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Bad Blood Part III
Oct. 11th, 2010 07:03 pmTitle: Bad Blood Part III
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: R
Summary: AU. Matt and Dom are vampires with a complicated relationship. "I love him and I hate him, I need him and I need to get away from him."
Feedback: Oh yeah, right there, don't stop......
Disclaimer: This never happened. This isn't real. Nothing is real. The Matrix has you all.
Warning: Violence
1960:
"Stop it, Ray! He's had enough! For God's sake, you're going to kill him!"
I'm trying to crawl away but why am I wasting my time? My eyes are already swelling shut, I can't see where I'm going and they've really gone to town on my hands, crushing my fingers and breaking my wrists, so I'm trying to support myself on my elbows. I'm just creeping around in a circle, but still I try.
I hear the one called Ray, the one that started it all, sounding out of breath. "Don't tell me what to do. I'll say when he's had enough. Little Limey faggot, thinks he can ruin my suit, get me kicked out of my favourite bar and get away with it, I'll say when he's had enough."
He kicks me and pain flares in my back, a white-hot agony like nothing I've ever felt before. Then it ebbs away, to be replaced by ... nothing. Everything below the waist goes dead and, even if I live through this night, something that's looking less and less likely with every passing minute, I know I'll never walk again.
"What are you looking at?" Ray again, but who is he talking to?
"Oh, nothing much." A new voice. "Just two cowardly pieces of shit beating up a helpless man in an alley."
"What are you going to do about it? You think you can takes us both on?"
No fear in the stranger's voice. "I know I can."
I'm quickly forgotten as they attack this fresh victim. I hear scuffling sounds and cries of pain, then Ray again. He doesn't sound so tough now: he's screaming like a little girl. I can't see what's going on, but I take a savage pleasure in the sound.
Serves you right, you bastard. Yes, I spilled your drink, it was an accident. I apologized and I bought you another one. I even offered to have your suit cleaned but that wasn't good enough for you, was it? Now look at this, just look. I'll never work again, I'll never walk again. I thought things would change when I got to America, but nothing did. The bullies just have different accents here.
A foot digs into my ribs and turns me on my back. I don't know what's happened, but the stranger is talking to me now. "Still alive, I see. Now, what should I do with you, I wonder?" I raise my wrecked hands in a silent plea. Help me and, if you can't help me, then kill me. But don't leave me like this, please.
His footsteps fade as he walks away. No, don't leave me! Then he changes his mind; he returns and I feel his hands grip my shoulders, pulling me into a sitting position. "I don't even know if this will work. But what have you got to lose?" His teeth are on my neck, then in my neck. It hurts, but the pain doesn't matter. Everything seems far away and unimportant as he clings to me, bleeding the life out of me.
He releases me and pulls my head forward. "Drink." Mindlessly, I obey. And, just as felt myself fading away a moment ago, I now feel myself coming back to life. The feeling returns to my legs, my hands don't hurt anymore. My senses reawaken and I'm suddenly aware of just what it is I'm doing: my mouth is pressed against an open wound on the stranger's wrist and I'm drinking his blood. I'm drinking him. The idea doesn't revolt me, no, not at all. Right now, it seems like the most natural thing in the world.
He pulls his wrist away and, ignoring my whines of protest, drags me up and sets me on my feet. I take a couple of steps, everything seems to be in working order. I flex my hands experimentally - good as new. I stare at my saviour. "You healed me. How? How is this possible?"
"Not healed, changed. I took your old life away and gave you a new one, a better one."
"Better?" I'm confused. "I don't understand."
"Not yet, but you will. I'll teach you everything you need to know." He kicks one of the bodies lying on the ground. Strange though it may seem, I'd almost forgotten about them. "But I'll tell you one thing right now: this will never happen again. The next time someone tries to hurt you, it'll end like this, with you on your feet and them on the ground."
He grabs my chin and leans in for a closer look. "Wait a minute, I know you. Don't you play piano in that bar up the street?"
"Yes, I do."
"I knew I'd seen you before. Your name's Michael, Martin, something like that?"
"Matthew."
"I knew it began with an M." He holds out a hand. "I'm Dominic."
I ignore the hand as I throw my arms around him. I don't know what he is or how he did these things and I don't care. He saved my life and that's enough for me. I press a quick kiss to his lips before pulling back abruptly. Oh, I shouldn't have done that, I bet he's not -
My thoughts cut off as he presses me against the wall and kisses me deeply. I close my eyes in relief and relax into it. When he breaks the kiss he rests his forehead against mine for a couple of seconds before taking my hand and pulling me towards the street. "Come on. It's still early, and you've got so much to learn. But that's okay, we've got plenty of time."
"We do?"
"Yes, all the time in the world."
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: R
Summary: AU. Matt and Dom are vampires with a complicated relationship. "I love him and I hate him, I need him and I need to get away from him."
Feedback: Oh yeah, right there, don't stop......
Disclaimer: This never happened. This isn't real. Nothing is real. The Matrix has you all.
Warning: Violence
1960:
"Stop it, Ray! He's had enough! For God's sake, you're going to kill him!"
I'm trying to crawl away but why am I wasting my time? My eyes are already swelling shut, I can't see where I'm going and they've really gone to town on my hands, crushing my fingers and breaking my wrists, so I'm trying to support myself on my elbows. I'm just creeping around in a circle, but still I try.
I hear the one called Ray, the one that started it all, sounding out of breath. "Don't tell me what to do. I'll say when he's had enough. Little Limey faggot, thinks he can ruin my suit, get me kicked out of my favourite bar and get away with it, I'll say when he's had enough."
He kicks me and pain flares in my back, a white-hot agony like nothing I've ever felt before. Then it ebbs away, to be replaced by ... nothing. Everything below the waist goes dead and, even if I live through this night, something that's looking less and less likely with every passing minute, I know I'll never walk again.
"What are you looking at?" Ray again, but who is he talking to?
"Oh, nothing much." A new voice. "Just two cowardly pieces of shit beating up a helpless man in an alley."
"What are you going to do about it? You think you can takes us both on?"
No fear in the stranger's voice. "I know I can."
I'm quickly forgotten as they attack this fresh victim. I hear scuffling sounds and cries of pain, then Ray again. He doesn't sound so tough now: he's screaming like a little girl. I can't see what's going on, but I take a savage pleasure in the sound.
Serves you right, you bastard. Yes, I spilled your drink, it was an accident. I apologized and I bought you another one. I even offered to have your suit cleaned but that wasn't good enough for you, was it? Now look at this, just look. I'll never work again, I'll never walk again. I thought things would change when I got to America, but nothing did. The bullies just have different accents here.
A foot digs into my ribs and turns me on my back. I don't know what's happened, but the stranger is talking to me now. "Still alive, I see. Now, what should I do with you, I wonder?" I raise my wrecked hands in a silent plea. Help me and, if you can't help me, then kill me. But don't leave me like this, please.
His footsteps fade as he walks away. No, don't leave me! Then he changes his mind; he returns and I feel his hands grip my shoulders, pulling me into a sitting position. "I don't even know if this will work. But what have you got to lose?" His teeth are on my neck, then in my neck. It hurts, but the pain doesn't matter. Everything seems far away and unimportant as he clings to me, bleeding the life out of me.
He releases me and pulls my head forward. "Drink." Mindlessly, I obey. And, just as felt myself fading away a moment ago, I now feel myself coming back to life. The feeling returns to my legs, my hands don't hurt anymore. My senses reawaken and I'm suddenly aware of just what it is I'm doing: my mouth is pressed against an open wound on the stranger's wrist and I'm drinking his blood. I'm drinking him. The idea doesn't revolt me, no, not at all. Right now, it seems like the most natural thing in the world.
He pulls his wrist away and, ignoring my whines of protest, drags me up and sets me on my feet. I take a couple of steps, everything seems to be in working order. I flex my hands experimentally - good as new. I stare at my saviour. "You healed me. How? How is this possible?"
"Not healed, changed. I took your old life away and gave you a new one, a better one."
"Better?" I'm confused. "I don't understand."
"Not yet, but you will. I'll teach you everything you need to know." He kicks one of the bodies lying on the ground. Strange though it may seem, I'd almost forgotten about them. "But I'll tell you one thing right now: this will never happen again. The next time someone tries to hurt you, it'll end like this, with you on your feet and them on the ground."
He grabs my chin and leans in for a closer look. "Wait a minute, I know you. Don't you play piano in that bar up the street?"
"Yes, I do."
"I knew I'd seen you before. Your name's Michael, Martin, something like that?"
"Matthew."
"I knew it began with an M." He holds out a hand. "I'm Dominic."
I ignore the hand as I throw my arms around him. I don't know what he is or how he did these things and I don't care. He saved my life and that's enough for me. I press a quick kiss to his lips before pulling back abruptly. Oh, I shouldn't have done that, I bet he's not -
My thoughts cut off as he presses me against the wall and kisses me deeply. I close my eyes in relief and relax into it. When he breaks the kiss he rests his forehead against mine for a couple of seconds before taking my hand and pulling me towards the street. "Come on. It's still early, and you've got so much to learn. But that's okay, we've got plenty of time."
"We do?"
"Yes, all the time in the world."
