This is my very first story :3 if it's well liked I will continue if not I'll do something else. This fits into a few categories (nonhuman, sci fi, horror, gay, and bisexual) There isn't much sex in the start but I will get there. If anyone has suggestions I will be glad for them ^_^. Icy
*Note I did the editing myself sorry if anything is off
*Another note, most of my chars are the same in most stories but this one is just a random story and normally Virgil and Thistle are best friends from birth... so this is an exception
*Random note if anyone has heard the song Wicked Games by H.I.M. that how I hear Virgil and Thistle seems to be Stone Sour
----Virgil----
"It's cold" I muttered to myself. "Why did I get myself into this in the first place?" I paced back and forth in an attempt to keep warm. I looked to the door and sighed, it wasn't going to open for me anytime soon. Yet, even though I knew this I still walked over there and tried to open it, locked like the last hundred times I tried. I sighed and went on pacing in a circle. Suddenly the door opened, I stopped in my tracks and stared at the door
"Prisoner, you got a cell mate" He kicked a young man with green hair so dark it was almost black onto the floor and threw a small bag of food to me. "Luck this one's a strange one." He said sneering.
"Who is he?" I asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" He said and slammed the door. I walked over to the man and squatted down next to him. I prodded him, he stirred but didn't wake. I walked over to the pile of straw that was my bed and opened the bag; there are two small pieces of bread, two things of water, and a small hunk of cheese. I took out one of the bread hunks it was long stale but it would help, I took a bite, it's as dry as I thought it was, but it will have to do it thought to myself. The man was still out cold; I finished off my hunk of bread and took a swig of water. I heard the man sigh and grumble something as he shifted around. He slowly sat up mumbling nonsense, he looked around, clearly dazed, he looked at me and made a face that was of confusion.
"Who are you?" he mumbled
"I could ask you the same thing" I said, he had a deepish almost raspy voice.
"I'm Thistle, who are you?" He asked standing up, "and where am I?" He mumbled looking around.
"I'm Virgil, and this is a jail cell" I said.
"What town is it?" He asked.
"Can't remember I was knocked out when they brought me here like you" I said thinking back to six months ago when I was put in here. "So what'd you do to get here?" I asked
"Eh, a guy was messing with a few girls, no one would help the girls cause the guy was big, he threatened the girls and it pissed me off so I fought the guy and won, someone there, most likely his buddy, said I pulled a knife, didn't though," he said getting a mad look on his face "I think the guy deserved more but there where to many people around."
I sighed "I can't remember why I'm here I was hit hard over the head and that's
all I remember" I said "And the guards wouldn't tell me."
He nodded and looked around "so where do I sleep?" He asked
"Just pile some of the straw on the ground and use it as a bed, that's what I did." I said.
He sighed "Thanks, I guess we're cell mates now, huh?" He said, "Well
I guess we'll get to know each other well."
"Ya" I said looking at him feeling my hunger rise, he wouldn't last long, for me food wasn't much use, it just took the edge off, I needed blood and soon, the good thing about being what I was is that I can live without blood for up to about 8 or 9 months, I was almost on what should be my 7th month and I was getting irritated.
My mother was a vampire of a high blood line that are as immune to the sun as humans are, sadly she died trying to give birth to my twin brother whom was born dead. My father, a powerful demon called a death dealer, blames me and my brother for her death and refused to father me so I was raised by his father, my grandfather of the demon line Jett, and my great grandfather of my mother's side Vincent Sulker (who is the master vampire). Sadly I never managed to finish my training, making me vulnerable to flashes of incredible rage and lust, that both of them have mastered, being only 22 I haven't had nearly as much time as Vincent. Given he is somewhere around 3500 years old I look like a dot to him, even to Jett who is a good 2500 years old at the very least. I sat down I could feel the hunger building, I knew it was a matter of hours maybe minutes, hell it could even be seconds at this rate. Sitting there I had my hands on my head squeezing it, I could feel him looking at me. I felt my fangs elongate, I grew angry at his staring for no reason, I knew I shouldn't be upset and that I was enraged for no reason but that's how it started. This was why I was here.
"Calm down," he said, I can tell he's against the wall, I feel my nails grow black and lengthen to about the length of my fingers, my body was quivering uncontrollably, my ears grew and tapered off to a point, my eyes went from silver to a strange reversed look where the pupils are white, the iris is grey, and the whites of the eye are black (referred to as the eyes of death), I snarl as my black wings and tail ripped free, my body screamed to attack him, looking up I saw he was nervous but not terrified as others always are.
"Calm down, I'll give you blood but you can't kill me ok?" He said. "Come here but no jumping at me or I'm gonna have to knock you out ok?"
I could feel my mind being forced back by both the beast within me I fought with them trying to take back control. I lunged, the demon won and the vampire took over.
-----Thistle-----
He lunged at me, I could tell he was fighting the vampire in him. Vlad had that same look once after a fight with a mass of bandits and my father quenched his thirst using the blood of the fairy to heal himself as Vlad fed. Virgil looked a lot like him, I thought even as he lunged at me. I'm glad I had trained with Vlad's only live child Ace, it was said Vlad had a girl but she died a year after I was born I never met her, not that I would remember her if I had. Leaping back I grabbed his neck, feeling the snarl I suppress a shudder. He's deep in a rage it has to have been sometime since he's feed, I thought, crap this could be bad.
"Stop, I don't want to have to hurt you." I said pushing him away. He looks up, baring his teeth, gasping I realize he's long gone. The sound of his snarl wormed its way into my mind, gasping I back away, Vlad had never snarled or looked like that, this guy wasn't all vampire, he's something else, even in the dim light I could see his tail whipped back and forth the arrow tip scratching into the wall with each swing. Jumping back as he lunged forward I hit the wall and cry out, this isn't good, I drop to the ground when he jumped at me again, looking up from the floor he looks down at me and drops onto me, I feel all my resolve not to scream fail as I shriek uncontrollably in terror, we wrestle on the floor, me for my life and him for my blood. After what feels like forever he is on top of me, pinning me.
There's no other choice I let my fairy/elven blood show, my ears go to look like Virgil's only longer, glassy wings sprout from my back, they're curved and pointed in my terror though normally they're like dragonfly wings, my teeth sharpen and lengthen, they're shorter than his but still to long for a human, my nails sharpen but stay the same length. Thrashing back and forth is likely the only reason I'm still alive, I think to myself as I continue thrashing. My thoughts go to my seeds left in the lining of my pants (which was all they left me with) Virgil's arms and legs, pulling him up in the air I crawl out from under him as fast as I can, panting I look up at him, he was past mad, he was furious. As he struggled against the vines I slump against the wall, panting.
"Geez you're not a vampire are you? You're somethin' else." I say looking at him. With a gesture of my hand a small vine grows and grabs hold of Virgil, another gesture and it moves him into something of a standing position. He thrashes, or tries to, against the plant. Walking up to him I let my magic float to my hands, a touch to his forehead causes him to pass out. I lower him to the ground and stand over him and squat down by his head. Picking up his clawed hands I make a small cut on my wrist and put it over his mouth, gasping when he bit down unconsciously, my other hand ready to knock him back out if he were to wake. After he feeds enough to make me a bit dizzy from healing myself and feeding him I stop and lay down letting the vines hold him down as I slept.
