Category: Writers Block
Marcus wandered outside following a faint scent of human blood it was just enough to excite him,he came across the partially frozen body of a climber who had almost died trying to find shelter in the blizzard "ohh man I was born lucky..Right once your defrosted we'll be laughin" he lifted the body and noticed the lad was still breathing hmm "hmm i can't wait to see your face pal..." Marcus strode back inside with his prize securing a kill was 1 thing,keeping it in a nest of hungry vampires was quite another. Vincent saw that familiar satisfied grin change to a snarl when he approached Marcus "will you share this at all animals? You know they just go against my bourgoise beliefs" the tall vampire bared his fangs and turned the climber's snow encrusted face to Vincent "Dinna bother he's no exactly a 2 minute job in a microwave" "He's alive!? Christ! Imagine being aware of your body freezing to death" Marcus shoved him aside and hurried to the fire but he knew there was little possability of feeding from the dying man "F.ck! Your quick eh what a guy".
Lorne took 1 look at the rapidly dying man and smiled while kicking him hard to raise a response ^Marcus i know your hungry but this is..Even you must know his blood is solid in his veins^ as the vampire's argued over how to defrost the blood the climber died frightened by the vamp's growing rage Vincent sat back in pool of shadow and fought to stop himself from shaking Jamie joined him and suggested that they leave before "Marcus loses the rag completely" he agreed but they tried to slip away Lorne stood in their way
^not leaving are you he's just a bit pissed off, don't worry we will feed soon come and I will ease your worries^ Vincent was aware that this wasn't an invitation to stay Lorne had challenged him to see if he was up to the job
"we have too much to do now and these endless power struggles are boring me I wish you would come to some kind of an agreement or decision about my future,the lack of leadership here is dispicable!".
Lorne took 1 look at the rapidly dying man and smiled while kicking him hard to raise a response ^Marcus i know your hungry but this is..Even you must know his blood is solid in his veins^ as the vampire's argued over how to defrost the blood the climber died frightened by the vamp's growing rage Vincent sat back in pool of shadow and fought to stop himself from shaking Jamie joined him and suggested that they leave before "Marcus loses the rag completely" he agreed but they tried to slip away Lorne stood in their way
^not leaving are you he's just a bit pissed off, don't worry we will feed soon come and I will ease your worries^ Vincent was aware that this wasn't an invitation to stay Lorne had challenged him to see if he was up to the job
"we have too much to do now and these endless power struggles are boring me I wish you would come to some kind of an agreement or decision about my future,the lack of leadership here is dispicable!".
They faced each other and there eyes were locked few vampire's were able to hold Lorne's icy stare,Vincent's never wavered and the cold anger in his topaz eyes darkened them to amber "well would you credit it my boy's no so spinless after aw" shut it! Or you will be next!" Marcus smiled and raised a glass to Vincent's nerve but Lorne's hand sprung out like a whip and fastened onto the vampire's jugular still Vincent didn't shift his gaze to do so could be fatal they stood like that for almost 10 minutes until the room spun and sounds became distorted Vincent knew he was dying and welcomed the inevitable then Marcus wrapped his vice like fingers around Lorne's hand and the others heard the bones crack and fracture "let go now! Or I swear man I'll no be responsable! What kind a challenge is this driving your heir apparent to his death just to prove a f.cking point!".
Stalemate neither vampire would give way they couldn't afford to back down and stay alive Mal had seen enough he pushed in between Marcus & Lorne who's right hand was broken but he showed no signs of pain or fear only a steely resolve and that unyeilding stare.Jamie had caught Vincent as he fell and carried him to a side room to see what he could do the vampire seemed to be beyond help "f.ck! I won't be a part of this!" he fed Vincent slowly with his advanced blood and little by little he came back,Jamie's voice was distant,unclear but audible
Marcus Lorne and Mal struggle for supremacy was over and the new leader was still undecided the coven was wracked by indecision and suspicion they had threatened lied cheated and tricked each other just as Vincent had described and only Mal's new strength had saved them all from destruction Marcus looked him over while watching Lorne piecing his hand back together and the visceral jigsaw puzzle fascinated him "this has proved 1 thing we're all unworthy of leading this coven all! We act like fledglings fightin over the discarded scraps of more dignified immortals! The one's who despise our kind wont have a fight on their hands if they choose to bring us down! I'm ashamed to call maself a vampire an that's no happened 475 years!".
The tension was unbearable as Vincent and Jamie raced to the waiting helicopter,as he forced open the frosted door Vincent leapt in an settled himself in the pilot's seat he forced the machine to start, then take off,there was a chaos of darkness and light as the machine protested at his rough treatment, finally the runners extricated themselves from the frozen ground and a whirling curtain of snow thrown up by the downdraught blinded them completely,hidden within it and unnoticed Marcus Mal and Lorne rose in to the air and tried to hold down the powerful machine,which went in to a rapid 360 degree spin Vincent fought to regain control while searching for their enemies with his mind at last they released their grip and followed behind the departing vampires.
Vincent flew by instinct because of the time he had spent recovering from various recurrant injuries he had been robbed of the chance to truly enjoy this the sky was a clear winter blue ahead and as the ascended in to the sun Jamie found the stereo and surprisingly Iron Maiden The Flight of Icarus the metal music blared out and they risked a smile "how much fuel do we have?..Hmm that might be enough to have us ditch in the North Sea!" Vincent glanced at the dial and the needle creeping towards empty "damn! Hmm typical he treats all his "toys" like shit!" I can't picture Lorne in a chopper its just not him" Vincent was about to answer with a smart insult when Marcus appeared alongside and hauled open the door!
His hand latched onto Vincent's black shirt and tore him from the seat Jamie was sucked out by the vacuum the 3 vamp's fought like airbourne cats scratching biting and tearing at each others skin and eyes with a frenzied ferocity that caused Lorne's blood to run cold.He tried to stop them but accidently Vincent sliced open his neck close to the jugular,the vampire fell and spun like a dying eagle his blood matted blond hair tossed and grabbed by the searing wind.Marcus succeeded in sedating Vincent with a grip on his neck the vampire grew limp and he easily carried him down to the freezing ground,they landed and Jamie immediately attacked the powerful vampire though he had been advanced Marcus was older, stronger and far more cunning they rolled around in the snow biting and tearing with their fangs and nails Jamie screamed with rage when Marcus bit a large lump of skin from his neck Jamie ripped it away and cut a long deep slice over Marcus's recently healed and almost fatal wound.
His inhuman scream filled the glen and echoed around the mountains like thunder Marcus clutched the gaping wound as his aristocratic blood poured on to the muddied snow,Jamie surveyed the carnage Lorne lay nearby imobile and cold he argued with the full implications of their fight "I've only enough blood for 1 Marcus! Or Lorne! Christ!" That's...No damned...Use man" Vincent was on his knees and drinking blood cupped in his hands the symbolism was touching pathetic and beautiful Marcus had dreamed of this moment his Lestat brought to heel.
"We might....As well eh? The more....We drink the less chance he has especially with this injury it's unlikely to fully heal" Vincent devoured the blood and squeezed the wound with an iron grip Marcus groaned but offered no resistance.Jamie filled his flask and went to feed Lorne who hadn't moved for 10 minutes he feared the vamp had wrapped himself in suspended animation and they couldn't waste time waiting for him to return to normal.Mal appeared and drank with Vincent they didn't speak what was there to say.
He's out cold and the blood loss is...." Jamie almost didn't recognise his friends as their skin and eyes glowed with a cold light Vincent stood up none the worse for his ordeal and kicked Marcus with remorseless anger Mal wiped his mouth and went to check on Lorne he still hadn't spoken and the whole scene was far too surreal."I wont be involved in this...Lorne's blood should of had the opposite effect?" he tried to put an end to Vincent's assault but those unforgettable cries of agony and suffering prevented him from moving.Mal knelt down and cradled the unconscious vampire in his arms Lorne's pale face was covered in blood but Mal felt no urge to help himself "f.ck! Loon what's happened to us eh?,When did aw this begin because I cannae..Recall us tryin this hard to kill ourselves".
"We are NOT baby sitting HIM! There's only so much to go around and I've had enough! Of this indecisiveness" Vincent was intoxicated by power of Marcus's aristo blood coursing thru his veins he fell in love with that sensation and assumed the role of leader "do we agree or I'm leaving it's that simple either we can decide now no more faffing around it's cost us dear Mal".The old vampire nodded and shook Vincent's hand "your right man an I'm proud ae you they never should ae underestimated your need for revenge...Marcus wont recover so quickly but this yin" he pointed to Lorne who seemed frozen in time."hmm its doubtful"
"How long do we have Mal we've drained him and that blood was a special vintage..." they studied each others eyes and Vincent found what he was looking for "with the advancement coming on and a few pints of Lorne's blood inside you I'd say this yin's days are more than numbered...You 2 have a month at least then all bloody hell il break loose!" Mal turned to acknowledge Jamie who'd moved with the grace and silence of an autumn mist "this is no the introduction we'd planned for you loon but at least now you ken what's to be done...Get movin an keep in touch" they embraced and held back the blood tears that are inevitable when vampires are unsure if they will see each other again.
"How long do we have Mal we've drained him and that blood was a special vintage..." they studied each others eyes and Vincent found what he was looking for "with the advancement coming on and a few pints of Lorne's blood inside you I'd say this yin's days are more than numbered...You 2 have a month at least then all bloody hell il break loose!" Mal turned to acknowledge Jamie who'd moved with the grace and silence of an autumn mist "this is no the introduction we'd planned for you loon but at least now you ken what's to be done...Get movin an keep in touch" they embraced and held back the blood tears that are inevitable when vampires are unsure if they will see each other again.
Vincent and Jamie jumped in to the sky and headed back to Glasgow it was risky but everything was now,they could always rely on Marcus's crowd to give them trouble when their favourite failed to return.Mal watched them leave with mixed emotions he'd faced and prepared himself for this moment but the danger for these young vamps was suddenly and uncomfortably real,he turned his back to go then when he'd made sure they weren't aware Mal leapt in to the air and left Lorne for the circling ravens.
The journey took longer than they had planned due to Jamie's erratic flight the experience of flying frightened and thrilled him so much that he couldn't concentrate Vincent had to dive to catch him as the vamp lost control more than once finally after several near disasters he began to relax and enjoy this stunning new gift "that's it christ! your like a drunken i dont know what" Vincent's laughter was interrupted by a sharp tug on his right leg "oi! Thats no you showin off again" Mal winked and swept by to keep an eye on Jamie.
It was dusk by the time they reached the tenement building it looked deserted but Vincent listened for any trace of Marcus's crowd as he hurried towards the side entrance he searched with his mind and found nothing "they haven't heard good we still have time..." Signalling to Mal and Jamie he pushed open the door to a sickening stench of decayed human flesh "f.ck!...Jesus!....That's .....Urrghhh" Vincent gagged and went to find the reason for the stench what remained of Jenny's body lay where Marcus had killed her he found a black bag to dispose of her corpse as he began the gruesome task a stinking thick black ooze seeped between his trembling fingers.
"the arsehole always complained that i never got rid of my kills...who would notice....Eh" Mal forced down the urge to puke and helped Vincent complete his grisly task "your man's changed loon he's no the vamp I remember Marcus...Well there was never any need to encourage him" Jamie scanned the waste ground for food he was ravenous and even the rotting corpse couldn't dampen his appetite "I'll be back soon what do you feel like Italian? Asian? Or...Chinese" Vincent bared his fangs and growled "..Eh I'll take that as a no he's absolutely disgusting!"
By the time Jamie arrived back with a partially drained kill Vincent and Mal were starving he released the man and they tucked in he watched while keeping a wary eye on the outside {Marcus might have sent a message we can't afford to relax for a second...} "Feck! You've no manners at all!" Mal glanced up and grinned thru the blood staining his fangs they glowed a bright red in the candle light "but you've good taste loon I've no had an Irishman for months" Jamie laughed and remembered Vincent's complaint about his lack of sex "Isn't that correct pal its been a while?" The vampire growled deep in his throat Jamie ignored it and upped the ante "was there a werewolf present at your ceremony"
By the time Jamie arrived back with a partially drained kill Vincent and Mal were starving he released the man and they tucked in he watched while keeping a wary eye on the outside {Marcus might have sent a message we can't afford to relax for a second...} "Feck! You've no manners at all!" Mal glanced up and grinned thru the blood staining his fangs they glowed a bright red in the candle light "but you've good taste loon I've no had an Irishman for months" Jamie laughed and remembered Vincent's complaint about his lack of sex "Isn't that correct pal its been a while?" The vampire growled deep in his throat Jamie ignored it and upped the ante "was there a werewolf present at your ceremony"
I do not understand the story at all.
In a blur Vincent kicked the body aside and rammed his fangs in to Jamie's neck,hot alochol laden blood flowed down his throat and tasted sweet Mal hauled them apart and Vincent twisted in his arms like a snake "If you lads destroy each other who'll be left to put things right!" "Isn't that where you come in?" "Hmmm not! On your immortal life man I'm only here to stop you nutters from killing each other".
As if to demonstrate his power Mal flung the angry vampire across the room and goaded him in to launching an attack "come on then there's no much to choose atween us man so lets see how far advanced you really are!" Vincent snarled bared his fangs and Mal gasped in shock "F.ck! When did this happen!? It's no possible for 2 to advance to a higher level at the same time...Unless?..F.ck! No...Such a thing is inconcievable" Vincent walked towards him with a predatory wickedness in his topaz tiger eyes Jamie stared at this perfect unexpected creature who smiled with such cold indifference his eyes dragged over them like a deep creeping ache and settled on Jamie's jugular vein."Where was I hmmm I hate to abandon a kill to the rats they have no appreciation of the finer things in life..Or whatever this is" 5 chilly fingers gripped the vein and their long nails felt like grappling irons "hmm I think I could find room for some more...Hold still or it will hurt".
He drank greedily and no one moved Jamie held his stare for 1 minute but that was enough to see the lack of emotion in Vincent's eyes, Lorne's were icy hard and filled with pain but these,were cruel determined and focused on a single thought the pursuit of blood! He swayed and Vincent let him fall then stepped over the weakened vampire with complete disregard Lorne's heir had revealed himself at a pivitol moment now the future of the coven was well and truly in doubt if Vincent became the kind of vampire they feared most then Mal would have no option but to destroy him
Marcus struggled to stand as a bitter N.Ely blasted snow in to his face and millions of needles stung and bit in to his wound he crawled to a hollow and found a cave sheltered from the wind "if this is death I'm no impressed" Despite the cave being deep and quite warm the arctic cold imbedded itself deep inside Marcus and he shivered uncontrollably the 1st priority was blood then heat and a miracle he'd avoided Lorne even the idea of holding or touching a dead vampire filled him with revulsion no matter how hard he listened and scanned the wilderness with his mind nothing spoke to ease his hunger or the emptiness of being utterly alone.
Marcus did manage to grub around for a few small mammals hiding from the storm however the amount was pitiful and his mind was unable to accept how far he'd fallen,Marcus lay there flitting between immortality and certain death and ignoring what his blood starved senses were telling him Vincent had come of age and all at once the balance of power had shifted in his favour {he'd said as much to Jamie an I assumed he was braggin!}
The storm raged for 48 hours and Marcus was weakening but less than before, he fed from whatever blundered within reach and these meager drinks helped him to survive but only that "this is desperate but no as bad as Lorne an I've no wished you goodbye my friend forgive me eh I will in time" his voice was breaking with loss disbelief and anger he was glad of these tumultuous feelings the sensations fooled him in to thinking he was alive!.
Vincent had gone out to make his own kill sharing had lost its appeal "there's too many demands and those eejits have no respect for authority!" He listened and detected a strong heartbeat close by,his pulse raced at the thought of making a kill in this new hard untouchable body without a trace of pain or doubt "let's see you mortal reveal yourself or i may do just that then pass all the time in the world watching your fear" the heartbeat came closer and its owner was distracted by the cold he crept around behind the mortal and played with him thumping his boots on the frosty ground, then making hardly any sound, in the enveloping darkness the effect was startling "who's there! you'll no...Get me pal... I'm..I'm on to you" "that tone's far from convincing...Are you sure Pal!" Vincent had thrown his voice and the mortal couldn't place him suddenly he leapt out as the clouds parted and moonlight blazed down on the sparkling snow the mortal stood aghast he'd heard and dismissed the numerous rumours of vampires and their love of killing on a full moon night
As his fangs slid in to the pulsing vein Vincent tasted adrenalin and his grip tightened since the final phase of his advancement he was perpetually hungry and his thoughts were fixated by blood its taste, feel, smell and colour mostly its colour! {That deep adorable red..Almost purple! turning to crimson then the bright red of healthy energetic individuals who spend 90% of their time outdoors!} His very veins craved it and it wouldn't matter if he wasted days on end drinking the city dry the hunger would always be insatiable "F.ck! Where did the red wine go...Maybe he has a friend waiting somewhere hmmm? I wonder".
As his fangs slid in to the pulsing vein Vincent tasted adrenalin and his grip tightened since the final phase of his advancement he was perpetually hungry and his thoughts were fixated by blood its taste, feel, smell and colour mostly its colour! {That deep adorable red..Almost purple! turning to crimson then the bright red of healthy energetic individuals who spend 90% of their time outdoors!} His very veins craved it and it wouldn't matter if he wasted days on end drinking the city dry the hunger would always be insatiable "F.ck! Where did the red wine go...Maybe he has a friend waiting somewhere hmmm? I wonder".
Vincent stalked across the waste ground behind the building the wind had dropped and every careful step reverberated in the still frigid air Marcus had taught his impetuous young vamp to stalk his prey then pounce with the accuracy and devestating power of a true predator.At 1st Vincent had seen this as unnecessary his impatience had ruined many a good opportunity but Marcus had hidden his violent side Vincent's advancement had been delayed but Marcus had been unable to control the outcome,for 5 years he'd had no way of knowing how or when Vincent might discover his full strength.
The answer was bound to reach him soon personally or otherwise, as he strode out in to the city Vincent relished their next encounter and the realisation that his tormentor, might possibly become his slave, sent delicious bursts of energy flying thru him he leapt in to the clear dark sky somersaulted then landed again and again he exulted in the effect of his advancement leaping and tumbling with the abandon of a dying child who's just been granted eternal life.Then a scent came towards him on a slight breeze he tasted Afghani heroin in the air "hmm hmmm thank you it's been far too long since I indulged this terrible habit,and it's not as if there's any danger of an overdose" Vincent's subtlety evaporated and he sauntered right up to the addict shivering in a filthy squat "alright mind if i join you...What a beautiful night...Orion's really spectacular" he pointed to the stunning constellation the nebula flashed and Rigel glowed a deep blood red. As the addict took in the vampire's unnaturally pale skin and penetrating stare he began to shake and struggled to inject the drug in to a useful vein. Vincent wasn't dressed for the weather he wore only jeans boots and a black shirt the temperature was -12.
He waited while an infected needle pierced vein after wasted vein in a fruitless search for a healthy 1 the sight of that dirty liquid decreasing in the syringe held his full attention.The addict wasn't really sure if this guy had escaped from the mental institution or if he really was 1 of the undead Vincent smiled but concealed his fangs behind sexy ruby lips the advancement had improved his looks and deepened the colour of those merciless eyes."Hmmm thats good stuff I'd some earlier will you share even just a few cc's will do I'm not greedy" the boy inched away from the vampire who stared and sat with absolute stillness without a shiver or even a recognition of the cold "it's... All....I have...My last few....Quid" when the drug was migrating around his HIV positive system, Vincent drank it down like his much loved fine wine.
"Ohh thank f.ck!......For.......Afghanistan I love it" he was as stoned as the mortal would have been had he been given time to appreciate the heroin,as one of them Vincent had experimented with drugs as his eyes became more painful and the spasms more irritating the heroin had stopped the constant rapid twitching and he had come to need it more than he'd anticipated.As victims Marcus found drug addicts attractive and romanced this gorgeous young guy with his reckless wish to die Vincent no longer regretted their past and wanted to assume control officially he would need to check on Lorne in case the immortal had survived it was unlikely but everything that had happened was never meant to.
Jamie found him lying out on a wall above a deep hole, his eyes were 1/2 open but a sulphur street lamp lit the amber like fire "you could have let me in" he glanced briefly at Vincent but was unable to hold his stare "he was too good to share and Afghani smack IS an acquired taste" Jamie eyes narrowed as he caught a flash of the blatant deceit burning in his friend's eyes "Christ! Once i could trust you with my life now i think you'd take it if nothing else was available!" The vampire didn't bother to deny the truth and that familiar feeling of childlike vulnerability swept thru him Jamie could't hope to hide anything from Vincent his senses had evolved for 1 purpose to kill! "Your on borrowed time my friend the others wont suffer a meglomaniacal fiend in the coven" as the vamp sat up the movement was fluid and effortless there was menace in his eyes and 1 hand shot out to force Jamie's stare "I am the last of a dying breed we will inherit the coven and all that comes with it! The decision concerning my future is out of your hands!".
The vampires were inches apart the rush of Jamie's blood echoed in Vincent's ears he could literally hear it surging through his veins it was nearly deafening with great reluctance he released his grip and turned away to fill his mind with the quieter sounds of Glencoe,but even there the sound and smell of blood found and haunted him."Vince Mal warned me about this he said some go mad because of the constant need to drink" he unzipped the black top he wore and pulled the hood away from his jugular " ...Take what you need after all I'd do the same" "I'll drain you! 8 pints?...It's...Nothing! But a mere taste to the likes of me!..Go! Before I take you up on that generous offer" Vincent paced back and forth with his arms wrapped around him he seemed to be in pain and the agony was far from physical
Jamie raced back to the tenement in a blood sweat he knew Vincent was losing touch with reality and the advancement had been a step too far Mal met him 1/2 way and didn't wait for an explanation "its hellish but we have to act now lad that yin il be beyond us soon...F.ck! We could do wae Marcus here Vincent aye listened to him" "he's in pain the scent of blood is driving him mad!" Mal scanned the waste ground and picked up his old friend's anguish "think o it as puttin an animal outta its misery loon that's the only way" he avoided Jamie's eyes because his own would betray him too easily "how is it done Lorne let slip a few horror stories still that's Vikings for you" without warning the older vamp jumped and Jamie feared Vincent was trying to contact him "he's no dead loon neither's your man but they'll no be much help for a while" as they looked at each other Mal sent the message of agreement from Lorne "do it! And quickly before he destroys us all!"