"Oh, how lovely you are." Damien reached out to tenderly brush back Pip's soft blond hair, moving it out of his face so that his fearful expression was easier to see in the dim light. Yes, Pip was very lovely then, with tears brimming his crystal eyes and sweat drenching his delicate face. It was a very alluring sight indeed, at least that's what Damien thought.
"So lovely you are indeed, it almost pains me to look upon you."
The blond trembled when Damien pulled a long blade from his belt. It shown in the dim light from the candles surrounding them. Pip, his angel, was dressed only in the blue silks Damien had left him with. They barely covered half his body, leaving all that soft, supple skin visible for his eyes only. Damien licked his lips as his eyes trailed up the blond's trembling form.
They stopped when they rested on the spiked collar around his neck. He frowned upon seeing it because he knew what it meant; This angel wasn't his, at least not yet. He had taken him, stole him from his rightful place and was now holding him captive here on earth. No, Pip was not his yet. But he will be very soon, he will be sure of that. Damien's grin returned as he fingered the cold blade in his hand.
"You are so lovely, I must have you." He lifted the blade and pressed it's point on Pip's cheek, just below his right eye. Pip was forced to just sit there and tremble as a bead of his blood leaked out of his cut and dripped down his face. He was almost relifed when the dark haired boy pulled the knife away from his face, but then he brought it down again, this time Damien aimed for his throat.
The blade cut through the collar and split open his skin. The blond was dead within moments.
The dark haired boy watched with a strange fascination and a soft smile as the sweet red liquid leaked out of Pip's throat. Blood splattered the blade and Damien's arm, some even sprayed out onto his face. Still, the dark boy didn't even wince. He moved his free hand to brush away those golden bangs out of the forever frozen face of his love.
"Don't worry, my dear. I'm right behind you." He said before slitting his own throat and falling to the floor.
A/N: inspired by the comic book JTHM.
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