Fallen Blood Roses
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,255
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Fallen Blood Roses
Fallen Blood Roses
-Based on a prior historical time.... Vampiric characters.....
Chapter 1
Drained, and deathly pale Michael clung to the post of his mahogany bed. He yearned to bite the wood, to bite anything at all, for all he could feel was pain in his gums, and the ache within him for blood. Gushing warm, bright red, seeping, and restoring life to him once again. Unlike most of his kind, Michael still had a conscience... The idea disturbed many of his friends, and kept others from seeking his company in disgust.
Mortality had long ago left his memory, but faintly, only faintly did he remember extreme thirst. Sand had surrounded him, hopelessly, he had wished they were large waves of glorious liquid, swallowing him whole, refreshing his body, and carrying him to another existence...another life..a new reality where hunger and thirst troubled him no more...
The waves of water had never came, but over the waves of sand, a group, shrouded carefully from head to toe, had come into their small village. His father, weak, and dying, begged them to take his eldest son. Michael yearned to refuse, for they never showed their faces, and darkness permeated their being. He knew they were drawn to his goodness, his kindness, the fact that light radiated from within him, beaming hard enough to nearly outshine the squelching desert sun.
Taunt was his body, youth epitomized in his boyish face. Part of him wished to never change..ever... For his eyes to remain full of light, for his waist to remain small, and for his strength never to fleet him. Watching his father wither away had been unbearable, and an opportunity had presented itself for him to escape dealing with death... Going to his father's bedside, he kissed his forehead, and pressed his lips against his gnarled cheeks.... "I shall go father.." he whispered. "For you wish it with every fiber of your being, and I know my place is not here," he finished. Michael gathered up a lone pouch, and left... Despite his father's state, he knew he would watch him leave. Never turning back, he walked into the hot desert air, moving quickly toward the cloaked figures and their beasts. "I am ready," he whispered. No one seemed to have made any movement, he gasped as he was thrown onto the back of a horse... Strange, flute-like music filled his ears, as the monstrous animals galloped at impossible speed. Closing his eyes, he sunk it all in, his heart dancing with the rise and fall of the precious notes...
-Based on a prior historical time.... Vampiric characters.....
Chapter 1
Drained, and deathly pale Michael clung to the post of his mahogany bed. He yearned to bite the wood, to bite anything at all, for all he could feel was pain in his gums, and the ache within him for blood. Gushing warm, bright red, seeping, and restoring life to him once again. Unlike most of his kind, Michael still had a conscience... The idea disturbed many of his friends, and kept others from seeking his company in disgust.
Mortality had long ago left his memory, but faintly, only faintly did he remember extreme thirst. Sand had surrounded him, hopelessly, he had wished they were large waves of glorious liquid, swallowing him whole, refreshing his body, and carrying him to another existence...another life..a new reality where hunger and thirst troubled him no more...
The waves of water had never came, but over the waves of sand, a group, shrouded carefully from head to toe, had come into their small village. His father, weak, and dying, begged them to take his eldest son. Michael yearned to refuse, for they never showed their faces, and darkness permeated their being. He knew they were drawn to his goodness, his kindness, the fact that light radiated from within him, beaming hard enough to nearly outshine the squelching desert sun.
Taunt was his body, youth epitomized in his boyish face. Part of him wished to never change..ever... For his eyes to remain full of light, for his waist to remain small, and for his strength never to fleet him. Watching his father wither away had been unbearable, and an opportunity had presented itself for him to escape dealing with death... Going to his father's bedside, he kissed his forehead, and pressed his lips against his gnarled cheeks.... "I shall go father.." he whispered. "For you wish it with every fiber of your being, and I know my place is not here," he finished. Michael gathered up a lone pouch, and left... Despite his father's state, he knew he would watch him leave. Never turning back, he walked into the hot desert air, moving quickly toward the cloaked figures and their beasts. "I am ready," he whispered. No one seemed to have made any movement, he gasped as he was thrown onto the back of a horse... Strange, flute-like music filled his ears, as the monstrous animals galloped at impossible speed. Closing his eyes, he sunk it all in, his heart dancing with the rise and fall of the precious notes...