Author's Notes: Count on me to make the stupid fanfictions and never continue them…
The names I use here are based on agra19's. Well. Except for Soto's.
Based loosely on Twilight, because, dang, that book's hilarious. I laughed every minute I spent reading it. No offense to you Twilight lovers.
Disclaimer: Ice Age belongs to Blue Sky, I think. Or whatever. It's just not mine.
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Carpe Omnious
Prologue
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"Mr. Tiergan, you're dying."
I thought I was going to be sick.
Doctor Bonswacht looked at me through opaque eyes – I couldn't read through them. Was this a sick joke, or was he serious? I swallowed. He was serious, alright. And this was no big deal.
I suppose I wasn't so cool and calm as everyone else thought I was.
"… Are you sure?"
Doctor Bonswacht looked at me and blinked through thick spectacles, and then chuckled. He tapped me on the nose with his quill pen, and I sneezed.
"Certain, Diego. Are you sure you don't want to tell your parents about this? I understand our techniques aren't perfected, but treatment is possible. Difficult, but possible. And expensive," he answered in perfect intonation, so perfect that I almost thought he didn't care.
"No."
My answer sounded firm, and Doctor Bonswacht looked surprised for a moment. "Why is that?" he asked, different from the regular monotonous voice he always had.
"Father would be heartbroken. Mother's crazy, so why should I bother her? Besides, it's alright. I've never imagined myself growing old."
That was my sickness, even in burning situations I seemed not at all to care for myself. Help other before yourself, mother always told me; before she went insane. And I've stuck with that ever since.
"But, Diego –"
"I told you, no."
Doctor Bonswacht moved to speak to me, but I stood and walked out.
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"I told you." A voice, deep and almost at a purr, stopped me in my tracks.
"I told you. You were dying."
I clenched my fists. "Rare blood disease," I replied with a small, undetermined smile. "The doctor can't treat it properly."
"Can't imagine yourself growing old, eh?" the voice continued, and a figure stepped from the shadows. Piercing yellow eyes, dark strands of hair falling over his face and framing it. He looked like some kind of hell's angel.
"Leave me alone. I told you, I don't need you," I answered, frowning and stepping back. Don't run, Diego. Whatever you do, don't run.
"I can make you live forever."
That stopped me. I swallowed, looking at him. Tentatively, I spoke.
"H-How?"
"Ah, so you don't want to die?"
I bit on my tongue and hissed.
"I'm… I'm just curious. That's all," I replied, and the figure laughed. Scary. Eerie. Otherworldly.
"You can call me Soto."