Title: Scenes from the Unlife
Author: Slashydutchie
Fandom: Tanz der Vampire
Rating: M (though this may vary)

Summary: This will basically be the place where any and all TdV scenes I happen to jot down while at work will end up.
A/N: Pairings may vary per scene. It'll be at the top. Genres may also vary, you'll notice those as you read. Since this is more a collecting place for short stuff, the separate "chapters" may not be connected.

1.
Pairing: Herbert von Krolock/Graf von Krolock

Even before feeling managed to dawn upon the count, there was the smell. Strange and metallic, drifting into his dreamless sleep and drawing him further to the surface until he awoke.

Sharp pain was the first thing he felt, piercing through his throat and chest. Next was a warm wetness, then weight on top of him. A weight that kept him from stirring, even though he tried.

Panic started to swell within the count as he again tried and failed to sit upright. This time however, he seemed to have disturbed the presence that was upon him, pressing him firmly down on the bed. The weight shifted and just for a moment the pain disappeared.

"Shhh… Vati."

Barely two words, spoken almost childishly, before the weight – a cold weight, he realized now – pressed down upon his chest once more and the pain returned. Still, he recognized the voice and when he forced his strangely tired eyes to focus the blonde hair spread across his shoulder left little doubt about the identity of the intruder.

He opened his mouth, but sound refused to escape. Questions and objections remained stuck in his throat. The count swallowed once and winced at the almost grating sensation his own saliva made him experience.

Again the pain was relieved and the body on top of his moved, somewhat further than the previous time. Slowly the count forced his head to move upon the pillow – a task that seemed to him now much more difficult than it should be – until his blue eyes met his son's dark ones.

Talking was still too laborious a task, reducing the count to communicating through his gaze alone whenever his strange and sudden weakness allowed him to focus.

"I need you, Vati."

Again the voice was soft and almost childlike, but there was something else in there too, lurking like a predator's growl. A dark need, a hunger.

Almost imperceptibly the count nodded before allowing his head to flop back onto the strangely sticky pillow.