Title: God Says Nothing
Author: Screamer01
Character/Pairing: Vincent?
Rating:R
Warnings: Adult themes, small amount of course language, dark themes, sexual references, implied slash.
Summery: Vincent never liked the sun anyway
Disclaimer: I don't own them, square soft do.
Notes: You all know who the lover is, he's just not named. Vincent is a vampire in this, he cannot go out into the sunlight. Okay?
God Says Nothing
Blood. His whole body craved it.
Sometimes it was as if it was all he lived for. All he ever wanted. All he ever thought about.
Other times he hated it.
The thick crimson copper liquid, made him sick and the scent of it was enough to make his body convulse and his stomach wretch and vomit violently.
Never the less, his need for it always haunted him. Swallowing and consuming his very being until he felt it crawling under his skin and it rocked his very core.
He hadn't always been like this.
But too long gone were the days where he'd fight to feel alive. Where he'd be fighting for the enemy. When the heat of battle was the greatest feeling and all he lived for.
Too long gone were the days where he enjoyed the company of others; men and woman alike. And sex was expected, not a surprise or a privilege.
Too long gone were the days where he could go out into the sun. And he didn't really remember them now anyway.
And the name he called god said nothing of them.
Now he was alone. And no one understood.
Save for one other. Another like him.
Another that knew the pain and hatred of living a life of eternal damnation.
Another who knew the feeling of being frozen in time, to be ageless. To not be human,
Another who knew what it was like to not be born, to be created.
To be invented.
And they were together not because of love. Or even hate. But empathy. Understanding.
Because feelings such as love and hate were almost too human and strong to bare. Feeling incomplete without the other was pure agony and neither wanted anything to do with it.
Love, hate was irrelevant.
Even when they were in the pure passion, pleasure of the moment. When they could not think of anything else but the other. When skin burned to be touched and violent, hot kisses could not satisfy, when there just wasn't enough time, too much flesh to see; examine, when biting and licking and sucking to extract pleasure, was the only thing to think about, even then, there was not love.
Just a quick, passionate, long, hard, graceful fuck.
And a sense of belonging. Not just to each other, but in the world too.
But then he went away.
No. Long gone were the days when he needed company. When he needed people in his life. Life was just easier without them. No matter how lonely.
Gone were the days when Vincent paid note to time. When he'd grow up with his friends, not just stand still while they moved on.
Gone were the days when he'd sit around and listen to the screams of his once beloved, while the psychotic doctor messed around with them.
Gone were the days when he noticed the pain.
Long gone where the days when he'd sit outside in the day. And feel the sun's heat and light bore down on him.
But then, Vincent never liked the sun anyway.
Finish