Underworld: La Camisa Negra, Erika/Kraven, PG-13
Title: La Camisa Negra (the black shirt)
Author: xchristabelx
Fandom: Underworld
Rating: PG-13
Charater(s)/Pairing: Erika/Kraven
Summary: Erika has a lot of time to think while waiting for her love.
Warnings: Just a little light cursing.
Notes: Written for 2x5obsessions. The prompt was a black shirt
La Camisa Negra
I walk in to his room and sit down on the bed. The night is nearly over and he isn’t here. He hasn’t really been here a lot at all, recently. He is busy with leading the coven almost every night and fighting those mangy dogs together with that annoying bitch Selene of all people. The woman he wants… wants to be at his side to be his queen or something.
But she doesn’t want him. He can’t have her, because she detests him. She hates him for having taken over Viktor’s coven, for not standing before our great master’s tomb every day, staring into nothing, living in memories. But what for anyway? It’s not like he’s dead. He’ll be reawakened in about a hundred years. And we’re vampires, we’re immortal. But maybe, maybe she’s afraid that she won’t last that long. And it wouldn’t surprise me if she didn’t, the way she goes about the whole Death-Dealer-job.
She is obsessed with killing the Lycans which is just another thing that makes Kraven have to spend time with her. I believe he thinks it is part of the reason she doesn’t like him. It probably is, as they have quite different views on the matter, but the truth is more likely to be that Selene has no room for romance in her life of fighting the filthy dogs.
He can’t have her for every reason she can come up with and it is driving him insane. Kraven is as obsessed with Selene as she is with her job. And it seems to make them the perfect match in the war against the Lycans and only in this war.
Kraven doesn’t want to see that. He won’t give up trying to coax her out of her shell of black leather and weapons.
He wants her, maybe even loves her the way I want and love him.
Which brings us back to where I started. To why I am here in his room, on his bed, only wearing a bra and panties.
Kraven is out there with Selene, fighting the war… and maybe not coming back. And I am here waiting for him, as I always do.
Amelia once told me to let him go, because he is only playing with me, using me as a toy whenever he feels like a bit of pleasure. But I still refuse to believe it. I still hope that one day some little stream of love will break through. A little stream of love meant for me and only me.
They don’t believe I can think. None of them do, as all they see is what I look like. The perfect blonde doll. But they’re wrong. I think a lot. I have a lot of time to think as well. I think and I hope… and maybe I deceive myself, but I’m not prepared to accept that. Not yet.
And so I lay down on his bed, hoping that he will be there next to me when I awake. And I wait. I can wait, I have to wait. My patience will be rewarded, he will come here to me. For me, to see me and only me, because he wishes to be with me.
I can wait.
I have his shirt, one of his many black shirts which isn’t dissimilar to the one he wore the day he made me a vampire.
I wrap the shirt around me and crawl under the covers, laying my head on the pillow and waiting, waiting for my love to return and with a sigh of his name on my lips I fall asleep and dream of him.
Author: xchristabelx
Fandom: Underworld
Rating: PG-13
Charater(s)/Pairing: Erika/Kraven
Summary: Erika has a lot of time to think while waiting for her love.
Warnings: Just a little light cursing.
Notes: Written for 2x5obsessions. The prompt was a black shirt
La Camisa Negra
I walk in to his room and sit down on the bed. The night is nearly over and he isn’t here. He hasn’t really been here a lot at all, recently. He is busy with leading the coven almost every night and fighting those mangy dogs together with that annoying bitch Selene of all people. The woman he wants… wants to be at his side to be his queen or something.
But she doesn’t want him. He can’t have her, because she detests him. She hates him for having taken over Viktor’s coven, for not standing before our great master’s tomb every day, staring into nothing, living in memories. But what for anyway? It’s not like he’s dead. He’ll be reawakened in about a hundred years. And we’re vampires, we’re immortal. But maybe, maybe she’s afraid that she won’t last that long. And it wouldn’t surprise me if she didn’t, the way she goes about the whole Death-Dealer-job.
She is obsessed with killing the Lycans which is just another thing that makes Kraven have to spend time with her. I believe he thinks it is part of the reason she doesn’t like him. It probably is, as they have quite different views on the matter, but the truth is more likely to be that Selene has no room for romance in her life of fighting the filthy dogs.
He can’t have her for every reason she can come up with and it is driving him insane. Kraven is as obsessed with Selene as she is with her job. And it seems to make them the perfect match in the war against the Lycans and only in this war.
Kraven doesn’t want to see that. He won’t give up trying to coax her out of her shell of black leather and weapons.
He wants her, maybe even loves her the way I want and love him.
Which brings us back to where I started. To why I am here in his room, on his bed, only wearing a bra and panties.
Kraven is out there with Selene, fighting the war… and maybe not coming back. And I am here waiting for him, as I always do.
Amelia once told me to let him go, because he is only playing with me, using me as a toy whenever he feels like a bit of pleasure. But I still refuse to believe it. I still hope that one day some little stream of love will break through. A little stream of love meant for me and only me.
They don’t believe I can think. None of them do, as all they see is what I look like. The perfect blonde doll. But they’re wrong. I think a lot. I have a lot of time to think as well. I think and I hope… and maybe I deceive myself, but I’m not prepared to accept that. Not yet.
And so I lay down on his bed, hoping that he will be there next to me when I awake. And I wait. I can wait, I have to wait. My patience will be rewarded, he will come here to me. For me, to see me and only me, because he wishes to be with me.
I can wait.
I have his shirt, one of his many black shirts which isn’t dissimilar to the one he wore the day he made me a vampire.
I wrap the shirt around me and crawl under the covers, laying my head on the pillow and waiting, waiting for my love to return and with a sigh of his name on my lips I fall asleep and dream of him.