Author: LadyDraco917 PM
A story about forbidden love between a youth and the fallen. It begins in New York in the summer time. The prefect summer. The perfect love. But nothing is truly perfect and happiness seldom lasts.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 2 - Words: 5,819 - Reviews: 3 - Updated: 05-01-05 - Published: 01-09-05 - id: 1804029
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By: The Lady Draco and Appassionata
Rating/Warnings: PG 13 (R in later chapters). A story of two lovers, mild language, and explicit content, allusions to insanity, and homosexuality. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONS DO NOT READ THIS STORY. THANK YOU. Any intolerance to said relationships will not be tolerated by the authors of this story. We will hunt you down and engage you in moral debate.
Summary: The prologue to a story about forbidden love between a youth and the fallen. It begins in New York in the summer time. The prefect summer. The perfect love. But nothing is truly perfect and happiness seldom lasts. And what is the mystery behind Gabriel's cross?
Prologue: The Anniversary
"Do you like it?" Gabriel asked.
"It's beautiful." Stephen breathed in awe. It was an ornately carved silver cross with a medium sized garnet inlaid at the very center, dangling from a thick, woven chain.
"Here," Gabriel said picking up the cross, "let me put it on you." He picked the chain up with his artistic fingers and moved behind Stephen. Stephen felt the weight of the cross settle comfortably on the middle of his chest. Gabriel moved into view again and gazed at him lovingly.
"Just as I thought," Gabriel admired, "it looks wonderful on you."
Stephen picked up the cross, taking a closer look at its beauty. The garnet seemed impossibly deep and brilliant, as though it weren't a stone at all.
"I'll never take it off." Stephen vowed.
"Good." Gabriel smiled sweetly then suddenly very serious, "Stephen, if you're ever in trouble, break the cross and I will come to you. It is very important that you remember to always keep it with you. But only break it if you are in real danger. Do you understand?"
Stephen nodded, but his mind was swimming with the strange things that Gabriel had just said and the severity of his tone. What would breaking the cross do? And how would Gabriel find him anyway? And wait…what danger?!
"Well," Gabriel interrupted Stephen's thoughts, "tonight is your night. I promised you anything you wanted."
"You, of course. You're all I've ever wanted. Ever could want."
"Right here in the street?" Gabriel countered raising a delicate eyebrow, "If you want." Gabriel wrapped an arm around Stephen's waist.
"Nooooo! Not here! You pervert!"
Gabriel looked at him perplexedly, "Well, where then? I swear you can never make up your mind…such indecisive boy."
"What about your place?" Stephen asked, "I've never been to your house."
"Well, that's because I don't have one."
"Hey," Stephen whined, "you said I get whatever I want. Well, I want to go to your house."
"Petulant child." Gabriel said as he leaned in to kiss Stephen gently.
"Condescending bastard." Stephen turned his head away.
Gabriel groaned and said, "I already told you, I don't have a house. So, you'll just have to settle for your own."
"Well, as far as settling goes, I think I got my way."
They both rose from their chairs in the crowded café, leaving half-drunken cups of cappuccino behind. Stephen led the way to his motorcycle, throwing a helmet to Gabriel before securing his own. He straddled the bike and put the key in the ignition, realizing that Gabriel was not seated behind him he turned to see what the hold up was. Gabriel was standing there holding the helmet with a puzzled look on his face.
"What?" Stephen asked.
"Couldn't I just walk?"
"Walk?!" Stephen demanded in surprise, "But my house is like ten miles away. That would take you an hour and a half at least, and that's if you walked fast."
"I bet I could beat you there. Besides," Gabriel said pointing to the motorcycle, "I hate that thing. It's loud and slow and smells just awful."
"Now who's being the petulant child?" Stephen remarked sarcastically.
"And now look who's being the condescending bastard." Gabriel quipped.
"Just get on the damn bike."
"If I must," Gabriel conceded, "But I'm not wearing this…thing."
"Alright, but it's your funeral if we crash. Now, get on and let's go already."
"Are you trying to kill me?"
"No, I'm trying to fuck you but you're standing here talking and I'm losing valuable time." Stephen said with a coy smile.
"Well, in that case…" Gabriel got on behind Stephen and they sped off into the night.