FIC: An Angel's Kiss - Tanz der Vampire
TITLE: An Angel's Kiss
RATING: PG
FANDOMS: Tanz der Vampire
WORDS: 1000
SUMMARY: A 15 year old Herbert von Krolock finds school a very educational place.
NOTES: The random cameo of one of my Deaths is purely shallow :) Especially since both this Death and Herbert have a resemblance to Mate Kamaras :D And incidentally, this means there is slash included.
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Vati had never found out about his experimentation.
Well, not the kind that mattered anyway.
After all, Vati could hardly judge him for his sins and desires, when he occasionally made cow’s eyes at pretty boys as well. Perhaps it was a vampire matter, because he knew Vati had loved mother. Even after she was dead, he still loved her.
There was a difference, he knew, between love and the things people did together. Hot, hungry, wanting things that made him groan and shiver. There probably could be love there as well, but his experiences of it had not been in love.
Still, there had been experimentation of a kind he was sure his father wouldn’t entirely approve.
They said he had been sent for schooling, but the minute he had arrived in Vienna, he had seen that it was for more than simple education. Mortal company surrounded him, and as quickly as he had adapted to being the cosseted plaything of the she-vampires in Herr Draculea’s court, he was the witty, wicked Prince of his classes.
They thought him a friend. He thought them a study. He had never been surrounded by so many living mortals before, especially ones not cowed by terror and obedient to his every whim. They were all so vibrant and so different and so interesting.
So, he experimented.
Within weeks, one of them insisted they were in love with him. He was pleased. He had watched the boy’s body, seen in his eyes and had laughed and made him love all the more deeply. It was really quite easy when one could be read like a book.
By and by, he tried more challenging creatures. Older. Wiser. Less inclined to such things. They all changed their minds sooner or later. There was no shame on kneeling before an elder man, as they seemed to believe. They thought that would give them the power. Truly, they had no brain, for if they thought they were in control, he knew all he needed to do was bite down. Hard.
He was lavished with gifts. Sometimes, it was simply that, an innocent token of affection. On other occasions, it was a payment for silence. There were occasionally threats, but he simply smiled and took all they had to give and left them wanted.
Of course, he let his guard down once.
With all the threats and promises, he often lost track of which one had threatened to harm him in terrible ways. If they did, he knew Vati would find them afterwards, but it did not excuse the fact that he was silly enough to sit down and drink with a young noble whom he had seduced only weeks before and had completely forgotten.
There had been several bottles of wine, and then there had been the bed and once he had been spent, leaving his companion swearing as he rolled off, onto his back, he recalled the name and the threat that had issued from those same lips. Next time, he decided, names would be recalled. It would save confusion and silliness and potential death.
It was fortunate, he mused muzzily as the pillow was pressed over his face, that the other youth was as drunk as he. Otherwise, he might have been rather smothered. All the same, breathing was becoming a chore and he tried to push the elder boy off. The silly fool had fallen asleep over the pillow.
Herbert would have sighed if he had had the room and breath to do so. Silly drunken pig.
His head was starting to ache, so he decided to try and liberate himself. Breathing would be a rather useful thing to do. With a squirm, he managed to shift silly fat… oh, what’s his name. He pushed. Pushed again. There was a thump as thingie fell onto the floor. Ha! Served the stupid fat pig right.
Pushing the pillow off his face, he closed his eyes and drew deep breaths and his head ache faded.
Maybe it was a little of the feeling he always felt around people, but something made him open his eyes, and he was very glad that he did so. A man was standing over him. A quite beautiful man with golden hair and blue eyes that made him stare in wonder. And behind him, broad wings spread, golden with splashes of scarlet, like blood stains.
Blue eyes widened in surprise and the man with wings stared at Herbert. He started to draw back, but Herbert reached out and touched a hand that seemed to be fading in opacity.
“Ángele Dei,” he whispered, struggling onto his knees on the narrow bed, determined not to let the beautiful thing escape. “Qui custos es mei.”
The golden-haired creature gazed at him, then knelt. Herbert almost fainted in delight. Oh, he must be very, very good to have an extraordinary creature on its knees like that already. He tugged on the creature’s hand encouragingly, beaming.
Then, the silly thing bent it’s head and kissed stupid fat whatshisname on the mouth!
“That isn’t fair!” he exclaimed sharply. “You’re not meant to kiss him! I wanted you to kiss me!”
Blue eyes rose to him, and he saw a flash of a brilliantly white smile. All right, maybe he wasn’t kissed, but he knew he would never forget the angel’s smile. It had to be an angel. Nothing else could look so beautiful.
The hand in his moved and squeezed his fingers gently. The angel’s other hand rose and he touched his fingertips to Herbert’s lips. Herbert blinked at him, as that beautiful face came nearer and a kiss touched the fingertips between their lips.
Then there was a rush of wind and wings and he was gone.
Herbert continued to kneel mutely on the bed for a moment then fell back with a heady giggle.
On the floor, his forgotten plaything slowly cooled, choked on his own vomit, his life stolen away by the angel’s kiss.
RATING: PG
FANDOMS: Tanz der Vampire
WORDS: 1000
SUMMARY: A 15 year old Herbert von Krolock finds school a very educational place.
NOTES: The random cameo of one of my Deaths is purely shallow :) Especially since both this Death and Herbert have a resemblance to Mate Kamaras :D And incidentally, this means there is slash included.
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Vati had never found out about his experimentation.
Well, not the kind that mattered anyway.
After all, Vati could hardly judge him for his sins and desires, when he occasionally made cow’s eyes at pretty boys as well. Perhaps it was a vampire matter, because he knew Vati had loved mother. Even after she was dead, he still loved her.
There was a difference, he knew, between love and the things people did together. Hot, hungry, wanting things that made him groan and shiver. There probably could be love there as well, but his experiences of it had not been in love.
Still, there had been experimentation of a kind he was sure his father wouldn’t entirely approve.
They said he had been sent for schooling, but the minute he had arrived in Vienna, he had seen that it was for more than simple education. Mortal company surrounded him, and as quickly as he had adapted to being the cosseted plaything of the she-vampires in Herr Draculea’s court, he was the witty, wicked Prince of his classes.
They thought him a friend. He thought them a study. He had never been surrounded by so many living mortals before, especially ones not cowed by terror and obedient to his every whim. They were all so vibrant and so different and so interesting.
So, he experimented.
Within weeks, one of them insisted they were in love with him. He was pleased. He had watched the boy’s body, seen in his eyes and had laughed and made him love all the more deeply. It was really quite easy when one could be read like a book.
By and by, he tried more challenging creatures. Older. Wiser. Less inclined to such things. They all changed their minds sooner or later. There was no shame on kneeling before an elder man, as they seemed to believe. They thought that would give them the power. Truly, they had no brain, for if they thought they were in control, he knew all he needed to do was bite down. Hard.
He was lavished with gifts. Sometimes, it was simply that, an innocent token of affection. On other occasions, it was a payment for silence. There were occasionally threats, but he simply smiled and took all they had to give and left them wanted.
Of course, he let his guard down once.
With all the threats and promises, he often lost track of which one had threatened to harm him in terrible ways. If they did, he knew Vati would find them afterwards, but it did not excuse the fact that he was silly enough to sit down and drink with a young noble whom he had seduced only weeks before and had completely forgotten.
There had been several bottles of wine, and then there had been the bed and once he had been spent, leaving his companion swearing as he rolled off, onto his back, he recalled the name and the threat that had issued from those same lips. Next time, he decided, names would be recalled. It would save confusion and silliness and potential death.
It was fortunate, he mused muzzily as the pillow was pressed over his face, that the other youth was as drunk as he. Otherwise, he might have been rather smothered. All the same, breathing was becoming a chore and he tried to push the elder boy off. The silly fool had fallen asleep over the pillow.
Herbert would have sighed if he had had the room and breath to do so. Silly drunken pig.
His head was starting to ache, so he decided to try and liberate himself. Breathing would be a rather useful thing to do. With a squirm, he managed to shift silly fat… oh, what’s his name. He pushed. Pushed again. There was a thump as thingie fell onto the floor. Ha! Served the stupid fat pig right.
Pushing the pillow off his face, he closed his eyes and drew deep breaths and his head ache faded.
Maybe it was a little of the feeling he always felt around people, but something made him open his eyes, and he was very glad that he did so. A man was standing over him. A quite beautiful man with golden hair and blue eyes that made him stare in wonder. And behind him, broad wings spread, golden with splashes of scarlet, like blood stains.
Blue eyes widened in surprise and the man with wings stared at Herbert. He started to draw back, but Herbert reached out and touched a hand that seemed to be fading in opacity.
“Ángele Dei,” he whispered, struggling onto his knees on the narrow bed, determined not to let the beautiful thing escape. “Qui custos es mei.”
The golden-haired creature gazed at him, then knelt. Herbert almost fainted in delight. Oh, he must be very, very good to have an extraordinary creature on its knees like that already. He tugged on the creature’s hand encouragingly, beaming.
Then, the silly thing bent it’s head and kissed stupid fat whatshisname on the mouth!
“That isn’t fair!” he exclaimed sharply. “You’re not meant to kiss him! I wanted you to kiss me!”
Blue eyes rose to him, and he saw a flash of a brilliantly white smile. All right, maybe he wasn’t kissed, but he knew he would never forget the angel’s smile. It had to be an angel. Nothing else could look so beautiful.
The hand in his moved and squeezed his fingers gently. The angel’s other hand rose and he touched his fingertips to Herbert’s lips. Herbert blinked at him, as that beautiful face came nearer and a kiss touched the fingertips between their lips.
Then there was a rush of wind and wings and he was gone.
Herbert continued to kneel mutely on the bed for a moment then fell back with a heady giggle.
On the floor, his forgotten plaything slowly cooled, choked on his own vomit, his life stolen away by the angel’s kiss.