Dream of blood 5
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szarabasjkaTitle: Dream of Blood *thou I'm working on a better tittle
Author: Szarabasjka
Characters: Mostly AU, Jensen ackles, Michelle Rodriguez, Eric Bana and Jared Padalecki
Pairing: None, though, but there are implications of Jensen/OFC
Ratings: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers on Anne Rice, Stephanny Meyers, Brahm Stocker books, Nosferatu, Drakula, Interview with the vampire movies, True Blood, Forever knight, vampire diaries TV shows.
Genre: Horror, suspense
Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional, bassed on popular cutlre icons and meant in no way disrespect to the authors that ever wrote about this subject, even if they ruined one of the best legends ever.
Summary: Three days in the life of a person, a life time for other creatures, a dream that might never happened, yet it did.
A/N: It started long ago as a game, how could you make fun of Twilight, and then came in an organized chaos to my head not long ago while scrubbing for OR.
(I tend to think in shallow stuff while preparing myself, that way I'm less stressed and work better)
So here it is
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DREAM_OF_BLOOD_5/5
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Chapter 5 the immortality
Have you ever felt like memories come back to you when you see or touch something? As if, there was a trigger?
For some reason, the longest I stayed in that bathroom floor the clearer the events from the previous days were… However, something wasn’t quite right, because as much as I wanted the first memories were fading again, like a tape being erased after played. The most I thought about Jensen the less I could remember, his face was fading in my memory and his voice, the laugh that used to hypnotize me was gone.
I couldn’t even remember what happened after the basics got to the door, but I do remember something, from far before that, when Jensen got into my place, I was recording a message on my MP3 player, I wanted to left it to my friends, was poetry and some other ideas I had about death. When Jensen poured that substance to me and ordered me to drink, I had no idea what to do with it, so just put the recorder in my purse, I got up from the floor to look for my purse and the MP3 player, I pushed a couple buttons and heard the boss’ voice.
The voices sounded distorted by the echo but I could recognize the boss’ voice, his accent obvious now, Australian, I could hear the sounds of steps in the recording, and after beats loner than I remember heard words, heard pretty much what I remember, one or two things missing.
The voice of my sponsor sounded harsher and more powerful that I remembered and every now and then voices and sounds from other persons sounded and I hardly remember others while we were going down.
Finally, I got to the part when a long silence preceded the boss’ call for me to be quiet; suddenly things came back with the bark like laughter
“Can me have her…?” the voice made everything real again, as I was once again inside that cave. The creatures broke the door open, and got close to me, some of them crawling like animals others walking, the Boss scared most of them, this one, looked pale and his fangs were all exposed, his skin was almost translucent, every blood vessel under it could be seen.
”me is hungrey… " said getting closer, eyes fix on me, I wanted to run, to scream, the boss got closer
“She has a patron,” said the boss “you’ll have to fight for her blood” The woman put her hand on my shoulder and offered me to the creature, the basic blinked, and bowed his head
“I’m out, need to hunting” the scream of the others fighting for something they caught in the halls, and one acute scream from something like a rat made me cringe, the boss got to the door and closed it
“That was scary…” I said sitting back trying to calm myself
“That basic is the first one of the whole group, the whole of us, he were turned when he OD’d with Morphine before the industrial revolution” the girl snorted
“Finally learning to speak” both of them laughed
“Come sit with me” said the boss his hand reaching for me, I obeyed without thinking, he sighed, smiled and caressed my hair, the woman stepped closer too
“… Please… is not her fault,” she said “you know that, your boy’s lust for normal life is always getting him in trouble, both him and the big puppy” the boss’ eyes moved to her and came back to me.
“You want to know about immortality?” he said sounding tired, he caressed my face and moved even closer “okay, but we are not immortals, we live longer than normal people, we could feed ourselves in blood but is not necessary. The reason why people think we are immortals is because in times when nobody ever left a place someone `marrying the man who shared their childhood’s daughter. wasn't normal,” He smiled bending down over me “that’s why we choose nights, to avoid people, that’s why they think we hate sunlight” his lips touched mines and couldn’t breathe, the recording let me hear my own gasp of surprise.
“What do you want? Do you want me to start my story with ”I was younger than you by then but had more responsibilities than most of you, by the time I was converted…”” he chuckled to himself. “I can’t, that was ONE man’s story, and he changed not because another of us found him, but because he was one of us from birth.” The girl next to me caressed my back, while to boss moved away.
“And I cannot start with Hidden in a secret castle a man…” sighed, got up and moved away “that was one before my time, he taught me everything I know before he had to go”
“The point girl is that we die, not when touched by the sun, what Sunlight do to us is what you saw on the basic’s face, if you go around among your own, you could see people that is pale, some of the not converted.. they live with a very sensitive skin, skin like the one you saw in the basic, when a baby suffers too much in the mother’s womb… they get to be born like that and…” she shook her head no “almost never survives”
“Others get trapped among hunters when they expose their skin to the sun. And sometimes young ones, that like you, heard only legends and think that’s the real deal about us… well” shrugged “hunters never forgive one of us”
“When you say hunters… you mean, like... Van Helsing?” he laughed, pointed at me looking at the woman “isn’t she cute”
“Van Helsing… sounds Danish or something,” said my sponsor, she was eating something small and black, like grapes.
“Well… then no, I’ve seen a million Danish vampires, but the only Van Helsing I ever met was a lawyer, the one who helped us back in the 20’s” and the girl nodded after a second. “the hunters I talk about are pretty much regular people, the same nut jobs that hunt rhinos and elephants, we’re like the crocks on the sewers ” the girl once more chuckled and offered him something of whatever she was having
“When we get exposed to light for too long our skin dries, and it cracks, small bleedings… that could be fatal for us, most of our kind have troubles with coagulation” my eyes traveled from her to him again, as every time, like trying to validate whatever she says with him.
“do you like Magpies?” asked the boss “those little birds that catch everything that glows?” and caressed my face, since the second you entered the room I knew you were one of them.
“Oh God.. You guys… ” Said the girl “your boy felt exactly the same…” The boss eyes never left mines.
“And you too, so don’t judge me dear” and she snorted, at this point the recording had whispers from them, that I can’t remember. I drifted away listening to the soothing sound of what sounded a bit like music
“So... magpie” he said and the sound became lower, as if he moved away from me “this is the part of the story you would like” the sound of water and then I do remember. We were in a different room, it had a natural waterfall, lots of crystals on the walls, marble or something on the floor and the smell was salty, like very near to the ocean.
“I was nothing but a child, stupid child, I got sick, my parents died and I became… this” he punched rocks and opened another room. “I was stupid, my patron” pointed to the woman with bloody hands “as she is yours, mine was younger than me, a child, but had lived five lives by then; I was sure the novels from Stoker and Kostova were the truth about my kind.” I could see tears, transparent ones falling down his face “I was stupid… reckless…” sobbed and sat on the floor. Inside the room he just opened was the skeleton of a child, for the size and the clothes the remains had on, it couldn’t be older than 12 maybe 15 “She gave me everything I was and what I did in return’ got her killed…”
“She chose to die… you know that” he sat on the floor head hiding between his knees
“We were fine... If I never tried to…” she shushed him “stop doing that…” he swatted her hand, my sponsor sighed and caressed his head.
“We choose to die; we can’t be killed until we get to the point where we cannot longer be here” her hand caressed his head again “and is not our time yet, sometimes, as in his case… the decision is made by your patron…” he moved and kept talking as if he never stopped
“… She asked me a million times, not to go, not to follow human girls, that hunters would believe I was a basic, but at first when you’re just turn, the hunger, the need…” My eyes traveled to her, I couldn’t understand what he was talking about.
“That part of the stories is true, the first period of our lives as this is painful, and uneasy, guilt and all kind of feelings get in you so strongly that... Control is impossible…” He raised his head and she got close to kiss his cheek “to him it lasted only five days, that’s a record, my first period lasted like eight years, on the fourth night some hunters followed him.”
“Wow… they killed her?” something dragged me to the skeleton inside the new room, some blood splashed over the clothes, it was a very sad picture, the skull still had ginger strands in perfect curls and the skin even brownish and dry seemed to be fair “poor thing…” I had to change subjects the atmosphere were heavy and suffocating “what was her name?”My sponsor turned to me, black pupils showing the same reflect cats show “why you never use your names?”
“Some of us can’t remember our names…” he said “I once was Eric, then hector, then henry.. ” she laughed
“And Bruce... I fell inlove with Bruce” his eyes twinkled once more when they looked into each other’s eyes.
“Her name by the time we met was Mia, but heard she was born as Sophia, and she died as Alicia” he got up and moved close to the corpse too
“NO… please…” begged the girl, he ignored her, held my hand and caressed my wrist, he’d been touching me since we left Jensen, but this time, there was something cold and scary. Suddenly felt a sting of pain and his grip tightened on my arm when I tried to pull it away; he cut my wrist open with something in his hand, the blood poured down, I was paralyzed with fear, I was about to die… that was it…
“Wanna know what gave us the fame of being immortal?” and he pointed down where my blood was pooling over the corpse, the skin turned pink and fresh, and the lips distorted by eternal sleep became rosy and full. The hair on the skull that I saw scarce and undone were again brightly red and curly, it seemed like the girl was just sleeping, even the corners of her lips seemed to be curling up, as if she were playing.
“NO... Enough...” my sponsor got close “I knew it was a bad idea…” she moved closer to hold my hand. He stopped her.
“Want to know what happened with the hunters that got her? ” and spun me around forcefully to show me destroyed bones “all of them paid for what they did… ” Six skulls is what I remember, saw axes and swords “and I had to pay too” and sobbed once more, one of the axes in the floor had a nick on the edge and the woman took my arm away from him, started covering my wrist.
My eyes traveled to the wound while I heard the Boss laughing, but my hand was intact, there was no wound, or bandage, no scar, not even a mark for my eyes. Yet I heard myself scream in the recording, “this can’t be real” I thought while rubbing my face.
The boss sat on the floor speaking in a different language; think was Russian to the corpse while my sponsor got me up. “He always act like this, that’s why I came, as you can see living like us is very painful…” and looking at him. “He lost his last connection to his first life when she died, I lost my last connection when he stopped loving me” gave me back my coat “that axe there, once opened his face and I had to sew him back on.” She explained further, “Since he bleeded you, you’ll share one characteristic with him, so don’t get upset if you change, okay?”
“That’s how immortal we are,” he mumbled from the floor “the only thing that never dies is the conscience of our actions” he got up sucking on his bloody fingers “Now, my pretty magpie… have you had enough of our shine?”
“I warn you, I’ll fight for her if I have to ”
“no need Michelle…” he said and sighed turned at me “this is us, just our little rotten world, now you can be converted or you can go back… if you chose to go back you will go home and when you wake up, you’ll write this, because after that everything will be gone”
Everything came back to me for another second, he kissed me in the forehead and everything went dark.
“... you’ll forget everything about us” that was the last of his voice, and after a beat I heard voices again in the last part of the recording, I heard Jay and Jensen, and Noss laughing at me. There was a huge space quiet, I thought it was all and was about to turn the thing off when I heard it, the sound of the phone and the sound I made while puking. And aShe’s fine lets go. That was my sponsor’s voice.
A month passed and I had new labs, everything was normal.
Since that day two years passed, and I did forgot everything, sometimes I look at the MP3 player hanging on my wall and don’t know why is it there, and then hear everything again just to be sure I’m right.
Sometimes I wonder if all this is not a big joke, but then, why I’m Huntington’s free? Moreover, why I have one of my canines missing?
Never again my eyes found green ones, not found a girl that looked menacing, but once… I passed by a tall guy with beard and he smiled at me and said “Hello Magpie”. And it sent shivers to my entire body.
***
That's it, hope you like it!!
Author: Szarabasjka
Characters: Mostly AU, Jensen ackles, Michelle Rodriguez, Eric Bana and Jared Padalecki
Pairing: None, though, but there are implications of Jensen/OFC
Ratings: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers on Anne Rice, Stephanny Meyers, Brahm Stocker books, Nosferatu, Drakula, Interview with the vampire movies, True Blood, Forever knight, vampire diaries TV shows.
Genre: Horror, suspense
Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional, bassed on popular cutlre icons and meant in no way disrespect to the authors that ever wrote about this subject, even if they ruined one of the best legends ever.
Summary: Three days in the life of a person, a life time for other creatures, a dream that might never happened, yet it did.
A/N: It started long ago as a game, how could you make fun of Twilight, and then came in an organized chaos to my head not long ago while scrubbing for OR.
(I tend to think in shallow stuff while preparing myself, that way I'm less stressed and work better)
So here it is
*******************
DREAM_OF_BLOOD_5/5
*******************
Chapter 5 the immortality
Have you ever felt like memories come back to you when you see or touch something? As if, there was a trigger?
For some reason, the longest I stayed in that bathroom floor the clearer the events from the previous days were… However, something wasn’t quite right, because as much as I wanted the first memories were fading again, like a tape being erased after played. The most I thought about Jensen the less I could remember, his face was fading in my memory and his voice, the laugh that used to hypnotize me was gone.
I couldn’t even remember what happened after the basics got to the door, but I do remember something, from far before that, when Jensen got into my place, I was recording a message on my MP3 player, I wanted to left it to my friends, was poetry and some other ideas I had about death. When Jensen poured that substance to me and ordered me to drink, I had no idea what to do with it, so just put the recorder in my purse, I got up from the floor to look for my purse and the MP3 player, I pushed a couple buttons and heard the boss’ voice.
The voices sounded distorted by the echo but I could recognize the boss’ voice, his accent obvious now, Australian, I could hear the sounds of steps in the recording, and after beats loner than I remember heard words, heard pretty much what I remember, one or two things missing.
The voice of my sponsor sounded harsher and more powerful that I remembered and every now and then voices and sounds from other persons sounded and I hardly remember others while we were going down.
Finally, I got to the part when a long silence preceded the boss’ call for me to be quiet; suddenly things came back with the bark like laughter
“Can me have her…?” the voice made everything real again, as I was once again inside that cave. The creatures broke the door open, and got close to me, some of them crawling like animals others walking, the Boss scared most of them, this one, looked pale and his fangs were all exposed, his skin was almost translucent, every blood vessel under it could be seen.
”me is hungrey… " said getting closer, eyes fix on me, I wanted to run, to scream, the boss got closer
“She has a patron,” said the boss “you’ll have to fight for her blood” The woman put her hand on my shoulder and offered me to the creature, the basic blinked, and bowed his head
“I’m out, need to hunting” the scream of the others fighting for something they caught in the halls, and one acute scream from something like a rat made me cringe, the boss got to the door and closed it
“That was scary…” I said sitting back trying to calm myself
“That basic is the first one of the whole group, the whole of us, he were turned when he OD’d with Morphine before the industrial revolution” the girl snorted
“Finally learning to speak” both of them laughed
“Come sit with me” said the boss his hand reaching for me, I obeyed without thinking, he sighed, smiled and caressed my hair, the woman stepped closer too
“… Please… is not her fault,” she said “you know that, your boy’s lust for normal life is always getting him in trouble, both him and the big puppy” the boss’ eyes moved to her and came back to me.
“You want to know about immortality?” he said sounding tired, he caressed my face and moved even closer “okay, but we are not immortals, we live longer than normal people, we could feed ourselves in blood but is not necessary. The reason why people think we are immortals is because in times when nobody ever left a place someone `marrying the man who shared their childhood’s daughter. wasn't normal,” He smiled bending down over me “that’s why we choose nights, to avoid people, that’s why they think we hate sunlight” his lips touched mines and couldn’t breathe, the recording let me hear my own gasp of surprise.
“What do you want? Do you want me to start my story with ”I was younger than you by then but had more responsibilities than most of you, by the time I was converted…”” he chuckled to himself. “I can’t, that was ONE man’s story, and he changed not because another of us found him, but because he was one of us from birth.” The girl next to me caressed my back, while to boss moved away.
“And I cannot start with Hidden in a secret castle a man…” sighed, got up and moved away “that was one before my time, he taught me everything I know before he had to go”
“The point girl is that we die, not when touched by the sun, what Sunlight do to us is what you saw on the basic’s face, if you go around among your own, you could see people that is pale, some of the not converted.. they live with a very sensitive skin, skin like the one you saw in the basic, when a baby suffers too much in the mother’s womb… they get to be born like that and…” she shook her head no “almost never survives”
“Others get trapped among hunters when they expose their skin to the sun. And sometimes young ones, that like you, heard only legends and think that’s the real deal about us… well” shrugged “hunters never forgive one of us”
“When you say hunters… you mean, like... Van Helsing?” he laughed, pointed at me looking at the woman “isn’t she cute”
“Van Helsing… sounds Danish or something,” said my sponsor, she was eating something small and black, like grapes.
“Well… then no, I’ve seen a million Danish vampires, but the only Van Helsing I ever met was a lawyer, the one who helped us back in the 20’s” and the girl nodded after a second. “the hunters I talk about are pretty much regular people, the same nut jobs that hunt rhinos and elephants, we’re like the crocks on the sewers ” the girl once more chuckled and offered him something of whatever she was having
“When we get exposed to light for too long our skin dries, and it cracks, small bleedings… that could be fatal for us, most of our kind have troubles with coagulation” my eyes traveled from her to him again, as every time, like trying to validate whatever she says with him.
“do you like Magpies?” asked the boss “those little birds that catch everything that glows?” and caressed my face, since the second you entered the room I knew you were one of them.
“Oh God.. You guys… ” Said the girl “your boy felt exactly the same…” The boss eyes never left mines.
“And you too, so don’t judge me dear” and she snorted, at this point the recording had whispers from them, that I can’t remember. I drifted away listening to the soothing sound of what sounded a bit like music
“So... magpie” he said and the sound became lower, as if he moved away from me “this is the part of the story you would like” the sound of water and then I do remember. We were in a different room, it had a natural waterfall, lots of crystals on the walls, marble or something on the floor and the smell was salty, like very near to the ocean.
“I was nothing but a child, stupid child, I got sick, my parents died and I became… this” he punched rocks and opened another room. “I was stupid, my patron” pointed to the woman with bloody hands “as she is yours, mine was younger than me, a child, but had lived five lives by then; I was sure the novels from Stoker and Kostova were the truth about my kind.” I could see tears, transparent ones falling down his face “I was stupid… reckless…” sobbed and sat on the floor. Inside the room he just opened was the skeleton of a child, for the size and the clothes the remains had on, it couldn’t be older than 12 maybe 15 “She gave me everything I was and what I did in return’ got her killed…”
“She chose to die… you know that” he sat on the floor head hiding between his knees
“We were fine... If I never tried to…” she shushed him “stop doing that…” he swatted her hand, my sponsor sighed and caressed his head.
“We choose to die; we can’t be killed until we get to the point where we cannot longer be here” her hand caressed his head again “and is not our time yet, sometimes, as in his case… the decision is made by your patron…” he moved and kept talking as if he never stopped
“… She asked me a million times, not to go, not to follow human girls, that hunters would believe I was a basic, but at first when you’re just turn, the hunger, the need…” My eyes traveled to her, I couldn’t understand what he was talking about.
“That part of the stories is true, the first period of our lives as this is painful, and uneasy, guilt and all kind of feelings get in you so strongly that... Control is impossible…” He raised his head and she got close to kiss his cheek “to him it lasted only five days, that’s a record, my first period lasted like eight years, on the fourth night some hunters followed him.”
“Wow… they killed her?” something dragged me to the skeleton inside the new room, some blood splashed over the clothes, it was a very sad picture, the skull still had ginger strands in perfect curls and the skin even brownish and dry seemed to be fair “poor thing…” I had to change subjects the atmosphere were heavy and suffocating “what was her name?”My sponsor turned to me, black pupils showing the same reflect cats show “why you never use your names?”
“Some of us can’t remember our names…” he said “I once was Eric, then hector, then henry.. ” she laughed
“And Bruce... I fell inlove with Bruce” his eyes twinkled once more when they looked into each other’s eyes.
“Her name by the time we met was Mia, but heard she was born as Sophia, and she died as Alicia” he got up and moved close to the corpse too
“NO… please…” begged the girl, he ignored her, held my hand and caressed my wrist, he’d been touching me since we left Jensen, but this time, there was something cold and scary. Suddenly felt a sting of pain and his grip tightened on my arm when I tried to pull it away; he cut my wrist open with something in his hand, the blood poured down, I was paralyzed with fear, I was about to die… that was it…
“Wanna know what gave us the fame of being immortal?” and he pointed down where my blood was pooling over the corpse, the skin turned pink and fresh, and the lips distorted by eternal sleep became rosy and full. The hair on the skull that I saw scarce and undone were again brightly red and curly, it seemed like the girl was just sleeping, even the corners of her lips seemed to be curling up, as if she were playing.
“NO... Enough...” my sponsor got close “I knew it was a bad idea…” she moved closer to hold my hand. He stopped her.
“Want to know what happened with the hunters that got her? ” and spun me around forcefully to show me destroyed bones “all of them paid for what they did… ” Six skulls is what I remember, saw axes and swords “and I had to pay too” and sobbed once more, one of the axes in the floor had a nick on the edge and the woman took my arm away from him, started covering my wrist.
My eyes traveled to the wound while I heard the Boss laughing, but my hand was intact, there was no wound, or bandage, no scar, not even a mark for my eyes. Yet I heard myself scream in the recording, “this can’t be real” I thought while rubbing my face.
The boss sat on the floor speaking in a different language; think was Russian to the corpse while my sponsor got me up. “He always act like this, that’s why I came, as you can see living like us is very painful…” and looking at him. “He lost his last connection to his first life when she died, I lost my last connection when he stopped loving me” gave me back my coat “that axe there, once opened his face and I had to sew him back on.” She explained further, “Since he bleeded you, you’ll share one characteristic with him, so don’t get upset if you change, okay?”
“That’s how immortal we are,” he mumbled from the floor “the only thing that never dies is the conscience of our actions” he got up sucking on his bloody fingers “Now, my pretty magpie… have you had enough of our shine?”
“I warn you, I’ll fight for her if I have to ”
“no need Michelle…” he said and sighed turned at me “this is us, just our little rotten world, now you can be converted or you can go back… if you chose to go back you will go home and when you wake up, you’ll write this, because after that everything will be gone”
Everything came back to me for another second, he kissed me in the forehead and everything went dark.
“... you’ll forget everything about us” that was the last of his voice, and after a beat I heard voices again in the last part of the recording, I heard Jay and Jensen, and Noss laughing at me. There was a huge space quiet, I thought it was all and was about to turn the thing off when I heard it, the sound of the phone and the sound I made while puking. And aShe’s fine lets go. That was my sponsor’s voice.
A month passed and I had new labs, everything was normal.
Since that day two years passed, and I did forgot everything, sometimes I look at the MP3 player hanging on my wall and don’t know why is it there, and then hear everything again just to be sure I’m right.
Sometimes I wonder if all this is not a big joke, but then, why I’m Huntington’s free? Moreover, why I have one of my canines missing?
Never again my eyes found green ones, not found a girl that looked menacing, but once… I passed by a tall guy with beard and he smiled at me and said “Hello Magpie”. And it sent shivers to my entire body.
***
That's it, hope you like it!!
