Nighttime in New York
Author: Cheladoniel
Summary: A Childe of the Night stalks Specs and an ancient Queen loves Spot. What happens when they meet? Please note this is SLASH and HET.
Rating: R because I'm being cautious. Lots of swearing eventually.
Pairing: The Golden One/Specs, The Silver Queen/Spot. You'll find out who the others are IF YOU READ.
A/N: My first attempt at slash. So review and tell me whatchya think. And please be gentle. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows and temper very sharp knives which will then be used on flamers (the knives, not the marshmallows).
PS: Thanks to Stage and Vinyl A LOT for help on my first slash fic. Love you guys!
The golden one stood in the shadows. He looked like a child of the sun, but he was really a Childe of the Night. His eyes latched on a likely candidate- curly brown hair, glasses, some silly hat, and the smell of sweet untasted blood… Keeping to the shadows, he followed his prey, ever watchful.
***
Specs wandered through the streets of New York. He had finished selling his papes an hour ago, but it was still light out and he didn't want to go back the LH quite yet. Bored, he turned into a bar in hopes of meeting up with one of the other newsies.
Specs' stalker cursed under his breath. He couldn't go into a bar, cross the street in daylight, and then be crowded in that place with all those liquored up bodies. So he waited… and waited… -Damn, how long can these people stay in those ridiculous bars?- the Childe asked himself.
***
Specs sat in the small bar, surrounded by friends and nursing a bottle of cheap beer. His girlfriend had just left him- for Kid Blink (AN Stupid bint), and though he didn't blame Blink at all, he was depressed. He had really liked the girl… he sighed, and suddenly everything seemed to freeze… his heard the faintest trace of singing…
*When the dark wood fell before me
And all the paths are overgrown
When the priests of pride say there is no other way
I tilled the sorrows of stone*
Drawn to the sweet voice, Specs rose from his seat and moved through the frozen bar.
*Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me*
The voice… Specs had never heard it before, yet it was so familiar… He kept moving.
*I did not believe because I could not see
Though you came to me in the night
When the dawn seemed forever lost
You showed me your love in the light of the stars*
***
The Golden One pun out his song, weaving a web to catch his prey. Drawing in his net of sound, the Childe smirked as he felt his prey draw near.
*When the mountain rose before me
By the deep well of desire
In the fountain of forgiveness
Beyond the ice and the fire*
***
Specs felt a chill. His eyes locked on a smirking youth with golden hair and golden eyes.
*Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me*
The voice seemed to come from hi, but no words were being formed. Drawing still nearer, he stepped into the shadows to come face-to-face with the youth.
*Come with me* Specs heard a voice say, and while he tried to figure out where it came from, the youth turned and, staying in the shadows, began walking. Specs followed.
Author: Cheladoniel
Summary: A Childe of the Night stalks Specs and an ancient Queen loves Spot. What happens when they meet? Please note this is SLASH and HET.
Rating: R because I'm being cautious. Lots of swearing eventually.
Pairing: The Golden One/Specs, The Silver Queen/Spot. You'll find out who the others are IF YOU READ.
A/N: My first attempt at slash. So review and tell me whatchya think. And please be gentle. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows and temper very sharp knives which will then be used on flamers (the knives, not the marshmallows).
PS: Thanks to Stage and Vinyl A LOT for help on my first slash fic. Love you guys!
The golden one stood in the shadows. He looked like a child of the sun, but he was really a Childe of the Night. His eyes latched on a likely candidate- curly brown hair, glasses, some silly hat, and the smell of sweet untasted blood… Keeping to the shadows, he followed his prey, ever watchful.
***
Specs wandered through the streets of New York. He had finished selling his papes an hour ago, but it was still light out and he didn't want to go back the LH quite yet. Bored, he turned into a bar in hopes of meeting up with one of the other newsies.
Specs' stalker cursed under his breath. He couldn't go into a bar, cross the street in daylight, and then be crowded in that place with all those liquored up bodies. So he waited… and waited… -Damn, how long can these people stay in those ridiculous bars?- the Childe asked himself.
***
Specs sat in the small bar, surrounded by friends and nursing a bottle of cheap beer. His girlfriend had just left him- for Kid Blink (AN Stupid bint), and though he didn't blame Blink at all, he was depressed. He had really liked the girl… he sighed, and suddenly everything seemed to freeze… his heard the faintest trace of singing…
*When the dark wood fell before me
And all the paths are overgrown
When the priests of pride say there is no other way
I tilled the sorrows of stone*
Drawn to the sweet voice, Specs rose from his seat and moved through the frozen bar.
*Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me*
The voice… Specs had never heard it before, yet it was so familiar… He kept moving.
*I did not believe because I could not see
Though you came to me in the night
When the dawn seemed forever lost
You showed me your love in the light of the stars*
***
The Golden One pun out his song, weaving a web to catch his prey. Drawing in his net of sound, the Childe smirked as he felt his prey draw near.
*When the mountain rose before me
By the deep well of desire
In the fountain of forgiveness
Beyond the ice and the fire*
***
Specs felt a chill. His eyes locked on a smirking youth with golden hair and golden eyes.
*Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me*
The voice seemed to come from hi, but no words were being formed. Drawing still nearer, he stepped into the shadows to come face-to-face with the youth.
*Come with me* Specs heard a voice say, and while he tried to figure out where it came from, the youth turned and, staying in the shadows, began walking. Specs followed.