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jaye_voyRequest From: Hoarmurath
Prompts: Sean as Victorian vampire/Karl as vampire hunter
Two drabbles, one for each POV
Disclaimer: Names and images of popular figures are used for a fictional setting.
Feedback: Always welcome, positive or negative.
Archiving: Not without permission.
***
Karl did not think vampires beautiful. Corpse-pale ghouls, leeches clinging until every drop of blood---of *life*---was drained from innocent victims. To feed an unnatural existence, time stretched until all vampires once were succumbed to the beast within.
Firelight limned the silver cuffs on his wrists as he sharpened wooden stakes, slivers sparking as they landed in the flames. The cuffs and collar he wore oft saved him from vampires’ fangs in his years of hunting.
Years it had been. All his life was dealing death. The only kind of justice left in a world ruled by night.
***
Sean peered into the warded cottage, unable to encroach upon the hunter’s domain.
The firelight caressed the muscled form within, bare but for the bath sheet about a lean waist and silver adornments that taunted and enticed.
Over years of darkness Sean had come to covet beauty as he once craved the touch of the sun. Yet he knew this angel’s face was a facade of innocence, used to lure his kind to swift and final ends. He should depart, to plot the murder of the death-dealer.
Still, Sean lingered. And hungered, for more than the salt-bitter taste of blood.
Prompts: Sean as Victorian vampire/Karl as vampire hunter
Two drabbles, one for each POV
Disclaimer: Names and images of popular figures are used for a fictional setting.
Feedback: Always welcome, positive or negative.
Archiving: Not without permission.
***
Karl did not think vampires beautiful. Corpse-pale ghouls, leeches clinging until every drop of blood---of *life*---was drained from innocent victims. To feed an unnatural existence, time stretched until all vampires once were succumbed to the beast within.
Firelight limned the silver cuffs on his wrists as he sharpened wooden stakes, slivers sparking as they landed in the flames. The cuffs and collar he wore oft saved him from vampires’ fangs in his years of hunting.
Years it had been. All his life was dealing death. The only kind of justice left in a world ruled by night.
***
Sean peered into the warded cottage, unable to encroach upon the hunter’s domain.
The firelight caressed the muscled form within, bare but for the bath sheet about a lean waist and silver adornments that taunted and enticed.
Over years of darkness Sean had come to covet beauty as he once craved the touch of the sun. Yet he knew this angel’s face was a facade of innocence, used to lure his kind to swift and final ends. He should depart, to plot the murder of the death-dealer.
Still, Sean lingered. And hungered, for more than the salt-bitter taste of blood.
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Date: 2008-08-18 07:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-18 09:39 pm (UTC)