Underworld: Viktor/Kraven
Title: Back to the start
Author: tattooedraven
Fandom: Underworld
Characters: Viktor/Kraven
Prompt: 90: Home
Word Count: 1850
Rating: R for angst
Disclaimer: Ya right, never mine!
Author's Notes: Was feeling angsty and don't ask how I thought of this while watching "My ex-super girlfriend" but it was just an idea I had to get down into a fic.
The Big Damn Table can be found OVER HERE!
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He was on his way back to the hospital, Merlynn opened the door only to come face to face with the very last person he though he’d ever meet. The priest took a step back from the man who stood outside the door, hand raised in mid gesture of knocking.
“Y-your Viktor!” the mortal stammered, clutching his bible even closer as he stared wide eyed at the vampire lord.
“And you are.”
“M-merlynn, I’m, my name is Merlynn.” The priest smoothed out his robes trying his best not to buckle under those blue eyes and features that hadn’t changed from the first time he’d ever seen the immortal. “Kraven talks about you all the time, he has many pictures of you. Please come in.”
“Does he.”
“Yes, but even if he didn’t I would recognize you from his descriptions.” The priest waited for the man to enter but decided since the vampire hadn’t moved that he would exit which was what he did, testing the doorknob making sure it was indeed locked. “I was just going to visit him,”
“He is not here?”
“N-no, not for some time now; he gave me a key to drop by and check on his cat and keep his place until he could return again. I - I thought you knew.”
“Knew what. Where is Kraven.” The vampire was becoming short tempered with this aged mortal as he studied the face. “We’ve met before. You were younger looking.”
“Yes, a long time ago, over thirty years ago when Kraven came to live here after he was…”
Banished
The unspoken word hung between the vampire and mortal.
“Where is he.” Was the tiredly spoken question, “I would like to see my boy. I’ve come to bring him home.” Viktor’s features softened ever so briefly, “It is time for him to come home.”
“Oh.” Merlynn scuffed his toe looking down. “I see.”
“Tell me where I can find him.”
“You really don’t know,” Merlynn hardly spoke, his heart already beginning to break. “He never told you.”
“Told me what.” The elder huffed, snapping out of the sentimental outburst, this was becoming tiresome.
“I think he should tell you him self, come I’ll drive you to him.”
The elder gestured imperially at the black car that awaited him, “You will tell my driver.” With that Viktor turned away in favor of returning to his seat in the back of the luxury car while the aged priest gave the driver the directions to his mate.
“What have you done now.” The elder mused as he thought of just about every ridiculous possibility that his young lover could have done, a smile tugging at his lips while he was driven to where ever the boy was. “I suppose you are once more in some form of trouble and I am yet again coming to your aid.”
The fair haired man shook his head, it would be wonderful to see his too long absent mate again, to hold him, pet the dark locks of hair, touch that pale skin, kiss the too youthful looking features; to take him back to Ordoghaz where he belonged; to sleep with his lover once more and have him at his side, never allow him to go again.
“What is this.” Viktor frowned as the car stopped in front of a mortal hospital. “This is a human hospital.” He spoke to the driver getting out of the car as he stood outside the multi story building still shaking his head. “You got the directions wrong.” He spoke without looking to the driver.
“No, this is the place!” was the huffed and puffed answer as the mortal priest came trotting up the sidewalk, “Sorry, I had to park my car,” he spoke between breaths waving back towards the parking garage a block away. “Not as young as I used to be.” He gave the elder a silly grin before it faded. “Right, come I’ll show you to his room.”
Merlynn was all too aware of the vampire’s imposing silence as he led the way through the labyrinth of the hospital’s hallways, up a few floors then exited to a darkened floor as the priest nodded and smiled at the nurse on duty. “Just visiting.” He mouthed before taking the vampire to the last room of the floor. “This is his room.”
Viktor just knew this was a joke! It had to be a joke and very poor one at best, his boy would never come to a mortal place if he was injured! ’Where else would he go? He was banished and left alone to fend for himself. his guilty conscious scolded him as he gave the aged priest a last look before he entered the room.
It was dark and silent as the elder looked to a slumbering form in the bed, the long familiar shape of his boy filling his night vision. The elder moved silently as was the second nature of his kind, as he reached the bed, sniffing the sanitized air hoping to catch the scent of his lover but stopped dead in his trek. He only smelled a mortal in this room, a choked noise leaving him, the slight sound making the form in the bed stir and turn.
“Who is there?”
A familiar but very unfamiliar voice spoke as the mortal in the bed reached for the bedside light.
“Merlynn is that you, you old pervert coming to visit an even older freak in the middle of the night, Hum?.”
Viktor could only stare, it was and wasn’t his boy as the light flicked on.
“I’m not dead yet,” the man in the bed turned, “I hope you haven’t killed my cat either….”
Dark eyes simply stared at such impossible blue eyes.
Kraven was the first to look away as he moved slowly to sit up, long and aged bent fingers pushing sleep tangled hair from his face, his body shaking slightly before he looked back to the elder.
“It’s you.” A smile followed the hardly spoken words before Kraven’s features darkened and he pushed to wobbly legs as he snapped. “I didn’t want you to see me! Get out! GET OUT!” He had to hold out a hand to steady him self as he gasped, one hand going to his chest as a fit of coughing over took him.
The vampire studied the too thin and wasted body. A very mortal body that looked as if it been ravished by disease; sky blue eyes saw the heavily silver streaked hair, the features that had finally aged into an old looking human. Saw how the withered and wrinkled hands shook, how the mortal tried to slip into a bed robe but ended up sitting heavily upon the bed as a rattle of air shook the man’s chest.
“Please go away.” Kraven hardly spoke unable to look at the elder. “Please.”
Sudden anger bubbled up inside the elder as he closed the distance between them as he glared down at the human his fists clenching and unclenching. “What is the meaning of this.”
Kraven winced and flinched under the vampire’s heavy words as he finally managed to shrug into his bed robe covering him self before he gave a weak broken laugh scooting so the vampire could sit if he wanted to.
“Did you know I always had the morbid curiosity about what happened to vampires who survived a lycan’s bite.” He fiddled with the tie to the bed robe. “As you know most die.” Kraven looked up at the face that had been etched in his soul. “Now I know a very small percentage revert to mortality.” Another bought of coughing over took him as he almost doubled over, clutching his chest until it passed leaving him tired. “The virus from a second bite is venomous to those who managed to survive.” He wearily opened the robe displaying an obvious set of fang and claw marks to his chest and flank. “It has been destroying my very mortal and even more fragile lungs this past decade.”
Clear blue eyes blazed, “And this is why you never told me?”
“No! Yes! I mean…” a defeated sigh left the mortal.
“You should have called! You should told me! Why didn’t you say anything! Kraven we are supposed to be…”
“MATES! Yes I know!” the mortal snapped back turning hard eyes to the elder, “Why didn’t you ever call Me! Thirty years…!” Kraven gasped as another coughing fit took him, “I wanted to.” The man breathily spoke, “I needed you, it was - has been agony, but you never called me! You never once thought to see how I was doing; left me defenseless to both vampires and lycans.”
“That is not true! I wanted you to come back! I needed you to come back, but you know I couldn’t.” Viktor felt the old pain of regret welling up inside him. “I am sorry my boy. The uniting of the covens and the new American elder has filled my nights.” He started to reach to touch, but his boy had changed so much that he paused. “It doesn’t mean I stopped thinking of you.”
A harsh laugh that sounded painfully like the bouts of coughing slipped from the mortal. “You see, you can’t even bring your self to touch me now.” Kraven scooted further away re closing and tying his robe, “This is why I didn’t call.” He hung his head, staring at his own withered hands. “I’m dying Viktor and you know what hurts the most.” He gave a rattled sigh, “I will be separated from you once and for all.” The mortal turned sorrow filled eyes upon the elder, “You are so damn beautiful and look at me, I am physically older than you now. I had thought thirty years to be nothing to wait out, it turned out to be a life time.”
“Kraven,”
“Please go.”
“I want to stay.”
Kraven felt the dip of his bed and the cool touch of the vampire’s hand upon his tightly clenched hands.
“You are warm.”
“I’m mortal.”
“You are still my mate.”
“Touch me.”
“Of course.”
He couldn’t open his eyes when he felt the cool fingers under his chin, tilting his face, a sob left him when equally cool lips kissed his forehead. The reassuring and solid body of the elder pressed against him as Kraven managed to slip his arms around the man. “I have missed you.”
“I know.”
“Take me home.”
“My boy it is why I’m here.
“You can’t save me this time.”
“I know.”
“I have never stopped loving you.”
“Let us go home Kraven.”
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Author: tattooedraven
Fandom: Underworld
Characters: Viktor/Kraven
Prompt: 90: Home
Word Count: 1850
Rating: R for angst
Disclaimer: Ya right, never mine!
Author's Notes: Was feeling angsty and don't ask how I thought of this while watching "My ex-super girlfriend" but it was just an idea I had to get down into a fic.
The Big Damn Table can be found OVER HERE!
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He was on his way back to the hospital, Merlynn opened the door only to come face to face with the very last person he though he’d ever meet. The priest took a step back from the man who stood outside the door, hand raised in mid gesture of knocking.
“Y-your Viktor!” the mortal stammered, clutching his bible even closer as he stared wide eyed at the vampire lord.
“And you are.”
“M-merlynn, I’m, my name is Merlynn.” The priest smoothed out his robes trying his best not to buckle under those blue eyes and features that hadn’t changed from the first time he’d ever seen the immortal. “Kraven talks about you all the time, he has many pictures of you. Please come in.”
“Does he.”
“Yes, but even if he didn’t I would recognize you from his descriptions.” The priest waited for the man to enter but decided since the vampire hadn’t moved that he would exit which was what he did, testing the doorknob making sure it was indeed locked. “I was just going to visit him,”
“He is not here?”
“N-no, not for some time now; he gave me a key to drop by and check on his cat and keep his place until he could return again. I - I thought you knew.”
“Knew what. Where is Kraven.” The vampire was becoming short tempered with this aged mortal as he studied the face. “We’ve met before. You were younger looking.”
“Yes, a long time ago, over thirty years ago when Kraven came to live here after he was…”
Banished
The unspoken word hung between the vampire and mortal.
“Where is he.” Was the tiredly spoken question, “I would like to see my boy. I’ve come to bring him home.” Viktor’s features softened ever so briefly, “It is time for him to come home.”
“Oh.” Merlynn scuffed his toe looking down. “I see.”
“Tell me where I can find him.”
“You really don’t know,” Merlynn hardly spoke, his heart already beginning to break. “He never told you.”
“Told me what.” The elder huffed, snapping out of the sentimental outburst, this was becoming tiresome.
“I think he should tell you him self, come I’ll drive you to him.”
The elder gestured imperially at the black car that awaited him, “You will tell my driver.” With that Viktor turned away in favor of returning to his seat in the back of the luxury car while the aged priest gave the driver the directions to his mate.
“What have you done now.” The elder mused as he thought of just about every ridiculous possibility that his young lover could have done, a smile tugging at his lips while he was driven to where ever the boy was. “I suppose you are once more in some form of trouble and I am yet again coming to your aid.”
The fair haired man shook his head, it would be wonderful to see his too long absent mate again, to hold him, pet the dark locks of hair, touch that pale skin, kiss the too youthful looking features; to take him back to Ordoghaz where he belonged; to sleep with his lover once more and have him at his side, never allow him to go again.
“What is this.” Viktor frowned as the car stopped in front of a mortal hospital. “This is a human hospital.” He spoke to the driver getting out of the car as he stood outside the multi story building still shaking his head. “You got the directions wrong.” He spoke without looking to the driver.
“No, this is the place!” was the huffed and puffed answer as the mortal priest came trotting up the sidewalk, “Sorry, I had to park my car,” he spoke between breaths waving back towards the parking garage a block away. “Not as young as I used to be.” He gave the elder a silly grin before it faded. “Right, come I’ll show you to his room.”
Merlynn was all too aware of the vampire’s imposing silence as he led the way through the labyrinth of the hospital’s hallways, up a few floors then exited to a darkened floor as the priest nodded and smiled at the nurse on duty. “Just visiting.” He mouthed before taking the vampire to the last room of the floor. “This is his room.”
Viktor just knew this was a joke! It had to be a joke and very poor one at best, his boy would never come to a mortal place if he was injured! ’Where else would he go? He was banished and left alone to fend for himself. his guilty conscious scolded him as he gave the aged priest a last look before he entered the room.
It was dark and silent as the elder looked to a slumbering form in the bed, the long familiar shape of his boy filling his night vision. The elder moved silently as was the second nature of his kind, as he reached the bed, sniffing the sanitized air hoping to catch the scent of his lover but stopped dead in his trek. He only smelled a mortal in this room, a choked noise leaving him, the slight sound making the form in the bed stir and turn.
“Who is there?”
A familiar but very unfamiliar voice spoke as the mortal in the bed reached for the bedside light.
“Merlynn is that you, you old pervert coming to visit an even older freak in the middle of the night, Hum?.”
Viktor could only stare, it was and wasn’t his boy as the light flicked on.
“I’m not dead yet,” the man in the bed turned, “I hope you haven’t killed my cat either….”
Dark eyes simply stared at such impossible blue eyes.
Kraven was the first to look away as he moved slowly to sit up, long and aged bent fingers pushing sleep tangled hair from his face, his body shaking slightly before he looked back to the elder.
“It’s you.” A smile followed the hardly spoken words before Kraven’s features darkened and he pushed to wobbly legs as he snapped. “I didn’t want you to see me! Get out! GET OUT!” He had to hold out a hand to steady him self as he gasped, one hand going to his chest as a fit of coughing over took him.
The vampire studied the too thin and wasted body. A very mortal body that looked as if it been ravished by disease; sky blue eyes saw the heavily silver streaked hair, the features that had finally aged into an old looking human. Saw how the withered and wrinkled hands shook, how the mortal tried to slip into a bed robe but ended up sitting heavily upon the bed as a rattle of air shook the man’s chest.
“Please go away.” Kraven hardly spoke unable to look at the elder. “Please.”
Sudden anger bubbled up inside the elder as he closed the distance between them as he glared down at the human his fists clenching and unclenching. “What is the meaning of this.”
Kraven winced and flinched under the vampire’s heavy words as he finally managed to shrug into his bed robe covering him self before he gave a weak broken laugh scooting so the vampire could sit if he wanted to.
“Did you know I always had the morbid curiosity about what happened to vampires who survived a lycan’s bite.” He fiddled with the tie to the bed robe. “As you know most die.” Kraven looked up at the face that had been etched in his soul. “Now I know a very small percentage revert to mortality.” Another bought of coughing over took him as he almost doubled over, clutching his chest until it passed leaving him tired. “The virus from a second bite is venomous to those who managed to survive.” He wearily opened the robe displaying an obvious set of fang and claw marks to his chest and flank. “It has been destroying my very mortal and even more fragile lungs this past decade.”
Clear blue eyes blazed, “And this is why you never told me?”
“No! Yes! I mean…” a defeated sigh left the mortal.
“You should have called! You should told me! Why didn’t you say anything! Kraven we are supposed to be…”
“MATES! Yes I know!” the mortal snapped back turning hard eyes to the elder, “Why didn’t you ever call Me! Thirty years…!” Kraven gasped as another coughing fit took him, “I wanted to.” The man breathily spoke, “I needed you, it was - has been agony, but you never called me! You never once thought to see how I was doing; left me defenseless to both vampires and lycans.”
“That is not true! I wanted you to come back! I needed you to come back, but you know I couldn’t.” Viktor felt the old pain of regret welling up inside him. “I am sorry my boy. The uniting of the covens and the new American elder has filled my nights.” He started to reach to touch, but his boy had changed so much that he paused. “It doesn’t mean I stopped thinking of you.”
A harsh laugh that sounded painfully like the bouts of coughing slipped from the mortal. “You see, you can’t even bring your self to touch me now.” Kraven scooted further away re closing and tying his robe, “This is why I didn’t call.” He hung his head, staring at his own withered hands. “I’m dying Viktor and you know what hurts the most.” He gave a rattled sigh, “I will be separated from you once and for all.” The mortal turned sorrow filled eyes upon the elder, “You are so damn beautiful and look at me, I am physically older than you now. I had thought thirty years to be nothing to wait out, it turned out to be a life time.”
“Kraven,”
“Please go.”
“I want to stay.”
Kraven felt the dip of his bed and the cool touch of the vampire’s hand upon his tightly clenched hands.
“You are warm.”
“I’m mortal.”
“You are still my mate.”
“Touch me.”
“Of course.”
He couldn’t open his eyes when he felt the cool fingers under his chin, tilting his face, a sob left him when equally cool lips kissed his forehead. The reassuring and solid body of the elder pressed against him as Kraven managed to slip his arms around the man. “I have missed you.”
“I know.”
“Take me home.”
“My boy it is why I’m here.
“You can’t save me this time.”
“I know.”
“I have never stopped loving you.”
“Let us go home Kraven.”
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