SANTA BABY
by Absinthe
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit piece of fiction. I have no money, don't sue me.
Rating: Come on, anything with Santino in it is bound to be PG 13 at least.
Characters: Santino & Mael for now. As you've never seen them before. *Glares at Anne Rice* How COULD you do that to him!?
Spoilers: None. Or all. It doesn't relate to anything at the moment..
Story: 1/? It may be long ...providing I finish it.
This was inspired by a post of mine on the fabulous Twisted Vampires of Anne Rice board. Sorry, guys, I changed the rest.. *Grins* Ignore the title (From the old Christmas song...) I haven't finished this yet and it may change depending on what sick and twisted path it takes...
~CHAPTER ONE~
Santino strode ahead, his long black coat streaming out behind him and Mael had to run to catch up nearly tripping over his sandals.
'Look, Tina, ' Mael began as Santino whirled around to look at him menacingly.
'DON'T call me Tina.'
'Oh yeah,' Mael gave him a beatific smile, 'I remember. ' He put a heavily be-ringed hand on Santino's arm and gazed at him in concern through his pink heart-shaped shades, his beaded hair swinging over his face under his floppy hat. He lowered his voice to a sickeningly sincere whisper. 'You know, I sense an awful lot of hostility in you.'
Santino smiled coldly as he envisioned Mael being strung up by his own intestinal tract, wishing for the thousandth time Mael wasn't older and stronger than him. Mael mistook the smile for interest, despite all the evidence to the contrary, and patted the other vampire's arm reassuringly.
'Santa, I know this great place in L.A...'
'Don't call me Santa, either.'
'They do past life regression, finding your inner child...' Mael looked at Santino critically. He knew for a fact the black-haired vampire had an embryo in a jar tucked in his coat. 'OK, maybe not that one, but there are people there who will help you work through your aggressive tendencies...'
'My aggressive... Mael, I'm a fucking VAMPIRE for crying out loud! OF COURSE I have aggression and so do YOU!'
'I do not!'
'You've just ripped the throat out of a Jehovah's Witness! I sure don't call that Origami!'
Mael slipped a daisy petulantly into Santino's hair. 'They don't count. Besides what you did to her puppy wasn't very nice. Took me the best part of an hour to find all the pieces.' He tried to ignore the wistful smile on Santino's lips that soon disappeared when he noticed what Mael was doing.
Santino slapped his hand away in irritation. 'I told you before, I don't WANT a bloody flower!'
Mael looked hurt. 'Just a little one?' he said hopefully, omitting to tell his companion about the other forty or so already sitting in Santino's raven hair and the pig-tails he'd braided while Santino was still sleeping.
Santino sighed like a martyr. 'All right, just ONE.' He looked up at the nearby houses. 'Where did you say Armand lived again?'
'Number 69! There it is!' Mael pointed at a large imposing house set back from the street.
Santino rolled his eyes as they started up the drive. 'Figures.
TBC
by Absinthe
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit piece of fiction. I have no money, don't sue me.
Rating: Come on, anything with Santino in it is bound to be PG 13 at least.
Characters: Santino & Mael for now. As you've never seen them before. *Glares at Anne Rice* How COULD you do that to him!?
Spoilers: None. Or all. It doesn't relate to anything at the moment..
Story: 1/? It may be long ...providing I finish it.
This was inspired by a post of mine on the fabulous Twisted Vampires of Anne Rice board. Sorry, guys, I changed the rest.. *Grins* Ignore the title (From the old Christmas song...) I haven't finished this yet and it may change depending on what sick and twisted path it takes...
~CHAPTER ONE~
Santino strode ahead, his long black coat streaming out behind him and Mael had to run to catch up nearly tripping over his sandals.
'Look, Tina, ' Mael began as Santino whirled around to look at him menacingly.
'DON'T call me Tina.'
'Oh yeah,' Mael gave him a beatific smile, 'I remember. ' He put a heavily be-ringed hand on Santino's arm and gazed at him in concern through his pink heart-shaped shades, his beaded hair swinging over his face under his floppy hat. He lowered his voice to a sickeningly sincere whisper. 'You know, I sense an awful lot of hostility in you.'
Santino smiled coldly as he envisioned Mael being strung up by his own intestinal tract, wishing for the thousandth time Mael wasn't older and stronger than him. Mael mistook the smile for interest, despite all the evidence to the contrary, and patted the other vampire's arm reassuringly.
'Santa, I know this great place in L.A...'
'Don't call me Santa, either.'
'They do past life regression, finding your inner child...' Mael looked at Santino critically. He knew for a fact the black-haired vampire had an embryo in a jar tucked in his coat. 'OK, maybe not that one, but there are people there who will help you work through your aggressive tendencies...'
'My aggressive... Mael, I'm a fucking VAMPIRE for crying out loud! OF COURSE I have aggression and so do YOU!'
'I do not!'
'You've just ripped the throat out of a Jehovah's Witness! I sure don't call that Origami!'
Mael slipped a daisy petulantly into Santino's hair. 'They don't count. Besides what you did to her puppy wasn't very nice. Took me the best part of an hour to find all the pieces.' He tried to ignore the wistful smile on Santino's lips that soon disappeared when he noticed what Mael was doing.
Santino slapped his hand away in irritation. 'I told you before, I don't WANT a bloody flower!'
Mael looked hurt. 'Just a little one?' he said hopefully, omitting to tell his companion about the other forty or so already sitting in Santino's raven hair and the pig-tails he'd braided while Santino was still sleeping.
Santino sighed like a martyr. 'All right, just ONE.' He looked up at the nearby houses. 'Where did you say Armand lived again?'
'Number 69! There it is!' Mael pointed at a large imposing house set back from the street.
Santino rolled his eyes as they started up the drive. 'Figures.
TBC