Disclaimer:
I don't know anything about Drew's past. I have no idea how old he is, I don't know about his family, this is all my interpretation of his past.
I've made Marty an ass (wait, made?). I've made Drew angsty(er), broody(er) and into a bit of a porn star ... uh, anyway.
As you can see, CandyAppleBlack and I are both on a weird 'Claudia-esque' writing wonder trip so...yeah, anyway. Another fic with a vampiric kid,
from a different angle.
Here's a word from our sponsor CandyAppleBlack: "In my fic Bonnie is good, she very very good. But the little beast in this fic is horrid"
By the way, the fic was titled by CandyAppleBlack ... I knew I kept her around for some reason.
NOTE: I took this fic down before because I didn't think I would be able to go anywhere with it...I had a block! but I think I have
a vague idea what's going to happen now so ... anyway.
Title: Brotherly Love
Prelude
The terrible cold moved like liquid through his veins making his heart stutter suddenly in its sick, slow, inhuman rhythm. The world, it seemed, had taken on a new and terrifying brightness, the images too sharp, the sounds too clear and too loud. A low animal growl left his throat, echoing in the darkness like a mournful wail as he stood, waiting for the suffering to subside, waiting for the abomination that animated his lifeless body to be satisfied with his torment and quelled into slumber by the gentle arms of death.
How long had he been stumbling through this loathsome hell?
Unsure, he drew a haggard breath.
All around him, the scents seemed comfortingly familiar; the pleasing fragrance of his mother's flower gardens swirled in the air like an intangible phantom and the smell of sweets and dirt that were so reminiscent of his dear brother, Joshua.
"Joshua," he called, voice barely reaching a whisper.
Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to crush the boy's body in an embrace. He'd tell Joshua over and over that he hadn't died that it had just been some horrible and dreadful mix-up...and they'd laugh together then. What madness! Thinking he was dead! What horrible foolishness, indeed! He would take this cursed half-life as existence if it meant he could kiss his mother, hug his father, hold his brother...
"Drew?" the dulcet little voice shattered his reverie.
He raised his head to see the small boy making his way from the huge house, which had been Drew's home, and across the yard towards him in a slow, dreamy stagger. The wind tossed the child's too-large 'Spider Man' pajama top and ruffled his dark curls with a gentle, almost motherly, caress, making him appear an angelic apparition rather than anything true or real. His childish features creased and crumpled with a hundred different emotions, cruel and kind alike, as he broke into a sprint and threw his thin arms around his brother's waist.
"Drew," the child's voice was a wet, pleading sob, "Is it really you?"
He carefully gathered the child into his arms, kissed his temple, murmuring softly all the while, "Of course it's me, Joshua..."
"They told me you were dead," his words were punctuated with jerking cries as he choked on the combination of sorrow and joy that swelled like something malignant within his chest. He laid his head on his brother's shoulder, little whimpering sounds leaving his mouth like breath.
"All is well, hush," Drew whispered.
Joshua was drowsing in his arms, contented by his brother's gentle crooning. The child's heartbeat was an intoxicant, the warm smell of him almost overwhelming. Thoughtlessly, Drew lowered his head and pressed his mouth to the warm skin of the boy's throat, ripping the flesh with a pair of unskilled, newborn fangs. He sighed against the thick, sweet fluid that flooded his mouth and grasped the struggling, writhing creature in his arms more firmly.
No, not a creature, something in his mind protested. A boy. Joshua.
He drew back in disgust, choking on the blood in his mouth and gaping in revulsion at the yawning tear in the boy's fragile throat. The body tumbled from his suddenly useless arms, dropping limp and damaged as a broken doll. The child's mouth opened and closed as though he were a fish struggling to breathe out of water and a small bubble of blood formed through his parted lips then popped spattering his smooth, pale face with liquid red. His fingers clutched at the earth convulsively for a moment then stilled and his drowned breathing ceased.
Drew fell to his knees, clutching the bloody body to his chest with enough force to make the fragile little bones break in his embrace. He wept, stroking the lifeless face as though he meant to gently rouse the boy from a nightmare.
"Oh god...no...I didn't mean to hurt you Joshie," he cried, "I never meant..."
I don't know anything about Drew's past. I have no idea how old he is, I don't know about his family, this is all my interpretation of his past.
I've made Marty an ass (wait, made?). I've made Drew angsty(er), broody(er) and into a bit of a porn star ... uh, anyway.
As you can see, CandyAppleBlack and I are both on a weird 'Claudia-esque' writing wonder trip so...yeah, anyway. Another fic with a vampiric kid,
from a different angle.
Here's a word from our sponsor CandyAppleBlack: "In my fic Bonnie is good, she very very good. But the little beast in this fic is horrid"
By the way, the fic was titled by CandyAppleBlack ... I knew I kept her around for some reason.
NOTE: I took this fic down before because I didn't think I would be able to go anywhere with it...I had a block! but I think I have
a vague idea what's going to happen now so ... anyway.
Title: Brotherly Love
Prelude
The terrible cold moved like liquid through his veins making his heart stutter suddenly in its sick, slow, inhuman rhythm. The world, it seemed, had taken on a new and terrifying brightness, the images too sharp, the sounds too clear and too loud. A low animal growl left his throat, echoing in the darkness like a mournful wail as he stood, waiting for the suffering to subside, waiting for the abomination that animated his lifeless body to be satisfied with his torment and quelled into slumber by the gentle arms of death.
How long had he been stumbling through this loathsome hell?
Unsure, he drew a haggard breath.
All around him, the scents seemed comfortingly familiar; the pleasing fragrance of his mother's flower gardens swirled in the air like an intangible phantom and the smell of sweets and dirt that were so reminiscent of his dear brother, Joshua.
"Joshua," he called, voice barely reaching a whisper.
Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to crush the boy's body in an embrace. He'd tell Joshua over and over that he hadn't died that it had just been some horrible and dreadful mix-up...and they'd laugh together then. What madness! Thinking he was dead! What horrible foolishness, indeed! He would take this cursed half-life as existence if it meant he could kiss his mother, hug his father, hold his brother...
"Drew?" the dulcet little voice shattered his reverie.
He raised his head to see the small boy making his way from the huge house, which had been Drew's home, and across the yard towards him in a slow, dreamy stagger. The wind tossed the child's too-large 'Spider Man' pajama top and ruffled his dark curls with a gentle, almost motherly, caress, making him appear an angelic apparition rather than anything true or real. His childish features creased and crumpled with a hundred different emotions, cruel and kind alike, as he broke into a sprint and threw his thin arms around his brother's waist.
"Drew," the child's voice was a wet, pleading sob, "Is it really you?"
He carefully gathered the child into his arms, kissed his temple, murmuring softly all the while, "Of course it's me, Joshua..."
"They told me you were dead," his words were punctuated with jerking cries as he choked on the combination of sorrow and joy that swelled like something malignant within his chest. He laid his head on his brother's shoulder, little whimpering sounds leaving his mouth like breath.
"All is well, hush," Drew whispered.
Joshua was drowsing in his arms, contented by his brother's gentle crooning. The child's heartbeat was an intoxicant, the warm smell of him almost overwhelming. Thoughtlessly, Drew lowered his head and pressed his mouth to the warm skin of the boy's throat, ripping the flesh with a pair of unskilled, newborn fangs. He sighed against the thick, sweet fluid that flooded his mouth and grasped the struggling, writhing creature in his arms more firmly.
No, not a creature, something in his mind protested. A boy. Joshua.
He drew back in disgust, choking on the blood in his mouth and gaping in revulsion at the yawning tear in the boy's fragile throat. The body tumbled from his suddenly useless arms, dropping limp and damaged as a broken doll. The child's mouth opened and closed as though he were a fish struggling to breathe out of water and a small bubble of blood formed through his parted lips then popped spattering his smooth, pale face with liquid red. His fingers clutched at the earth convulsively for a moment then stilled and his drowned breathing ceased.
Drew fell to his knees, clutching the bloody body to his chest with enough force to make the fragile little bones break in his embrace. He wept, stroking the lifeless face as though he meant to gently rouse the boy from a nightmare.
"Oh god...no...I didn't mean to hurt you Joshie," he cried, "I never meant..."