Underworld: Viktor/Kraven
Title: Footsteps
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Viktor/Kraven
Prompt: 51. Water
Word Count: 374
Rating: PG13
Author's Notes: Lycans and Vampires are not the only immortals around. ^^
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“Kraven what have you discovered my boy?” Viktor followed the younger vampire’s foot steps along the beach. The vampires had gone for an early morning stroll, after all, what was a better way to spend a vacation then a moonlit stroll, barefoot in the beach sand?
The elder followed where the raven haired boy had gone clambering amongst the few scattering outcrop of rocks along the beach line. There he found the boy holding a dying aquatic mammal. A softer smile coming the leader’s lips as he watched Kraven gently stroke the shiny scales, the marks of a fisherman’s net still embedded upon the creature’s body, the damning evidance torn and tossed aside by Kraven as the boy tutted and gently held the precious creature, its gills futilely working.
“Kraven,” the fair haired man had come to learn the boy had a soft spot for all creatures and by the look upon his face, the dying creature was tearing him apart. “Let it go, it is already dying, tis only a matter time now.”
Trouble eyes looked up to his lover, “This was needless waste.” He hissed easing the gasping creature back into the water, cupping hand full of water over the drying scales. “Mortals have absolutely no respect!”
Viktor stroked Kraven’s dark locks, damp with seawater. “I know” he sighed heavily. “I know Kraven, but that you stopped and noticed is noble, but my boy there is really nothing more to be done. Come away.”
Kraven’s head drooped as the creature took one last shuddering draw of water and was still. “Such a waste of an immortal's life!” The vampire clenched his teeth before he stood and slowly trudged away, hands jammed in his jean pockets.
Viktor watched him go before he looked back down at the dead immortal. Ageless blue eyes sadly looked the multi hued golden scales of the merman. The once shiny skin already cracking and falling apart. The creature’s thick hair was matted against his pale face. The vampire lord waited for the inevitable as the merfolk’s body slowly melted, dissolving into sea foam, reclaimed by the ocean before the elder sighed and once more followed the footprints in the sand before they too dissolved so he could catch up to and comfort the boy.
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