Elijah FIC: Front Page (R)
Title: Front Page
Characters/pairings: Elijah, OFC, Elijah/OFC
Rating: R
Word count: 793
Summary: Elijah stays at a tavern, ravishes and murders with style.
Warnings: sex, abduction, mind manipulation, death
Above the tavern were six decently sized rooms, one which Elijah took as his own the past week. It was cheerful and wonderfully distractive listening to all the sounds that found their way up to him. Of all the noises underneath the sky, Elijah found the sound of heels clicking down corridors the most melodic. The women’s earrings softly jingling to their steps were adding a delightful sound to Elijah’s little song he had been humming the last days. His fingers were softly tapping along to the steady rhythm of bar doors swinging open and shut.
A delightful roughness crept its way up Elijah’s throat. The smoke entangled with his constant chatter the last fourteen hours had left his throat aching softly. It was a sadistic as Elijah would get towards himself. Just that little sting, easily healed by a sip of liquor but instead ignored until he had told his story to the woman he had gathered up last Wednesday. Her white hair was gathered in a bun with some stubborns wisps of hair framing her delicate face. The woman’s eyes were somewhat stale and hard, having lost their depth at least a decade ago.
“This is it then, I have really nothing more to say to you Ana.” Elijah didn’t clear his throat before addressing her, his voice sounded old and weary and suited Ana’s appearance.
“That is a sad thing to say, young man.” Ana looked up and nodded sympathetically. If she was going to die at the hands of a mad man, she couldn’t have chosen a better one. He was mad alright, but very handsome and she had to admit he reminded her of her sweet John. He was walking towards her, his head slightly cocked to his left.
“What is, sweetheart?”
“To know when you’ve said too much. It means you are old enough in spirit to know when to stop a conversation. That is a sad thing for a young man like yourself“
“Aren’t you the sweetest thing” Hardly hiding his amusing he lifted her into his arms and planted a soft kiss on her faded lips. “You’re dying, Ana.“
She knew, the doctors said she was in excellent health but once you reached a certain age it was only a question of what sunset would take you. It was silly, so Ana thought, to abandon that thought. But instead of waiting for it to arrive, she was here, in an old room with a man young enough to be her son, who swayed her in his arms.
“And now, there is only me, Ana. Just me and all the stories of my life I have told you filling your head.”
Her expression turned soft and he thought he had glimpsed a smile. With the tiniest kisses he traced the lines of her neck, laying her on the bed as he did. Ana’s hands were reaching for him, pulling Elijah down to a deep kiss. Her breasts filled his hands with a warmth almost as exquisite as her blood would passing his fangs. Elijah slid her dress off in one slick movement and watched her body grow lively with every button of his shirt he opened, until he laid between her thighs, searching for the warmest of places. Ana sighed and snaked her body against Elijah’s guiding strokes. He was tauntingly slow and seemingly lost in thoughts.
Ana blossomed underneath him, this creature, closer to death than himself, her swaying body commanded by him like the ocean by the moon. With the second orgasm washing over her, Ana’s eyelids flattered with the swift beat of the moths’ wings flirting with the artificial light. Everything was as melodic as it had been. Elijah smiled. He rose from between her thighs, being locked and sealed at the hips by Ana’s legs and placed in the depths of her arousal. Keeping himself up with one arm not to crush her fragile body just before the fatal bite, he used the other to grip her neck. Streams over streams of blood gushed down his throat, filling him up as he rocked himself to his full growth. Elijah felt bones breaking beneath him, adding a steady drumbeat to the song he couldn’t abandon from of his mind for a moment. All too quickly, the pleasures of the flesh rushed through him and left only the delicious taste of blood in his mouth. Nothing left of the aching pain he felt before.
* * *
The smell of fresh ink filled the room as Elijah opened the newspaper that had been neatly folded next to his tray of breakfast.
“Monstrous kill at Triangle’s Tavern ... Seven wolves shot yesterday by local hero.....”
Elijah smiled, what all one did for old times’ sake.
Characters/pairings: Elijah, OFC, Elijah/OFC
Rating: R
Word count: 793
Summary: Elijah stays at a tavern, ravishes and murders with style.
Warnings: sex, abduction, mind manipulation, death
Above the tavern were six decently sized rooms, one which Elijah took as his own the past week. It was cheerful and wonderfully distractive listening to all the sounds that found their way up to him. Of all the noises underneath the sky, Elijah found the sound of heels clicking down corridors the most melodic. The women’s earrings softly jingling to their steps were adding a delightful sound to Elijah’s little song he had been humming the last days. His fingers were softly tapping along to the steady rhythm of bar doors swinging open and shut.
A delightful roughness crept its way up Elijah’s throat. The smoke entangled with his constant chatter the last fourteen hours had left his throat aching softly. It was a sadistic as Elijah would get towards himself. Just that little sting, easily healed by a sip of liquor but instead ignored until he had told his story to the woman he had gathered up last Wednesday. Her white hair was gathered in a bun with some stubborns wisps of hair framing her delicate face. The woman’s eyes were somewhat stale and hard, having lost their depth at least a decade ago.
“This is it then, I have really nothing more to say to you Ana.” Elijah didn’t clear his throat before addressing her, his voice sounded old and weary and suited Ana’s appearance.
“That is a sad thing to say, young man.” Ana looked up and nodded sympathetically. If she was going to die at the hands of a mad man, she couldn’t have chosen a better one. He was mad alright, but very handsome and she had to admit he reminded her of her sweet John. He was walking towards her, his head slightly cocked to his left.
“What is, sweetheart?”
“To know when you’ve said too much. It means you are old enough in spirit to know when to stop a conversation. That is a sad thing for a young man like yourself“
“Aren’t you the sweetest thing” Hardly hiding his amusing he lifted her into his arms and planted a soft kiss on her faded lips. “You’re dying, Ana.“
She knew, the doctors said she was in excellent health but once you reached a certain age it was only a question of what sunset would take you. It was silly, so Ana thought, to abandon that thought. But instead of waiting for it to arrive, she was here, in an old room with a man young enough to be her son, who swayed her in his arms.
“And now, there is only me, Ana. Just me and all the stories of my life I have told you filling your head.”
Her expression turned soft and he thought he had glimpsed a smile. With the tiniest kisses he traced the lines of her neck, laying her on the bed as he did. Ana’s hands were reaching for him, pulling Elijah down to a deep kiss. Her breasts filled his hands with a warmth almost as exquisite as her blood would passing his fangs. Elijah slid her dress off in one slick movement and watched her body grow lively with every button of his shirt he opened, until he laid between her thighs, searching for the warmest of places. Ana sighed and snaked her body against Elijah’s guiding strokes. He was tauntingly slow and seemingly lost in thoughts.
Ana blossomed underneath him, this creature, closer to death than himself, her swaying body commanded by him like the ocean by the moon. With the second orgasm washing over her, Ana’s eyelids flattered with the swift beat of the moths’ wings flirting with the artificial light. Everything was as melodic as it had been. Elijah smiled. He rose from between her thighs, being locked and sealed at the hips by Ana’s legs and placed in the depths of her arousal. Keeping himself up with one arm not to crush her fragile body just before the fatal bite, he used the other to grip her neck. Streams over streams of blood gushed down his throat, filling him up as he rocked himself to his full growth. Elijah felt bones breaking beneath him, adding a steady drumbeat to the song he couldn’t abandon from of his mind for a moment. All too quickly, the pleasures of the flesh rushed through him and left only the delicious taste of blood in his mouth. Nothing left of the aching pain he felt before.
* * *
The smell of fresh ink filled the room as Elijah opened the newspaper that had been neatly folded next to his tray of breakfast.
“Monstrous kill at Triangle’s Tavern ... Seven wolves shot yesterday by local hero.....”
Elijah smiled, what all one did for old times’ sake.