More Fang Boys fun
Title: An Unfamiliar Feeling of Guilt 2/2
Author: Pamala
Characters: The gangs all here
Category: SLASH
Rating: PG -13
Spoilers: Its a whole PB fang'd saga...you really need follow the whole
series, right here:Home of the HOT PB fang boys!
Disclaimer: I know they're not mine. I'm old and tired so, PTB,
please don't slap me around for playing with your toys.
Summary: Lincoln, Michael and Alex, Caroline, Kellerman... ALL OF THEM NOW are
vampires.... YES, vampires!
Authors notes:
Part one:
An Unfamiliar Feeling of Guilt 1/2
Part two:
His grip on me like death itself allows me, lifted upward in uncontrolled rage that has my toes losing sight of the floor below, a glimpse of his used and all but lost Childe lying nearly lifeless -- eyes blank, empty ... staring into nothingness -- on the bed behind this man that will soon end what is left of me for all the things that I have done.
Guilt whispering the need to surrender from the far corners of my thoroughly poisoned by the darkness that is Caroline Reynolds brain I close my eyes and wait for the end.
" Put him down, Lincoln! "
The voice is soft, distant, gentle in cadence yet firm and undeniable in its certainty.
" Down, Linc! "
It's him!
The part of me, a part of my brain eager to lay eyes on the one my master values above all others... screaming inside my head for my eyes to open and see the one she placed before us all -- the one who denied her -- , wins out as I, opening my eyes slowly, mentally put well deserved destruction aside long enough to finally see Alex Mahone.
" Thank you, Lincoln. "
With a gentle nod to the man -- one still so near his body pins me to the wall behind me ... one ready to tear me to pieces at any moment -- before me he moves silently across the room, his long lean body graceful and elegant even in haste, taking a seat on the edge of the bed reaching out to wordlessly comfort, ability to reach or not the Childe mattering not, with loving caresses and a tender kiss against the cool skin of his beautiful Grandchilde's cheek.
" Let him be ... for now. We may need him to help with Michael, Lincoln. "
" Go to him ... tend to your Childe and leave him to me. "
Rising off the bed, standing in place he watches me... watches all of us as if he is waiting for something to happen when his expression speaks to his already knowing all there is to know.
" He won't try anything, Lincoln... "
As he begins walking toward me I take in the look -- thin and pale, bruising and dried bits of blood ... a testament to what he was willing to endure to deny her yet again, dotting the skin of his face -- of him feeling shame at my weakness for her in the face of one who sees her evil and is willing to endure all manner of hell not to be a part of it.
" ... he won't run... won't try to leave when he has nowhere to go but back to Caroline. "
Moving in to face me, his pitbull of a Childe ... straining at the leash like a rabid dog stepping dutifully aside for the moment, he looks into my eyes only a mere moment before turning his attention, a gentle and persistent hand under his still weeping chin, to the stunned boy standing by my side.
" Is this man your Sire, Boy? "
A brief shift of the eye toward me, the powerful vampire before him urging his gaze back, he nods, shaking his head mumbling * I was abandoned... I have no Sire. * through a renewed flood of desperate fearful tears.
" You have none now but you're here standing by his side now because you once believe you'd be happy with... This was the man you wanted, boy? You stand here beside him ready to suffer... his shame and guilt. Here willing to share his fate because you, as horrified as you may be by what he has done, love this man, Childe? "
Head bowed low, weeping heavily with a weak nod of confession, he reaches out stroking my arm gently, awaiting his fate.
Watching them eyeing one another I'm shocked, shrinking away from the contact, as a hand far more gentle that I deserve falls softly on my shoulder as kind words, a nod and glance sideways toward a velvet sofa nearby, offer the boy, both of us, a hope I don't believe possible.
" All of this is too much for one so young. Lie down boy ... go on now ... rest yourself! I need to help my family. I'll do what needs to be done for *my family* ... then together you and I will see what we can do about making this man worthy of being yours, Childe. "
Author: Pamala
Characters: The gangs all here
Category: SLASH
Rating: PG -13
Spoilers: Its a whole PB fang'd saga...you really need follow the whole
series, right here:Home of the HOT PB fang boys!
Disclaimer: I know they're not mine. I'm old and tired so, PTB,
please don't slap me around for playing with your toys.
Summary: Lincoln, Michael and Alex, Caroline, Kellerman... ALL OF THEM NOW are
vampires.... YES, vampires!
Authors notes:
Part one:
An Unfamiliar Feeling of Guilt 1/2
Part two:
His grip on me like death itself allows me, lifted upward in uncontrolled rage that has my toes losing sight of the floor below, a glimpse of his used and all but lost Childe lying nearly lifeless -- eyes blank, empty ... staring into nothingness -- on the bed behind this man that will soon end what is left of me for all the things that I have done.
Guilt whispering the need to surrender from the far corners of my thoroughly poisoned by the darkness that is Caroline Reynolds brain I close my eyes and wait for the end.
" Put him down, Lincoln! "
The voice is soft, distant, gentle in cadence yet firm and undeniable in its certainty.
" Down, Linc! "
It's him!
The part of me, a part of my brain eager to lay eyes on the one my master values above all others... screaming inside my head for my eyes to open and see the one she placed before us all -- the one who denied her -- , wins out as I, opening my eyes slowly, mentally put well deserved destruction aside long enough to finally see Alex Mahone.
" Thank you, Lincoln. "
With a gentle nod to the man -- one still so near his body pins me to the wall behind me ... one ready to tear me to pieces at any moment -- before me he moves silently across the room, his long lean body graceful and elegant even in haste, taking a seat on the edge of the bed reaching out to wordlessly comfort, ability to reach or not the Childe mattering not, with loving caresses and a tender kiss against the cool skin of his beautiful Grandchilde's cheek.
" Let him be ... for now. We may need him to help with Michael, Lincoln. "
" Go to him ... tend to your Childe and leave him to me. "
Rising off the bed, standing in place he watches me... watches all of us as if he is waiting for something to happen when his expression speaks to his already knowing all there is to know.
" He won't try anything, Lincoln... "
As he begins walking toward me I take in the look -- thin and pale, bruising and dried bits of blood ... a testament to what he was willing to endure to deny her yet again, dotting the skin of his face -- of him feeling shame at my weakness for her in the face of one who sees her evil and is willing to endure all manner of hell not to be a part of it.
" ... he won't run... won't try to leave when he has nowhere to go but back to Caroline. "
Moving in to face me, his pitbull of a Childe ... straining at the leash like a rabid dog stepping dutifully aside for the moment, he looks into my eyes only a mere moment before turning his attention, a gentle and persistent hand under his still weeping chin, to the stunned boy standing by my side.
" Is this man your Sire, Boy? "
A brief shift of the eye toward me, the powerful vampire before him urging his gaze back, he nods, shaking his head mumbling * I was abandoned... I have no Sire. * through a renewed flood of desperate fearful tears.
" You have none now but you're here standing by his side now because you once believe you'd be happy with... This was the man you wanted, boy? You stand here beside him ready to suffer... his shame and guilt. Here willing to share his fate because you, as horrified as you may be by what he has done, love this man, Childe? "
Head bowed low, weeping heavily with a weak nod of confession, he reaches out stroking my arm gently, awaiting his fate.
Watching them eyeing one another I'm shocked, shrinking away from the contact, as a hand far more gentle that I deserve falls softly on my shoulder as kind words, a nod and glance sideways toward a velvet sofa nearby, offer the boy, both of us, a hope I don't believe possible.
" All of this is too much for one so young. Lie down boy ... go on now ... rest yourself! I need to help my family. I'll do what needs to be done for *my family* ... then together you and I will see what we can do about making this man worthy of being yours, Childe. "