All Souls Crossing
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,026
Reviews:
0
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.
All Souls Crossing
Prologue: Nothing is ever how it seems
A lone figure sits on the bench in the center of the silent park, his body folded into itself for reasons not entirely having to do with the snow falling softly on the ground and around him. The gently moving air suddenly gusts causing a lock of purple, green, and red dyed hair to be blown into deep jade green eyes. A slender gloved hand pushes it to its former resting place behind a delicate ear. His breath ghosts softly out as he sighs, his shoulders moving up and down with the exhale.
Loud shuffling footsteps echo loudly in the still of the winter night. They move drunkenly closer to the bench that the young man inhabits.
“Hey buddy, you’re on my bench.” The words are slurred and shouted, causing the young man to look up. The intense green gaze locks onto the seemingly dead muddy bloodshot eyes and the young man’s slowly bleed to gold.
“What are you deaf?! I told you that you need to get off my bench.” A hick-up interrupts the drunk’s rant. The young man licks his lips, the gesture slow and deadly.
Faster than the drunk can blink the young man has moved and the drunk finds himself in a strong yet somehow gentle grip. He feels the silky texture of the young man’s hair against his cheek, the warmth of his breath puffing across his neck. He gasps at the sharp pin prick and the feeling of something sinking deeply into the unprotected flesh of his throat. He sighs softly as whatever it was gently slides out, and groans as a strong suction starts.
The young man is overwhelmed by the drunk’s memories that come with each mouthful of the warm sweet and liquor tinted life blood. He feels the drunk’s heartbeat surge as he begins to slowly sip his meal, the man’s sighs echoing loudly in his ears. He smiles softly as the drunk becomes a warm weight in his arms.
“Shame on you ‘Maia, you should know by now that you shouldn’t be feeding in plain view of everyone.” The young man pulls away from the drunk slowly, licking at the two puncture wounds on the man’s neck, not caring about the thin trail of blood slipping slowly down his chin. He sighs bitterly as he sits the dazed drunk on the bench beside them, glaring at the newcomer. His eyes roam over the other young man’s form taking in the long dark hair, the black winter ware and the smirk gracing his face.
“Oh come now Jeremiah, don’t look at me like that, I thought that I’d taught you better.” The newcomer moves slowly toward Jeremiah, his dark eyes fixed upon the scarlet line that stands out starkly on the alabaster skin. Jeremiah smiled softly as he was pulled into his companion’s arms.
“Aw but ‘Rai, he smelled so yummy…I just had to have a taste.” He shivered when a cool tongue ran along his chin and across his bottom lip. He opens his mouth to the questioning tongue allowing it to dominate his own and share the last lingering taste of the blood that was still in his mouth.
A lone figure sits on the bench in the center of the silent park, his body folded into itself for reasons not entirely having to do with the snow falling softly on the ground and around him. The gently moving air suddenly gusts causing a lock of purple, green, and red dyed hair to be blown into deep jade green eyes. A slender gloved hand pushes it to its former resting place behind a delicate ear. His breath ghosts softly out as he sighs, his shoulders moving up and down with the exhale.
Loud shuffling footsteps echo loudly in the still of the winter night. They move drunkenly closer to the bench that the young man inhabits.
“Hey buddy, you’re on my bench.” The words are slurred and shouted, causing the young man to look up. The intense green gaze locks onto the seemingly dead muddy bloodshot eyes and the young man’s slowly bleed to gold.
“What are you deaf?! I told you that you need to get off my bench.” A hick-up interrupts the drunk’s rant. The young man licks his lips, the gesture slow and deadly.
Faster than the drunk can blink the young man has moved and the drunk finds himself in a strong yet somehow gentle grip. He feels the silky texture of the young man’s hair against his cheek, the warmth of his breath puffing across his neck. He gasps at the sharp pin prick and the feeling of something sinking deeply into the unprotected flesh of his throat. He sighs softly as whatever it was gently slides out, and groans as a strong suction starts.
The young man is overwhelmed by the drunk’s memories that come with each mouthful of the warm sweet and liquor tinted life blood. He feels the drunk’s heartbeat surge as he begins to slowly sip his meal, the man’s sighs echoing loudly in his ears. He smiles softly as the drunk becomes a warm weight in his arms.
“Shame on you ‘Maia, you should know by now that you shouldn’t be feeding in plain view of everyone.” The young man pulls away from the drunk slowly, licking at the two puncture wounds on the man’s neck, not caring about the thin trail of blood slipping slowly down his chin. He sighs bitterly as he sits the dazed drunk on the bench beside them, glaring at the newcomer. His eyes roam over the other young man’s form taking in the long dark hair, the black winter ware and the smirk gracing his face.
“Oh come now Jeremiah, don’t look at me like that, I thought that I’d taught you better.” The newcomer moves slowly toward Jeremiah, his dark eyes fixed upon the scarlet line that stands out starkly on the alabaster skin. Jeremiah smiled softly as he was pulled into his companion’s arms.
“Aw but ‘Rai, he smelled so yummy…I just had to have a taste.” He shivered when a cool tongue ran along his chin and across his bottom lip. He opens his mouth to the questioning tongue allowing it to dominate his own and share the last lingering taste of the blood that was still in his mouth.