared defiantly up at his hunter. If he was going to die, he was going to die in honor, not cowering in a corner as he was now. He rose up to his full height, trying to intimidate his foe as best as possible. He could have sworn he had seen surprise and admiration in those blood red eyes before it was suddenly squelched.
"Goin' to fight me now are ya, gov'na?" He asked in a street merchant accent.
"Wit everything in me." Drake answered defiantly as he reached into his loose white shirt for the golden cross necklace his beloved mother had left for him, yet he didn't get the chance to brandish it as the vampire shoved him roughly up against the stone wall and set his teeth against the cords of Drake's thick neck.
'This is it...' Drake thought miserably as he squenched his yes shut, preparing himself for the pain.
Yet the cry he heard wasn't his own. He jerked his eyes back open to see a tall dark haired man fighting his foe. He sighed heavily with relief then clenched up again as he noticed the eyes of his savior. The golden-yellow eyes... And the fact that they belonged to another vampire.
'So this is what I'm reduced to?' Drake thought forlornly. 'Prize to the victor.'
"Hey, mate, a little help would be nice!" The newcomer barked, having a little trouble with his opponent.
"Hu?" Drake gasped in surprise as the yellow-eyed vamp knocked the other away and turned toward him, walking briskly.
Drake pressed himself against the wall, wishing he could just sink into it, as he pulled out his cross for protection. He was more then discouraged as his pursuer didn't even waver. The yellow-eyed vamp reached him and made a grab for the necklace.
"Give me that!" He ordered in a deep, sultry, demanding voice as he grabbed the chain of the ornament and yanked it off of Drake's neck.
Drake was astonished as the vamp reversed positions and headed back for his combatant. The yellow-eyed vamp ripped open the other's trench coat and placed the gold cross over his heart, watching with something close to sadistic pleasure as it cried out and arched its back under the assault.
"A stake would be nice right about now." The yellow-eyed vamp called over his shoulder to Drake without turning to acknowledge him.
"How can you be thinking about meat at a time like this!" Drake bellowed to the insane vampire.
"I mean a wooden stake you buffoon!" The yellow-eyed one retorted, this time looking up to glare at Drake darkly with those entrapping eyes.
"Oh, right then." Drake floundered as his eyes sought out some form of wood he could split to make a wooden stake.
To his surprise and luck he found a street sweeper's broom close by. He gripped it tightly as he brought his foot down on the middle, snapping it in two and quickly assessing the jagged edge as he advanced on the torturer an the tortured. He knelt down next to the yellow-eyed vamp and presented the stake.
"Bring it down over his heart." The vamp ordered, watching with alluring eyes as the young man followed his directions, yet hesitated.
He couldn't help but sigh with exasperation as he put his hand over the young man's, feeling the warmth of human flesh and brought the jagged edge of the broom down onto the struggling vamp's chest.
He couldn't help but smirk as he heard the man's sigh of exasperation then feel the tension in his hand at realizing who, or rather, what, was beside him. He didn't know what the hell had come over him as he face the human and leaned into him, bringing his lips to within a whisper of the man's as he hooked the necklace back around hi neck while murmuring: "Thanks, love. Hope we meet again...," He paused and pressed his lips firmly against the human's, pulling back he added, "real soon."
A/N: Okay people, that's my chapter and hope you all like it. So review and tell me what's good, bad, wrong, what ever. I'll post up the next two chapters soon, but I don't have internet at home and I'm doing of of this at school [except for typing up the stories] so it might take up to a week or so to do all of the typing and posting. There are 21 chapters in all so be prepared for the whole story to be finished. I am going to post the whole damn thing up and that's saying something fro a girl who rarely finishes a single story she starts. Oh, yeah, and as of 11/22/03 my girlfriend and I are no longer a couple. It lasted for a good two months though. Oh well. SINGLE AND LOVING IT! ^-^