For One Moment of Love Prologue
Title: For One Moment of Love
Authors: JeyHawk (jeyhawk) & Moraya (mesnica)
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warnings: AU, Angels, Vampires
Beta: tularia and namarie120, special thanks to bwitched83uk for helping with Briticisms
Disclaimer: We are known liars in this community, yet we have the indecency to deliver a brand new set of lies, hoping that we will somehow convince you that Viggo and Orlando are a couple in an alternative universe. *shakes head* Would you believe the nerve of some people?
Summary: When an Angel and a Vampire meet worlds clash and everything that once seemed true and right will be questioned.
PROLOGUE
When we look at humanity, we see a flowing stream of people, everyone individual, yet all the same. They are the same as the people centuries ago, yet they are different. The human world changes, continuously creating new cities, countries, societies, religions, and morals. The humans change with their world. They live in the here and now, most never even looking back at time to see what they could learn from history.
Angels are different. For Angels time is insignificant. They exist in a never-changing world of rules and traditions. Their days and nights are always the same, no matter what happens around them. They are like the sun and the moon, always constant in their ways, never standing still, but never altering either.
The Angels' sanctuary in London has been at the same place for as long as can be remembered, even by those who inhabit it. The outside of the building has changed of course, adapting to the human world that surrounds it. Angels don't want to attract attention to themselves. But it has always been there, as unchanged on the inside as the Angels it sheltered.
And then there are Vampires. Those that live in the shadows, except that's not true at all. Their nature may force them to live more at night than during the day, but that doesn't mean that they hide. The Vampires mingle in the human world even more than the Angels do. They own houses or flats, they have jobs, they end up sitting next to you in the street café drinking a cup of tea or eating a sandwich.
Vampires aren't those creatures books and movies make them out to be, but how should you know that when you don't even believe that they exist? Angels could know, should know, but they don't. They have watched as the first Vampire wandered on earth, but even though they are the most immortal beings Angels don't remember that time anymore. When you live as long as Angels have you have to let go of your own memories to make place for new ones. Perhaps a glimpse of times long forgotten will come to their mind at times, but they shake it of, knowing that some memories are just lost forever and it's no use trying to get them back. But maybe it would have been better if someone had remembered.
~*~
Orlando sprinted down the stairs, he could make it, the tube hadn't yet left. He'd just made it to the bottom of the stairs when the train set into motion, gathered speed and soon only the lights disappearing in the darkness of the tunnel could be seen.
"Bugger," he swore softly to himself. He had been running late already, but now he'd never make it in time for his dinner date with David and Miranda.
Orlando had just resigned himself to wait for the next tube that would come in fifteen minutes when he suddenly knew he had to get out of the underground immediately. He was glad for the Londoner's insisting in keeping everything ordered as he raced upwards on the right side of the moving stairs. He dashed through the crowed at the upper part of the station, dodging people left and right, careful to not run into someone.
When he was standing on the pavement in front of the tube exit he stopped, gathered his breath and tried to listen to his body. He needed to be somewhere, just where?
Turning right he took up running again, dodging more people as he ran along the crowded pavement, crossed streets, turned left and then right. Shop windows, parked cars and strolling humans became a blur.
Faster, faster, left, left, right, run, run, don't be too late. Can't be too late.
~*~
The street lay in shadows that were only sporadically broken by the glow from some windows above, but the young man who made his way through it didn't care about the darkness. There was no need for him.
He sidestepped some refuse bags in front of a now closed pub and grimaced as he passed a drunk that reeked of cheap alcohol and vomit.
Reaching the entrance to the small park he stopped and waited, fiddling in his pockets for the packet of cigarettes and his lighter.
"Need a light?" A small flame lit up next to him and Elijah spun around.
~*~
Viggo was sitting in the backroom of Back in Time, shifting through papers upon papers of bills, quittances and inquiries. He really should look into hiring someone to do the paperwork for him. Sighing, he reached for the phone to call one of his customers, when he heard the backdoor of the shop open and close. A muffled curse was heard shortly after; surely his visitor had just tripped over one of the boxes he'd put in the dark corridor earlier. Leaving the paperwork for another time, whenever that would be, Viggo got up and opened the door to the hall.
"How many times have I told you that storing stuff back here is dangerous?" Liv asked when the light of the office lit up the corridor.
"Haven't counted. What brings you here Liv? Trying to get me out of my solitude?" Viggo smiled.
The woman snorted. "I think I learned my lesson the last time."
Remembering Liv's last attempt at getting him to 'get a life' as she had called it, he grinned. "Come in already. There's some coffee that's still hot if you want some."
"Wonderful. It's fucking freezing out there." Liv carefully climbed over the boxes and made her way into the backroom.
Viggo pushed some magazines and papers from the small sofa to make some sitting space and went to fetch two mugs for the coffee.
"Not that I don't like you visiting, but why are you here?" Vig said while pouring the hot liquid into two well-used mugs.
"I wanted to invite you to my house-warming party. Friday at 9pm," Liv answered. "And it will be just the usual bunch, so don't you dare not to turn up."
"Okay, okay." Viggo raised his hands in mock surrender. "I'll be there."
~*~
Sean had been coming to The Cock for a very long time; there were people there that thought he was his own grand son. He knew it was risky coming back to the same pub again and again but over the years he'd become a pretty adept liar when it came to certain things. He'd created a false life for himself in three generations deftly altering his looks enough to make it seem like he aged normally. Not that he thought anyone would have really noticed if he kept walking in every now and then looking exactly the same for eighty years. They would just tell themselves he aged gracefully; humans had a certain way of not seeing what they didn't believe in.
At the moment he was deeply caught up in the game on the telly, beer on the table and a smoke in his hand. He guessed smoking and drinking was WRONG the same way as sex was, but he'd found that he didn't really care. The humans were God's fondest creation and they smoked, drank and fucked their tiny little brains out every day of the week. Besides it wasn't as if it did his body any damage, him being immortal and all.
A great roar went through the crowd as the Blades scored their first goal of the season. Sean jumped to his feet with the rest of them, screaming at the top of his lungs.
'Whoooomp'
Sean quickly sat down again giving the guy at the next table whose beer had just fallen to the floor an apologetic look. The guy just stared at him and Sean cringed inwardly.
"I'll buy you a new beer," he said trying to make amends.
"Why should you? You weren't anywhere near the table," the guy answered sounding almost panicked.
Sean tried a smile but it didn't seem to work. With a sigh he got up and left the pub without looking back. He better be more careful or humans would catch on eventually; he'd just flashed his wings to a bar full of people. They wouldn't remember come morning, but some of them might find that they didn't feel like going out drinking anymore and even others might visit a church for the first time in decades. He took a deep breath of air and let it out slowly. He would have to read about the game in the papers tomorrow as he'd done the last time, and the time before that.
~*~
In the light of flickering candles Ian opened his secret cabinet and retrieved a box that had been locked for many years. He carefully looked the box over, checking all the seals, before taking the key that always hung close to his heart and opening it.
Inside, neatly wrapped in velvet, was an aged parchment with scribblings in dark red ink. A few sentences written in a code he'd spent decades deciphering. He didn't take it out though, but reached for the other more ordinary looking paper in the box: his own translation. Pursing his lips he read it through before folding it and putting it back in the box.
It was happening; he was sure of that now.
~*~
MD Bernard Hill had been about to close his practise for the day when a certain brown-eyed gentleman showed up at his doorstep looking like death warmed over with a huge gash running down his forearm. Had it been anyone else Bernard would have sent them to the ER but this one he let in, showing him into the examination room. Neither of them spoke, the young man pulled his sleeve up and they both looked as the gash closed of its own volition.
"Now why did you want to see me?" Bernard asked.
~*~
There is a world outside that you don't know, no matter whether you are a human, an Angel or a Vampire. Everyone is confined within the borders of one's knowledge. Some borders may be more porous than others, but they're still there.
Worlds clash, but they don't merge, and soon you will have forgotten the glimpse you had into something you didn't know. That's the way it is.
But some things change, and maybe some borders weren't meant to be.
Authors: JeyHawk (jeyhawk) & Moraya (mesnica)
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warnings: AU, Angels, Vampires
Beta: tularia and namarie120, special thanks to bwitched83uk for helping with Briticisms
Disclaimer: We are known liars in this community, yet we have the indecency to deliver a brand new set of lies, hoping that we will somehow convince you that Viggo and Orlando are a couple in an alternative universe. *shakes head* Would you believe the nerve of some people?
Summary: When an Angel and a Vampire meet worlds clash and everything that once seemed true and right will be questioned.
PROLOGUE
When we look at humanity, we see a flowing stream of people, everyone individual, yet all the same. They are the same as the people centuries ago, yet they are different. The human world changes, continuously creating new cities, countries, societies, religions, and morals. The humans change with their world. They live in the here and now, most never even looking back at time to see what they could learn from history.
Angels are different. For Angels time is insignificant. They exist in a never-changing world of rules and traditions. Their days and nights are always the same, no matter what happens around them. They are like the sun and the moon, always constant in their ways, never standing still, but never altering either.
The Angels' sanctuary in London has been at the same place for as long as can be remembered, even by those who inhabit it. The outside of the building has changed of course, adapting to the human world that surrounds it. Angels don't want to attract attention to themselves. But it has always been there, as unchanged on the inside as the Angels it sheltered.
And then there are Vampires. Those that live in the shadows, except that's not true at all. Their nature may force them to live more at night than during the day, but that doesn't mean that they hide. The Vampires mingle in the human world even more than the Angels do. They own houses or flats, they have jobs, they end up sitting next to you in the street café drinking a cup of tea or eating a sandwich.
Vampires aren't those creatures books and movies make them out to be, but how should you know that when you don't even believe that they exist? Angels could know, should know, but they don't. They have watched as the first Vampire wandered on earth, but even though they are the most immortal beings Angels don't remember that time anymore. When you live as long as Angels have you have to let go of your own memories to make place for new ones. Perhaps a glimpse of times long forgotten will come to their mind at times, but they shake it of, knowing that some memories are just lost forever and it's no use trying to get them back. But maybe it would have been better if someone had remembered.
~*~
Orlando sprinted down the stairs, he could make it, the tube hadn't yet left. He'd just made it to the bottom of the stairs when the train set into motion, gathered speed and soon only the lights disappearing in the darkness of the tunnel could be seen.
"Bugger," he swore softly to himself. He had been running late already, but now he'd never make it in time for his dinner date with David and Miranda.
Orlando had just resigned himself to wait for the next tube that would come in fifteen minutes when he suddenly knew he had to get out of the underground immediately. He was glad for the Londoner's insisting in keeping everything ordered as he raced upwards on the right side of the moving stairs. He dashed through the crowed at the upper part of the station, dodging people left and right, careful to not run into someone.
When he was standing on the pavement in front of the tube exit he stopped, gathered his breath and tried to listen to his body. He needed to be somewhere, just where?
Turning right he took up running again, dodging more people as he ran along the crowded pavement, crossed streets, turned left and then right. Shop windows, parked cars and strolling humans became a blur.
Faster, faster, left, left, right, run, run, don't be too late. Can't be too late.
~*~
The street lay in shadows that were only sporadically broken by the glow from some windows above, but the young man who made his way through it didn't care about the darkness. There was no need for him.
He sidestepped some refuse bags in front of a now closed pub and grimaced as he passed a drunk that reeked of cheap alcohol and vomit.
Reaching the entrance to the small park he stopped and waited, fiddling in his pockets for the packet of cigarettes and his lighter.
"Need a light?" A small flame lit up next to him and Elijah spun around.
~*~
Viggo was sitting in the backroom of Back in Time, shifting through papers upon papers of bills, quittances and inquiries. He really should look into hiring someone to do the paperwork for him. Sighing, he reached for the phone to call one of his customers, when he heard the backdoor of the shop open and close. A muffled curse was heard shortly after; surely his visitor had just tripped over one of the boxes he'd put in the dark corridor earlier. Leaving the paperwork for another time, whenever that would be, Viggo got up and opened the door to the hall.
"How many times have I told you that storing stuff back here is dangerous?" Liv asked when the light of the office lit up the corridor.
"Haven't counted. What brings you here Liv? Trying to get me out of my solitude?" Viggo smiled.
The woman snorted. "I think I learned my lesson the last time."
Remembering Liv's last attempt at getting him to 'get a life' as she had called it, he grinned. "Come in already. There's some coffee that's still hot if you want some."
"Wonderful. It's fucking freezing out there." Liv carefully climbed over the boxes and made her way into the backroom.
Viggo pushed some magazines and papers from the small sofa to make some sitting space and went to fetch two mugs for the coffee.
"Not that I don't like you visiting, but why are you here?" Vig said while pouring the hot liquid into two well-used mugs.
"I wanted to invite you to my house-warming party. Friday at 9pm," Liv answered. "And it will be just the usual bunch, so don't you dare not to turn up."
"Okay, okay." Viggo raised his hands in mock surrender. "I'll be there."
~*~
Sean had been coming to The Cock for a very long time; there were people there that thought he was his own grand son. He knew it was risky coming back to the same pub again and again but over the years he'd become a pretty adept liar when it came to certain things. He'd created a false life for himself in three generations deftly altering his looks enough to make it seem like he aged normally. Not that he thought anyone would have really noticed if he kept walking in every now and then looking exactly the same for eighty years. They would just tell themselves he aged gracefully; humans had a certain way of not seeing what they didn't believe in.
At the moment he was deeply caught up in the game on the telly, beer on the table and a smoke in his hand. He guessed smoking and drinking was WRONG the same way as sex was, but he'd found that he didn't really care. The humans were God's fondest creation and they smoked, drank and fucked their tiny little brains out every day of the week. Besides it wasn't as if it did his body any damage, him being immortal and all.
A great roar went through the crowd as the Blades scored their first goal of the season. Sean jumped to his feet with the rest of them, screaming at the top of his lungs.
'Whoooomp'
Sean quickly sat down again giving the guy at the next table whose beer had just fallen to the floor an apologetic look. The guy just stared at him and Sean cringed inwardly.
"I'll buy you a new beer," he said trying to make amends.
"Why should you? You weren't anywhere near the table," the guy answered sounding almost panicked.
Sean tried a smile but it didn't seem to work. With a sigh he got up and left the pub without looking back. He better be more careful or humans would catch on eventually; he'd just flashed his wings to a bar full of people. They wouldn't remember come morning, but some of them might find that they didn't feel like going out drinking anymore and even others might visit a church for the first time in decades. He took a deep breath of air and let it out slowly. He would have to read about the game in the papers tomorrow as he'd done the last time, and the time before that.
~*~
In the light of flickering candles Ian opened his secret cabinet and retrieved a box that had been locked for many years. He carefully looked the box over, checking all the seals, before taking the key that always hung close to his heart and opening it.
Inside, neatly wrapped in velvet, was an aged parchment with scribblings in dark red ink. A few sentences written in a code he'd spent decades deciphering. He didn't take it out though, but reached for the other more ordinary looking paper in the box: his own translation. Pursing his lips he read it through before folding it and putting it back in the box.
It was happening; he was sure of that now.
~*~
MD Bernard Hill had been about to close his practise for the day when a certain brown-eyed gentleman showed up at his doorstep looking like death warmed over with a huge gash running down his forearm. Had it been anyone else Bernard would have sent them to the ER but this one he let in, showing him into the examination room. Neither of them spoke, the young man pulled his sleeve up and they both looked as the gash closed of its own volition.
"Now why did you want to see me?" Bernard asked.
~*~
There is a world outside that you don't know, no matter whether you are a human, an Angel or a Vampire. Everyone is confined within the borders of one's knowledge. Some borders may be more porous than others, but they're still there.
Worlds clash, but they don't merge, and soon you will have forgotten the glimpse you had into something you didn't know. That's the way it is.
But some things change, and maybe some borders weren't meant to be.