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Full Summary: He’d committed a horrible crime. He was able to run from his past, but the story of his punishment is just the beginning. His brother is out for revenge and soon he will find out that blood is thicker than tears. This is a seven part series of ficlets about Kristopher, his lover Theo, and Kris’s murderous brother Gabriel.
Author’s Notes: READ THIS BEFORE STARTING STORY!! The chapters in this story are arranged so that it jumps from year to year. It might be a little confusing and I apologize in advance if it is; that’s just how I wrote it. Also there is SLASH (boy/boy) in this story so if you are uncomfortable with it in any way please leave now. I hope you enjoy it and review please!
Spring 1991:
The agony was blinding. It was ripping his soul and thrusting him to the very edge of life. There was nothing to hold onto, nothing to anchor him to this world. He was slowly slipping away, slowly letting himself go to the Darkness. He was looking, searching for something to eradicate the pain. It was excruciating and it tore him apart.
He could not hear his own screams. He could not see, he could not breath, he could not move. He was not aware of anything but the pain, the excruciating pain. He knew nothing but the agony gripping him in its deadly grasp. He could not do anything but let the Darkness consume him and Death claim him.
Kristopher Soren shot up in bed, instantly awake. He jumped quickly from the bed and ran to the bathroom, where he started to vomit blood. His chest heaved and tears ran down his face from the strain of almost literally puking his guts out. ‘What is happening to me?’ he thought absently as another bloody bout assailed him. After what seemed like hours his stomach finally settled down. He flushed the blood filled toilet and stood on shaky legs. He we breathing heavily and the coppery tang of blood still lingered in his mouth. Kristopher took a trembling breath and turned on the faucet. Splashing some water in his face he glanced at the mirror. With a jolt he realized how pale he had gotten.
Kristopher sighed. This had been the fourth day he had woken up like this. He didn’t know what was happening to him. He had shrugged it off long enough. It was time to see a doctor.
Quickly he went back to his room. He pulled out a green button-up shirt and black Levi’s from his closet. Last he pulled on a pair of All Star high tops. They were normally his clubbing clothes, but sometimes he would wear them to school or some such as he was particularly fond of them. In fact they were the clothes he had worn about four nights ago. Yes, that night’s fuck buddy had left him with quite a few hickies, not to mention a sore ass the morning after. Kristopher smirked as he recalled the night’s events. It also puzzled him. The morning after had been the first morning he had started vomiting blood. ‘Must have gotten some sort of bug’ he had thought at the time.
Kristopher mused over this as he headed towards the front door. He unconsciously hesitated as his hand reached for the handle. It was like his instincts were telling him to back away, just back away and go straight back to the warmth of his bed. But he did not listen and grasped the handle. It was ridiculous really. Ever since his mother had found him on the bathroom floor sitting in a pool of his own blood, she had kept him holed up in his bedroom, fussing and fussing that he looked like death warmed over. She wouldn’t let him outside for anything.
Kristopher had grown used to the darkness in the gloomy house; for his mother had closed all of the curtains. Not one sliver of daylight came through. Most would think her actions unusual, and in truth they were. But Kristopher had always harbored a suspicion that his mother was slightly, if not totally, insane.
So now that he was finally going outside, he hesitated. He pondered over his mother’s actions, and wondered her reasons for doing so. Was it really just the madness coming through, or did she know something, something terrible? It was beyond odd that she would not let Kristopher in sunlight.
Blinking himself out of his thoughts Kristopher turned the door handle. At the first ray of light that touched his skin came an intense burning. He quickly slammed the door shut. He gritted his teeth in an effort not to scream, but small whimpers made their way out. His other hand grasped his arm, as if trying to push away the already ebbing pain. He opened tear-blurred eyes and blinked, looking down at an angry red mark slashed across his skin. It looked ghastly. Parts showed a red, stringy texture as if the very skin had melted. And he was appalled to see black sections of completely charred skin.
Then something uncanny happened. The burn began to heal itself. It was as if his skin was re-stitching itself. Kristopher’s breath quickened and his heart started to pound in his chest. He felt like a caged tiger. Like he didn’t know where he was or how he had gotten there or what was going to happen to him. Dimly, he was aware of the ground swaying in front of his face before blackness engulfed him.
His eyes were closing, when he smelt It. It was something that made his nose twitch and his teeth ache. It was the sweetest scent he had ever had had the pleasure of smelling.
Cautiously he slipped from the bed and headed for the door. The scent got stronger with each step and his vision started to have a red tint to it. At the front door he found something that both scared him and drove him onward. A trail of blood heading outside. He wasn’t even aware he had moved until the warm night air hit his face. He looked around, the green of his eyes hidden by the black of his pupils, his canine teeth elongated and sharp as fangs. They were fangs he realized as he ran his tongue over them.
Going on instinct, he tipped his head back and sniffed the air. He could smell rich blood and nothing nor, no one could stop him from getting it.
That night passed in a blur of darkness and blood and screams. Kristopher didn’t just kill; he hunted. It was in that night that he knew. He knew that he was changed, forever.
-TBC-