So i recently discovered that people love my writing in RL, so im going to post a few here. The first is my third attempt at yaoi; its not the original as the original broke the rules. The second is another rendition of Seirait Atiel, a character I created some time ago. It contains quite a lot of violence and bloodshed. The third is an excerpt from the novel I'm working on. The scene is only in its second draft so its far from perfect but...it got most of my speech class horny when i read it so I thought I would share it.
WARNINGS: There is violence, yaoi, and emo vampires. The vampires do NOT sparkle... I can't make that any clearer...
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Gavin lay in his bed with the black sheets over his head. He laid there, crying his heart out. His wrists were bloody from the cuts he had slashed with a razor, a futile attempt to join his lost lover. Clasped to his chest was a picture of his partner, Alex. Nothing mattered to him anymore. All he cared for in this life was gone, taken from him in a car accident.
His pale cheeks were streaked with black from both eyeliner and hair. Beautiful green eyes were misted over from the tears and onyx nails wiped the streams away, smearing his eyes black. He lay there, wishing he had gone to the concert with Alex. Then he would not have to be here.
A tap on the window broke him from his suicidal thoughts.
“Go away!” he yelled, without care for who it might be.
“But I thought you would want to see me…”
The strangely melodic voice pierced through the glass and resonated in Gavin’s mind. He knew that voice. Throwing the sheets aside he looked out the window to find Alex crouched outside the window, in the same skinny jeans and band shirt Gavin last saw him in that morning. He threw the window up but could not say a word. After a few second he found the words to say.
“I thought you were dead.”
“I am dead.”
“Then how are you here?”
“Because I’ve been dead,” Alex answered as he climbed in and shut the window, the same as he did every night. “And look at you. You’ve been cutting yourself again. I’m surprised you’re not dead.” He took Gavin’s arm and began licking the blood off. Gavin ripped his arm away and looked at Alex with a wild look in the emerald jungles of his eyes.
“I was trying to kill myself. I couldn’t stand the thought of being without you. What do you mean by ‘you’ve been dead?’ And why are you licking my blood?”
With a flash, Alex had pinned Gavin against the wall by his hands and took another lick of Gavin’s still-flowing blood.
“Is it not obvious? Think of all the times we’ve laid together. Have you ever once heard my heart beat?” he sighed. “Think about it. What is the only answer that makes sense?” He paused again, licking the trailing blood from Gavin’s wrist.
The panic he had felt at Alex’s sudden appearance had been calmed. Despite the abnormality he could still feel the spark he shared with is partner; at least that had not changed. He looked into Alex’s red eyes and saw the same pained love he always had. Gavin relaxed. Whatever Alex was, he still loved him and Gavin’s love raged for Alex. It didn’t matter; Alex was back in Gavin’s life.
“So what if you’re a vampire? You’re my vampire.”
Alex was slightly astonished by how readily Gavin accepted the truth. Gavin took the chance to break free and threw himself on Alex, arms wrapped around his neck and lips firmly rooted to Alex’s. For only a split second Alex’s arms hung limply before he returned the embrace, breaking his own sealed lips to meet with Gavin.
It didn’t matter how long they were together, just that Alex was forced to break away, though their arms remained wrapped around each other.
“I told you I would never leave you. I said that we’d be together no matter what. How could you not believe me?”
“I thought it was just one of those things couples say to each other. I wanted it to be true but… now it doesn’t matter,” he said as he laid his head on Alex’s chest. “Now I know it’s true.”
“And I’m going to ensure that it stays true. I’m sorry Gavin. I said I would never hurt you but I’m about to…”
He let his finger drift down Gavin’s jaw before pushing him away slightly. Gavin looked up, a confused look on his face. Alex closed his eyes and opened his mouth, revealing the fangs Gavin had felt with his tongue for so long. Now they were sinking into his neck, a sharp pain eclipsed by a burning sensation. Slowly, consciousness left Gavin and he went limp in Alex’s arms.
Alex picked him up and carried his boyfriend to their bed. He stripped himself and Gavin of their clothes and lay down beside Gavin, holding him close, waiting for the final trace of warmth to leave him. Then they could be together forever.
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Seirait stood on the precipice, looking towards the main road. The wind blew across the sandstone formation, ruffling his coat yet refusing to touch the coarse black hair that hid his left eye. His arms were crossed with impatience and a sneer was playing on his lips, the contempt for his mark’s tardiness evident. He looked toward the sunset as the sun began to dip below the mountains. It would be dark soon and difficult to see and even more difficult to work in. In the distance a cloud of dust drew near along the main road.
“Finally,” he muttered. Jumping down from the sandstone outcropping, He looked back at the sunset to find the sun even smaller from below. ‘Going to have to make this quick…’ he thought as he raced toward his mark. The long shadows of evening, coupled with his black clothes, blended him in with the surroundings. His left forearm twitched, almost in anticipation. In reality it was only a reminder that that arm was near worthless.
As he neared the first carriage in the convoy he pulled out his Dancing Wolf, the silver blade catching the last remnants of the sunlight and casting them forward. The Carriage driver saw the glimmer in the distance and the convoy slowed in response. ‘Damn. They’ve seen me. No matter…’ he reminded himself. He didn’t earn his reputation name for failing at his missions.
He swung his blade in an arc and pulled the trigger, releasing the mechanism that held the blade together. The sword, now turned bladed whip, raced out to wrap around the first driver’s neck and torso. As he leapt to the top of the carriage he pulled the trigger again, retracting the whip to its sword state. Normally this would have been a simple and easy action, but wrapped around a person, it ripped the man into bloody chunks that splattered across the frontboard of the carriage.
The rest of the three cart convoy had stopped and there was the yelling of men to arm themselves. The carriage that Seirait stood on began to rock as it unloaded about four men. He jumped back down into the midst of the newcomers, riding one of their faces into the ground and shattering his skull in a merciful death. A quick kick downed the one closest to him and he quickly dispatched the other two in the same manner as the driver. The one he had kicked had regained his breath and looking into Seirait’s emotionless face he saw the red gleam that permeated the lustrous green eyes.
“G-get outta here! It’s the Demon Slicer!” he screamed, half hysterically. At the sound of his reputation name Seirait’s face lit up. “Really now? You would deny me the pleasure of rending your flesh from the bone? Such a pity.” He pointed his Dancing Wolf at the man’s heart and fired, piercing the breastbone and ripping the heart in two while it still beat. The sound of more men behind him made him smile for the first time in weeks. “More for the slaughter!” he yelled as he spun around, ripping his weapon from the heart of the man and wrapping it around the neck of one of the five newcomers to the fight. He yanked his weapon, severing the head from the body.
The guards trembled at the display but stood their ground, their own swords raised in a feeble attempt to defend themselves. Seirait merely laughed as he retracted his blade. “Not even a challenge for someone of my prowess.” Before the men could say anything Seirait had run forward and impaled one of the guards through the neck, leaving it attached by only a few strands of muscle. The other three circled around him, praying that one of them might be able to do something.
He spun again, punching the man to his right with his sword arm and pulling the trigger at the same time, sending the Dancing Wolf through the face of the middle guard. Ripping it out of the man’s face with another slashing arc he wrapped it around the third man and retracted it, shredding the major tendons and muscles of his chest and arms. The one he had punched took a shot at his back to find he was cutting air. “So close...” Seirait mocked before slitting his throat with the blade at the guard of the sword.
Seirait went straight to the middle carriage and ripped the door off its hinges to find a short fat man in fine silk robes and a royal chain of office strung about his neck. “Count Rudolphus, your time is at an end.” “No, no, no. Here I’ll give it to you. That will make things better right? If I just give you Mandokkir’s ring? Just please don’t kill me!” Rudolphus pleaded. He scrambled for a small wooden box and held it out to Seirait. “There. There’s the blasted ring. Now, please let me live Demon Slicer.”
Seirait opened the box to see the ring as described by Lord Mandokkir. He clapped the box shut and grabbed Rudolphus by the collar and dragged him out of the caravan. “No, what are you doing? Stop that! Put me down! We had a deal! You said you weren’t going to kill me!” he yelled as he struggled to get out of Seirait’s grip. Seirait pushed him forward. “The job was the kill you and take back the ring,” he said with a smile. The Dancing Wolf flew once more from below and ripped Rudolphus in half vertically.
The blood splattered on Seirait face and he licked his lips, catching droplets of blood. “One more for the demon,” he muttered. Job finished, the mercenary walked back towards Mandokkir’s castle.
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I leapt after her as he threw her limp body over the cliff’s edge. She was just out of my reach as we plummeted towards the surf. Somehow I took hold of her hand and pulled her close to my freezing frame. Her heartbeat was growing fainter, struggling to go on. I twisted in midair to find the Hunter, his lips curled back in a sneer. As he realized I was watching he began to laugh, a thunderous sound that matched the intensity of the storm.
I felt something then. A raging fury tempered by the despair of uselessness. I embraced Selena fiercer than before, hoping to protect her from the white waves below. It was something I hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. The something unfamiliar wracked my body. I didn’t know what it was but it was painful, far worse than the constant searing. It was something I shouldn’t be able to feel. It felt like something was being ripped from within me. I could not help but close my eyes and try to block the pain. And just like the instant it had appeared, it disappeared.
No longer were we falling. Selena’s head lay against my chest, ebony hair rustling constantly from an unseen breeze. The Hunter’s laugh had died and the icy rain still fell on us as we floated in midair. Out of the corner of my eye I saw faint black feathers rippling. I followed them and found the spectral raven’s wings were coming out of my back, keeping us afloat. We flew back to the ledge where we had fallen. The Hunter was gone and his scent had been washed away by the downpour.
Selena coughed, barely holding on. As soon as I touched down onto the rock my wings faded. I carried her over to one of the larger tree and laid her down where she was shielded from most of the rain. I fell to my knees as I watched her fade. Her heart was slowing to nothing. She reached for my hand as her strength began to fail. I clasped in my own just as her breathing began increasing in labor.
“I’m happy…I could be with you…in my final hour...even if it’s not…the death I wanted…” she said haltingly.
Looking into the green eyes I may never see again my mind began to race. I didn’t want her to die; I wanted to save her. There was only one thing I could do and she might hate me afterward but I couldn’t let her go. The frozen shards of my heart called out to her.
“Do you trust me Selena?”
“What do you…mean?”
“I can save you but…you might not want what will happen…”I looked into the distance as I said this, afraid to look at her face. I turned back.
“Do you trust me?” I asked again.
“I don’t care…just let me…stay,” she said seemingly breaths away from death.
I leaned down, lips hovering above the pulsing vein in her neck calling out to me. I bit down into the flesh as what could have been her final breath escaped her. The tantalizing taste of her blood was everything that it smelled of. I was pushed to devour every drop that her frail human body could give but I couldn’t. I had to save her; I loved her. Injecting my own venomblood into her bloodstream, I pulled away and covered the punctures with two fingers to make sure it stayed. The venomblood sealed the wound almost instantly and began coursing through her.
I licked the last remnants of her blood off my fingertips and sat down beside her, cradling her in my arms with my lips against hers in an eternal kiss.
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Umm...Personal Notes: I've been thinking about changing the last one to third person. So in your replies could you tell me your thoughts on that?
WARNINGS: There is violence, yaoi, and emo vampires. The vampires do NOT sparkle... I can't make that any clearer...
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Gavin lay in his bed with the black sheets over his head. He laid there, crying his heart out. His wrists were bloody from the cuts he had slashed with a razor, a futile attempt to join his lost lover. Clasped to his chest was a picture of his partner, Alex. Nothing mattered to him anymore. All he cared for in this life was gone, taken from him in a car accident.
His pale cheeks were streaked with black from both eyeliner and hair. Beautiful green eyes were misted over from the tears and onyx nails wiped the streams away, smearing his eyes black. He lay there, wishing he had gone to the concert with Alex. Then he would not have to be here.
A tap on the window broke him from his suicidal thoughts.
“Go away!” he yelled, without care for who it might be.
“But I thought you would want to see me…”
The strangely melodic voice pierced through the glass and resonated in Gavin’s mind. He knew that voice. Throwing the sheets aside he looked out the window to find Alex crouched outside the window, in the same skinny jeans and band shirt Gavin last saw him in that morning. He threw the window up but could not say a word. After a few second he found the words to say.
“I thought you were dead.”
“I am dead.”
“Then how are you here?”
“Because I’ve been dead,” Alex answered as he climbed in and shut the window, the same as he did every night. “And look at you. You’ve been cutting yourself again. I’m surprised you’re not dead.” He took Gavin’s arm and began licking the blood off. Gavin ripped his arm away and looked at Alex with a wild look in the emerald jungles of his eyes.
“I was trying to kill myself. I couldn’t stand the thought of being without you. What do you mean by ‘you’ve been dead?’ And why are you licking my blood?”
With a flash, Alex had pinned Gavin against the wall by his hands and took another lick of Gavin’s still-flowing blood.
“Is it not obvious? Think of all the times we’ve laid together. Have you ever once heard my heart beat?” he sighed. “Think about it. What is the only answer that makes sense?” He paused again, licking the trailing blood from Gavin’s wrist.
The panic he had felt at Alex’s sudden appearance had been calmed. Despite the abnormality he could still feel the spark he shared with is partner; at least that had not changed. He looked into Alex’s red eyes and saw the same pained love he always had. Gavin relaxed. Whatever Alex was, he still loved him and Gavin’s love raged for Alex. It didn’t matter; Alex was back in Gavin’s life.
“So what if you’re a vampire? You’re my vampire.”
Alex was slightly astonished by how readily Gavin accepted the truth. Gavin took the chance to break free and threw himself on Alex, arms wrapped around his neck and lips firmly rooted to Alex’s. For only a split second Alex’s arms hung limply before he returned the embrace, breaking his own sealed lips to meet with Gavin.
It didn’t matter how long they were together, just that Alex was forced to break away, though their arms remained wrapped around each other.
“I told you I would never leave you. I said that we’d be together no matter what. How could you not believe me?”
“I thought it was just one of those things couples say to each other. I wanted it to be true but… now it doesn’t matter,” he said as he laid his head on Alex’s chest. “Now I know it’s true.”
“And I’m going to ensure that it stays true. I’m sorry Gavin. I said I would never hurt you but I’m about to…”
He let his finger drift down Gavin’s jaw before pushing him away slightly. Gavin looked up, a confused look on his face. Alex closed his eyes and opened his mouth, revealing the fangs Gavin had felt with his tongue for so long. Now they were sinking into his neck, a sharp pain eclipsed by a burning sensation. Slowly, consciousness left Gavin and he went limp in Alex’s arms.
Alex picked him up and carried his boyfriend to their bed. He stripped himself and Gavin of their clothes and lay down beside Gavin, holding him close, waiting for the final trace of warmth to leave him. Then they could be together forever.
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Seirait stood on the precipice, looking towards the main road. The wind blew across the sandstone formation, ruffling his coat yet refusing to touch the coarse black hair that hid his left eye. His arms were crossed with impatience and a sneer was playing on his lips, the contempt for his mark’s tardiness evident. He looked toward the sunset as the sun began to dip below the mountains. It would be dark soon and difficult to see and even more difficult to work in. In the distance a cloud of dust drew near along the main road.
“Finally,” he muttered. Jumping down from the sandstone outcropping, He looked back at the sunset to find the sun even smaller from below. ‘Going to have to make this quick…’ he thought as he raced toward his mark. The long shadows of evening, coupled with his black clothes, blended him in with the surroundings. His left forearm twitched, almost in anticipation. In reality it was only a reminder that that arm was near worthless.
As he neared the first carriage in the convoy he pulled out his Dancing Wolf, the silver blade catching the last remnants of the sunlight and casting them forward. The Carriage driver saw the glimmer in the distance and the convoy slowed in response. ‘Damn. They’ve seen me. No matter…’ he reminded himself. He didn’t earn his reputation name for failing at his missions.
He swung his blade in an arc and pulled the trigger, releasing the mechanism that held the blade together. The sword, now turned bladed whip, raced out to wrap around the first driver’s neck and torso. As he leapt to the top of the carriage he pulled the trigger again, retracting the whip to its sword state. Normally this would have been a simple and easy action, but wrapped around a person, it ripped the man into bloody chunks that splattered across the frontboard of the carriage.
The rest of the three cart convoy had stopped and there was the yelling of men to arm themselves. The carriage that Seirait stood on began to rock as it unloaded about four men. He jumped back down into the midst of the newcomers, riding one of their faces into the ground and shattering his skull in a merciful death. A quick kick downed the one closest to him and he quickly dispatched the other two in the same manner as the driver. The one he had kicked had regained his breath and looking into Seirait’s emotionless face he saw the red gleam that permeated the lustrous green eyes.
“G-get outta here! It’s the Demon Slicer!” he screamed, half hysterically. At the sound of his reputation name Seirait’s face lit up. “Really now? You would deny me the pleasure of rending your flesh from the bone? Such a pity.” He pointed his Dancing Wolf at the man’s heart and fired, piercing the breastbone and ripping the heart in two while it still beat. The sound of more men behind him made him smile for the first time in weeks. “More for the slaughter!” he yelled as he spun around, ripping his weapon from the heart of the man and wrapping it around the neck of one of the five newcomers to the fight. He yanked his weapon, severing the head from the body.
The guards trembled at the display but stood their ground, their own swords raised in a feeble attempt to defend themselves. Seirait merely laughed as he retracted his blade. “Not even a challenge for someone of my prowess.” Before the men could say anything Seirait had run forward and impaled one of the guards through the neck, leaving it attached by only a few strands of muscle. The other three circled around him, praying that one of them might be able to do something.
He spun again, punching the man to his right with his sword arm and pulling the trigger at the same time, sending the Dancing Wolf through the face of the middle guard. Ripping it out of the man’s face with another slashing arc he wrapped it around the third man and retracted it, shredding the major tendons and muscles of his chest and arms. The one he had punched took a shot at his back to find he was cutting air. “So close...” Seirait mocked before slitting his throat with the blade at the guard of the sword.
Seirait went straight to the middle carriage and ripped the door off its hinges to find a short fat man in fine silk robes and a royal chain of office strung about his neck. “Count Rudolphus, your time is at an end.” “No, no, no. Here I’ll give it to you. That will make things better right? If I just give you Mandokkir’s ring? Just please don’t kill me!” Rudolphus pleaded. He scrambled for a small wooden box and held it out to Seirait. “There. There’s the blasted ring. Now, please let me live Demon Slicer.”
Seirait opened the box to see the ring as described by Lord Mandokkir. He clapped the box shut and grabbed Rudolphus by the collar and dragged him out of the caravan. “No, what are you doing? Stop that! Put me down! We had a deal! You said you weren’t going to kill me!” he yelled as he struggled to get out of Seirait’s grip. Seirait pushed him forward. “The job was the kill you and take back the ring,” he said with a smile. The Dancing Wolf flew once more from below and ripped Rudolphus in half vertically.
The blood splattered on Seirait face and he licked his lips, catching droplets of blood. “One more for the demon,” he muttered. Job finished, the mercenary walked back towards Mandokkir’s castle.
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I leapt after her as he threw her limp body over the cliff’s edge. She was just out of my reach as we plummeted towards the surf. Somehow I took hold of her hand and pulled her close to my freezing frame. Her heartbeat was growing fainter, struggling to go on. I twisted in midair to find the Hunter, his lips curled back in a sneer. As he realized I was watching he began to laugh, a thunderous sound that matched the intensity of the storm.
I felt something then. A raging fury tempered by the despair of uselessness. I embraced Selena fiercer than before, hoping to protect her from the white waves below. It was something I hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. The something unfamiliar wracked my body. I didn’t know what it was but it was painful, far worse than the constant searing. It was something I shouldn’t be able to feel. It felt like something was being ripped from within me. I could not help but close my eyes and try to block the pain. And just like the instant it had appeared, it disappeared.
No longer were we falling. Selena’s head lay against my chest, ebony hair rustling constantly from an unseen breeze. The Hunter’s laugh had died and the icy rain still fell on us as we floated in midair. Out of the corner of my eye I saw faint black feathers rippling. I followed them and found the spectral raven’s wings were coming out of my back, keeping us afloat. We flew back to the ledge where we had fallen. The Hunter was gone and his scent had been washed away by the downpour.
Selena coughed, barely holding on. As soon as I touched down onto the rock my wings faded. I carried her over to one of the larger tree and laid her down where she was shielded from most of the rain. I fell to my knees as I watched her fade. Her heart was slowing to nothing. She reached for my hand as her strength began to fail. I clasped in my own just as her breathing began increasing in labor.
“I’m happy…I could be with you…in my final hour...even if it’s not…the death I wanted…” she said haltingly.
Looking into the green eyes I may never see again my mind began to race. I didn’t want her to die; I wanted to save her. There was only one thing I could do and she might hate me afterward but I couldn’t let her go. The frozen shards of my heart called out to her.
“Do you trust me Selena?”
“What do you…mean?”
“I can save you but…you might not want what will happen…”I looked into the distance as I said this, afraid to look at her face. I turned back.
“Do you trust me?” I asked again.
“I don’t care…just let me…stay,” she said seemingly breaths away from death.
I leaned down, lips hovering above the pulsing vein in her neck calling out to me. I bit down into the flesh as what could have been her final breath escaped her. The tantalizing taste of her blood was everything that it smelled of. I was pushed to devour every drop that her frail human body could give but I couldn’t. I had to save her; I loved her. Injecting my own venomblood into her bloodstream, I pulled away and covered the punctures with two fingers to make sure it stayed. The venomblood sealed the wound almost instantly and began coursing through her.
I licked the last remnants of her blood off my fingertips and sat down beside her, cradling her in my arms with my lips against hers in an eternal kiss.
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Umm...Personal Notes: I've been thinking about changing the last one to third person. So in your replies could you tell me your thoughts on that?
