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Title: Still no title <3
Pairing: Vam
Rating: TBD…probably hard R
Genre: AU
Summary: A curator learns a deadly secret - one that will literally consume him if kept.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
”Jesus Christ….”
Bam put a hand to his forehead, running it through his hair.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He muttered again. He pushed away from the open coffin and paced the room, casting wild glances at it as he walked, trying to calm down. Returning to the side of the glossy wood box he looked down. A man of around 25 lay dead in what looked to be a large pile of dirt, his arms crossed over his thin chest, hands resting on either of his shoulders. His eyes were shut; Bam could see the tiny purple veins in his translucent eyelids. Above his eyes the brows were neat and finely arched, and dark brown hair fell in his pale face. His lips, the color of wine, were full and slightly pouted. All in all, he was breathtaking. Bam was perplexed. Where had the coffin come from? How had the man gotten in there, and how had he been preserved so perfectly? Questions flooded his mind and he went and leaned against the coffin, facing the door, head in his hands. He turned and looked back down at the man and found himself staring into emerald green eyes. Bam leapt back with a yelp.
“Hello.” The man said then sneered, his face morphing. The glowing canine teeth in his mouth elongated and became treacherously keen. He leapt out of the coffin gracefully, landing softly on his feet in front of Bam, who scurried to the other side of the room. He grabbed a chair, using it as a barricade between the previously dead man and himself. The thing hissed at him and came forward, knocking the chair out of his hands.
“I’m famished.” He growled, seizing Bam by the shoulders and leaning down towards his neck. His teeth grazed just above the jugular before he jumped back, howling. Bam looked at him, eyes wide. The creature hissed again, placing a hand on it’s own neck. When he removed his hand, Bam spied a gruesome looking burn in the shape of a cross. He looked down at his shirt, where a silver cross hung from a chain around his neck. His hand flew to his neck where little drops of blood had begun to bead on the tiny wound.
“Oh, my god.” He whispered, disbelieving. But the proof was right there. Bam looked from the monster to the open coffin.
“Get back in the coffin.” He commanded, his voice small. The man laughed.
“I think I’ll pass, if you don’t mind.” He retorted sarcastically, eyes darting to the open doorway. Bam followed his line of vision and rushed to the doorway, blocking the way.
“Are you a ….avampire? he asked incredulously. The dark haired man snorted.
“Yes, darling, I’m a vampire. And I suggest you move out of my way.” He took a step towards Bam, causing him to flinch. Bam’s fingers inched towards the cross on his neck and he tore at the clasp, taking it off and holding it in front of him.
“Stay back, vampire.” He ordered, this time more forceful. Once again, the vampire laughed. He took another step towards Bam, causing him to back against the doorway. Searching desperately behind him, he found the doorknob and pulled the door shut. He looked defiantly into the creature’s green eyes, his heart pounding fast in his chest. The vampire came closer and closer to him until he was pressed as close to the wood as possible. He grabbed Bam’s hand in his own and plucked the cross from his fingers. The sound of burning flesh echoed painfully in the room and the vampire shut his eyes. He threw the cross to the floor and ground it under the heel of his boot.
“Now that that’s taken care of, get out of my way before I hurt you.” He snarled, narrowing his eyes. Still, Bam shook his head.
“Tell me, what is your name?” the creature asked, sliding two fingers under Bam’s chin and tilting the man’s head up to look at him. With his index finger he absently stroked the skin there, sending involuntary shivers up Bam’s spine.
“Bam.” He muttered, absolute terror replacing any more insolence he could’ve mustered. The vampire smiled and leaned forward, tilting his head down and ghosting his lips across Bam’s gossamer ones. When he leaned back the brilliant blue of the boy’s eyes had all but swallowed the tiny pupil. The vampire grinned victoriously.
“Alright darling, time to move out of Ville’s way.” He murmured and Bam immediately stepped out of the way of the door. The creature stepped through the threshold, throwing a quick glance at the man now under his temporary thrall. He grinned then shut the door, moving through a room filled with shelves and shelves of books and weird statues. There was a door to his right; he yanked it open and his cheeks were spattered with rain. The night was cool, the wind blowing the drizzle around and making it worse than it actually was. He slid his hands into the pockets of his long jacket and, turning his face up to the downpour, began the long walk to his home.
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He looked at his watch and leapt up off the floor. The lights shone bright and fluorescent over the back room and his eyes raced to adjust to them. Everything was as he had left it, except for the coffin filled with dirt.
“God.” He breathed. What had he unleashed on his town? Carefully, he replaced the lid and closed the coffin as best as he could, considering he had broken the lock. Slumping in a chair, he wondered how he was going to find the vampire and get it back in the coffin. Bam yawned. It was 3: 30 am and by rights he should’ve been in bed by 11. Turning off the lights, he gave a lingering glance at the box on the table before shutting the door.
AN: Once again, constructive criticism is begged for.
Pairing: Vam
Rating: TBD…probably hard R
Genre: AU
Summary: A curator learns a deadly secret - one that will literally consume him if kept.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
”Jesus Christ….”
Bam put a hand to his forehead, running it through his hair.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He muttered again. He pushed away from the open coffin and paced the room, casting wild glances at it as he walked, trying to calm down. Returning to the side of the glossy wood box he looked down. A man of around 25 lay dead in what looked to be a large pile of dirt, his arms crossed over his thin chest, hands resting on either of his shoulders. His eyes were shut; Bam could see the tiny purple veins in his translucent eyelids. Above his eyes the brows were neat and finely arched, and dark brown hair fell in his pale face. His lips, the color of wine, were full and slightly pouted. All in all, he was breathtaking. Bam was perplexed. Where had the coffin come from? How had the man gotten in there, and how had he been preserved so perfectly? Questions flooded his mind and he went and leaned against the coffin, facing the door, head in his hands. He turned and looked back down at the man and found himself staring into emerald green eyes. Bam leapt back with a yelp.
“Hello.” The man said then sneered, his face morphing. The glowing canine teeth in his mouth elongated and became treacherously keen. He leapt out of the coffin gracefully, landing softly on his feet in front of Bam, who scurried to the other side of the room. He grabbed a chair, using it as a barricade between the previously dead man and himself. The thing hissed at him and came forward, knocking the chair out of his hands.
“I’m famished.” He growled, seizing Bam by the shoulders and leaning down towards his neck. His teeth grazed just above the jugular before he jumped back, howling. Bam looked at him, eyes wide. The creature hissed again, placing a hand on it’s own neck. When he removed his hand, Bam spied a gruesome looking burn in the shape of a cross. He looked down at his shirt, where a silver cross hung from a chain around his neck. His hand flew to his neck where little drops of blood had begun to bead on the tiny wound.
“Oh, my god.” He whispered, disbelieving. But the proof was right there. Bam looked from the monster to the open coffin.
“Get back in the coffin.” He commanded, his voice small. The man laughed.
“I think I’ll pass, if you don’t mind.” He retorted sarcastically, eyes darting to the open doorway. Bam followed his line of vision and rushed to the doorway, blocking the way.
“Are you a ….avampire? he asked incredulously. The dark haired man snorted.
“Yes, darling, I’m a vampire. And I suggest you move out of my way.” He took a step towards Bam, causing him to flinch. Bam’s fingers inched towards the cross on his neck and he tore at the clasp, taking it off and holding it in front of him.
“Stay back, vampire.” He ordered, this time more forceful. Once again, the vampire laughed. He took another step towards Bam, causing him to back against the doorway. Searching desperately behind him, he found the doorknob and pulled the door shut. He looked defiantly into the creature’s green eyes, his heart pounding fast in his chest. The vampire came closer and closer to him until he was pressed as close to the wood as possible. He grabbed Bam’s hand in his own and plucked the cross from his fingers. The sound of burning flesh echoed painfully in the room and the vampire shut his eyes. He threw the cross to the floor and ground it under the heel of his boot.
“Now that that’s taken care of, get out of my way before I hurt you.” He snarled, narrowing his eyes. Still, Bam shook his head.
“Tell me, what is your name?” the creature asked, sliding two fingers under Bam’s chin and tilting the man’s head up to look at him. With his index finger he absently stroked the skin there, sending involuntary shivers up Bam’s spine.
“Bam.” He muttered, absolute terror replacing any more insolence he could’ve mustered. The vampire smiled and leaned forward, tilting his head down and ghosting his lips across Bam’s gossamer ones. When he leaned back the brilliant blue of the boy’s eyes had all but swallowed the tiny pupil. The vampire grinned victoriously.
“Alright darling, time to move out of Ville’s way.” He murmured and Bam immediately stepped out of the way of the door. The creature stepped through the threshold, throwing a quick glance at the man now under his temporary thrall. He grinned then shut the door, moving through a room filled with shelves and shelves of books and weird statues. There was a door to his right; he yanked it open and his cheeks were spattered with rain. The night was cool, the wind blowing the drizzle around and making it worse than it actually was. He slid his hands into the pockets of his long jacket and, turning his face up to the downpour, began the long walk to his home.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
He looked at his watch and leapt up off the floor. The lights shone bright and fluorescent over the back room and his eyes raced to adjust to them. Everything was as he had left it, except for the coffin filled with dirt.
“God.” He breathed. What had he unleashed on his town? Carefully, he replaced the lid and closed the coffin as best as he could, considering he had broken the lock. Slumping in a chair, he wondered how he was going to find the vampire and get it back in the coffin. Bam yawned. It was 3: 30 am and by rights he should’ve been in bed by 11. Turning off the lights, he gave a lingering glance at the box on the table before shutting the door.
AN: Once again, constructive criticism is begged for.