W.S.K. here. Hi, ok so this is my first story. Wish me luck, just some info on it:
Title: Prideful
Pairing: Dracula/Gabriel
Rating: T (Slash, yaoi, possible cussing, limes)
Chapter 01 Dreaming The Memories
"Gabriel...Why the sad face?"
"I...I'm sorry"
A chuckle. Then:
"For what? You've done nothing wrong?
"...For..."
"Gabriel, what's wrong?" Came the serious reply, laced with worry.
"..For this."
"Gabriel-" The voice was cut off. A sickening noise could be heard as cold steel entered and exited flesh. Slicing through the beating core of the man.
Blood trickled freely out of the wound.
"Gabriel...Why?" His voice broke and he fell back, his gaze locked on his lover, whose eyes betrayed their emotions-pain, grief, sorrow, and guilt. The other man fell to his knees and held the fallen one close, the apologies were endless.
The fallen looked to the sky, his gaze scanning over the clouds, as the sun watched over him unmercifully. He could taste blood in his mouth, a flavor he had grown to hate over the years.
He wouldn't find out until later that blood would become his essence in which he would depend on. Not to forget that it would also be the last time he would ever be able to lie so freely under the sun.
His gaze went back to his lover's tear streaked face. He asks "Why?" but he already knew.
The Order.
The Order 'ordered' Gabriel to do this.
'Ha', he thought. Even in his last moments of life he found himself smiling internally, amused at the irony of that statement.
But the smile faded.
Gabriel...
...I don't blame him.
It's not his fault.
With the last of his strength he took off his ring, and held it in front of his lover's-Gabriel's eyes.
"I still...love you" the fallen said weakly.
As Gabriel's hand came up to grasp the offered one, it fell lifelessly, leaving the shinning ring in the palm of his hand...
A/N And yes I know, I didn't do the whole "cut the finger off" thing but if you really watched the movie you would see that the finger is there in the beginning of the movie and at the very end. Thank you anyways, tell me what you think, and please no flames, my self-esteem has enough issues without people breathing their criticism done my neck...
Oh and by the way this story is based off a poem I wrote that also comes with a statement I made. It will be posted after I finish the story.