Okay, first up, I don't own these characters and i never will. Don't sue!
Secondly this ties in slightly to another fic I'm writing about Mika.
Thirdly, this is slash, yes, slash :)

Hope you enjoy, VampirePugin x

Ohne Dich*

Kurda Smahlt leant back against the wall of the cell, staring at the ceiling. In the distance he could hear vampires shouting and slamming doors. He smiled bitterly, it meant nothing anymore. In the short space of 64 minutes they would come and take him to the Hall of Death for a slow, messy and humiliating execution.
' It was always going to happen, even if my plan had worked. Vampires or Vampaneze…would have worked out the same in the end. Call it Destiny' Kurda's nose screwed up at the thought of the unpleasant little man.

The shouting got louder, seemingly coming closer.
"I don't think you should…"
"I don't care! Now get out of my way!" Kurda did a double take. Mika?
"But, sire…I really don't think…"
"THAT'S AN ORDER!" Definitely Mika, Kurda thought, chuckling slightly, depite himself.

There were footsteps outside, then the door opened and Mika Ver Leth, vampire prince and owner of the world's worst temper, stormed into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Making his way over to Kurda, he loomed over the blonde vampire with a menacing air and a face like thunder. Charna's guts! He looks like he wants to kill me! Kurda thought.
"Kurda Smahlt." Mika said, tonelessly.
"The one and only" Kurda replied, then instantly regretted it. 'Great, now he's going to beat me senseless.'

To Kurda's surprise, Mika's face softened. He sat on the ground next to Kurda, with a faint 'thump' and stared at the ground. They sat like this for a few moments, before Kurda broke the silence.
"So, what brings you down here, sire? Couldn't have been for laughs could it?"
Mika glared at him, then sighed. "Its crazy up there, Smahlt. They just won't shut up."
"Talking about me are they."
"That's a stupid question."
"Are they?"
"Yes." Mika snarled.
"What are they saying?"
"Stupid questions, Smahlt, always the stupid questions…"

"Mika, I'm going to die in less than an hour, what difference is a stupid question going to make?"
"They…they're saying that…you betrayed the clan and deserve to die…"
"I know. I know, any actual news?" asked Kurda, slightly irritated.
"They're going to have you tortured before they kill you, you know."
"You'll enjoy that." sneered Kurda, "you've always hated me."
Mika slapped him, hard, then, to Kurda's horror, burst into tears.

"Mika? I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry."
"You should be." Mika hissed, face hidden beneath the veil of his thick, black hair.
"No, I really am." Kurda whispered, softly, reaching out and taking Mika's hand.
"Don't touch me!" sobbed the black haired man, but he didn't pull away.
"Mika…"
"What? Haven't you done enough? Just…
"Just what?"
Mika looked up at him, red-rimmed dark eyes brimming and desperate.
"…just don't leave me…" he whispered.

*Ohne dich means "without you" by the way.

Shall I continue?