"Small fragment remembered"
Nov. 8th, 2004 11:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zimon66Wish I was better at thinking up story titles - LOL!!!
This is a intro story to something I'm going to try and write later on but it's also a stand-alone piece.
The character is not of my making but is a friend's creation (RELAX, not a Gary Stu). Didn't want to mention his name until after I saw what sort of response this gets.
Slowly the spine was painstakingly removed vertebra by vertebra. It was a third of the way out before the blood slowed and cooled.
The remains were taken out onto the balcony's edge and tossed over. Quickly set upon before fully hitting the ground which was a pity since there was still enough blood inside to make a pretty stain if it had hit with full impact.
But that is the price to pay when throwing anything of interest down during the nighttime when things were at full swing.
It was once one of those damn Goths - the type that play at being "dark". Had come to the City, ignoring the screaming instincts of danger and so made a perfect "performance piece" until death happened.
Pity, he mused, while handing-out the Goth's vertebras to a favored few on the way back to his private quarters, thought the shock would keep the guy alive longer.
All in all, it had been excellent nightcap before retiring and into a blissful sleep.
Suddenly jerked awake by that damn dream again!
Always the same - laying fetal in the twisted damp sheets, licking silver fangs in longing, feeling the lust induced heat burning his bone-thin frame, taloned hands curled around the hard shaft, and FRUSTRATED at not remembering any of the wonderful dream.
But not the same this time - small fragment remembered.
Mind quickly clutched onto it - a long tongue tracing slowly down a rib, so vivid he could still feel the warmth and wetness on his skin.
It was a sign, a positive sign that the one causing this rare case of "want" in him would be agreeing to a meeting soon.
What drifted him back to pleasant slumber was not his stroking hands but the mental chant, Soon, so very soon, soon, so very soon, soon, so very soon...........
This is a intro story to something I'm going to try and write later on but it's also a stand-alone piece.
The character is not of my making but is a friend's creation (RELAX, not a Gary Stu). Didn't want to mention his name until after I saw what sort of response this gets.
Slowly the spine was painstakingly removed vertebra by vertebra. It was a third of the way out before the blood slowed and cooled.
The remains were taken out onto the balcony's edge and tossed over. Quickly set upon before fully hitting the ground which was a pity since there was still enough blood inside to make a pretty stain if it had hit with full impact.
But that is the price to pay when throwing anything of interest down during the nighttime when things were at full swing.
It was once one of those damn Goths - the type that play at being "dark". Had come to the City, ignoring the screaming instincts of danger and so made a perfect "performance piece" until death happened.
Pity, he mused, while handing-out the Goth's vertebras to a favored few on the way back to his private quarters, thought the shock would keep the guy alive longer.
All in all, it had been excellent nightcap before retiring and into a blissful sleep.
Suddenly jerked awake by that damn dream again!
Always the same - laying fetal in the twisted damp sheets, licking silver fangs in longing, feeling the lust induced heat burning his bone-thin frame, taloned hands curled around the hard shaft, and FRUSTRATED at not remembering any of the wonderful dream.
But not the same this time - small fragment remembered.
Mind quickly clutched onto it - a long tongue tracing slowly down a rib, so vivid he could still feel the warmth and wetness on his skin.
It was a sign, a positive sign that the one causing this rare case of "want" in him would be agreeing to a meeting soon.
What drifted him back to pleasant slumber was not his stroking hands but the mental chant, Soon, so very soon, soon, so very soon, soon, so very soon...........
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Date: Nov. 9th, 2004 12:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Nov. 9th, 2004 02:49 am (UTC)Anyway I do like this.
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Date: Nov. 9th, 2004 05:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Nov. 9th, 2004 10:12 am (UTC)*Flails* I know who that is! It's this guy! (http://deadjournal.com/~necroraver) Right here (http://deadjournal.com/~necroraver)!!! He belongs to me!
*Slouchs in her school's computer chair and thinks.*...*Smirk*
We're intrigued. You, Zimon, have no idea what his 'longing' is, yet you played it up very well. I'm impressed. It was very dark, and very in character for my little sociopath. You portrey him very, very well.
Incidentally guys, this character's available for RP if anyone's interested. However, he's not from the Hellsing-verse...so..no, he's not gonna be meeting Alucard any time soon.
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Date: Nov. 9th, 2004 08:39 pm (UTC)However, he's not from the Hellsing-verse...so..no, he's not gonna be meeting Alucard any time soon.
But he's got the ability to crossover into other realms for business or pleasure. In this case it was the latter and he just happened into a certain club with a certain somebody working that night *wink*
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Date: Nov. 9th, 2004 08:51 pm (UTC)To me one of the MAJOR warning signs of a S/S is their looks (way too perfect/pretty/beautiful/sexy/cute) - this character (NecroRaver) is NOT attractive (although I like how he looks) and he has normal hair (LOL!!!).
Also, he has some nasty habits - S/S can never have nasty habits anything that'll make them unapealing and or look actually physically unattractive can not be done (LOL!!!).
I almost gave the Goth guy a name - "Gary Stewart" - LOL!!!
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Date: Nov. 9th, 2004 08:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Nov. 9th, 2004 09:14 pm (UTC)