Oneshot: blood thirst (Moonlight/Smallville)
Blood thirst
Fandom: Smallville, Moonlight
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
Genre: humour, AU, requested, crossover
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Josef
Any warnings: none.
Disclaimer: Smallville and Moonlight and its characters aren’t mine. I only write fan fiction for fun and entertainment.
A/N: Made this as a requested drabble... for the lovely lilmoochie.
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Red-heads! He hated red-heads! Really, Josef scoffed, he was the vampire here… so why the hell was he chained to a wall, and the crazy red-head, who had been his date to Chloe’s birthday party only an hour ago, standing over him demanding that he turn her this instant.
“Right! But you see,” he replied coolly in the way he always did even when faced with danger “then I would be setting a crazy blood thirsty chick into the world, and my superiors wouldn’t like that. So between you and my superiors, guess whose opinion weighs more!”
That had infuriated the red head, and she had left him stuck, still chained to the wall of a room, that was made up of glass. All walls out of glass, except the one he was chained to, and the sun had been shining on him, for now three days in a row. And to make his misery complete, the red-head, was it Brenda or Tiffany or something?, had not been feeding him.
Josef felt thirsty, dry like the Sahara and even his tongue couldn’t moist his chipped lower lip. He was going to starve to death, or un-death… He was just going to be forgotten, and no one, not even Mick or Chloe would find him…
His tirade was interrupted by a knock on one of the glass walls. He squinted his eyes and noticed someone with a halo looking into the room. Great, now he was imagining things. An angel, of all things a soulless vampire could hallucinate!
“Now it’s official! I’m even worse than Mick!” he sighed dramatically. Not even his blood thirst could dim his black sense of humour.
He noticed the angel look around and then to his surprise the female angel, because those were defiantly curves!, picked up a heavy looking rock from the ground and then threw it at a spot on the wall.
The glass made a shattering sound and he watched as the angel stepped into the room he was held captive in. That was when he noticed that his angel wasn’t an angel. It was a human woman, made of flesh and bones, because her blood was singing out to him. He couldn’t stop himself from sniffing in her direction. Never had blood smelled so good, and luring.
“Thank god I found you!” said the female voice and it was only then that his now slower senses noticed that the woman in front of him was no one other than the birthday girl herself, whose party he had missed.
“You were looking for me?” asked Josef, almost feeling touched, if he hadn’t felt so darn thirsty.
“Don’t be an ass! Mick said you might need blood when I found you!” The hope in Josef to actually be able to have a taste of Chloe without Mick ripping out his throat blossomed in him. Until she spoke again, and it got shattered and beaten down.
“He gave me those vials! Here, have a drink Jo! We need to scram! There is only so much that crazy date of yours won’t notice… And I don’t think Mick’s charm is quite working on her!”
Josef resisted the urge to sigh and just nodded. He thanked her when she let him down from the chains, and took a reluctant swing of the cold and disgusting blood, while eying the beautiful veins under that pale skin of Chloe’s.
Urrrghhh, life - or un-dead life - just wasn’t fair sometimes!
Fandom: Smallville, Moonlight
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
Genre: humour, AU, requested, crossover
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Josef
Any warnings: none.
Disclaimer: Smallville and Moonlight and its characters aren’t mine. I only write fan fiction for fun and entertainment.
A/N: Made this as a requested drabble... for the lovely lilmoochie.
::
Red-heads! He hated red-heads! Really, Josef scoffed, he was the vampire here… so why the hell was he chained to a wall, and the crazy red-head, who had been his date to Chloe’s birthday party only an hour ago, standing over him demanding that he turn her this instant.
“Right! But you see,” he replied coolly in the way he always did even when faced with danger “then I would be setting a crazy blood thirsty chick into the world, and my superiors wouldn’t like that. So between you and my superiors, guess whose opinion weighs more!”
That had infuriated the red head, and she had left him stuck, still chained to the wall of a room, that was made up of glass. All walls out of glass, except the one he was chained to, and the sun had been shining on him, for now three days in a row. And to make his misery complete, the red-head, was it Brenda or Tiffany or something?, had not been feeding him.
Josef felt thirsty, dry like the Sahara and even his tongue couldn’t moist his chipped lower lip. He was going to starve to death, or un-death… He was just going to be forgotten, and no one, not even Mick or Chloe would find him…
His tirade was interrupted by a knock on one of the glass walls. He squinted his eyes and noticed someone with a halo looking into the room. Great, now he was imagining things. An angel, of all things a soulless vampire could hallucinate!
“Now it’s official! I’m even worse than Mick!” he sighed dramatically. Not even his blood thirst could dim his black sense of humour.
He noticed the angel look around and then to his surprise the female angel, because those were defiantly curves!, picked up a heavy looking rock from the ground and then threw it at a spot on the wall.
The glass made a shattering sound and he watched as the angel stepped into the room he was held captive in. That was when he noticed that his angel wasn’t an angel. It was a human woman, made of flesh and bones, because her blood was singing out to him. He couldn’t stop himself from sniffing in her direction. Never had blood smelled so good, and luring.
“Thank god I found you!” said the female voice and it was only then that his now slower senses noticed that the woman in front of him was no one other than the birthday girl herself, whose party he had missed.
“You were looking for me?” asked Josef, almost feeling touched, if he hadn’t felt so darn thirsty.
“Don’t be an ass! Mick said you might need blood when I found you!” The hope in Josef to actually be able to have a taste of Chloe without Mick ripping out his throat blossomed in him. Until she spoke again, and it got shattered and beaten down.
“He gave me those vials! Here, have a drink Jo! We need to scram! There is only so much that crazy date of yours won’t notice… And I don’t think Mick’s charm is quite working on her!”
Josef resisted the urge to sigh and just nodded. He thanked her when she let him down from the chains, and took a reluctant swing of the cold and disgusting blood, while eying the beautiful veins under that pale skin of Chloe’s.
Urrrghhh, life - or un-dead life - just wasn’t fair sometimes!