Tainted Rose, BeauiLein's Redemption
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
835
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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.
Chapter the First
Tainted Rose
Beaui-Lein's Redemption
Chapter the First
After a long night of drinking, I found myself lying upside down on my bed. The open curtains were letting the light stream down onto me, bathing me in its warmth. From the streets I could hear cars driving passed, kids shouting and playing, and the birds as they flew by. It was fucking horrible.
My eyes were blurring so I wiped the sleep from them and found myself coughing as I got up and made my way to the bathroom. Maybe I have something that in the bathroom that will help, but all I found as I stared into the medicine cabinet was toothpaste and toilet cleaner. Today was going to be a rough day, but I guess that's to be expected as I headed back out to the kitchen. Coffee and a run would have to do, so I made myself a hot brew and headed out to the hall.
All the freaks come out at night around here and the day time is always relatively safe. I mean, this building is where you find your junkies and dealers, but we've got a good system worked out by now. You see, they keep out of me and my business, and they don't get their faces smashed in. Not that it's ever gotten that far, but they know it could happen if they tried. At least, I think they do... Oh well, I know I could do it if I needed to. Yeah, I know I could smash them up real good! Just crack my knuckles and give them the ol' one-two punch. That'd show anybody.
Of course, after the run I was covered in sweat as I made my way back up stairs. You know, people have been telling me my whole life that I day dream too much. I never really cared to listen to that before, but when I got back to my apartment I certainly believed them. The door was wide open! I rushed inside and found that everything was missing. Everything from my TV to the little jars of screws in my cupboard I thought I would use but never did. I sighed and went to make my way to my bedroom. Yup, even my sheets were gone. The only thing left was the frame from my bed. The mattress was there too, but the bastards had slashed it, thinking I was dumb enough to keep my money in there.
Oh no, my toilet!
I always kept a neat little stack of money hidden away incase I needed it, and right now I really needed it. By the time I got there though, my heart sank. Of course they looked there. What am I, stupid? All the trouble they went through, why wouldn't they look in my fucking toilet?
* * *
In retrospect, it was an obvious hiding place. But everything looks bad in retrospect. I mean retrospectively, yes, I should have put the money in a safer place than a toilet. Like... a safe. In retrospect, yes, I should have paid more attention and locked the damn door on my way out before my run. In retrospect, yes, I shouldn't have wasted the rest of my money on alcohol and gotten completely shit faced. Especially now that I don't have any money left for food, rent, furniture, clothes... Fucking everything.
Alright, Beaui-Lein, assess the situation. You've got no money, no job, no possessions, there's no one who can bail you out. You've only got two friends, and one of them has no money, but he's the only one who would help, if he could. Ah, god damn it! Why'd I have to be so easily distractible? Why couldn't I be like those robot guys who can calculate pi to a million places, or something? Maybe then, not only would I still have all my stuff, but maybe I'd have a damn job to show for it.
Oh well... Drinking whiles away the hours, and things are marginally entertaining. It sucks drinking on your own. My old man used to tell me "only hobo's drink alone", so I guess I won't be alone in the gutter.
Hark, I hear an angel knocking on my door? What time is it, I muse. Of course, I can't tell so I have to just guess it's around midnight or something. And I've still got a few bottles of liquor left. That's just win. The knocking at my door reminds jumps me to my feet and I slouch over and pull it open. The sun was streaming in through the window at the end of the hall and it caught me right in the eyes.
"Argh!" Fuck, I fell over into the door and my ribs felt bruised. It wasn't bad, but man was it unexpected. Not the fall but the light. I must have been blinded there for, like... ten seconds. Still, I looked up through the door way at Gemini. My vision was still slightly blurred but I could definitely see it was him, so I hauled myself to my feet and stepped in front of him. "Ugh, I slurred, "you got the time?"
Beaui-Lein's Redemption
Chapter the First
After a long night of drinking, I found myself lying upside down on my bed. The open curtains were letting the light stream down onto me, bathing me in its warmth. From the streets I could hear cars driving passed, kids shouting and playing, and the birds as they flew by. It was fucking horrible.
My eyes were blurring so I wiped the sleep from them and found myself coughing as I got up and made my way to the bathroom. Maybe I have something that in the bathroom that will help, but all I found as I stared into the medicine cabinet was toothpaste and toilet cleaner. Today was going to be a rough day, but I guess that's to be expected as I headed back out to the kitchen. Coffee and a run would have to do, so I made myself a hot brew and headed out to the hall.
All the freaks come out at night around here and the day time is always relatively safe. I mean, this building is where you find your junkies and dealers, but we've got a good system worked out by now. You see, they keep out of me and my business, and they don't get their faces smashed in. Not that it's ever gotten that far, but they know it could happen if they tried. At least, I think they do... Oh well, I know I could do it if I needed to. Yeah, I know I could smash them up real good! Just crack my knuckles and give them the ol' one-two punch. That'd show anybody.
Of course, after the run I was covered in sweat as I made my way back up stairs. You know, people have been telling me my whole life that I day dream too much. I never really cared to listen to that before, but when I got back to my apartment I certainly believed them. The door was wide open! I rushed inside and found that everything was missing. Everything from my TV to the little jars of screws in my cupboard I thought I would use but never did. I sighed and went to make my way to my bedroom. Yup, even my sheets were gone. The only thing left was the frame from my bed. The mattress was there too, but the bastards had slashed it, thinking I was dumb enough to keep my money in there.
Oh no, my toilet!
I always kept a neat little stack of money hidden away incase I needed it, and right now I really needed it. By the time I got there though, my heart sank. Of course they looked there. What am I, stupid? All the trouble they went through, why wouldn't they look in my fucking toilet?
* * *
In retrospect, it was an obvious hiding place. But everything looks bad in retrospect. I mean retrospectively, yes, I should have put the money in a safer place than a toilet. Like... a safe. In retrospect, yes, I should have paid more attention and locked the damn door on my way out before my run. In retrospect, yes, I shouldn't have wasted the rest of my money on alcohol and gotten completely shit faced. Especially now that I don't have any money left for food, rent, furniture, clothes... Fucking everything.
Alright, Beaui-Lein, assess the situation. You've got no money, no job, no possessions, there's no one who can bail you out. You've only got two friends, and one of them has no money, but he's the only one who would help, if he could. Ah, god damn it! Why'd I have to be so easily distractible? Why couldn't I be like those robot guys who can calculate pi to a million places, or something? Maybe then, not only would I still have all my stuff, but maybe I'd have a damn job to show for it.
Oh well... Drinking whiles away the hours, and things are marginally entertaining. It sucks drinking on your own. My old man used to tell me "only hobo's drink alone", so I guess I won't be alone in the gutter.
Hark, I hear an angel knocking on my door? What time is it, I muse. Of course, I can't tell so I have to just guess it's around midnight or something. And I've still got a few bottles of liquor left. That's just win. The knocking at my door reminds jumps me to my feet and I slouch over and pull it open. The sun was streaming in through the window at the end of the hall and it caught me right in the eyes.
"Argh!" Fuck, I fell over into the door and my ribs felt bruised. It wasn't bad, but man was it unexpected. Not the fall but the light. I must have been blinded there for, like... ten seconds. Still, I looked up through the door way at Gemini. My vision was still slightly blurred but I could definitely see it was him, so I hauled myself to my feet and stepped in front of him. "Ugh, I slurred, "you got the time?"