Innocence Broken
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
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Category:
Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
13,403
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters belong to this author and Unauthorized duplication is prohibited
Chapter 1: Questions
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Pairings: Ezra/Matt Later: Matt/Warren
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Innocence Broken
Matthew Roberts: 27 years old, 5’7”, slim with the body of a swimmer, brown wavy hair that falls to just past his collar, big bright green eyes with little flecks of yellow in. He is a pale honey tan and has a small scar under his left eye.
Ezra Dumas: Vampire, unknown age, 6’3” tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, has dark brown/black hair that falls to his shoulders; he has light blue eyes with pale skin and high cheekbones.
Warren Masters: Vampire, between 100-350 years old, 6’1” and lithe but very powerful build, short chestnut brown hair with red highlights. Have deep brown eyes with strong jaw and angular face.
Chapter 1: Questions
The first thing that Matt noticed was the loud continuous hum that seemed to scream in his ears. Slowly his mind began to focus on his body. He became aware that he was laying down on a cold hard surface, and then the smell hit him. The stench of human waste and puke clogged his airways and made him gag, his body shuddered and the pounding in his head worsened. He tried to move, his whole body hurt. Every movement made his muscles scream and his head throb. He tried to move but pain flashed through him and he was sure his head was ready to explode. Taking a deep, unsure breath he forced his body to move. Slowly, he moved his arms until his hand struck something smooth. His fingers slowly moved over the object, it was cold and hard. He tried to open his eyes but the bright lights in the room made his stomach lurch. He gagged and brought up bile. Laying back down he tried to remember the last time he ate.
Come on Matt, you can do this! Taking another deep breath he reached out and this time his hand connected to something he could recognize. His hand gripped the cold smooth porcelain of a sink and his body screamed as he forced it up into a sitting position. A dry cracked sob burst from his lips as he forced his body to move until he was on all fours. His left hand gripped to the sink for dear life. Again he opened his eyes, tears spilled over as his cheeks and the lights seemed to burn but he didn’t care. He had to see where he was. Gingerly, he dragged himself up until he was leaning on the sink. Matt took several deep breaths forcing his body to calm and to think.
Matt slowly moved his head to look at his surroundings; it appeared he was in a bathroom that hadn’t been cleaned since Nixon was in the White House. The floor was covered in dark brown and black stains hiding the once white tiles and looking closer he could see blood droplets by the door that ended in a small pool by his feet. The sink that he was gripping onto he imagined had once been white but was now a grey yellow colour, with speckles of red and brown stains. He wondered if the red was blood, his heart skipped and his knees weakened and he realised that it was properly his blood. Another wave of sickness washed over him. He glanced over to the urinals on his left, but on seeing the rest of the bathroom and from the smell that still threatened to choke him he decided to leave them alone.
He pulled his attention from the offending items and focused again on the sink, noting for the first time that his hands where mottled black and blue and dried blood clung to his raw knuckles. Taking a slow deep breath he lifted his head, staring into the clouded mirror above the sink. The first thing he noticed was the long scrape mark down the right side of his face., It ran from his hairline to his jaw. It was dirty and showed signs of a mild infection but it had stopped bleeding, telling him he’d been here awhile. He leaned forward, his brown wavy hair was matted and tangled with dried blood and dark circles shadowed his green eyes that appeared bright and large against his pale, hallow face.
Turning on the tap he splashed cold water on his face, trying to clean off the dirt and blood; trying to stop his head from throbbing. Turning the water off, he ran his wet hands through his hair, attempting to calm it before turning away from the startling face that looked at him from the misty mirror. He paused and turned back, leaning closer he pulled the collar of his shirt down a little, a dark circle marked his pale neck. He ran his fingertip over the strange mark before pausing again, what was that? Moving as close as he dared to the mirror he looked again. There they were, two small holes in the side of his neck. He jerked away from the sink as he legs buckled and his breathing became shallow. Panic and adrenalin flooded his body, what the hell had happened?
A loud bang on the door caused Matt to jump, he pressed himself against wall beside the sink, his whole body trembled and shook. More pounding caused the door to shake. Matt clutched at his head as a strange ringing noise filled his ears and memories of the last three days flashed through his mind...
Pairings: Ezra/Matt Later: Matt/Warren
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Innocence Broken
Matthew Roberts: 27 years old, 5’7”, slim with the body of a swimmer, brown wavy hair that falls to just past his collar, big bright green eyes with little flecks of yellow in. He is a pale honey tan and has a small scar under his left eye.
Ezra Dumas: Vampire, unknown age, 6’3” tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, has dark brown/black hair that falls to his shoulders; he has light blue eyes with pale skin and high cheekbones.
Warren Masters: Vampire, between 100-350 years old, 6’1” and lithe but very powerful build, short chestnut brown hair with red highlights. Have deep brown eyes with strong jaw and angular face.
Chapter 1: Questions
The first thing that Matt noticed was the loud continuous hum that seemed to scream in his ears. Slowly his mind began to focus on his body. He became aware that he was laying down on a cold hard surface, and then the smell hit him. The stench of human waste and puke clogged his airways and made him gag, his body shuddered and the pounding in his head worsened. He tried to move, his whole body hurt. Every movement made his muscles scream and his head throb. He tried to move but pain flashed through him and he was sure his head was ready to explode. Taking a deep, unsure breath he forced his body to move. Slowly, he moved his arms until his hand struck something smooth. His fingers slowly moved over the object, it was cold and hard. He tried to open his eyes but the bright lights in the room made his stomach lurch. He gagged and brought up bile. Laying back down he tried to remember the last time he ate.
Come on Matt, you can do this! Taking another deep breath he reached out and this time his hand connected to something he could recognize. His hand gripped the cold smooth porcelain of a sink and his body screamed as he forced it up into a sitting position. A dry cracked sob burst from his lips as he forced his body to move until he was on all fours. His left hand gripped to the sink for dear life. Again he opened his eyes, tears spilled over as his cheeks and the lights seemed to burn but he didn’t care. He had to see where he was. Gingerly, he dragged himself up until he was leaning on the sink. Matt took several deep breaths forcing his body to calm and to think.
Matt slowly moved his head to look at his surroundings; it appeared he was in a bathroom that hadn’t been cleaned since Nixon was in the White House. The floor was covered in dark brown and black stains hiding the once white tiles and looking closer he could see blood droplets by the door that ended in a small pool by his feet. The sink that he was gripping onto he imagined had once been white but was now a grey yellow colour, with speckles of red and brown stains. He wondered if the red was blood, his heart skipped and his knees weakened and he realised that it was properly his blood. Another wave of sickness washed over him. He glanced over to the urinals on his left, but on seeing the rest of the bathroom and from the smell that still threatened to choke him he decided to leave them alone.
He pulled his attention from the offending items and focused again on the sink, noting for the first time that his hands where mottled black and blue and dried blood clung to his raw knuckles. Taking a slow deep breath he lifted his head, staring into the clouded mirror above the sink. The first thing he noticed was the long scrape mark down the right side of his face., It ran from his hairline to his jaw. It was dirty and showed signs of a mild infection but it had stopped bleeding, telling him he’d been here awhile. He leaned forward, his brown wavy hair was matted and tangled with dried blood and dark circles shadowed his green eyes that appeared bright and large against his pale, hallow face.
Turning on the tap he splashed cold water on his face, trying to clean off the dirt and blood; trying to stop his head from throbbing. Turning the water off, he ran his wet hands through his hair, attempting to calm it before turning away from the startling face that looked at him from the misty mirror. He paused and turned back, leaning closer he pulled the collar of his shirt down a little, a dark circle marked his pale neck. He ran his fingertip over the strange mark before pausing again, what was that? Moving as close as he dared to the mirror he looked again. There they were, two small holes in the side of his neck. He jerked away from the sink as he legs buckled and his breathing became shallow. Panic and adrenalin flooded his body, what the hell had happened?
A loud bang on the door caused Matt to jump, he pressed himself against wall beside the sink, his whole body trembled and shook. More pounding caused the door to shake. Matt clutched at his head as a strange ringing noise filled his ears and memories of the last three days flashed through his mind...