Fic: In Hope of Things Once Lost
Fic: In Hope of Things Once Lost
Fandom: Fright Night
Pairing: Peter/oc...sometime down the road
Rating: I'll say T, just because we all know that man has no filter on that dirty mouth of his.
Summary: "I've learned that things change, people change, and it doesn't mean you forget the past or try to cover it up; it simply means that you move on and treasure the memories. Letting go doesn't mean giving up, it means accepting that some things weren't meant to be."
Chapter 2
Peter recoiled in fear, shuffling back until he hit the wall inside the cupboard. A few boxes tumbled down from the top shelf; painstakingly happy family photos littering the floor and distracting the young teen. The monster before him chuckled as he watched the memories tear at Peter’s heart.
“Why not just do me in now then?” Peter whispered glaring at the creature with tear stained cheeks and vengeful eyes.
A one sided smirk grew across its face and it cocked its head.
“They’ve done nothing to you!” Peter yelled, his anger taking control and bringing forth a moment of courage he would soon regret. “They didn’t do anything to deserve this!” He pushed back hard on the monsters shoulders again and again, not moving its body a fraction on an inch no matter how forceful he was; all the while it kept that sinister grin across its face. Peter pounded away on the creature’s chest shouting any and all obscenities that found their way into his head.
“You sick bastard, why us? Why the fuck come after us!?” Peter cried.
It took a millisecond for it to grab hold Peter’s small body and twist his arm behind his back, dragging him out of the cupboard and pushing him face first against the adjacent wall, forcing Peter to stare at the bloodied bodies of his parents.
“Because you little shit, your parents didn’t have the smarts to let me be, they just had to meddle in my business. They learned things that they shouldn’t have.” It brought Peter back and slammed him back into the wall before bringing its jaws close to his ear, the force of the blow causing a small amount of blood to trickle down the side of his face.
“Now look at them, look at what their pestering did. They brought this on themselves kid. And you…well you’ll just have to live the rest of your life alone, running and afraid. Because let’s face it kid, who’s going to believe you when you tell them that a vampire killed your folks. Nobody.” Lowering its head, it inhaled deeply and pressed a soft kiss to the side of Peter’s neck. “Shame too, your scent is so…sweet and still so innocent. But don’t worry, your time will come. I’ll be back for you, someday.”
There was a rush of air at Peters back and the room went quiet. He turned around to face nothing but a dark empty room. Well, not entirely empty, his mother and father’s limp bodies were still heaped on the floor. Peter got down on his hands and knees, slowly crawling over to them.
Gathering his mother up in his arms, he held her body close against his own and rocked her while he wept, staining his clothes with her lifeblood. Her matted hair soaked in his grieving tears and saliva as Peter cried freely, choking on his sobs and howling over his losses.
He stayed by their sides through the night and into the early morning, too worked up to notice that his parent’s bodies were beginning to smolder.
It didn’t take long for the first sunray to reach his father’s body, sending up a quick flare before his body transformed into a cloud of ash.
“No, no, no, no, no,” Peter cried, trying to drag his mother’s now stiff body out of the way of the impending rays. But he was too late, the damage was done, and shortly after she too was reduced to nothing but a curtain of embers. He sank down the wall and onto the floor and grieved again, dragging his fingers over the dusty stained carpeting.
Eventually he found the strength to pull himself away. To pack a duffle and leave the place he had called home for most of his childhood. He had no family left, not here anyway, not that they would want to look after him, they distanced themselves long ago after growing tired of his parent’s constant obsession with supernatural lore.
Strapping his bag to his back he mounted his bicycle, pure adrenaline forcing his feet through the motions of peddling. There was only one place in his mind that he wanted to go, one place he could go and feel that he would be accepted in with open arms. The newfound orphan pushed on into the morning hours. The now silent tears still making trails down his dirtied cheeks, pining for the life he had before his life was reduced to cinders and blown away from him.
A/N Yea...sorry it is short...again, just felt we needed to tie things off before diving into something a bit different.
Enjoy!
-Shelly
Fandom: Fright Night
Pairing: Peter/oc...sometime down the road
Rating: I'll say T, just because we all know that man has no filter on that dirty mouth of his.
Summary: "I've learned that things change, people change, and it doesn't mean you forget the past or try to cover it up; it simply means that you move on and treasure the memories. Letting go doesn't mean giving up, it means accepting that some things weren't meant to be."
Chapter 2
Peter recoiled in fear, shuffling back until he hit the wall inside the cupboard. A few boxes tumbled down from the top shelf; painstakingly happy family photos littering the floor and distracting the young teen. The monster before him chuckled as he watched the memories tear at Peter’s heart.
“Why not just do me in now then?” Peter whispered glaring at the creature with tear stained cheeks and vengeful eyes.
A one sided smirk grew across its face and it cocked its head.
“They’ve done nothing to you!” Peter yelled, his anger taking control and bringing forth a moment of courage he would soon regret. “They didn’t do anything to deserve this!” He pushed back hard on the monsters shoulders again and again, not moving its body a fraction on an inch no matter how forceful he was; all the while it kept that sinister grin across its face. Peter pounded away on the creature’s chest shouting any and all obscenities that found their way into his head.
“You sick bastard, why us? Why the fuck come after us!?” Peter cried.
It took a millisecond for it to grab hold Peter’s small body and twist his arm behind his back, dragging him out of the cupboard and pushing him face first against the adjacent wall, forcing Peter to stare at the bloodied bodies of his parents.
“Because you little shit, your parents didn’t have the smarts to let me be, they just had to meddle in my business. They learned things that they shouldn’t have.” It brought Peter back and slammed him back into the wall before bringing its jaws close to his ear, the force of the blow causing a small amount of blood to trickle down the side of his face.
“Now look at them, look at what their pestering did. They brought this on themselves kid. And you…well you’ll just have to live the rest of your life alone, running and afraid. Because let’s face it kid, who’s going to believe you when you tell them that a vampire killed your folks. Nobody.” Lowering its head, it inhaled deeply and pressed a soft kiss to the side of Peter’s neck. “Shame too, your scent is so…sweet and still so innocent. But don’t worry, your time will come. I’ll be back for you, someday.”
There was a rush of air at Peters back and the room went quiet. He turned around to face nothing but a dark empty room. Well, not entirely empty, his mother and father’s limp bodies were still heaped on the floor. Peter got down on his hands and knees, slowly crawling over to them.
Gathering his mother up in his arms, he held her body close against his own and rocked her while he wept, staining his clothes with her lifeblood. Her matted hair soaked in his grieving tears and saliva as Peter cried freely, choking on his sobs and howling over his losses.
He stayed by their sides through the night and into the early morning, too worked up to notice that his parent’s bodies were beginning to smolder.
It didn’t take long for the first sunray to reach his father’s body, sending up a quick flare before his body transformed into a cloud of ash.
“No, no, no, no, no,” Peter cried, trying to drag his mother’s now stiff body out of the way of the impending rays. But he was too late, the damage was done, and shortly after she too was reduced to nothing but a curtain of embers. He sank down the wall and onto the floor and grieved again, dragging his fingers over the dusty stained carpeting.
Eventually he found the strength to pull himself away. To pack a duffle and leave the place he had called home for most of his childhood. He had no family left, not here anyway, not that they would want to look after him, they distanced themselves long ago after growing tired of his parent’s constant obsession with supernatural lore.
Strapping his bag to his back he mounted his bicycle, pure adrenaline forcing his feet through the motions of peddling. There was only one place in his mind that he wanted to go, one place he could go and feel that he would be accepted in with open arms. The newfound orphan pushed on into the morning hours. The now silent tears still making trails down his dirtied cheeks, pining for the life he had before his life was reduced to cinders and blown away from him.
A/N Yea...sorry it is short...again, just felt we needed to tie things off before diving into something a bit different.
Enjoy!
-Shelly