Title: Bloodsport
Author: Occurs
Source: Underworld
Warnings: Kraven/Lucien
It was not always dark in this Eastern European city, though perhaps the
shadow of rich black forests and impenatrable fortresses lingered in the
genetic memory of its denizens. For a select section of the population,
however, darkness was all they ever saw. From the cold rains that signaled
twilight to the chilled mists of dawn the creatures turned night to
day, stalking the stone streets clad in cloth so black that they blended
seamlessly with the city's endless shadows. The deception was so carefully
orchestrated that no mortal could be witness to the scene that Lucien
was devouring with his wolf's eyes, clutching at the rough carved corner
of the abandoned building as he peered into the muddy alley.
The scent of hot blood was intoxicating in the frozen night
air, accompanied by a delicious slurping that sent a jealous shiver down
the werewolf's spine. The minutes crawled by, the blood grew cool and
the sound stilled, and in the recesses of the shadows Kraven stood,
the lifeless body of his unfortunate companion falling like a ragdoll in
a puddle of oily rainwater.
"I know you're there, Lucien." The vampire whispered, his tongue
darting out to taste the remnants of the girl's life on his lips. With
casual ease the lycan stalked into the dark haven, kneeling momentarily
beside the pale and lifeless body of the woman and clucking lightly
with his tongue.
"So careless, Kraven..." He chided, his voice closer to a
cat's purr than a wolf's growl. He gestured to the double puncture at
the victim's jugular. "Do you not worry what the people will say?"
The aristocratic immortal made a huffing sound, watching as
Lucien lightly touched the waif's throat, then lifted his stained fingers
to his mouth. "I do not worry...these people have their memories of
the great ones of old...their superstitions keep me safe." His dark
brows narrowed as Lucien lapped at the cold liquid with an
unreadably smug expression. Kraven felt a snarl rising in his throat.
He was still dizzy with the bloodlust, ired that he should be interrupted
at such a time, and to be questioned by the likes of a Lycan...
"What?" He hissed, watching with cold fury as Lucien continued to watch
him with mocking brown eyes. "Are the leftovers not to your liking?"
Baring his teeth the lycan stood, closing the scant distance between them
faster than Kraven had thought possible.
"I am no scavenger." It was the wolf's voice that answered,
and then Lucien had him, grabbing the vampire's arms and roughly bringing
his lips to his immortal companion's, forcing the cold lips to part and
tasting where Kraven's mouth had kept the blood warm. His manner was
teasing, controlling, daring the coven leader to bite, and for just
a moment the cold hatred in Kraven's gorged veins made him consider the
drastic action. But then it was over, wolf gone without so much as
a howl in the moonlight and Kraven alone with a stinking corpse. His
face twisted with anger, the vampire spat the last of the blood and
the taste of Lucien onto the dirt and cobbled pavement and fled, as
always, in shadow.
Noted: Because you know you love it. Anyone know where I can any
Kraven/Lucien screencaps? I'm dying to make an OMG!THEIRLUVISSOGORY!
icon.
Author: Occurs
Source: Underworld
Warnings: Kraven/Lucien
It was not always dark in this Eastern European city, though perhaps the
shadow of rich black forests and impenatrable fortresses lingered in the
genetic memory of its denizens. For a select section of the population,
however, darkness was all they ever saw. From the cold rains that signaled
twilight to the chilled mists of dawn the creatures turned night to
day, stalking the stone streets clad in cloth so black that they blended
seamlessly with the city's endless shadows. The deception was so carefully
orchestrated that no mortal could be witness to the scene that Lucien
was devouring with his wolf's eyes, clutching at the rough carved corner
of the abandoned building as he peered into the muddy alley.
The scent of hot blood was intoxicating in the frozen night
air, accompanied by a delicious slurping that sent a jealous shiver down
the werewolf's spine. The minutes crawled by, the blood grew cool and
the sound stilled, and in the recesses of the shadows Kraven stood,
the lifeless body of his unfortunate companion falling like a ragdoll in
a puddle of oily rainwater.
"I know you're there, Lucien." The vampire whispered, his tongue
darting out to taste the remnants of the girl's life on his lips. With
casual ease the lycan stalked into the dark haven, kneeling momentarily
beside the pale and lifeless body of the woman and clucking lightly
with his tongue.
"So careless, Kraven..." He chided, his voice closer to a
cat's purr than a wolf's growl. He gestured to the double puncture at
the victim's jugular. "Do you not worry what the people will say?"
The aristocratic immortal made a huffing sound, watching as
Lucien lightly touched the waif's throat, then lifted his stained fingers
to his mouth. "I do not worry...these people have their memories of
the great ones of old...their superstitions keep me safe." His dark
brows narrowed as Lucien lapped at the cold liquid with an
unreadably smug expression. Kraven felt a snarl rising in his throat.
He was still dizzy with the bloodlust, ired that he should be interrupted
at such a time, and to be questioned by the likes of a Lycan...
"What?" He hissed, watching with cold fury as Lucien continued to watch
him with mocking brown eyes. "Are the leftovers not to your liking?"
Baring his teeth the lycan stood, closing the scant distance between them
faster than Kraven had thought possible.
"I am no scavenger." It was the wolf's voice that answered,
and then Lucien had him, grabbing the vampire's arms and roughly bringing
his lips to his immortal companion's, forcing the cold lips to part and
tasting where Kraven's mouth had kept the blood warm. His manner was
teasing, controlling, daring the coven leader to bite, and for just
a moment the cold hatred in Kraven's gorged veins made him consider the
drastic action. But then it was over, wolf gone without so much as
a howl in the moonlight and Kraven alone with a stinking corpse. His
face twisted with anger, the vampire spat the last of the blood and
the taste of Lucien onto the dirt and cobbled pavement and fled, as
always, in shadow.
Noted: Because you know you love it. Anyone know where I can any
Kraven/Lucien screencaps? I'm dying to make an OMG!THEIRLUVISSOGORY!
icon.