Alright. Lily and I are having these challenges where we challenge each other to write stories with couples/plotlines that are out of our comfort zones. In honour of Halloween, Lily dared me to write a gory Halloween fic with DenNor...
but I have to keep it K. K+ is, apparently, 'pushing it'. However, I'm marking it as T just to be on the safe side, due to the blood and eventual awkwardness.
The category had to be angsty. This is angsty, right? Right. Mmk.
Naturally, I was like: fuck. But this turned out better than I had hoped...I think. ;) Enjoy.
It is cold out. The moon hangs high over the small village, the only lights besides the watery moonlight are the tiny pinpricks of glowing warmth from inside each house. The snow has ceased to fall, but the thick chill of winter still hangs in the air, a promise of more to come. It's a normal night, a normal night with only the sound of the wind to accompany the moonlight.
It's cold out.
The temperature is rapidly falling, and for one young man, who is huddled next to a fireplace and staring expectantly at the door, it was going to get a lot colder. He's swamped in blankets, and they're piled high enough to obscure all of him except his pale face. The boy pushes a piece of white blonde hair out of his eyes. His name is Lukas. And his lover is running late, probably still out eating with his friends.
The moon is hanging high in the sky. You, your brother, and Tino are walking home from your best friend Tino's house. Tino is babbling and your younger brother, Erik, is clinging to your wrist like he always does. He's afraid of the dark. You don't really notice, as you and Tino plan out what you two are going to do tomorrow.
Well, that's nothing new. His lover, Mathias, is always late. Whenever he and his friends went out, they would spend hours on their meals, and stumble in at a late hour, always drunk on laughter and their alcohol. Lukas doesn't mind that part. What is bothering him is the rapidly decreasing temperature, and the fact that it's already two o'clock in the morning and Mathias said he'd be back by midnight. It's irking the boy and worrying him. But he can't decide which one gets to him more.
You suddenly hear Erik screech and take off, fleeing into the night. Tino screams too, and you turn around to see what the fuss is about.
Lukas clutches the blankets closer around him, fighting off the sleep that threatens to close his eyelids for the night. He stares through the flickering firelight at the door with an expression of neutrality. It's one he has perfected over the years from being with Mathias. Mathias is the type that if he sees any type of emotion, he'll drink it up and use it to his advantage later. Unfortunately for poor Lukas.
Two men are standing behind you, covered in blood. They're the most beautiful creatures you've seen, and you're suddenly very, very cold. You grab Tino's hand and drag him into the nearest building. It's an abandoned old office building, with a lot of broken windows. You don't care. You begin to drag him up the flights of stairs, not daring to turn around.
Mathias just gets a kick from riling the kid up. He loves making it so Lukas will HAVE to show emotion on his thin face, his pale skin, and then he'll pounce, making Lukas more embarrassed, or more angry, or happier, and it will annoy the hell out of Lukas, and Mathias will just laugh and tell his young lover that he's just teasing and that he loves him more than anything.
You and Tino reach the top floor and peer out the wide window in fear. All the two of you see is the small pinpricks of light from the pub next door, laughter and songs blaring out. There's no way they'd hear your yells. You turn around to a loud banging at the door that you just closed, and Tino clings to your arm.
He hears a banging outside and jumps to his feet, still swathed in blankets. As he hopes, the door bangs open, and Mathias stumbles in, accompanied by a gust of wind, yelling in Danish over his shoulder as he slams the door shut, laughing drunkenly. He turns to face Lukas and grins charmingly. His good looks always seem to slap Lukas in the face. His windswept blonde hair, his sparkling light blue eyes...
The door slams open. Sparkling light blue eyes greet you, and a laugh like the sound of bells is what you hear. The next thing you feel is a splitting pain in your stomach, and a scream from Tino resounds in your eardrums as you're both shoved out the window, falling down, down, down, and crashing to the hard concrete ground.
"Don't worry." He chuckles in his alluring voice. He sees Lukas flinch at his appearance, and begins pulling off his bloodsoaked gloves and coat and laying them aside. A thin trickle of the red liquid pours out of the corner of his mouth as he smirked at Lukas, holding his arms open for a hug. "It's not my blood."
The two monster men leap out, landing next to you silently. The one with windswept blonde hair kneels next to you, smiling happily. His eyes morph and change color. "Hullo." He greets you, his boots crunching over the shards of glass that have clattered around you. You see Tino out of your peripheral and he's not moving. You don't see Erik anywhere.
"It's never your blood." Lukas replies. He's hesitant for a moment, suddenly afraid to approach this demon standing in his doorway. After what seems like a few minutes he moves, dropping the blankets from around his petite shoulders and walking forwards, beginning to unbutton Mathias' now red shirt. His light blue eyes concentrate on his work, ignoring the invitation for a hug from the Dane.
"Mmm..." The tall man reaches out, crooning, and patting your face."You're a pretty little meal, aren't you?" His eyes are now this wicked blue red purple that seem to bore into your very soul. You feel cold. And maybe it's the night air getting to your head, or maybe the loss of blood, that you think he's an angel. He's not.
Mathias grins sheepishly, leaning down and kissing Lukas' forehead. He smells like copper and ale. Lukas hates that smell. The kid reaches up and slaps him. It's an incredibly stupid thing to do, slap a monster, but Lukas isn't thinking straight. He's pissed. He's cold. He's lonely, and he's suddenly filled with this hate and familiar anguish. He can't place it, though. Just that it hurts, and burns, and yet fills him with cold.
Unless angels have taken to drinking blood, he's not an angel. Because the man is now holding your bleeding arm to his mouth and licking up the blood. And you look over his shoulder to where your best friend is being lifted up, unconscious, and being carried off by the other one, the one in glasses. This animalistic scream leaps out of your throat. This strange power surges up through you and you shove the man away. You have to save Tino.
Mathias looks shocked, his eyes flashing for a moment with anger before softening to hurt. He still has to control himself, has to make sure he won't snap and tear out this boy's heart. Not again. "Luke, I'm sorry." He says, his tone now sorrowful, as rivulets of blood trickle down his chest. Lukas watches them for a moment with a sort of childish amusement. It's like they're racing down his chest, trying to see who can get to the floor the fastest.
"You're late." Lukas sighs, leaning up and kissing Mathias quickly. He fears for his life constantly. "Come here. Let's get you cleaned up." He takes Mathias' hand, leading him into the bathroom. He picks up a towel and runs it under some hot water. "Did Tino and Erik get home alright? You know I don't like them being out late, ever since..." Lukas trails off, beginning to clean up the bloody mess all over his lover.
You begin crawling antagonizingly slow across the broken glass, the ice covered street. It hurts like hell. A thousand knives seem to stab into your stomach but you continue on, and the man stops, looking over his shoulder at you. There's pity in his eyes. But these freaks have no pity, you decide, as you pick up the largest shard of glass you can find. Hell, come on. They pushed you and Tino out a window for no reason. You could have DIED.
Your train of thought is halted as the class is wrenched out of your hands, and you hear the first man laughing, pushing you back, back against a wall again. There's blood on his hands, on his lips. It's your brother's blood. You can finally see him, his tiny form tossed carelessly aside, like a ragdoll. The tall man's shoes lead a path from your brother's body over to you. Erik is not moving. Erik is not breathing, and something tells you he's dead. But then he moves, and his eyes open slowly, and the red...wait. Red?
The Dane's brow furrows. Confusion flashes through him again, before a grim understanding. He put a hand on Lukas' shoulder. "Tino'll be safe. With Berwald. And Erik's a good fighter." He looks troubled as he watches his young lover diligently clean him of blood. "...You still think about that, don't you?" He asks in a quiet voice, watching Lukas stiffen. The boy looks over his shoulder at Mathias as his hand unconsciously goes to his stomach.
"I like you." The man marvels, and you glare at him and spit. He laughs and kneels down next to you again, reaching out. You scootch away, and the pain in your stomach makes you scream in anguish and him just chuckle. You press on, however, managing to make it about a foot backwards before you hit a wall. The cold concrete seems to taunt you as it slices into your back. It's cold.
"Just on cold nights." Lukas replies unfathomably. But it's always cold. Even in the heat of summer, it's cold. It's cold living with this beast, this creature that could kill him at any minute, even if he insists he loves Lukas. He pulls out a new shirt and tosses it at Mathias. "Get dressed." He orders, turning out and heading back to the living room, sitting down. There's a certain irony to that. A dead man in the living room.
He simply follows you, sitting next to you and leaning down, kissing you. You squirm and try to shove him away, but it's useless. He's too strong. Your arms flop to the side and you grit your teeth shut. His lips taste like copper and death. But they're warm. Oh, they're warm, and you feel yourself going limp in this man's grip. You still hate him, though. More than anything.
Mathias' arms around him make him jump a bit. He's simply followed Lukas, and sits next to him, leans down, and kisses him quickly. Lukas leans into the embrace despite himself, closing his eyes and breathing out. Breathing in the living room seems right, even though neither need the oxygen to live. It's just something that he pulled over from being alive, a habit that he can't break.
Lukas sighs, irritated at his lover. "You're thirsty." Mathias murmurs, leaning down and putting his mouth next to the boy's ear. "I'm always thirsty. I just hate drinking." Lukas mutters back, angry, and Mathias laughs again. He absolutely hates Mathias' taunting laugh. It makes him want to sock his lover in the face. Lukas is insulted, and he's about to pull away when the Dane holds him tightly. "I love you."
"I like you." He says again, almost wonderously, as he pulls away, still holding you up. "Now, kiss me." Something's changed in his voice. It's sweet, and low, and sultry. It's got this pull to it, and you notice his eyes and his angular features, and how he seems to glow, and you're pulling him closer despite the pain. You want to make him happy, to do whatever he says...
"So I need you to stop thinking about that night." His voice has taken on that sultry tone, and Lukas feels himself sinking backwards into the couch, into his embrace. No, he can't, he needs to keep his head on straight...he's not allowed to think about the blood, and...what was his name? T...T...T something. His best friend's name...his head hurts. He closes his eyes.
"Stop, Luke. You're hurting yourself." Mathias croons, leaning down and holding Lukas tightly against himself. His lips brush against the boy's ear as he whispers. "You weren't thinking about that night. In fact, you've forgotten it entirely. You were thinking about how much you love me, and how we're going to get married. Oh, and how I'm home on time for once." He adds, because why not get himself out of trouble?
"Good." He croons. "Now, listen to me. You want to join me more than anything. You love me more than anything in this world, Lukas." And your mind goes hazy, and your stomach hurts less and you feel his lips at your neck as you nod and tell him how much you love him.
Lukas' eyes cloud over, the pretty light blue muddied with confusion, like water clouded with dirt. He seems to think for a moment before his expression relaxes, becomes blank. He looks at Mathias and then looks around the room, like he had forgotten how he got there. "...What were we talking about?" He asks his lover, and Mathias simply laughs, leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to Lukas' questioning lips. "How I got home on time once."
Because that's what you want to do, what you're forced to say.
"I'm still astounded." Lukas says, never missing a beat.
And you feel him draining your blood, healing you and killing you, so you can be just like him. A monster.
Mathias laughs again, not once feeling guilty as he held his lover close against him in the cold night. Because his heart stopped beating a long time ago. He's got nothing to feel guilty about, not when he has a lover who will do anything he says. It's actually rather refreshing to Mathias, to have someone who will side with him no matter what, to have someone to love and do what he wishes for all eternity. "Now, will you eat?" He offers out his wrist, loving how the boy's eyes light up childishly.
A guiltless monster. A monster who never needs sleep, but who thrives on blood. And you're his mate, his equal.
Lukas takes his wrist in a shaking pale hand, his brow furrowing. His two sharp canines slip out from between plump lips and he sinks his teeth into the delicate skin, feeling the blood immediately rushing past his lips and down his throat. It's warm, a comfort on this cold, cold night. He shudders, and feels Mathias' hand tangle into his hair, comforting him even more. He sighs and closes his eyes, drinking, embracing the monster that his lover made him.
And you're his slave.
"I love you."
It's a moment before Lukas responds, his eyes swirling with red, blue, and purplish hues. He smiles slightly at Mathias, a trickle of blood dripping down his chin and onto the couch beneath them. "I love you, too."
I love reviews. I feel like they're little presents I get.
Also, I was thinking of rewriting this as a T/M rated story. What do you guys think?
-Renny-