We Could Not Meet
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
2,962
Reviews:
25
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 8
AN: Okay, so I'm kinda getting pissed about the lack of reviews. I'm an insecure writer and I like to know that I'm doing a good job (or a poor one). I'd realllly appreciate some more reviews. I'm getting a hundred hits and may one review. Any of you who write as well should know how I feel. Also, I'm sorry it's taking me so long to get out these damn chapters and that they're so short. -.- I'm a busy person... I'm not studying for a test so that I can finally get out an update.
Reviewer:
Kolgrim- again, thank you for the review. Yeah, Rae to the rescue, Luc's gonna be pissy for a bit, I think, but hell, wouldn't you be? I hope you like this update! This story is completely different from what I usually write so it's great to know that you like it.
PLEASE REVIEW. T_T
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Azrael’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I could tell Lucas was upset with me when he left, but there was nothing I could do about it. I was left hungry when he hurried up the stairs and I could not help but sigh in annoyance. I was stuck in this library for a long time yet and now I needed to feed.
Reluctantly, I rose, deciding I needed to do something that was against my usual policy. I was going to feed from someone in the library. Not to the death of course, but at least a little. I was only going to because I needed to go pay two certain males a visit and I would not have time to eat before going to sleep. But it would be worth it—those bastards would not touch my lover again.
I decided I would take someone from the section farthest away from my little hiding place. I could not afford to be trapped in the building with someone I fed from and have them be able to identify me later. So, I began to mount the stairs, ignoring the slight burning sensation on my hand when the filtered sunlight grazed my fingertips. I reached the top, moving towards the adult fiction section. There were not many people milling around that night, it was getting late and most people were home with their families. I spent a good fifteen minutes looking for the perfect person in the large library.
Finally, I found one—a bookworm. He was reading a sci-fi book, leaning against one of the stacks. He looked meek, glasses and greasy hair, slender frame, high pants… stereotypical, really. His blood would not taste the best, but it would do the job. I moved forward, clapping my hand over his mouth, whispering for him to be silent as I leaned down, wincing at the odor that rose from him as I sank my teeth into his neck from behind. I took several long gulps, cringing inwardly at the bitter taste before I pulled away.
The man, probably in his early twenties or late teens, slumped back, and I caught his weight, slowly resting him on the floor. I positioned him against the stacks, making a face as he licked up the bite marks, healing them. Finally, I changed the way the book was, making it appear that he had simply fallen asleep as he read.
Finished with my meal, I headed out so I could pay those bastards a visit. It took me a long to find the appropriate house for Daniel, the sidekick from what I had read about the two boys in their files. I studied the house, deciding the best way to break in. I was not sure which room was his, so I would have to explore. It was dark enough outside that I did not have to worry about someone seeing me and I could observe. Depending on how late the family went to bed, I would have to wait to go after Charlie.
Eventually, the lights went out in the house and it was time to act. I easily picked the lock to their house, checking around quickly for an alarm system. I was definitely relieved to find there was not one. Lock picking was a skill learned over years, but cracking the code for an alarm was a lot more complicated and I had not cared to learn it. Once in, I looked about, listening intently for signs of consciousness. When I found none, I crept up the stairs, cringing when one of them creaked loudly.
I carefully opened the door to each room, quickly discovering the correct one. I sized up the sleeping teenager—he looked a little heavyset, but over all, fairly attractive. I slipped into his room, closing and locking the door behind me. I strode forward, clapping a hand over the boy’s mouth, smirking when his eyes flew open. My free hand went to his throat, applying light pressure. “You hurt someone I care for…” I muttered to him, his eyes showed his confusion. “Lucas. You helped your little friend hurt him.” My lips parted, showing off my fangs, “If I hear you’ve touched him again, I will snap your neck. Is that understood? I will drink from you and then kill you…” I hissed softly.
His eyes were wide in fear, and I could not help but love the fear. I may have been a kind hearted vampire over all, but I was still a predator. I leaned down, letting my sharp teeth graze the boy’s neck before drawing away, letting my hand away from his mouth so he could confirm that he understood me. I kept my hand at his throat so he would not be able to scream for his family. “Do you understand me?” I asked quietly, staring him in the eyes.
He nodded a little and then whispered “yes…” In response, I leaned forward once more, digging my teeth deep into his neck as I covered his mouth again, drinking enough to knock him out and keep him that way for the rest of the night at least. I left him like that after licking the wound to heal it. I snuck back out of the house, relocking the door. No-one would believe Daniel; they would all think it was just a nightmare. I glanced at the sky, noting how it was slowly beginning to lighten. I would have to wait to threaten Charlie.
I headed home, stomach full from both feedings—if I had known I would feed from that boy, I would not have fed at the library, but it was too late to correct that. Soon enough, I was back in the comfort of my own home, seeing Vincent watching television. I brushed blood from my lips, “go to bed,” I directed him, moving towards my own room and locking the door. A moment later, I collapsed into my bed, falling asleep in moments.
Reviewer:
Kolgrim- again, thank you for the review. Yeah, Rae to the rescue, Luc's gonna be pissy for a bit, I think, but hell, wouldn't you be? I hope you like this update! This story is completely different from what I usually write so it's great to know that you like it.
PLEASE REVIEW. T_T
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Azrael’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I could tell Lucas was upset with me when he left, but there was nothing I could do about it. I was left hungry when he hurried up the stairs and I could not help but sigh in annoyance. I was stuck in this library for a long time yet and now I needed to feed.
Reluctantly, I rose, deciding I needed to do something that was against my usual policy. I was going to feed from someone in the library. Not to the death of course, but at least a little. I was only going to because I needed to go pay two certain males a visit and I would not have time to eat before going to sleep. But it would be worth it—those bastards would not touch my lover again.
I decided I would take someone from the section farthest away from my little hiding place. I could not afford to be trapped in the building with someone I fed from and have them be able to identify me later. So, I began to mount the stairs, ignoring the slight burning sensation on my hand when the filtered sunlight grazed my fingertips. I reached the top, moving towards the adult fiction section. There were not many people milling around that night, it was getting late and most people were home with their families. I spent a good fifteen minutes looking for the perfect person in the large library.
Finally, I found one—a bookworm. He was reading a sci-fi book, leaning against one of the stacks. He looked meek, glasses and greasy hair, slender frame, high pants… stereotypical, really. His blood would not taste the best, but it would do the job. I moved forward, clapping my hand over his mouth, whispering for him to be silent as I leaned down, wincing at the odor that rose from him as I sank my teeth into his neck from behind. I took several long gulps, cringing inwardly at the bitter taste before I pulled away.
The man, probably in his early twenties or late teens, slumped back, and I caught his weight, slowly resting him on the floor. I positioned him against the stacks, making a face as he licked up the bite marks, healing them. Finally, I changed the way the book was, making it appear that he had simply fallen asleep as he read.
Finished with my meal, I headed out so I could pay those bastards a visit. It took me a long to find the appropriate house for Daniel, the sidekick from what I had read about the two boys in their files. I studied the house, deciding the best way to break in. I was not sure which room was his, so I would have to explore. It was dark enough outside that I did not have to worry about someone seeing me and I could observe. Depending on how late the family went to bed, I would have to wait to go after Charlie.
Eventually, the lights went out in the house and it was time to act. I easily picked the lock to their house, checking around quickly for an alarm system. I was definitely relieved to find there was not one. Lock picking was a skill learned over years, but cracking the code for an alarm was a lot more complicated and I had not cared to learn it. Once in, I looked about, listening intently for signs of consciousness. When I found none, I crept up the stairs, cringing when one of them creaked loudly.
I carefully opened the door to each room, quickly discovering the correct one. I sized up the sleeping teenager—he looked a little heavyset, but over all, fairly attractive. I slipped into his room, closing and locking the door behind me. I strode forward, clapping a hand over the boy’s mouth, smirking when his eyes flew open. My free hand went to his throat, applying light pressure. “You hurt someone I care for…” I muttered to him, his eyes showed his confusion. “Lucas. You helped your little friend hurt him.” My lips parted, showing off my fangs, “If I hear you’ve touched him again, I will snap your neck. Is that understood? I will drink from you and then kill you…” I hissed softly.
His eyes were wide in fear, and I could not help but love the fear. I may have been a kind hearted vampire over all, but I was still a predator. I leaned down, letting my sharp teeth graze the boy’s neck before drawing away, letting my hand away from his mouth so he could confirm that he understood me. I kept my hand at his throat so he would not be able to scream for his family. “Do you understand me?” I asked quietly, staring him in the eyes.
He nodded a little and then whispered “yes…” In response, I leaned forward once more, digging my teeth deep into his neck as I covered his mouth again, drinking enough to knock him out and keep him that way for the rest of the night at least. I left him like that after licking the wound to heal it. I snuck back out of the house, relocking the door. No-one would believe Daniel; they would all think it was just a nightmare. I glanced at the sky, noting how it was slowly beginning to lighten. I would have to wait to threaten Charlie.
I headed home, stomach full from both feedings—if I had known I would feed from that boy, I would not have fed at the library, but it was too late to correct that. Soon enough, I was back in the comfort of my own home, seeing Vincent watching television. I brushed blood from my lips, “go to bed,” I directed him, moving towards my own room and locking the door. A moment later, I collapsed into my bed, falling asleep in moments.