Look! 4B!
Is finally here! You'll probably kill me for ending it like that lol.
Title: Hunter
Pairing: Cris/Cesc, Ballack/Cesc, Sernando and the Davids
Rating: NC-17 overall, but PG-15 for now
Warnings: Supernatural creatures, violence, blood, sexxy vampires (I know this falls under supernatural creatures, but I figured they deserve a warning of their own) and Cesc’s dirty mouth.
Summary: Obviously AU. I hope it’s something refreshing in this comm. at least. Cesc is a hunter (think Winchester brothers) who has dedicated most of his young life to learning how to face down evil and kick its ugly butt, being taught that the creatures did nothing but destroy and deserved nothing but to go to Hell. Until he one day ends up- unwittingly- in the arms of a vampire, and finds that not only is there good creatures, but not all of them have ugly butts. That was a really long summary. Oops.
A/N: Well. This is it. The climax of this fic. I'm sorry for the terrible describing of fights. I tried my best! >_< I apologize if it's really bad. Just bear with me. I hope you like it. Though I'll probably be killed lololol. Here goes. Enjoy!
Cesc smiled as he watched Cris poke fun at darkly glaring Villa while Silva giggled. They were all sitting in the living room, Villa and Cris trading barbs practically the whole afternoon and evening until Cris went to cook dinner, before coming back as the soup simmered. Silva had brought along his PSP and had eagerly taken turns with Cesc to play. It was a good last few hours as a free human. He had taken to Silva very much, the both of them sharing many interests and trying to outdo each other in the game. He almost gave himself away when he leaning against Silva talking about Sergio and Nando. The little vampire had been curious to know who Cesc’s friends were and if they were open to making alliances with vampires like him, Villa and Cris.
Cesc had felt himself choke up then, but managed to pass it off as coughing and clearing his throat. The vampire had only looked suspicious for a second, before letting it go.
And now it was almost 9, they’d eaten their dinner and were just relaxing. At least, Cesc hoped they thought he was relaxing. He pretended to need to call Sergio again, saying the other hunter was just being a mother hen. He moved off to his room and took a deep breath before letting all his fear and sadness surface. He could feel his hands becoming colder and his heart started to pump faster. He gave it a minute, before stepping back out. He hoped to god he said the right thing.
Cris looked up and when Cesc came out of the room and instantly he knew something was wrong. Cesc was pale, his breaths short and sharp as if he was going to hyperventilate and his hands trembling. Cris had no problem hearing the fierce pounding of Cesc’s heart as the boy looked up at them with terrified eyes. Cris was on his feet and holding the boy gently before anyone else could react.
“Hey… What happened? What’s wrong?”
Cris waited patiently as Cesc looked up at him, the hunter’s hands gripping Cris’ shirt so tight his knuckles were bleached white.
“He has Nando and Sergio. Oh god he said he’s going to kill them.”
Cris swore as the boy’s voice cracked when he told them.
“Fuck I should have killed him when I had the chance. Did he say where they were?”
“I called home. He picked up.”
Cris snuggled Cesc against his chest, feeling the boy tremble. If they were quick they’d probably get there in time to stop Ballack. But that would mean leaving Cesc alone.
“Please Cris. I have to go back there! I can’t let him hurt them, they’re my best friends.” Cesc pleaded, as he squirmed convincingly away from the vampire.
“No. You’re not going there. We are. And I swear I’ll do everything in my power to save them, okay? I love you. And I know how much they mean to you. And it’s my fault for not killing the bastard when I had the chance. Stay here, don’t follow us. I promise we’ll be back with Sergio and Fernando.” Cris finished, pressing a soft kiss to Cesc’s forehead and trailing his thumb over Cesc’s bitten lower lip.
He stared imploringly into Cesc’s eyes and waited till the boy nodded. Cris felt his strength multiply by a million when Cesc tiptoed and kissed him lovingly.
“Be careful… I love you.”
Cris kissed him tenderly again in response, before pulling away. “Remember, stay here. Don’t you follow us.”
Cesc nodded, swallowing hard when all three vampires leapt over the balcony and out into the night. He grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, before leaving a note for Cris. He couldn’t stop the tears that came as he wrote. He didn’t have long, so he kept it simple. They would probably be storming back in another five to ten minutes, so Cesc left the note under Silva’s abandoned PSP and headed out the door.
Cris sighed heavily as they leapt up to their apartment balcony. He hated having to tell Cesc Ballack had taken his friends. They opted to tell him first before following the slimy vampires trail so the boy wouldn’t worry if they took longer than he would expect.
“Cesc? We need to talk.” Cris called out as he stood by the balcony doors. Villa crashed on the couch and Silva picked up his still on PSP. Cris frowned when there was no response and was about to walk into their room when Silva’s soft voice called him over. The mini vampire held out a piece of paper and Cris took it, his heart already telling him what was on it.
Cris,
I’m sorry I lied to you, but I had to do it, or you would have never let me go.
Nando and Sergio have loved me the way no one else in my life has. Not even you. I don’t mean that you don’t love me, I know you do, but they love me in a different way. They’re human Cris and I know your nature stops you from loving me as completely as you want to. And so I have to do this for them. It’s the least I could do to repay all that they’ve done for me.
And at least this way, you won’t have to figure out what to do to me. I know the decision you had to make Cris, and I don’t want you to feel guilty if you made the decision to turn me. I love you so much and I’m doing this for the both of us. I certainly don’t want to be bound to you and I know you don’t want me bound to you as a slave.
All I ask of you now is to move on Cris. Please. For me.
I love you.
Cris could only stare at the piece of paper as the implications of the words slowly sunk in. His vision could only see the vivid blue and purple of the black ink dissolved in random spots by droplets of tears. He couldn’t believe Cesc would do that! He couldn’t believe that anyone would so willingly die. But then this was Cesc. The boy had a pure heart, willing to do anything for the ones he loved, even if it was a trap, even if he knew it would come to nothing.
Silva’s gentle touch to his shoulder snapped him out of the panic and distress he had built up in the past few minutes. Cris turned to look at his little friend and felt the sharp prick of tears beginning.
“No. No no. It’s not too late.”
Cris and Silva both snapped their heads to look at the third vampire who was currently standing at the balcony doors and glaring angrily at Cris. The brooding vampire strode over to Cris and grabbed him by his shirt collar and yanked him close, within inches of Villa’s face.
“Don’t you dare give up just yet. You didn’t let me give up on Silva, so I’m not going to let you give up on Fabregas. You’re good for him, and he’s good for you. It’s not too late. We’ve been only gone at most ten? Fifteen minutes? And if he was really already taken, I bet you’d be feeling a lot worse right now. So don’t you fucking give up on the kid!”
Cris could only blink in shock at the vehemence in the smaller vampire’s tone. He would have never guessed Villa could feel so strongly about anything else other than Silva. But he was right. Cesc was probably still on his way to Ballack and they were a lot faster than any means of transport Cesc could take. Now they just had to sniff him down.
Cris pushed Villa off and straightened his shirt with a huff. But he looked up at the glowering vampire and managed a smirk. “Thanks Villa.”
“Yeah yeah! Let’s just get going.” Villa responded gruffly, tugging Silva to the balcony, not bothering to look back at Cris. They leapt off the rail and started to literally sniff their way around. Fuck the odd stares they would get.
Cesc pulled the motorbike to a stop in front of the dark warehouse. He felt bad for stealing the bike, but he needed to get to the warehouse fast and with the traffic motorbike-ing was the fastest way to travel. And he promised himself he would return the bike should he survive Ballack.
He had his Glock in hand and his dagger strapped to his calf under his jeans. A hunter never goes anywhere without a weapon, even if it is to certain death.
Cesc approached the front sliding doors and found them to be chained. But whoever bought the chain obviously wasn’t thinking properly because Cesc could still push the doors ajar, enough to slip in. The perks- he supposed- of being on the skinny side.
The warehouse was mostly filled with empty wooden crates, most of them broken or splintered or about to break, obviously old and worn. The crates filled up most of the floorspace, with only the middle of the warehouse showing the cold concrete flooring. And right at the back of the warehouse, directly across from the entrance where Cesc stood, were Nando and Sergio. Cesc forgot about safety and checking for traps. He ran straight down the clear centre of the room and to his best friends, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, hoping that they were alright.
Cesc skidded to a stop. Both his friends were strung up by their hands, forced to stay on their toes to keep the pressure off their shoulders and with heavy duty tape covering their mouths. They were both only in their jeans, their bared torsos clean and unmarred. They were both staring with panicked eyes and trying to talk from behind the tape. They were fine, as Ballack had promised.
Cesc grinned in relief. “If we weren’t in the situation we’re in right now, I’d actually be pretty turned on by the both of you all tied up like that.” Cesc teased, as he reached up and- as gently as he could- removed the tape covering their mouths. Fernando’s came off first and then Sergio’s and Cesc was immediately assaulted by their yells.
“Dios Cesc, I told you not to come!”
“Get out of here right now!”
Cesc had barely gotten the chance to say a thing to them before a hard blow across his right cheek sent him into a pile of broken crates to his left. He had barely registered the pain of the blow before he was overwhelmed by the myriad of cuts as he crashed into the broken wood. He had fallen on his front in the wood and howled when he shifted, trying to get up, and a particularly large splinter lodged above his collarbone dug deeper.
But Ballack seemed to not want to give Cesc any chance to recover. The freezing cold hand closed around the back of Cesc’s neck, lifted him clean out of the rubble and debris and flung him into the middle of the warehouse. Cesc squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip as he tumbled across the floor a few times until the world finally stopped spinning. He lay on the floor, as cold as Ballack’s hand, limp and trying hard to just catch his breath. His heart was pounding furiously and he could hardly hear Nando’s and Sergio’s yelling over the rushing of blood through his veins. It took him a few seconds to register what he was seeing. From where he lay he could see Nando and Sergio, and the place where he crashed into the boxes and Ballack, striding slowly towards him, his red eyes almost glowing. Or maybe the world was just coloured a little red, from the blood that was coming from the various cuts on him.
And then suddenly the cold hand was back, this time, around his throat, lifting him off the floor and straight up into the air. The sudden rise in altitude caused Cesc some serious vertigo and then there was the lack of air which made him panic and thrash violently in the vampire’s hold.
“Fight me Francesc! Fight me! I want to have fun, hunting you down before I kill you. And if you fight me properly, I promise I’ll let you cut your friends loose yourself.” the vampire snarled, glaring angrily at the hunter in his hold.
He was so caught in telling Cesc what to do he failed to notice Cesc reach down and pull out his dagger. And Cesc supposed Ballack would have never figured him to be quite so acrobatic.
Cesc held onto Ballack’s arm that was lifting him and pulled his entire body up, curling his legs in front of him. At the same time he brought the dagger down into the vampire’s arm, before putting the rest of his energy into pushing his legs forward. Cesc felt a surge of energy when he heard Ballack swear in pain and release his grip.
Cesc found himself on his back this time, gasping for breath. He twisted onto his front and started to pull himself away from the fallen vampire who was staring to sit up and pull the dagger out of his arm. Cesc looked around wildly for his Glock, and spotted it in front of Sergio and Nando. Cesc pulled himself slowly to his feet, stumbling towards the black metal gleaming in the moonlight from outside. He ignored the sting of the cuts from the wood and the sharp, stabbing ache from his back and ribs, injuries he must have gotten from being thrown around so much. But there was no time to stop and check. He stumbled and almost fell, making slow progress towards his gun.
The only warning he got that Ballack was up was a dark chuckle before he was pounced on and thrown to the floor again. Then he was on his back, with Ballack holding him down easily with one hand holding both his wrists above his head. Cesc growled and bucked fiercely, trying to dislodge the taller man, but to no avail.
“Not bad Francesc. I really didn’t expect that sort of agility from you. But this dagger, it’s the dagger that you used on me the first time we met, no? And I believe you have a scar that matches mine, from this dagger.” Ballack purred, his free hand holding the dagger and pulling his shirt open to expose a deep red scar right in the middle of his chest. And then the dagger was under Cesc’s top, cutting the fabric open.
“Ah. There we are.” Ballack smiled darkly at the still healing wound on Cesc’s chest. Cesc glanced down briefly at his chest. He had forgotten all about that cut. His skin around the slightly scabbed cut was reddened and warm and Cesc cringed and squirmed when Ballack traced his tongue over it.
“So good.”
Cesc almost screamed as the serrated edge of his dagger was dragged over the cut, reopening it messily. Ballack had cut deep and Cesc couldn’t stop the gasp and moan of pain as his blood came pouring out instantaneously. But the blood didn’t get far. A fraction of a second later Ballack had fixed himself to the wound and was eagerly lapping up the warm liquid.
Cesc squeezed his eyes shut again. This was going to be it. He was actually going to die. He tried to block out Fernando’s and Sergio’s screams along with Ballack’s almost ecstatic purr as he licked away the blood from Cesc’s chest. Cesc felt the vampire lean over him and whisper in his ear, “That’s right. It’s time my dear pet.”
Ballack relinquished his hold on Cesc’s wrists and shifted so that he was kneeling next to Cesc and leaning over him. The vampire lifted Cesc slightly, so his head lolled back, exposing his neck, before sinking his fangs deep into the pale flesh.
Cesc gasped and jerked sharply when he was bitten. It wasn’t the same as the first time he had been bitten. This time the canines seemed to embed themselves much deeper in his neck. And it hurt a lot worse than the first time.
“NO!” Fernando cried.
He could only watch as the vampire bit down. He could only watch as Cesc jerked once. He could only watch as his friend was being killed slowly and painfully. He could only listen to Cesc’s soft whimpers of pain and watch the boy’s body tremble weakly.
It was agony. Ballack was biting so hard and drinking so hard. It had been almost half a minute but it felt like eons had passed. Cesc had his eyes shut still and heard Nando’s and Sergio’s cries for Ballack to stop. And he remembered the promise Ballack made him.
Cesc reached up and started to blindly scratch at Ballack’s face. It took only a second before the vampire let go of Cesc.
“That’s right. I promised you could cut your friends free yourself. Go. Be fast about it. I’m still starving.” The vampire hissed as he placed Cesc’s dagger in his hand.
Cesc found himself suddenly being lifted to stand, causing the world to tilt scarily. He couldn’t help but cling on to Ballack as his world slowly righted itself. The vampire in the mean time licked hungrily at the blood dribbling from the bite marks.
“Be quick will you. I don’t want all your blood to go to waste.” Ballack growled, pushing Cesc over to his friends.
Cesc wavered a bit. He looked up sadly at Nando and was just about to reach up and cut the rope when there was the sound of snapping metal and light from outside flooded the warehouse as the doors were practically thrown open. Cesc turned and stumbled back against Nando. He felt his heart flutter violently at the sight of Cris, Silva and Villa striding into the warehouse.
“Lampard. Terry.” Ballack called and almost instantaneously, two men appeared from the murky corners of the warehouse and came to stand on either side of Ballack.
Cris felt the Thirst stir wildly inside him the moment he entered the room. The scent of Cesc’s bloody was thick in the air and once he quelled the Thirst, he felt himself burn in anger. Sure Cesc wasn’t dead yet- Cris watched as Cesc went back to working on getting his friends loose- but the bastard had already hurt Cesc. And that was enough to drive Cris mad. He launched himself straight at the main vampire, sure that Silva and Villa would take care of the other two.
Cesc gasped tiredly as he sawed away at the rope with his dagger. The world was fading in and out of focus, the sounds of Nando urging him on and the fighting in the background seemed muted. Finally the rope gave and Nando stumbled slightly to stand properly and Cesc stumbled over to Sergio. He looked up at the clearly worried brunet and smiled. Cris was here, so maybe things would be okay. Cesc found himself feeling ever so slightly stronger at the thought and attacked Sergio’s rope with newfound vigour. Which happened to be a mistake. Sure the rope got cut faster, but he was suddenly violently dizzy and weak.
Thankfully Sergio seemed to expect that and caught Cesc against his chest when he slumped forward.
“Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Fernando muttered as he started to pick Cesc up. But almost dropped Cesc when he flailed and fought.
“No! Help them stop him. If we run, it’ll never end. Just leave me here and help them. I’ll be okay.” Cesc pleaded, pressing his palm against the bite to stop the blood he could feel still dribbling.
Nando and Sergio looked at each other uncertainly. But Cesc was right. Nando lay Cesc down against the wall. “We’ll be fast.”
Cesc nodded and he must have blacked out briefly after that because when he opened his eyes, the other two extra vampires were gone and Cris was standing over a fallen Ballack. Cesc felt his heart soar. It was finally over and he wasn’t dead. He could be with Cris still. Cesc felt the smile tug at his lips until Cris crumpled to the ground. Silva and Villa, both sporting a range of injuries that were slowly healing immediately surrounded the fallen friend. Cesc found Nando nursing an injured Sergio, slightly further away from the vampires. They looked bloody and beaten, but alive.
But Cris wasn’t getting up.
Cesc pushed himself up and ran-stumbled over to them.
He dropped to his knees next to his lover.
Silva and Villa watched in horror as droplets of blood from the bite wound on Cesc’s neck splashed against Cris’s lips.
Cesc fell backwards at the bloody red of Cris’ eyes and the roar that told of raw hunger to kill that came from his lover’s throat.
Silva and Villa found themselves using every ounce of their energy left to hold Cris back from Cesc.
Cesc stared in shock. There was a hole in Cris’ abdomen and it looked as if his right arm was broken. And from his knowledge there were some wounds even vampires could die from, if they didn’t get Food soon enough. So the creature that was fighting Silva and Villa was Cris’ survival instinct, trying to get Food for Cris’ body to heal itself.
“Silva, Villa, let him. I don’t want him to die.” Cesc asked softly, so Nando and Sergio wouldn’t hear.
“Cesc, he’ll kill you. He won’t even stop to turn you. He’ll drink you to death.” Villa growled, looking incredulously at Cesc.
“I know.” Cesc responded quietly. “I can’t let him die. Please. I can’t. I love him and I want him to live. I’m prepared to do this.” He felt his breath catch at the sight of Cris lying broken on the ground, his body bleeding heavily.
The two vampires looked uneasily at each other, as Cris started to weaken even more, his thrashing weakening.
“Dios, please! I can’t see him like this!” Cesc sobbed softly. It hurt to see Cris so weak and vulnerable. The vampire had always been strong, protecting Cesc. And now it was painful to watch him slowly weaken. Cesc looked pleadingly at Villa and Silva, who both nodded slowly.
“Thank you. Please take care of him once he’s okay. Tell him I decided this for him. And don’t let Sergio and Nando stop him. Thank you David, David.” Cesc smiled softly.
Silva and Villa turned away as they released their hold on Cris. They heard Cesc’s gasp and moan, then his friends’ yells. Silva and Villa held fast to the two hunters, stopping them from interfering with the feeding. They held, until they heard Cris’ soft ‘no’s.
They let go and were immediately next to the vampire, who held a completely limp and lifeless Cesc close, sobbing thickly into Cesc’s neck.
And that's it. There's only the Epilogue left after this. >_< I personally still can't believe I killed Cesc.
Title: Hunter
Pairing: Cris/Cesc, Ballack/Cesc, Sernando and the Davids
Rating: NC-17 overall, but PG-15 for now
Warnings: Supernatural creatures, violence, blood, sexxy vampires (I know this falls under supernatural creatures, but I figured they deserve a warning of their own) and Cesc’s dirty mouth.
Summary: Obviously AU. I hope it’s something refreshing in this comm. at least. Cesc is a hunter (think Winchester brothers) who has dedicated most of his young life to learning how to face down evil and kick its ugly butt, being taught that the creatures did nothing but destroy and deserved nothing but to go to Hell. Until he one day ends up- unwittingly- in the arms of a vampire, and finds that not only is there good creatures, but not all of them have ugly butts. That was a really long summary. Oops.
A/N: Well. This is it. The climax of this fic. I'm sorry for the terrible describing of fights. I tried my best! >_< I apologize if it's really bad. Just bear with me. I hope you like it. Though I'll probably be killed lololol. Here goes. Enjoy!
Cesc smiled as he watched Cris poke fun at darkly glaring Villa while Silva giggled. They were all sitting in the living room, Villa and Cris trading barbs practically the whole afternoon and evening until Cris went to cook dinner, before coming back as the soup simmered. Silva had brought along his PSP and had eagerly taken turns with Cesc to play. It was a good last few hours as a free human. He had taken to Silva very much, the both of them sharing many interests and trying to outdo each other in the game. He almost gave himself away when he leaning against Silva talking about Sergio and Nando. The little vampire had been curious to know who Cesc’s friends were and if they were open to making alliances with vampires like him, Villa and Cris.
Cesc had felt himself choke up then, but managed to pass it off as coughing and clearing his throat. The vampire had only looked suspicious for a second, before letting it go.
And now it was almost 9, they’d eaten their dinner and were just relaxing. At least, Cesc hoped they thought he was relaxing. He pretended to need to call Sergio again, saying the other hunter was just being a mother hen. He moved off to his room and took a deep breath before letting all his fear and sadness surface. He could feel his hands becoming colder and his heart started to pump faster. He gave it a minute, before stepping back out. He hoped to god he said the right thing.
Cris looked up and when Cesc came out of the room and instantly he knew something was wrong. Cesc was pale, his breaths short and sharp as if he was going to hyperventilate and his hands trembling. Cris had no problem hearing the fierce pounding of Cesc’s heart as the boy looked up at them with terrified eyes. Cris was on his feet and holding the boy gently before anyone else could react.
“Hey… What happened? What’s wrong?”
Cris waited patiently as Cesc looked up at him, the hunter’s hands gripping Cris’ shirt so tight his knuckles were bleached white.
“He has Nando and Sergio. Oh god he said he’s going to kill them.”
Cris swore as the boy’s voice cracked when he told them.
“Fuck I should have killed him when I had the chance. Did he say where they were?”
“I called home. He picked up.”
Cris snuggled Cesc against his chest, feeling the boy tremble. If they were quick they’d probably get there in time to stop Ballack. But that would mean leaving Cesc alone.
“Please Cris. I have to go back there! I can’t let him hurt them, they’re my best friends.” Cesc pleaded, as he squirmed convincingly away from the vampire.
“No. You’re not going there. We are. And I swear I’ll do everything in my power to save them, okay? I love you. And I know how much they mean to you. And it’s my fault for not killing the bastard when I had the chance. Stay here, don’t follow us. I promise we’ll be back with Sergio and Fernando.” Cris finished, pressing a soft kiss to Cesc’s forehead and trailing his thumb over Cesc’s bitten lower lip.
He stared imploringly into Cesc’s eyes and waited till the boy nodded. Cris felt his strength multiply by a million when Cesc tiptoed and kissed him lovingly.
“Be careful… I love you.”
Cris kissed him tenderly again in response, before pulling away. “Remember, stay here. Don’t you follow us.”
Cesc nodded, swallowing hard when all three vampires leapt over the balcony and out into the night. He grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, before leaving a note for Cris. He couldn’t stop the tears that came as he wrote. He didn’t have long, so he kept it simple. They would probably be storming back in another five to ten minutes, so Cesc left the note under Silva’s abandoned PSP and headed out the door.
Cris sighed heavily as they leapt up to their apartment balcony. He hated having to tell Cesc Ballack had taken his friends. They opted to tell him first before following the slimy vampires trail so the boy wouldn’t worry if they took longer than he would expect.
“Cesc? We need to talk.” Cris called out as he stood by the balcony doors. Villa crashed on the couch and Silva picked up his still on PSP. Cris frowned when there was no response and was about to walk into their room when Silva’s soft voice called him over. The mini vampire held out a piece of paper and Cris took it, his heart already telling him what was on it.
Cris,
I’m sorry I lied to you, but I had to do it, or you would have never let me go.
Nando and Sergio have loved me the way no one else in my life has. Not even you. I don’t mean that you don’t love me, I know you do, but they love me in a different way. They’re human Cris and I know your nature stops you from loving me as completely as you want to. And so I have to do this for them. It’s the least I could do to repay all that they’ve done for me.
And at least this way, you won’t have to figure out what to do to me. I know the decision you had to make Cris, and I don’t want you to feel guilty if you made the decision to turn me. I love you so much and I’m doing this for the both of us. I certainly don’t want to be bound to you and I know you don’t want me bound to you as a slave.
All I ask of you now is to move on Cris. Please. For me.
I love you.
Cris could only stare at the piece of paper as the implications of the words slowly sunk in. His vision could only see the vivid blue and purple of the black ink dissolved in random spots by droplets of tears. He couldn’t believe Cesc would do that! He couldn’t believe that anyone would so willingly die. But then this was Cesc. The boy had a pure heart, willing to do anything for the ones he loved, even if it was a trap, even if he knew it would come to nothing.
Silva’s gentle touch to his shoulder snapped him out of the panic and distress he had built up in the past few minutes. Cris turned to look at his little friend and felt the sharp prick of tears beginning.
“No. No no. It’s not too late.”
Cris and Silva both snapped their heads to look at the third vampire who was currently standing at the balcony doors and glaring angrily at Cris. The brooding vampire strode over to Cris and grabbed him by his shirt collar and yanked him close, within inches of Villa’s face.
“Don’t you dare give up just yet. You didn’t let me give up on Silva, so I’m not going to let you give up on Fabregas. You’re good for him, and he’s good for you. It’s not too late. We’ve been only gone at most ten? Fifteen minutes? And if he was really already taken, I bet you’d be feeling a lot worse right now. So don’t you fucking give up on the kid!”
Cris could only blink in shock at the vehemence in the smaller vampire’s tone. He would have never guessed Villa could feel so strongly about anything else other than Silva. But he was right. Cesc was probably still on his way to Ballack and they were a lot faster than any means of transport Cesc could take. Now they just had to sniff him down.
Cris pushed Villa off and straightened his shirt with a huff. But he looked up at the glowering vampire and managed a smirk. “Thanks Villa.”
“Yeah yeah! Let’s just get going.” Villa responded gruffly, tugging Silva to the balcony, not bothering to look back at Cris. They leapt off the rail and started to literally sniff their way around. Fuck the odd stares they would get.
Cesc pulled the motorbike to a stop in front of the dark warehouse. He felt bad for stealing the bike, but he needed to get to the warehouse fast and with the traffic motorbike-ing was the fastest way to travel. And he promised himself he would return the bike should he survive Ballack.
He had his Glock in hand and his dagger strapped to his calf under his jeans. A hunter never goes anywhere without a weapon, even if it is to certain death.
Cesc approached the front sliding doors and found them to be chained. But whoever bought the chain obviously wasn’t thinking properly because Cesc could still push the doors ajar, enough to slip in. The perks- he supposed- of being on the skinny side.
The warehouse was mostly filled with empty wooden crates, most of them broken or splintered or about to break, obviously old and worn. The crates filled up most of the floorspace, with only the middle of the warehouse showing the cold concrete flooring. And right at the back of the warehouse, directly across from the entrance where Cesc stood, were Nando and Sergio. Cesc forgot about safety and checking for traps. He ran straight down the clear centre of the room and to his best friends, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, hoping that they were alright.
Cesc skidded to a stop. Both his friends were strung up by their hands, forced to stay on their toes to keep the pressure off their shoulders and with heavy duty tape covering their mouths. They were both only in their jeans, their bared torsos clean and unmarred. They were both staring with panicked eyes and trying to talk from behind the tape. They were fine, as Ballack had promised.
Cesc grinned in relief. “If we weren’t in the situation we’re in right now, I’d actually be pretty turned on by the both of you all tied up like that.” Cesc teased, as he reached up and- as gently as he could- removed the tape covering their mouths. Fernando’s came off first and then Sergio’s and Cesc was immediately assaulted by their yells.
“Dios Cesc, I told you not to come!”
“Get out of here right now!”
Cesc had barely gotten the chance to say a thing to them before a hard blow across his right cheek sent him into a pile of broken crates to his left. He had barely registered the pain of the blow before he was overwhelmed by the myriad of cuts as he crashed into the broken wood. He had fallen on his front in the wood and howled when he shifted, trying to get up, and a particularly large splinter lodged above his collarbone dug deeper.
But Ballack seemed to not want to give Cesc any chance to recover. The freezing cold hand closed around the back of Cesc’s neck, lifted him clean out of the rubble and debris and flung him into the middle of the warehouse. Cesc squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip as he tumbled across the floor a few times until the world finally stopped spinning. He lay on the floor, as cold as Ballack’s hand, limp and trying hard to just catch his breath. His heart was pounding furiously and he could hardly hear Nando’s and Sergio’s yelling over the rushing of blood through his veins. It took him a few seconds to register what he was seeing. From where he lay he could see Nando and Sergio, and the place where he crashed into the boxes and Ballack, striding slowly towards him, his red eyes almost glowing. Or maybe the world was just coloured a little red, from the blood that was coming from the various cuts on him.
And then suddenly the cold hand was back, this time, around his throat, lifting him off the floor and straight up into the air. The sudden rise in altitude caused Cesc some serious vertigo and then there was the lack of air which made him panic and thrash violently in the vampire’s hold.
“Fight me Francesc! Fight me! I want to have fun, hunting you down before I kill you. And if you fight me properly, I promise I’ll let you cut your friends loose yourself.” the vampire snarled, glaring angrily at the hunter in his hold.
He was so caught in telling Cesc what to do he failed to notice Cesc reach down and pull out his dagger. And Cesc supposed Ballack would have never figured him to be quite so acrobatic.
Cesc held onto Ballack’s arm that was lifting him and pulled his entire body up, curling his legs in front of him. At the same time he brought the dagger down into the vampire’s arm, before putting the rest of his energy into pushing his legs forward. Cesc felt a surge of energy when he heard Ballack swear in pain and release his grip.
Cesc found himself on his back this time, gasping for breath. He twisted onto his front and started to pull himself away from the fallen vampire who was staring to sit up and pull the dagger out of his arm. Cesc looked around wildly for his Glock, and spotted it in front of Sergio and Nando. Cesc pulled himself slowly to his feet, stumbling towards the black metal gleaming in the moonlight from outside. He ignored the sting of the cuts from the wood and the sharp, stabbing ache from his back and ribs, injuries he must have gotten from being thrown around so much. But there was no time to stop and check. He stumbled and almost fell, making slow progress towards his gun.
The only warning he got that Ballack was up was a dark chuckle before he was pounced on and thrown to the floor again. Then he was on his back, with Ballack holding him down easily with one hand holding both his wrists above his head. Cesc growled and bucked fiercely, trying to dislodge the taller man, but to no avail.
“Not bad Francesc. I really didn’t expect that sort of agility from you. But this dagger, it’s the dagger that you used on me the first time we met, no? And I believe you have a scar that matches mine, from this dagger.” Ballack purred, his free hand holding the dagger and pulling his shirt open to expose a deep red scar right in the middle of his chest. And then the dagger was under Cesc’s top, cutting the fabric open.
“Ah. There we are.” Ballack smiled darkly at the still healing wound on Cesc’s chest. Cesc glanced down briefly at his chest. He had forgotten all about that cut. His skin around the slightly scabbed cut was reddened and warm and Cesc cringed and squirmed when Ballack traced his tongue over it.
“So good.”
Cesc almost screamed as the serrated edge of his dagger was dragged over the cut, reopening it messily. Ballack had cut deep and Cesc couldn’t stop the gasp and moan of pain as his blood came pouring out instantaneously. But the blood didn’t get far. A fraction of a second later Ballack had fixed himself to the wound and was eagerly lapping up the warm liquid.
Cesc squeezed his eyes shut again. This was going to be it. He was actually going to die. He tried to block out Fernando’s and Sergio’s screams along with Ballack’s almost ecstatic purr as he licked away the blood from Cesc’s chest. Cesc felt the vampire lean over him and whisper in his ear, “That’s right. It’s time my dear pet.”
Ballack relinquished his hold on Cesc’s wrists and shifted so that he was kneeling next to Cesc and leaning over him. The vampire lifted Cesc slightly, so his head lolled back, exposing his neck, before sinking his fangs deep into the pale flesh.
Cesc gasped and jerked sharply when he was bitten. It wasn’t the same as the first time he had been bitten. This time the canines seemed to embed themselves much deeper in his neck. And it hurt a lot worse than the first time.
“NO!” Fernando cried.
He could only watch as the vampire bit down. He could only watch as Cesc jerked once. He could only watch as his friend was being killed slowly and painfully. He could only listen to Cesc’s soft whimpers of pain and watch the boy’s body tremble weakly.
It was agony. Ballack was biting so hard and drinking so hard. It had been almost half a minute but it felt like eons had passed. Cesc had his eyes shut still and heard Nando’s and Sergio’s cries for Ballack to stop. And he remembered the promise Ballack made him.
Cesc reached up and started to blindly scratch at Ballack’s face. It took only a second before the vampire let go of Cesc.
“That’s right. I promised you could cut your friends free yourself. Go. Be fast about it. I’m still starving.” The vampire hissed as he placed Cesc’s dagger in his hand.
Cesc found himself suddenly being lifted to stand, causing the world to tilt scarily. He couldn’t help but cling on to Ballack as his world slowly righted itself. The vampire in the mean time licked hungrily at the blood dribbling from the bite marks.
“Be quick will you. I don’t want all your blood to go to waste.” Ballack growled, pushing Cesc over to his friends.
Cesc wavered a bit. He looked up sadly at Nando and was just about to reach up and cut the rope when there was the sound of snapping metal and light from outside flooded the warehouse as the doors were practically thrown open. Cesc turned and stumbled back against Nando. He felt his heart flutter violently at the sight of Cris, Silva and Villa striding into the warehouse.
“Lampard. Terry.” Ballack called and almost instantaneously, two men appeared from the murky corners of the warehouse and came to stand on either side of Ballack.
Cris felt the Thirst stir wildly inside him the moment he entered the room. The scent of Cesc’s bloody was thick in the air and once he quelled the Thirst, he felt himself burn in anger. Sure Cesc wasn’t dead yet- Cris watched as Cesc went back to working on getting his friends loose- but the bastard had already hurt Cesc. And that was enough to drive Cris mad. He launched himself straight at the main vampire, sure that Silva and Villa would take care of the other two.
Cesc gasped tiredly as he sawed away at the rope with his dagger. The world was fading in and out of focus, the sounds of Nando urging him on and the fighting in the background seemed muted. Finally the rope gave and Nando stumbled slightly to stand properly and Cesc stumbled over to Sergio. He looked up at the clearly worried brunet and smiled. Cris was here, so maybe things would be okay. Cesc found himself feeling ever so slightly stronger at the thought and attacked Sergio’s rope with newfound vigour. Which happened to be a mistake. Sure the rope got cut faster, but he was suddenly violently dizzy and weak.
Thankfully Sergio seemed to expect that and caught Cesc against his chest when he slumped forward.
“Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Fernando muttered as he started to pick Cesc up. But almost dropped Cesc when he flailed and fought.
“No! Help them stop him. If we run, it’ll never end. Just leave me here and help them. I’ll be okay.” Cesc pleaded, pressing his palm against the bite to stop the blood he could feel still dribbling.
Nando and Sergio looked at each other uncertainly. But Cesc was right. Nando lay Cesc down against the wall. “We’ll be fast.”
Cesc nodded and he must have blacked out briefly after that because when he opened his eyes, the other two extra vampires were gone and Cris was standing over a fallen Ballack. Cesc felt his heart soar. It was finally over and he wasn’t dead. He could be with Cris still. Cesc felt the smile tug at his lips until Cris crumpled to the ground. Silva and Villa, both sporting a range of injuries that were slowly healing immediately surrounded the fallen friend. Cesc found Nando nursing an injured Sergio, slightly further away from the vampires. They looked bloody and beaten, but alive.
But Cris wasn’t getting up.
Cesc pushed himself up and ran-stumbled over to them.
He dropped to his knees next to his lover.
Silva and Villa watched in horror as droplets of blood from the bite wound on Cesc’s neck splashed against Cris’s lips.
Cesc fell backwards at the bloody red of Cris’ eyes and the roar that told of raw hunger to kill that came from his lover’s throat.
Silva and Villa found themselves using every ounce of their energy left to hold Cris back from Cesc.
Cesc stared in shock. There was a hole in Cris’ abdomen and it looked as if his right arm was broken. And from his knowledge there were some wounds even vampires could die from, if they didn’t get Food soon enough. So the creature that was fighting Silva and Villa was Cris’ survival instinct, trying to get Food for Cris’ body to heal itself.
“Silva, Villa, let him. I don’t want him to die.” Cesc asked softly, so Nando and Sergio wouldn’t hear.
“Cesc, he’ll kill you. He won’t even stop to turn you. He’ll drink you to death.” Villa growled, looking incredulously at Cesc.
“I know.” Cesc responded quietly. “I can’t let him die. Please. I can’t. I love him and I want him to live. I’m prepared to do this.” He felt his breath catch at the sight of Cris lying broken on the ground, his body bleeding heavily.
The two vampires looked uneasily at each other, as Cris started to weaken even more, his thrashing weakening.
“Dios, please! I can’t see him like this!” Cesc sobbed softly. It hurt to see Cris so weak and vulnerable. The vampire had always been strong, protecting Cesc. And now it was painful to watch him slowly weaken. Cesc looked pleadingly at Villa and Silva, who both nodded slowly.
“Thank you. Please take care of him once he’s okay. Tell him I decided this for him. And don’t let Sergio and Nando stop him. Thank you David, David.” Cesc smiled softly.
Silva and Villa turned away as they released their hold on Cris. They heard Cesc’s gasp and moan, then his friends’ yells. Silva and Villa held fast to the two hunters, stopping them from interfering with the feeding. They held, until they heard Cris’ soft ‘no’s.
They let go and were immediately next to the vampire, who held a completely limp and lifeless Cesc close, sobbing thickly into Cesc’s neck.
And that's it. There's only the Epilogue left after this. >_< I personally still can't believe I killed Cesc.