The Dead Live On
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Romance › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,492
Reviews:
6
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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.
Prologue - Not Normal?!
Warnings: Yaoi, incest (in later chapters), descriptions of gore, some violence, death (lots of death), Nudity descriptions, ghost sex, M/M, Shounen-ai, a little SoloM (I think), and Molestation by DEAD BODY PARTS!! Anything here you don't like you probably shouldn't read... Thank you for your time.
Disclaimer: I own it all. Mwahahaaa!! (I hope this is viewable now and just to let everyone know this is unedited sorry. No time for it right now. TT)
~Start Chapter 1~
His day had started out like any other day: Normal. It was just normal. Normal school life, normal friends, normal home life, and normal homework. So when he went to sleep he expected it to be like any other normal night's sleep. Just a simple dream about whatever and then wake up in his normal bed. Just normal. So when he woke up in a place that wasn't his bed or even his room he knew that this day wasn't normal. When he noticed it was a catacomb, he knew it wasn't just abnormal, it was horrifingly weird, creepy, and spooky.
When he looked around he realized he was in a dark corridor. Slab walls, slab ground, a lighted torch on the wall, and a flying head... Ok so just a normal creepy place, minus the floating head that stared at him. Suddenly two hands appeared from no where and he got creeped out. When the decapitated body parts moved towards him in a menacing manner he quickly ran in the opposite direction. He screamed and tripped. When he hit the floor, he rolled over, and looked at his attacker. The hands had a strangle hold on his neck and before he passed out he heard a gun shot echo in the thin passage way.
He felt his body move against his will. A shake here, a pat here, and a prod there. He blinked his eyes open wearily. His eye sight was blurry and he couldn't really make any sense out of the darkness. He heard an annoyed sigh from above him and then there was a tiny light. He looked at the light as it got closer. It was really small and he could see the hand that held it. Suddenly his memories of the floating hands came back and he scooted as far away from the hand as possible. He shook from fear and crossed his arms defensively in front of his face. The fire stopped and a small chuckle came from the direction of the fire.
"I don't think that crossing your arms over your face will protect from the spirits." Came a deep, manly, voice.
"Who are you and what do you want?" He whimpered out. He curled his legs up to his chest to help with his pathetic deffense.
"You can call me Kurtz for now. Even though it's not my real name. I wanted to know what you're doing here. This really isn't a place for mortals." Kurtz replied.
"M-mortals? So... you... aren't... human...?" This paniced him more.
"No. Not really. I look like one though. So what's your name kid?" He said ammused by his visitor.
"Damien... Where is this place...?" Damien had slowly lowered his arms to try and get a better view of his surroundings.
"Hmmm... I don't know what you'd call it... Hmm... A place where the dead live their lives as if they were still alive... Sort of like a place that you mortals call Limbo..." Kurtz answered carefully.
"O...K... So are you a ghost?" Damien asked tentively.
"No. I'm what you mortals call a Nosferatu, or a Vampire. Although we don't call ourselves that." Kurtz answered.
"A vampire?! Are you gonna drink my blood?!" Once again Damien's hands covered his face.
"No. I'm not hungery and there is no short supply of food either. I'm in no need for mortal blood." Kurtz smirked at the silly mortal in front of him. "I'm more in need of an answer for why you're here." His smirk quickly faded into a blank expression.
"I don't know. I was asleep in my bed, in my house, and when I woke up I was in that passage way with that... thing...." Damien shivered.
"Ah. A low level "demon" to put it simply. They are relatively harmless. Your being here is quite the problem though." Kurtz sat in front of the mortal and studied him.
Damien got a closer look at the vampires face. He had high cheek bones, stronge facial structure, thin eyes that were a dark red, and short black hair and longish banges. He was very masculine and he looked very powerful. He couldn't make out his clothes or anything else in the darkness. Kurtz noticed the boy study him. He didn't really mind. Damien's hair was light brown, messy, and fluffy from sleep. His eyes were a bright blue, wide, and relatively innocent. He had a soft rounded face and rounded nose. He wore a black tee-shirt with two bones crossed, a pair of blue jeans, and blue and black sneakers.
"Do you usually wear those clothes to sleep?" Kurtz asked, confused by the attire.
"Huh?" Damien looked down at himself, even though he couldn't see, and could tell he was in his school clothes from the previous day. "HUH?! I WASN'T WEARING THIS BEFORE!!" He shouted and grabbed at his shirt. Now Damien was very confused.
'Weird mortal.' Kurtz thought to himself. "Well you deffinately aren't dead. I can feel the fresh blood in your vains. Mortals are never supposed to set foot here. There hasn't been a mortal here since... Almost 1,000 years now..." Kurtz stopped himself and sighed.
Damien looked up at the vampire. If this didn't normally happen then why did it happen to him. He began to wonder if there was even a way to get back. He paniced. He might never get to go home and see his family again. He might have to constintly live in fear of the dead. He might have to run for his life ever day. He might even get killed by some dead person and have to live here like them. He had lost all hope now and the only person he knew in this weird place was a vampire named Kurtz. To top it off that wasn't even his real name. He slouched down and tears came to eyes.
Kurtz could smell the poor boys tears and went to kneel next to him. He brushed the tears from his eyes and rubbed the top of his head. Kurtz's eyes widdened when the clutched onto him tightly adn cried in his arms. He slowly wrapped his arms tightly around the thin frame of the boy and let him cry into his chest. Kurtz didn't know how to comfort properly and wasn't accostumed to dealings that involved emotions other than his own. So he just held him awkwardly and waited until he calmed down enough to talk with him. Before that happened though the boy fell asleep in his arms from his overwhelming emotions. Kurtz looked down at the sleeping kid and let out yet another sigh.
Kurtz lifted Damien and carried him to were he sleeps. He laid Damine in his bed and fell asleep with him.
~End Chapter 1~
Tsumy: I got this idea from a drawing I did. Make that 2 drawings I did. (Should I post a link when I add them online? <<) Original. All of it. ^ ^ YAY!! SOMETHING THAT'S MINE!! *hugs idea* Comments are welcome. I don't mind listening to requests for this story either. ^ ^ Alright thank you! P.S. Please tell me if I should write and add the second chapter, I'm not sure.
Disclaimer: I own it all. Mwahahaaa!! (I hope this is viewable now and just to let everyone know this is unedited sorry. No time for it right now. TT)
~Start Chapter 1~
His day had started out like any other day: Normal. It was just normal. Normal school life, normal friends, normal home life, and normal homework. So when he went to sleep he expected it to be like any other normal night's sleep. Just a simple dream about whatever and then wake up in his normal bed. Just normal. So when he woke up in a place that wasn't his bed or even his room he knew that this day wasn't normal. When he noticed it was a catacomb, he knew it wasn't just abnormal, it was horrifingly weird, creepy, and spooky.
When he looked around he realized he was in a dark corridor. Slab walls, slab ground, a lighted torch on the wall, and a flying head... Ok so just a normal creepy place, minus the floating head that stared at him. Suddenly two hands appeared from no where and he got creeped out. When the decapitated body parts moved towards him in a menacing manner he quickly ran in the opposite direction. He screamed and tripped. When he hit the floor, he rolled over, and looked at his attacker. The hands had a strangle hold on his neck and before he passed out he heard a gun shot echo in the thin passage way.
He felt his body move against his will. A shake here, a pat here, and a prod there. He blinked his eyes open wearily. His eye sight was blurry and he couldn't really make any sense out of the darkness. He heard an annoyed sigh from above him and then there was a tiny light. He looked at the light as it got closer. It was really small and he could see the hand that held it. Suddenly his memories of the floating hands came back and he scooted as far away from the hand as possible. He shook from fear and crossed his arms defensively in front of his face. The fire stopped and a small chuckle came from the direction of the fire.
"I don't think that crossing your arms over your face will protect from the spirits." Came a deep, manly, voice.
"Who are you and what do you want?" He whimpered out. He curled his legs up to his chest to help with his pathetic deffense.
"You can call me Kurtz for now. Even though it's not my real name. I wanted to know what you're doing here. This really isn't a place for mortals." Kurtz replied.
"M-mortals? So... you... aren't... human...?" This paniced him more.
"No. Not really. I look like one though. So what's your name kid?" He said ammused by his visitor.
"Damien... Where is this place...?" Damien had slowly lowered his arms to try and get a better view of his surroundings.
"Hmmm... I don't know what you'd call it... Hmm... A place where the dead live their lives as if they were still alive... Sort of like a place that you mortals call Limbo..." Kurtz answered carefully.
"O...K... So are you a ghost?" Damien asked tentively.
"No. I'm what you mortals call a Nosferatu, or a Vampire. Although we don't call ourselves that." Kurtz answered.
"A vampire?! Are you gonna drink my blood?!" Once again Damien's hands covered his face.
"No. I'm not hungery and there is no short supply of food either. I'm in no need for mortal blood." Kurtz smirked at the silly mortal in front of him. "I'm more in need of an answer for why you're here." His smirk quickly faded into a blank expression.
"I don't know. I was asleep in my bed, in my house, and when I woke up I was in that passage way with that... thing...." Damien shivered.
"Ah. A low level "demon" to put it simply. They are relatively harmless. Your being here is quite the problem though." Kurtz sat in front of the mortal and studied him.
Damien got a closer look at the vampires face. He had high cheek bones, stronge facial structure, thin eyes that were a dark red, and short black hair and longish banges. He was very masculine and he looked very powerful. He couldn't make out his clothes or anything else in the darkness. Kurtz noticed the boy study him. He didn't really mind. Damien's hair was light brown, messy, and fluffy from sleep. His eyes were a bright blue, wide, and relatively innocent. He had a soft rounded face and rounded nose. He wore a black tee-shirt with two bones crossed, a pair of blue jeans, and blue and black sneakers.
"Do you usually wear those clothes to sleep?" Kurtz asked, confused by the attire.
"Huh?" Damien looked down at himself, even though he couldn't see, and could tell he was in his school clothes from the previous day. "HUH?! I WASN'T WEARING THIS BEFORE!!" He shouted and grabbed at his shirt. Now Damien was very confused.
'Weird mortal.' Kurtz thought to himself. "Well you deffinately aren't dead. I can feel the fresh blood in your vains. Mortals are never supposed to set foot here. There hasn't been a mortal here since... Almost 1,000 years now..." Kurtz stopped himself and sighed.
Damien looked up at the vampire. If this didn't normally happen then why did it happen to him. He began to wonder if there was even a way to get back. He paniced. He might never get to go home and see his family again. He might have to constintly live in fear of the dead. He might have to run for his life ever day. He might even get killed by some dead person and have to live here like them. He had lost all hope now and the only person he knew in this weird place was a vampire named Kurtz. To top it off that wasn't even his real name. He slouched down and tears came to eyes.
Kurtz could smell the poor boys tears and went to kneel next to him. He brushed the tears from his eyes and rubbed the top of his head. Kurtz's eyes widdened when the clutched onto him tightly adn cried in his arms. He slowly wrapped his arms tightly around the thin frame of the boy and let him cry into his chest. Kurtz didn't know how to comfort properly and wasn't accostumed to dealings that involved emotions other than his own. So he just held him awkwardly and waited until he calmed down enough to talk with him. Before that happened though the boy fell asleep in his arms from his overwhelming emotions. Kurtz looked down at the sleeping kid and let out yet another sigh.
Kurtz lifted Damien and carried him to were he sleeps. He laid Damine in his bed and fell asleep with him.
~End Chapter 1~
Tsumy: I got this idea from a drawing I did. Make that 2 drawings I did. (Should I post a link when I add them online? <<) Original. All of it. ^ ^ YAY!! SOMETHING THAT'S MINE!! *hugs idea* Comments are welcome. I don't mind listening to requests for this story either. ^ ^ Alright thank you! P.S. Please tell me if I should write and add the second chapter, I'm not sure.