Fragile Things
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
740
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter One
Ok. So, I decided to update. Yay.
At first, this wasn't going to be a POV fic, because I hate writing in POV, but Calen starting yelling at me and since he can be very scary...it's a POV fic. So, then it was just going to be from Calen's POV, but then Ayden started whining...so its going to switch.
Anyway, I started this at work (I very productive) on the wax paper we use to wrap meat (I work in the school deli). Pen does not write on wax paper, and eraser doesn't work that well either. Just thought you should know, just in case.
Anyway...
Please review! I'd like to know how I'm doing!
A giant thank you to IndigoCurse for your review! I love your stories!
I don't have a beta so any mistakes are mine. Sorry.
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Calen POV
Ok. To be honest...I was going to run the thing over. I mean with all the animals and humans on the planet, would one less really matter that much?
Seriously.
Plus, fun galore. For me, anyway.
But, I don’t. Actually, I swerve to the side of the road and end up in the grass to avoid hitting it. Because I am a nice guy.
Alright, honestly...I thought about what it might do to my car, if I hit something that big. And since I have no money to fix it...no hitting tonight.
Damn.
So, after swerving, I get out of the car to take a look at the thing. If I didn’t get to hit it, why let anyone else.
Plus, I was curious.
The first thing I notice is the blood. The air reeks of it. So much that it drowns out all other scents. It’s a very good thing that I’ve fed recently.
Did I mention I’m a vampire? No? Well, I am. Yippee.
More about that later. Cause person bleeding in the middle of the street at midnight...way more important.
So, the person is, no surprise to me, covered in blood. From head to toe. Hair to shoes.
I can tell two things just by looking:
1) It (I have no idea if it’s male or female, so...it) is a very small person. Not child small, just short and petite.
2) It has blond hair. That one was harder to see, and if it weren’t for my wonderful night vision, I would have missed it. There is very little hair not covered with blood.
Next, I listen very carefully with my enhanced hearing and...bummer...there’s a heartbeat. It’s very faint, but it’s there.
Alright, since I seem to be on an honesty streak…I nearly left it there. But, I don’t.
Again, I’m a nice guy.
And I thought about what She would say if she ever found out. Not worth the headache.
Now, since I have no money this means I have no place to stay. I’m definitely not taking it to a hospital. Too many questions. So, that leaves me with one option...
I start ruffling through its pockets. I am not a pervert; I just need to find something with an address on it.
Ah ha! Victory! A school ID! Let’s see:
Name: Ayden Morgan
Gender: Male (guess I have to stop calling him it then)
Age: 16
Blood Type- oh who cares! Fucking Hell! It has everything on here except the kid’s frigging address.
So, back to ruffling through pockets. I finally hit pay dirt in his back pocket. A paycheck- with address. It’s only after reading the address that I realize I have no frigging clue where anything is in this stupid town.
Ok, I now have two options (since I can’t just leave him here):
1)I can drive around looking for the right street and probably let the kid bleed to death, or
2)I can find a gas station, and ask directions.
Gas station it is. I lift the kid up and carry him to the back seat. Then, I drive to
the gas station I passed about five minutes before the kid nearly got run down.
I have to say this stupid town has some very cute teenagers. Don’t think I didn’t notice the kid’s picture on his ID. Very cute.
Anyway, with directions it takes me about fifteen minutes to find the kids apartment. I find the key in the same pocket as the ID and quietly carry the kid inside.
It’s not a big place and the kid obviously lives alone. Four rooms. Kitchen. Living Room. Bathroom. Bedroom. I lay the kid on the floor of the bathroom and step over him to get to the tub. I start running a bath and turn back to the kid. I start undressing him.
Again, I’m not a pervert. But, I need to wash the blood off him and his clothes are covered in it. Once he’s completely naked (I thought about leaving his boxers on, but they would just get wet anyway) I lay him in the tub, turn off the water, and grab the soap and a couple washcloths.
Once the kid is clean I take him out and dry him off. Then, put his boxers back on him, and carry him into the bedroom. I very gently and nicely tuck him in, then go back to clean up the bathroom.
Kid better appreciate everything I’ve done for him.
I guess I should wait around until he wakes up, you know, so he knows who to thank for saving his ass.
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Ok. I know it's still short, but it's getting longer!
Now, please review. Please.
Sarain
At first, this wasn't going to be a POV fic, because I hate writing in POV, but Calen starting yelling at me and since he can be very scary...it's a POV fic. So, then it was just going to be from Calen's POV, but then Ayden started whining...so its going to switch.
Anyway, I started this at work (I very productive) on the wax paper we use to wrap meat (I work in the school deli). Pen does not write on wax paper, and eraser doesn't work that well either. Just thought you should know, just in case.
Anyway...
Please review! I'd like to know how I'm doing!
A giant thank you to IndigoCurse for your review! I love your stories!
I don't have a beta so any mistakes are mine. Sorry.
*****************************************************************************************************************
Calen POV
Ok. To be honest...I was going to run the thing over. I mean with all the animals and humans on the planet, would one less really matter that much?
Seriously.
Plus, fun galore. For me, anyway.
But, I don’t. Actually, I swerve to the side of the road and end up in the grass to avoid hitting it. Because I am a nice guy.
Alright, honestly...I thought about what it might do to my car, if I hit something that big. And since I have no money to fix it...no hitting tonight.
Damn.
So, after swerving, I get out of the car to take a look at the thing. If I didn’t get to hit it, why let anyone else.
Plus, I was curious.
The first thing I notice is the blood. The air reeks of it. So much that it drowns out all other scents. It’s a very good thing that I’ve fed recently.
Did I mention I’m a vampire? No? Well, I am. Yippee.
More about that later. Cause person bleeding in the middle of the street at midnight...way more important.
So, the person is, no surprise to me, covered in blood. From head to toe. Hair to shoes.
I can tell two things just by looking:
1) It (I have no idea if it’s male or female, so...it) is a very small person. Not child small, just short and petite.
2) It has blond hair. That one was harder to see, and if it weren’t for my wonderful night vision, I would have missed it. There is very little hair not covered with blood.
Next, I listen very carefully with my enhanced hearing and...bummer...there’s a heartbeat. It’s very faint, but it’s there.
Alright, since I seem to be on an honesty streak…I nearly left it there. But, I don’t.
Again, I’m a nice guy.
And I thought about what She would say if she ever found out. Not worth the headache.
Now, since I have no money this means I have no place to stay. I’m definitely not taking it to a hospital. Too many questions. So, that leaves me with one option...
I start ruffling through its pockets. I am not a pervert; I just need to find something with an address on it.
Ah ha! Victory! A school ID! Let’s see:
Name: Ayden Morgan
Gender: Male (guess I have to stop calling him it then)
Age: 16
Blood Type- oh who cares! Fucking Hell! It has everything on here except the kid’s frigging address.
So, back to ruffling through pockets. I finally hit pay dirt in his back pocket. A paycheck- with address. It’s only after reading the address that I realize I have no frigging clue where anything is in this stupid town.
Ok, I now have two options (since I can’t just leave him here):
1)I can drive around looking for the right street and probably let the kid bleed to death, or
2)I can find a gas station, and ask directions.
Gas station it is. I lift the kid up and carry him to the back seat. Then, I drive to
the gas station I passed about five minutes before the kid nearly got run down.
I have to say this stupid town has some very cute teenagers. Don’t think I didn’t notice the kid’s picture on his ID. Very cute.
Anyway, with directions it takes me about fifteen minutes to find the kids apartment. I find the key in the same pocket as the ID and quietly carry the kid inside.
It’s not a big place and the kid obviously lives alone. Four rooms. Kitchen. Living Room. Bathroom. Bedroom. I lay the kid on the floor of the bathroom and step over him to get to the tub. I start running a bath and turn back to the kid. I start undressing him.
Again, I’m not a pervert. But, I need to wash the blood off him and his clothes are covered in it. Once he’s completely naked (I thought about leaving his boxers on, but they would just get wet anyway) I lay him in the tub, turn off the water, and grab the soap and a couple washcloths.
Once the kid is clean I take him out and dry him off. Then, put his boxers back on him, and carry him into the bedroom. I very gently and nicely tuck him in, then go back to clean up the bathroom.
Kid better appreciate everything I’ve done for him.
I guess I should wait around until he wakes up, you know, so he knows who to thank for saving his ass.
**************************************************************************
Ok. I know it's still short, but it's getting longer!
Now, please review. Please.
Sarain