"BRANDED"
TITLE: "BRANDED"
AUTHOR: doppelgangerqaf
BETAED BY: bigj52 (*hugs!*)
ICON BY: kereia
BANNER BY: silentlywrecked
GENRE: AU, Crossover, Canon
PAIRING Brian Kinney and Eric Northman.
TIMELINE: 3 years Post-513; True Blood 201.
WORD COUNT: 438 words.
WARNING: NC-17.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
SYNOPSIS: Brian encounters a familiar being in the dark...
A/N: The fanfictions in the DARK FICS SERIES I will be writing will contain violence, explicit language, sexual situations and probably major character deaths that will include characters from both series QUEER AS FOLK and TRUE BLOOD. If this is not your kind of fanfics, STOP READING NOW.
First ficlet written for my table in 50_darkfics; Prompt #0009: Branded..
A prologue to the mini-series DEVOUR.
Please enjoy. Feedback is loved.
"BRANDED"
By Doppelganger
He feels that chilling after-midnight breeze brush past him as he makes his way to his car. The cold air brings a large dose of mixed emotions rushing down his spine making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
What does he feel?
Fear?
Excitement?
A scream that could rip the dead silence of the Pittsburgh night is trapped within his vocal chords.
He’s terrified out of his fucking head and his shaking hands attest to the undeniable excitement he’s also experiencing.
He approaches his Corvette sitting alone under a lamp post in the flickering light. He stops in his tracks as he hears deep and labored breathing…
He turns around and catches a pair of glimmering, red eyes in the dark.
Watching…
Waiting.
Waiting?
He swallows but this time recognizes it isn’t fear that makes him do so.
Yes, the owner of the eyes is waiting; to once again pounce on the prey.
Waiting to once again devour what was just branded not so long ago…
His brain sends impulses throughout his body commanding his limbs to move.
Walk the fuck away!
But the connection between his body and mind seems to have been fallen into disarray.
And as if by force he is reminded of how he was branded His--
The man who had seen more than a thousand years of life…
A thousand years of living.
Dying.
Of coming.
And going.
A thousand years of suffering. Of victory.
A thousand years of endless night.
Of endless lovers…
He closes his eyes as he sees himself sprawled naked in front of him-- long fingers run along his inner thighs; the tip of the man’s forefinger teases his oozing slit.
Then pain… The agonizing yet frighteningly good pain as the man sank his long fangs into his inner groin, ripped and tortured his soul.
His eyes tightly close feeling the ice-cold, full, red lips tightly locked on his skin and hungrily sucking on the blood, freely running through his veins.
The pain.
The exquisite pain remained under his skin; within the depth of his bones. Making him tingle with fear.
And yes….anticipation.
It is what he had left inside of him…
The pain that is the same as the desire for the experience to be repeated over and over and over again…
When he opens his eyes, he is not surprised to see the man completely dressed in black, standing in front of him, eye to eye. The devilish smile on the man’s red lips reveal his fangs.
He speaks, his voice powerful and deep, “It’s nice to see you again, Brian Kinney.”
AUTHOR: doppelgangerqaf
BETAED BY: bigj52 (*hugs!*)
ICON BY: kereia
BANNER BY: silentlywrecked
GENRE: AU, Crossover, Canon
PAIRING Brian Kinney and Eric Northman.
TIMELINE: 3 years Post-513; True Blood 201.
WORD COUNT: 438 words.
WARNING: NC-17.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
SYNOPSIS: Brian encounters a familiar being in the dark...
A/N: The fanfictions in the DARK FICS SERIES I will be writing will contain violence, explicit language, sexual situations and probably major character deaths that will include characters from both series QUEER AS FOLK and TRUE BLOOD. If this is not your kind of fanfics, STOP READING NOW.
First ficlet written for my table in 50_darkfics; Prompt #0009: Branded..
A prologue to the mini-series DEVOUR.
Please enjoy. Feedback is loved.
"BRANDED"
By Doppelganger
He feels that chilling after-midnight breeze brush past him as he makes his way to his car. The cold air brings a large dose of mixed emotions rushing down his spine making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
What does he feel?
Fear?
Excitement?
A scream that could rip the dead silence of the Pittsburgh night is trapped within his vocal chords.
He’s terrified out of his fucking head and his shaking hands attest to the undeniable excitement he’s also experiencing.
He approaches his Corvette sitting alone under a lamp post in the flickering light. He stops in his tracks as he hears deep and labored breathing…
He turns around and catches a pair of glimmering, red eyes in the dark.
Watching…
Waiting.
Waiting?
He swallows but this time recognizes it isn’t fear that makes him do so.
Yes, the owner of the eyes is waiting; to once again pounce on the prey.
Waiting to once again devour what was just branded not so long ago…
His brain sends impulses throughout his body commanding his limbs to move.
Walk the fuck away!
But the connection between his body and mind seems to have been fallen into disarray.
And as if by force he is reminded of how he was branded His--
The man who had seen more than a thousand years of life…
A thousand years of living.
Dying.
Of coming.
And going.
A thousand years of suffering. Of victory.
A thousand years of endless night.
Of endless lovers…
He closes his eyes as he sees himself sprawled naked in front of him-- long fingers run along his inner thighs; the tip of the man’s forefinger teases his oozing slit.
Then pain… The agonizing yet frighteningly good pain as the man sank his long fangs into his inner groin, ripped and tortured his soul.
His eyes tightly close feeling the ice-cold, full, red lips tightly locked on his skin and hungrily sucking on the blood, freely running through his veins.
The pain.
The exquisite pain remained under his skin; within the depth of his bones. Making him tingle with fear.
And yes….anticipation.
It is what he had left inside of him…
The pain that is the same as the desire for the experience to be repeated over and over and over again…
When he opens his eyes, he is not surprised to see the man completely dressed in black, standing in front of him, eye to eye. The devilish smile on the man’s red lips reveal his fangs.
He speaks, his voice powerful and deep, “It’s nice to see you again, Brian Kinney.”