[TDS]: Deja Vu IV; NC-17
Title of the fic: Deja Vu pt 4
Author's name: cloudblood
Pairing(s): Rob/Ed, Ed/Fear, Rob/Frustration
Rating: NC-17 (for something in one of the parts)
Warnings: Death
Summary: The family that stays together...
Author's Notes: This is beta'd by logos_00 and without her help, I'd have been lost. She's fabu and you all need to know that (as if you didn't...). And all I can add is please don't hate me.
Dedication: For logos_00.
Wordcount: 1076
As his mother’s laughter rang through the musty air, Ed was completely at a loss. His boyfriend just bit him-VAMPIRE screamed his mind-and his mom was laughing in that crazy way that Aunt Laverne had before they had taken her away to be put in that home.
What was stranger was that the laughing voice did not belong to his mother. And his mother wouldn’t have allowed them to have sex-let alone for Rob to bite him. What the hell was going on?!
“You’re not my mom are you?”
The woman grinned evilly, “Of course not. I wouldn’t have produced a whelp such as you. Oh, but your Rob is. Oh how he moaned when the blood spilled from his veins. Of course the blood was rather bitter. I don’t care for that much. However, your blood is going to be sweet.”
“How do you know that? You could just be trying to scare me in some really, really elaborate scheme! I bet Rob hired you to scare me just so he could get a laugh over me! I’m not buying it.” Ed’s jaw set in defiance as he sat up.
When Rob started to hiss, the woman silenced him and spoke, “Remember when I hugged you in the bathroom? I nearly gave in and drank from you then.”
Ed shivered, “You horrible woman. Where is my family?”
She began to advance on him. Then she stopped. This puzzled Ed until he watched her slowly peel the flesh away from her skin. The woman that appeared in the place of what had been his mother was frightening.
Her skin was sallow save for the blood that oozed slowly down her skin from the flesh that she’d separated. Her two eye sockets held reptilian eyes that may have been human at one point. When that could have been, Ed didn’t know.
Her face was made of angles that roughened her face. There were lines from the snarls marring her complexion. The hair that was hidden underneath was jet black, thin and straggly. It also clumped together from the blood that dried on it.
When she was alive-if she ever lived-Ed could see how she would have been beautiful. She reminded him of the main heroine in that move the Day the Earth Stood Still. There would be no ‘Mr. Carpenter’ to appear in the iconic way that Jesus had. There would also be no robot that she would have to run to find to give the code word to when the ‘modern day Jesus’ had died.
It was only him. His lover turned vampire. This woman who he was sure killed his mother and most assuredly his father, judging from the bloodstains.
“You know what happened to them. You put on a brave face but I can hear your heartbeat and how fast it’s thumping inside that chest of yours. It just makes me want to drink from you even more. And I will. And then your…Rob will be punished for trying to drink from you before I could get to you. He’s outlived his usefulness anyhow.” She stepped closer to him.
None of his muscles would work no matter how he strained to force them to work. He couldn’t understand what was going on. Why won’t my muscles work? I can’t even talk! I’m going to die here. Oh my god, I can’t do that.
She crossed the room to him and smiled at him as she moved to straddle him. “Isn’t it a terrible upset to be unable to move? You can’t do anything. So paralyzed by fear. But,” she paused to dip her finger in the pooled blood and brought it to her mouth, “Mmmm. I was right. Your blood will be quite the treat. One I haven’t had in decades. I’m going to enjoy this.”
He could only stare ahead as her dampened hair slid across his face before he felt the pain of being bitten into again. Ed was helpless to the exhaustion he began to feel as well as the cold and his vision dimmed. There was nothing else-
“Ed, wake up!” Rob called to his lover, waking him from his nightmare.
Ed awoke with a strangled cry, earning a strange and concerned look from the other man.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I had a nightmare.”
“The cab ride was long and everything, sure, but I still don’t know how you were able to sleep,” He sneered in the cab driver’s direction, “I don’t how that bastard managed to get his license.” They pulled their bags out of the trunk and slammed it shut.
Ed had no idea where he was other than this was supposed to be his familial home. It just didn’t look right, though-almost too Norman Rockwell with the wrap around porch and overly starched white exterior. The grass seemed too green with a sky too blue but these were dismissible things. Sometimes a too-bright sky was just the lack of clouds.
He walked up the walkway that parted the perfectly manicured lawn and wondered when Dad had hired the landscapers because the lawn never looked this good while he was a child here.
A reluctant Rob Corddry followed him.
“So this is your parent’s house?”
Ed nodded.
Disclaimer: Any similarity between the fictional version of the person portrayed here and the actual persons is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. This is not an attempt to defame the character of said person on the basis of libel, as the work is FICTIONAL (and NOT an intently false statement created with the express purpose of misleading others about the actual character of said person).
Any mention of 'The Daily Show', 'The Colbert Report', 'Viacom', any associated entites, or any copyrighted material pertaining therein is reasonably protected by the Fair Use Rule of the United States Copyright Act of 1976 and is not intended to infringe upon any copyrighted material.
Author's name: cloudblood
Pairing(s): Rob/Ed, Ed/Fear, Rob/Frustration
Rating: NC-17 (for something in one of the parts)
Warnings: Death
Summary: The family that stays together...
Author's Notes: This is beta'd by logos_00 and without her help, I'd have been lost. She's fabu and you all need to know that (as if you didn't...). And all I can add is please don't hate me.
Dedication: For logos_00.
Wordcount: 1076
As his mother’s laughter rang through the musty air, Ed was completely at a loss. His boyfriend just bit him-VAMPIRE screamed his mind-and his mom was laughing in that crazy way that Aunt Laverne had before they had taken her away to be put in that home.
What was stranger was that the laughing voice did not belong to his mother. And his mother wouldn’t have allowed them to have sex-let alone for Rob to bite him. What the hell was going on?!
“You’re not my mom are you?”
The woman grinned evilly, “Of course not. I wouldn’t have produced a whelp such as you. Oh, but your Rob is. Oh how he moaned when the blood spilled from his veins. Of course the blood was rather bitter. I don’t care for that much. However, your blood is going to be sweet.”
“How do you know that? You could just be trying to scare me in some really, really elaborate scheme! I bet Rob hired you to scare me just so he could get a laugh over me! I’m not buying it.” Ed’s jaw set in defiance as he sat up.
When Rob started to hiss, the woman silenced him and spoke, “Remember when I hugged you in the bathroom? I nearly gave in and drank from you then.”
Ed shivered, “You horrible woman. Where is my family?”
She began to advance on him. Then she stopped. This puzzled Ed until he watched her slowly peel the flesh away from her skin. The woman that appeared in the place of what had been his mother was frightening.
Her skin was sallow save for the blood that oozed slowly down her skin from the flesh that she’d separated. Her two eye sockets held reptilian eyes that may have been human at one point. When that could have been, Ed didn’t know.
Her face was made of angles that roughened her face. There were lines from the snarls marring her complexion. The hair that was hidden underneath was jet black, thin and straggly. It also clumped together from the blood that dried on it.
When she was alive-if she ever lived-Ed could see how she would have been beautiful. She reminded him of the main heroine in that move the Day the Earth Stood Still. There would be no ‘Mr. Carpenter’ to appear in the iconic way that Jesus had. There would also be no robot that she would have to run to find to give the code word to when the ‘modern day Jesus’ had died.
It was only him. His lover turned vampire. This woman who he was sure killed his mother and most assuredly his father, judging from the bloodstains.
“You know what happened to them. You put on a brave face but I can hear your heartbeat and how fast it’s thumping inside that chest of yours. It just makes me want to drink from you even more. And I will. And then your…Rob will be punished for trying to drink from you before I could get to you. He’s outlived his usefulness anyhow.” She stepped closer to him.
None of his muscles would work no matter how he strained to force them to work. He couldn’t understand what was going on. Why won’t my muscles work? I can’t even talk! I’m going to die here. Oh my god, I can’t do that.
She crossed the room to him and smiled at him as she moved to straddle him. “Isn’t it a terrible upset to be unable to move? You can’t do anything. So paralyzed by fear. But,” she paused to dip her finger in the pooled blood and brought it to her mouth, “Mmmm. I was right. Your blood will be quite the treat. One I haven’t had in decades. I’m going to enjoy this.”
He could only stare ahead as her dampened hair slid across his face before he felt the pain of being bitten into again. Ed was helpless to the exhaustion he began to feel as well as the cold and his vision dimmed. There was nothing else-
“Ed, wake up!” Rob called to his lover, waking him from his nightmare.
Ed awoke with a strangled cry, earning a strange and concerned look from the other man.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I had a nightmare.”
“The cab ride was long and everything, sure, but I still don’t know how you were able to sleep,” He sneered in the cab driver’s direction, “I don’t how that bastard managed to get his license.” They pulled their bags out of the trunk and slammed it shut.
Ed had no idea where he was other than this was supposed to be his familial home. It just didn’t look right, though-almost too Norman Rockwell with the wrap around porch and overly starched white exterior. The grass seemed too green with a sky too blue but these were dismissible things. Sometimes a too-bright sky was just the lack of clouds.
He walked up the walkway that parted the perfectly manicured lawn and wondered when Dad had hired the landscapers because the lawn never looked this good while he was a child here.
A reluctant Rob Corddry followed him.
“So this is your parent’s house?”
Ed nodded.
Disclaimer: Any similarity between the fictional version of the person portrayed here and the actual persons is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. This is not an attempt to defame the character of said person on the basis of libel, as the work is FICTIONAL (and NOT an intently false statement created with the express purpose of misleading others about the actual character of said person).
Any mention of 'The Daily Show', 'The Colbert Report', 'Viacom', any associated entites, or any copyrighted material pertaining therein is reasonably protected by the Fair Use Rule of the United States Copyright Act of 1976 and is not intended to infringe upon any copyrighted material.