fallen path

this is my second story... yay! um, I\'m really sleep deprived right now, I was sleep deprived when I wrote it... I don\'t like the way it turned out, I know for a fact this can be better... but I\'m too lazy to work on it now... I may add to it later, but I\'m a college freshman so it\'s not my main priority at the moment, plus I\'m still working on my teen titans story... bleh... mid terms... HALLOWEEN! oh so tired... nin... enjoy


The concert had ended well. Or at least Father Corbello had said so. Lucius didn’t feel as ecstatic as he was hoping. The people gave their thanks, but it was all to familiar to him. They liked it, in his eyes. But they didn’t love it. They weren’t moved by it. He stood in front of his mirror, watching his face as he mouthed his solo once again. He wanted to see if he had the expressions down. If it was in his face.

Julian on the other hand was aroused by the ceremony. Lifted from his tired shadows. Once he had descended from the rafters, the sun faded, he walked around the cathedral. It was dark, the marble appeared black. The ceiling was endless with dark shadows, looming in corners and over head in the tower dome. He descended the stairs, watching for any of the monks, avoiding the Virgin’s stare. He noticed a dim light appearing from one of the rooms down in the hall. The boy’s dorms were a few feet from the dim light. He wondered who would be up at this hour. It was a magnificent concert, perhaps they were celebrating, quietly at least. He drew closer to the door, taking care not to put foot on the wrong old floor board. He knew this cathedral so well after such a long stay. Peering slowly around the corner, his eyes widened with delight. There in the room, letting his golden locks fall smoothly over his shoulders, stood his little diva. Lucius, the star choir boy living at the cathedral. He was standing in front of an enormous mirror, silently serenading it into bliss. Julian edged into the room cautiously. Avoiding any brush of his robes against one another. Lucius took no notice to him, the mirror in front of him showed no signs of another presence other than his own. Julian took a soft step closer to his diva, breathing slowly. Reaching a hand out for him he stepped closer. Without touching his diva he stood an inch from him, tracing and molding his back in the air with his hands. Closing his eyes he leaned in, just barely missing the young diva’s hair. With one deep inaudible breath he inhaled the scent of bath oils. The ones in the bathrooms.

Slipping slightly he shuddered, and the diva ceased his silent lullaby, frozen. Turning slowly, Julian taking a step back, Lucius came face to face with this stranger. Staring at one another, the air thick and uneasy, “Who…” Lucius’ eyes widened suddenly and swinging around he faced the mirror once again. Seeing only himself present.

“Wait…” Julian said, placing a hand on Lucius’ arm.

Lucius looked at him, fear filling his eyes. “You’re…”

With a hasty wave of his hand, Julian had the boy stunned. Fear still filled those blue eyes, his mouth hung open, shaking slightly. “I beg of you,” Julian stepped closer and he felt the boy’s arm tense up. “I wont harm you. You need not fear me.” He leaned closer to the boy, feeling his body heat rise, he could hear his heart quickening the closer he came to it. Bringing his hand up to Lucius’ face he touched it gently to his cheek. Julian flinched at the feel of this man’s cold hands. Gently drawing his hand down Lucius’ neck, Julian sighed deeply, closing his eyes. He leaned closer his nose barely an inch from his diva’s ear. Lucius felt the man’s hot breath on his neck, and shuddering a little he relaxed his muscles a bit. Leaning into the hand cradling his cheek. Reaching his own hand at his side to the man’s hand, he held it above the cold thing cradling his jaw. Not touching it. He dare not touch it. The feel was so calm, slow. His heart raced for more, but he feared the man, or something else. Julian traced his lips over Lucius’ jaw shuddering at the feel of warm blood beyond the soft skin beneath his mouth. Lucius’ hand still hovered over the man’s, not touching it. His hand twitched, becoming hot. Julian traced his lips over Lucius’ ear, just barely touching the soft surface. Lucius could barely stand the lack of contact between the rest of their bodies, he knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t bare it any longer. He brushed his finger over a well defined knuckle, feeling it respond to his touch he placed his hand upon Julian’s, shaking. Still cradling the boy’s jaw, Julian brought one finger back intertwining with one of the boy’s fingers, followed by another finger, and another. Ceasing his trail, Julian drew back, looking at his diva. He was still shaking, and his mouth still hung open, but something different appeared in his eyes. They fluttered slightly, looking into his, looking into the grey shadows of ages. Placing his free hand under Lucius’ arm he roamed down to his lower back. Pulling him closer, their bodies finally touching, he traced his lips over Lucius’, which quivered as he shuddered. Cupping his lips over Lucius’ he held them there loosely, taking in the softness of the boy’s lips. Lucius could hardly control his breathing, he shook all over, he couldn’t stand still. Julian was stood there, supporting his diva’s weakening form. Pulling his hand from Julian’s he wrapped it around with his other arm, holding tightly bringing their bodies closer than possible. Forcing his lips harder onto Lucius’ he kissed him repeatedly. Lucius returned the favor, wrapping his arms around Julian s’s neck pulling him even closer. Lucius parted his lips awaiting Julian’s entry. Hesitating a little he traced his tongue over Lucius’ Lips feeling the faint vibrations of a moan to subtle to be herd just yet. Lucius met Julian, and running his tongue along side the man’s he followed it back, locking his lips to close the draft of cold air. Continuing to run along side the smooth path he found a hard sharp object next to the tongue. A tooth. Larger than the others. He ran his tongue under Julian’s to the other side only to find the same thing.

Breaking the kiss Lucius lowered his head to wrest against Julian’s neck. Nestling his head between the vampire’s neck and shoulder, he breathed hard, still holding tightly to him. Julian tightened his grasp breathing hard as well. Bringing one hand up he ran his fingers through the long soft hair. That hair which reminded him of his early days as a vampire. His creator. So cold. As he looked down at his diva, the hair falling aside to reveal the soft pale skin beneath it. Shutting his eyes, tight. He couldn’t help but listen to the pounding drone of Lucius’ pulse. Lucius lifted his head, seeing the vampires face he closed his eyes and nestled his cheek against the cold softness of Julian’s cheek. Opening his eyes slightly, he sighed deeply and loosened his grip, pushing Lucius away.

Turning quickly he ran from the room, to the stairs. Up the stair case passed where he had enjoyed the concert from the shadows. Alighting the tower staircase he emerged into his tower, the blinds drawn and dusty. He leaned on the small table next to his coffin, an old torn book lie on the table. The corners were all bent up, the spine was cocked. Opening the book a small ginkgo leaf fell to the floor. He gazed at the page for a moment, tracing the outline of a leaf where the juices had stained the page. Turning the page he found other flat, paper thin, brittle leaves. Leaning down he carefully picked up the ginkgo, holding it in his hand as the stem broke off, falling to the floor.

“I hear they’re extinct now…” he didn’t turn to face the doorway. He heard the small thumps as Lucius’ feet hit the floor boards descending into the tower. He stopped. Watching Julian as he picked up the ginkgo stem, placing it next to the leaf on the stained page. Closing the book he placed it quietly on the table.

Standing tall, just barely clearing the low rafters, he raised his head in the air closing his eyes. He heard Lucius take a deep breath. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Neither should you…” He opened his eyes, turning to look at him. Lucius was holding his hands around his waist just below his ribs. “Why did you come to find me.”

“I wasn’t searching for you… I just happened upon you that’s all.”

“So all that was… nothing.”

“No… no. It was something.” He turned away to rearrange some open books on the desk by the windows. “Something that cannot be.”

“Why not?”

“You know what would come of it. What I am.”

“A vampire?”

“You would die, only to live an eternity filled with pain, loss, and death. Or you would… die, old and weak, jealous of my preserved youth which you cannot see as a curse.”

Feeling warm arms wrap around his waist he froze, “and if I did not care?” Julian turned to face Lucius. “Why?” he looked up at the vampire, eyes filled with a desire all to familiar to Julian. “Why did you approach me? If you did not intend to love me, let me join you, or watch me age and weaken.”

“You do not understand. Our stories would be too alike. I could not stand to see you go through the pains I have endured.”

Lucius reached his hand suddenly to Julian’s face. “Please.” Julian realized suddenly what Lucius had done, a long cut alongside his index finger shined red. The smell of blood filled his nose as a small crimson drip formed threatening to fall from the pale finger. He looked at Lucius, “I just want to see…”

Julian took Lucius’ hand in his, caressing the finger with his lips. The strong hint of blood strengthened him and he could feel his fangs lengthening. Lucius watched with interest, as Julian slowly transformed into the legendary lust the vampires were known for. He shuddered as he felt the lips close about his finger, and the powerful inward action of Julian’s tongue milking the blood from its wound. Lucius held tight to Julian closing his eyes.

This blood that fueled his diva’s breath support forced his beautiful voice from deep within, was flowing through his mouth and down his throat. His blood that crept into every crack and crevice of his body, seemed to fill him in ways no other mortal’s blood has ever done. He heard Lucius moan and began to suck harder only to find the finger of his diva and his wrist were becoming cold. He ceased his blood lust pulling back from the boy. Pushing his grasp from him. Lucius followed him to his coffin.

“It can’t hurt me can it?” Julian looked at him as he said this. “I mean, a bite… it won’t turn me will it.”

“No… it won’t…” he looked away from Lucius breathing heavy. “but I don’t know if I can stop myself from taking it all.”

Lucius rounded him so they were facing each other. Julian looked at him seeing his hair falling to one side of his head. Lucius stood before him, looking at him with those blue eyes. Leaning down suddenly he wrapped his arms around him once more, tightly. “and if I trust you…”

Lucius sat there, not moving. Focusing all of his energy on not ravaging the neck in front of him. “I… I don’t, know…”

“please…” Lucius brushed his nose against Julian’s smooth cold neck, running his hands up his back. Julian slowly placed one hand at the back of Lucius neck. Leaning into this strong grasp Lucius closed his eyes. Running the other hand under his diva’s arm he held it at Lucius’ lower back. Leaning him back, holding him above the ground, he lowered his lips to the hot flesh, pounding with lust. Opening his mouth slightly, he smoothed his tongue over the surface, lathering its taste. Running his fangs over the skin Lucius shuddered, tilting his head back more. Baring his fangs Julian slowly sank into the pale flesh, feeling it pull a little before breaking to allow the hot blood to fall from his diva, into his mouth. His eyes shot opened, and he felt Lucius shake with a sudden gasp. Tightening his grip on Lucius’ neck he heard him moan with an airy shudder within it. He held tightly to his vampire’s shoulders pulling himself closer to this body holding him above the ground. Julian shut his eyes tight drawing the blood in quickly and letting it linger in his mouth, running his tongue through it like thick fudge. Feeling it fill him completely. Running hot down his throat. He continued to draw the blood from Lucius feeling his moans in his spine, the two were so close already he tightened his grasp only to find that Lucius was losing his. He slowed down and stroked the back of his diva’s neck with his fingers. Lucius’ moans ceased and one of his arms fell limp to one side. Breaking his lip lock Julian held his mouth there a moment, breathing in shudders and gasping. The blood still fell from the wound, and he caught it with his lips, drawing them over the surface smearing the blood down to Lucius’ collarbone.

He stood there, holding his diva, who to his relief, was still breathing. With one hand he opened the lid to his coffin, pulling Lucius’ head up to his chest he kissed his forehead before mounting the steps up to his bed. “are we going in there?” Lucius said, almost inaudibly.

“Yes, there’s plenty of room, and you can’t make it down the stairs like this. I want you to stay with me till the bleeding stops.” Lucius reached his hand down towards the coffin, and with Julian’s help, had crawled comfortably inside.

Julian followed after him, pulling the lid shut to rest on a small box to hold it open for air. He wrapped his arms around Lucius holding him close who had already passed out. Drawing his lips over his forehead Julian whispered to him, “I love you, my little diva.” He closed his eyes and listened throughout the night to the progress of Lucius’ heart beat, allowing it to serenade him off to sleep…


~~ suggestions? please :) ... O.o ... where should I go with it.... I will give in at some point... I am a weak mortal. I must have some action in here... \'k bye!~~