Broken
Fandom: Tanz der Vampire/Dance of the Vampires (Fearless Vampire Killers). Alfred/Herbert – bits of slash. Don't like, don't read
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Believe me, if I did the musical would have ended very differently.
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The vampires screeched as the three mortals fled from their claws. The count stood motionless as he watched his star-child disappear into the darkness. His son had turned and left the ballroom.
Herbert didn't stop running until he reached the library. There his power seemed to suddenly disappear from him and he sank to his knees. Heavy tremors coursed trough his lithe body as he sobbed into his hands.
He'd known from the start that the boy would never be his. Alfred had been so enchanted by that silly girl, that Sarah. And still he had tried. As if the assistant only needed a little persuasion before falling into his arms. Of course it hadn't worked out that way, it never did.
But seeing him leave dealt the final crack that broke his heart. "Mon Cherí," he whispered the words into the darkness between the books but it didn't relieve his pain. It did nothing but echo his own voice back to him. His lonely voice. Forever was a long time when there was nobody with whom to share it. It got lonely during the day and even in the nights nothing was good enough to excite him anymore.
Alfred had seemed like an angel, come to save him. His golden hair mirrored the sunlight which Herbert hadn't seen in hundreds of years. Chasing the boy had brought some of his old lust back and oh… how he had wanted him in the end. The count's son bit his lip and stood up, he took a chair by the window, but when he wanted to sit down he noticed a book on the seat. He picked it up, white fingers contrasted against the dark leather bound and golden letters flashed in the candle light. Lover's guide – how to win a heart.
It was the book his Alfred had been reading the day they encountered each other in the bathroom. Poems. With an outcry of grief he threw it aside. Stupid book. It hadn't worked and now he was left to pick up the pieces of his mistake.
He looked up when the door creaked, for a moment his breath hitched in his throat but then he realised it was his father standing in the doorway. "How are you son?" he asked, almost gently.
"Fine," a short answer, but maybe it'd be satisfying enough for the other vampire.
"The boy left. It's all right to feel sad, I know you liked him." Since when had his father become so understanding. So horribly, annoyingly understanding.
"He was nothing to me."
"Wasn't he?" Krolock's eyes pierced down into his icy blue ones and the blonde shook his head.
"I never loved him," tears clouded his vision and he had to turn away so his father wouldn't recognise the lie.
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A/N: Tanz der Vampire, Musical. Herbert/Alfred. Very short but I had to get it out of my system. Reviews are like always very much appreciated.