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!
Shoutouts: Anne- It's not Lestat… you'll find out who it is in a few chapters, if ever. Can you tell I have NO idea where the hell I'm going with this?
Merle: Thanks for reviewing, and I'm glad you like it… It (I hope) gets better!
Neffie: hehehe… a tease? It gets teasier!!!
Bittah: Urky, huh? I'll take that as a complement if it's like murky… And it's good? Yay!!! Thanks… it's kinda my first attempt as this pn for ff.net…
Stepherz: yup, ya gotta wait!!!
The Golden One hummed as he led his pretty prey to his doom. The hotel being occupied by the youth and his Sire, the Silver Queen, was one favored by their kind, a hotel virtually unused by those who walked in the light. Entering the hotel, the youth began ascending the stairs, taking a moment to renew his spell.
*Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me*
His prey entered the grand building, not even bothering to take in the rich décor. He started right up the stairs after his captor. The people at the desk glanced up long enough to see the entranced boy, and looked away. The sight wasn't unusual.
***
The Golden One waited for what seemed to him hours. In actuality, it was but minutes until Specs came through the door and straight into his waiting embrace. But the closeness was not one of love and tenderness, it was one of fire and ice, death and afterdeath.
Planting a soft kiss, almost a benediction, on his victim's lips, the Golden One released his dark side, let his razor sharp canines free to quickly tear the side of Specs' neck, over the jugular. Lapping softly, the youth marveled at the sweetness of the blood. He drank his meager fill and willed the wound closed. He had left the pretty boy alive and with strength enough to return to whatever dump he called home. Releasing his victim, the youth sent him to recover.
*I will be tasting you again.*
***
The Silver Queen was hunting. The Sire of the Golden One, she was in search of not a meal, but a mortal lover. Her Childe wasn't much for that need. He still retained some of his mortal morals… one of which was that incest was wrong. And the Silver Queen was not just his Sire, but his sister. Not that it mattered one wasn't human and wasn't related to anybody, except through the bonds of Sire and Childe and a Claim.
Scanning through the crowd, she laughed to herself. Her Childe would never make a Claim, or so it seemed. She herself had never planned to, once her beloved had been killed by her Sire in a fit of jealous rage. But she took lovers, and mortals were the best, warm and soft. Her kind was cold and hard, as though carved from marble. But her Childe didn't even take lovers to shorten the nights. He had never even turned someone.
Suddenly she let out a gasp of recognition. Standing right in front of her, staring blatantly at her, was her beloved from her past. Crystal eyes, hard face, and unearthly beauty, the man in front of her was Lorcan.
***
Spot Conlon (AN WOOO SPOT!) was the biggest player in New York. Every girl wanted him, and he had every girl. But he had never seen a girl like the one in front of him. With silver eyes, silver hair, and pure white skin wrapped in shimmery sliver cloth, she could have been an angel. An angel, except for the cruelty in her diamond eyes and perfect lips.
Abruptly her cruel eyes widened and her cruel mouth released one questioning word.
"Lorcan?"
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!
Shoutouts: Anne- It's not Lestat… you'll find out who it is in a few chapters, if ever. Can you tell I have NO idea where the hell I'm going with this?
Merle: Thanks for reviewing, and I'm glad you like it… It (I hope) gets better!
Neffie: hehehe… a tease? It gets teasier!!!
Bittah: Urky, huh? I'll take that as a complement if it's like murky… And it's good? Yay!!! Thanks… it's kinda my first attempt as this pn for ff.net…
Stepherz: yup, ya gotta wait!!!
The Golden One hummed as he led his pretty prey to his doom. The hotel being occupied by the youth and his Sire, the Silver Queen, was one favored by their kind, a hotel virtually unused by those who walked in the light. Entering the hotel, the youth began ascending the stairs, taking a moment to renew his spell.
*Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me*
His prey entered the grand building, not even bothering to take in the rich décor. He started right up the stairs after his captor. The people at the desk glanced up long enough to see the entranced boy, and looked away. The sight wasn't unusual.
***
The Golden One waited for what seemed to him hours. In actuality, it was but minutes until Specs came through the door and straight into his waiting embrace. But the closeness was not one of love and tenderness, it was one of fire and ice, death and afterdeath.
Planting a soft kiss, almost a benediction, on his victim's lips, the Golden One released his dark side, let his razor sharp canines free to quickly tear the side of Specs' neck, over the jugular. Lapping softly, the youth marveled at the sweetness of the blood. He drank his meager fill and willed the wound closed. He had left the pretty boy alive and with strength enough to return to whatever dump he called home. Releasing his victim, the youth sent him to recover.
*I will be tasting you again.*
***
The Silver Queen was hunting. The Sire of the Golden One, she was in search of not a meal, but a mortal lover. Her Childe wasn't much for that need. He still retained some of his mortal morals… one of which was that incest was wrong. And the Silver Queen was not just his Sire, but his sister. Not that it mattered one wasn't human and wasn't related to anybody, except through the bonds of Sire and Childe and a Claim.
Scanning through the crowd, she laughed to herself. Her Childe would never make a Claim, or so it seemed. She herself had never planned to, once her beloved had been killed by her Sire in a fit of jealous rage. But she took lovers, and mortals were the best, warm and soft. Her kind was cold and hard, as though carved from marble. But her Childe didn't even take lovers to shorten the nights. He had never even turned someone.
Suddenly she let out a gasp of recognition. Standing right in front of her, staring blatantly at her, was her beloved from her past. Crystal eyes, hard face, and unearthly beauty, the man in front of her was Lorcan.
***
Spot Conlon (AN WOOO SPOT!) was the biggest player in New York. Every girl wanted him, and he had every girl. But he had never seen a girl like the one in front of him. With silver eyes, silver hair, and pure white skin wrapped in shimmery sliver cloth, she could have been an angel. An angel, except for the cruelty in her diamond eyes and perfect lips.
Abruptly her cruel eyes widened and her cruel mouth released one questioning word.
"Lorcan?"