Post by me on Feb 23, 2006 15:42:28 GMT -5
Quick summary: basically a Demon, Angel story. It's about a half Demon finding his place in the world and trying to gain forgiveness from his family especially his twin brother.
Warnings: Its Slash M/M (I really only write slash so hey) there's violence and religous issues (I don't mean to offend anyones religous values)
Prologue
I woke up with a jolt from my bed. The visions were coming clearer every day. The meaning was surfacing; but I had yet to grasp it. All I saw was blood, the panic and loss. For all I know they could just be memories from the past, but I don’t normally dream the same dream over and over again. I push the covers off me and sit on the edge of the bed. Reaching for a cigarette, their bad for me I know but I’m immortal so it doesn’t matter anyway. The figure in the bed lets out a soft moan in its sleep and shifts his position. I lean over and place a kiss on the forehead of my latest obsession, who shudders as if a cold chill has just gone down his spine. I sigh, crossing the rooming to push back the curtains to reveal a city view, a half moon and a clear sky. The eerie light bathed my skin and I unveiled my wings to snarl at the moon, letting my full transformation take place. My skin blackened from my heart out, my teeth grew to fangs, my nails to claws; I was at one with the world.
“Star?” Then in the blink of an eye I was human repressed in my soul. “For a moment I thought I saw…” I picked out confusion in my lovers face in the moon light. “Never mind. Just come back to bed and keep me company.”
“My love, what a tease you are to me. You go to say something and then just leave me in the lurch.” I place a hand on his face gently and pull him into a brief kiss. He sulks when a pull back, one of the reasons I care for him. I blame my caring side on my mother, the most wonderful woman to have ever existed. “But I’m restless and can’t afford to keep you company, the moon calls me and I must obey her wishes.”
“You always leave me Star. I’m beginning to think you're screwing around.” That was true I was having relationships with two other people, I just can’t help myself, I blame that on my father, not much I want to say about him. “I used to really like that mysterious side of you. I thought that it was sexy you know. But now its just god d**n annoying.” I don’t have the time nor patients to hear him lecture me. Perhaps if I walk away now it won’t all end the same as it normally does. With this thought flittering in my mind I turn my back to him and go to walk out. “Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to…”
“Don’t command me mortal. You foolish idiot I was going to let you go.” I was free again in my natural state; it was over quickly for my lover one clean slit of the throat from my claws. He didn’t have time to scream or make a noise so I doubt anyone would find him for a few days. Which was highly convenient for me. I had time to grieve his passing and slip out of town. I licked the crimson liquid off my claws, contemplating the irony of the fact that I normally ended up killing the ones I cared for, just like my father. I materialized a black rose and placed it on the dead form on the floor. “Well I always was daddy’s little boy.”
I'm not posting anymore untill i get at least one opinion...
Warnings: Its Slash M/M (I really only write slash so hey) there's violence and religous issues (I don't mean to offend anyones religous values)
Prologue
I woke up with a jolt from my bed. The visions were coming clearer every day. The meaning was surfacing; but I had yet to grasp it. All I saw was blood, the panic and loss. For all I know they could just be memories from the past, but I don’t normally dream the same dream over and over again. I push the covers off me and sit on the edge of the bed. Reaching for a cigarette, their bad for me I know but I’m immortal so it doesn’t matter anyway. The figure in the bed lets out a soft moan in its sleep and shifts his position. I lean over and place a kiss on the forehead of my latest obsession, who shudders as if a cold chill has just gone down his spine. I sigh, crossing the rooming to push back the curtains to reveal a city view, a half moon and a clear sky. The eerie light bathed my skin and I unveiled my wings to snarl at the moon, letting my full transformation take place. My skin blackened from my heart out, my teeth grew to fangs, my nails to claws; I was at one with the world.
“Star?” Then in the blink of an eye I was human repressed in my soul. “For a moment I thought I saw…” I picked out confusion in my lovers face in the moon light. “Never mind. Just come back to bed and keep me company.”
“My love, what a tease you are to me. You go to say something and then just leave me in the lurch.” I place a hand on his face gently and pull him into a brief kiss. He sulks when a pull back, one of the reasons I care for him. I blame my caring side on my mother, the most wonderful woman to have ever existed. “But I’m restless and can’t afford to keep you company, the moon calls me and I must obey her wishes.”
“You always leave me Star. I’m beginning to think you're screwing around.” That was true I was having relationships with two other people, I just can’t help myself, I blame that on my father, not much I want to say about him. “I used to really like that mysterious side of you. I thought that it was sexy you know. But now its just god d**n annoying.” I don’t have the time nor patients to hear him lecture me. Perhaps if I walk away now it won’t all end the same as it normally does. With this thought flittering in my mind I turn my back to him and go to walk out. “Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to…”
“Don’t command me mortal. You foolish idiot I was going to let you go.” I was free again in my natural state; it was over quickly for my lover one clean slit of the throat from my claws. He didn’t have time to scream or make a noise so I doubt anyone would find him for a few days. Which was highly convenient for me. I had time to grieve his passing and slip out of town. I licked the crimson liquid off my claws, contemplating the irony of the fact that I normally ended up killing the ones I cared for, just like my father. I materialized a black rose and placed it on the dead form on the floor. “Well I always was daddy’s little boy.”
I'm not posting anymore untill i get at least one opinion...
