My new Vam AU!! Yay!!
Title: Untitled As of Yet...Any Suggestions?
Pairing: Vam
Rating: TBD…probably hard R
Genre: AU
Summary: A curator learns a deadly secret - one that will literally consume him if kept.
Yes, it's another vampire fic >.<
“Damn! Look at this!” Bam heard his friend shout from the doorway. Even though he was soaked from the rain, Ryan Dunn - Bam’s friend and co-worker, had a huge grin on his face. Bam put down a book he was rifling through and went over to the beaming man.
“What is it?” he asked, turning his head to the side to look at the long box Ryan had dragged in.
“Dude, what the hell do you think?! It’s a coffin!” he practically shouted. Bam shook his head, brown curls dancing around his face.
“Have you looked inside yet?” he asked, crouching down and running his fingers along the worn wood. Ryan shook his head and crouched beside Bam.
“We left it to you, you lucky bastard.” He said, mock glaring at Bam. Bam grinned sheepishly at him before standing up and returning to his book.
“So are you gonna open it?” Dunn prodded. He peered over Bam’s shoulder at the ancient looking text he was reading. Scrawled across the worn leather in faded gold text was the title, Deciphering Ancient Manuscripts. Ryan snorted. As curator of their small museum, Bam was into weird things, such as old texts and artifacts. Ryan, he just delivered them, then waited around to see what Bam got to play with this time.
“Well, I wanted to finish this book first.” He said, trying his best to sound British. Ryan laughed, grabbing the book from him.
“Yea right, dude. Open it already.”
“Nah. I’d rather wait until tomorrow.” He said and motioned for Ryan to help him carry the coffin into the backroom. Carefully they maneuvered the cumbersome thing onto an old metal table that was strewn with books and papers. Ryan patted the coffin.
“See you tomorrow, little buddy.” He cooed and Bam laughed.
“Alright, I need to lock up. Later.” He said and Ryan waved a goodbye, walking out of the room and shutting the front door of the museum. As soon as he was gone, Bam turned to the curious looking box. The wood was old but stately; it glowed an iridescent mahogany. There was a single fastener protected by an ancient, rusty padlock that he could easily remove. Striding across the room he reached a large chest and pulled out a crowbar, then made his way back to the coffin. He struck the lock twice and it broke, clattering to the floor. Carefully, he opened the lid and gasped.
“Jesus Christ….”
AN: Heh, sorry it’s so short. I was going to tell what was in the coffin but a) you’ve probably already guessed and b) it occurred to me to put it in Chapter 2 and keep you guessing. Anyway, I’d just like to make it clear that any and all (constructive) criticism is both welcomed and highly encouraged. So please, even if it is something as little as a spelling mistake, TELL ME. If it doesn’t make sense, or the grammar is wrong, or it could be improved upon, say something. I promise I won’t get offended. And constructive criticism is not: ZOMG UR FIC SUX0RS!!!111. <333
Pairing: Vam
Rating: TBD…probably hard R
Genre: AU
Summary: A curator learns a deadly secret - one that will literally consume him if kept.
Yes, it's another vampire fic >.<
“Damn! Look at this!” Bam heard his friend shout from the doorway. Even though he was soaked from the rain, Ryan Dunn - Bam’s friend and co-worker, had a huge grin on his face. Bam put down a book he was rifling through and went over to the beaming man.
“What is it?” he asked, turning his head to the side to look at the long box Ryan had dragged in.
“Dude, what the hell do you think?! It’s a coffin!” he practically shouted. Bam shook his head, brown curls dancing around his face.
“Have you looked inside yet?” he asked, crouching down and running his fingers along the worn wood. Ryan shook his head and crouched beside Bam.
“We left it to you, you lucky bastard.” He said, mock glaring at Bam. Bam grinned sheepishly at him before standing up and returning to his book.
“So are you gonna open it?” Dunn prodded. He peered over Bam’s shoulder at the ancient looking text he was reading. Scrawled across the worn leather in faded gold text was the title, Deciphering Ancient Manuscripts. Ryan snorted. As curator of their small museum, Bam was into weird things, such as old texts and artifacts. Ryan, he just delivered them, then waited around to see what Bam got to play with this time.
“Well, I wanted to finish this book first.” He said, trying his best to sound British. Ryan laughed, grabbing the book from him.
“Yea right, dude. Open it already.”
“Nah. I’d rather wait until tomorrow.” He said and motioned for Ryan to help him carry the coffin into the backroom. Carefully they maneuvered the cumbersome thing onto an old metal table that was strewn with books and papers. Ryan patted the coffin.
“See you tomorrow, little buddy.” He cooed and Bam laughed.
“Alright, I need to lock up. Later.” He said and Ryan waved a goodbye, walking out of the room and shutting the front door of the museum. As soon as he was gone, Bam turned to the curious looking box. The wood was old but stately; it glowed an iridescent mahogany. There was a single fastener protected by an ancient, rusty padlock that he could easily remove. Striding across the room he reached a large chest and pulled out a crowbar, then made his way back to the coffin. He struck the lock twice and it broke, clattering to the floor. Carefully, he opened the lid and gasped.
“Jesus Christ….”
AN: Heh, sorry it’s so short. I was going to tell what was in the coffin but a) you’ve probably already guessed and b) it occurred to me to put it in Chapter 2 and keep you guessing. Anyway, I’d just like to make it clear that any and all (constructive) criticism is both welcomed and highly encouraged. So please, even if it is something as little as a spelling mistake, TELL ME. If it doesn’t make sense, or the grammar is wrong, or it could be improved upon, say something. I promise I won’t get offended. And constructive criticism is not: ZOMG UR FIC SUX0RS!!!111. <333