50 Dark Fics: No. 87, Phoenix
Title: Francisco
Author: tattooedraven
Fandom: Underworld: General Series
Characters: Viktor/Phoenix
Prompt: 87: Phoenix
Word Count: 1096
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Hell is a cold place compared to a jealous lover.
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Viktor’s friendly grin faded to be replaced with a frown as he gazed at the signed document before he held it up, facing towards the younger vampire. “Francisco...?” the elder paused his eyes narrowing as he tossed the paper upon his desk before leaning back in his chair, steepling his fingers before him, elbows upon the chair’s armrest.
A nervous laugh was his answer as Phoenix flushed, a single finger hooking the document before sliding it towards him then picked it up. “Ha! My sincere apologies Viktor.” The noble born chewed his lower lip, smile still in place, Santiago was a bad habit that he could never give up. “If you reprint the signature page I will sign again.” The Spaniard offered his best winning smile that slowly faded under the elder’s heavy gaze. “I am sorry, it is just Santiago calls me Francisco and I have grown accustom to...”
“Why am I not surprise.” The older vampire cut the man off in mid sentence, an eyebrow raised in disapproval. “Always with this Priest of yours.” the title was sneered as Viktor turned to instruct his assistant to reprint the page for signature. “Really Phoenix you are far too lax and forgiving with this lesser vampire. You should not be wasting your time with such a weakling.”
The noble born stiffened in defense at the way Viktor spoke of Santiago as he held his tongue when the youngling assistant appeared with a new page, passing it to the elder then with a glance from one vampire to the other, left all but running out the door.
“It is after all, my name.” The Spaniard snapped back uncapping his pen to sign once more.
Viktor stood, moved around the desk holding the new page, resting his rump against the edge of the desk, waiting for Phoenix to take it. “It was your name.” The statement spoken like a direct command.
The noble born scowled, why was the man so damn possessive all of a sudden? “Of course it is still my name, why are you making such a fuss over this.” Phoenix reached for the page but instead found his wrist in an iron tight grip and bright dangerous blue eyes watching him
“That name died with your physical body.” The elder pulled the man from his chair not really caring if he was causing pain, his child needed a reminding of where his loyalties lay. “I granted you immortality Phoenix,” he cooed pulling the younger vampire closer still, legal documents forgotten as he plucked the silver fountain pen from the Spaniard’s fingers and tossed it aside as well. “It was me who gave you back life, an immortal life, a second chance, an opportunity to serve your precious Spain and me.”
Phoenix swallowed, the burning crushing pain of his wrist pale in comparison to the over heated touch of the elder's hand as it slid it around his waist, the prick of claws digging into his hip. “S-stop this Viktor.” He breathily uttered, “I am and always have been loyal t-to you, you know this.”
“I also gave you a new name, one that has set you above all ranking vampires. One you swore life, lands and loyalty to me.” The elder tightened his grip even more around the wrist he held as he pushed and leaned over the dark haired man, forcing Phoenix to give and bend knowing the stress he could place upon the man’s still healing back. “And this is how you repay my gifts, by allowing a Priest, who is a slayer of your own kind to have sway in your life! A life granted by me!”
Phoenix cried out as the bones of his wrist gave in under the pressure of the man’s grip. “Ah! Viktor! Stop! Por favor! It is only a name, one as you s-say is dead.” He panted past the pain of his broken limb leaning heavily against the older man.
“You used to call me Amante, now you call me by my given name, am I dead as well in your life, hum?” Viktor’s smile did not reach his eyes as he bent to inhale the man’s scent before licking at the wildly beating pulse point. “Who is it now you call your love, do tell me child of mine.” The words were softly uttered against pale skin.
If it weren’t for the man holding him close, too close Phoenix would have collapsed as the warrior elder kept crushing his wrist and hurting his back, “Pl-please stop.” The wounded man felt teeth upon his earlobe where he wore the flat silver disc Santiago had given him.
“Where is the pearl I gave you? What has happened to hoop you usually wear. It’s not like you Phoenix to change such trinkets that you hold dear.” Razor sharp fangs bit down upon the earring, tearing it free from the Spaniard’s ear.
“No!” The snapped word left him before knew it as Phoenix heard the earring hit the floor. “Stop this jealous rage of yours! I am still your servant and you know this!”
Viktor let go of the broken wrist, long fingers instead wrapping around the Spaniard’s neck, clamping down upon the fragile flesh, feeling the body he held stiffen for a different reason; then as the vampire lord had done in the past to countless enemies before, he began to choke the life from his prey.
“I don’t need another servant!” he snarled, eyes blazing killing blue. “I need my trusted advisor, I need the man who hunted and slaughtered slayers in my name and for the greater cause of the vampires. I have no use for servants who harbor, shelter and fuck the killer of his own kind then call them by a name that had been mine!”
With a snarl the elder let go as Phoenix’s lips began to turn blue and the man offered no resistance. “One night I will have the man named Phoenix back at my side where he belongs and where he should be.” Viktor shoved his one time lover away, sending him crashing back into the chair he’d been sitting in but minutes ago.
The fair haired man stood tall, his chin raising as he looked down at the Spaniard. “Until he has returned you are nothing but a servant and a servant you will remain until that Priest is gone from your life or even more favorable, he is dead.”
Phoenix half coughed, half gulped for air, his good hand going to his bruised throat gazing at the older man, as Viktor turned away from him, the vampire lord's dismissive words wounding him far more.
“You may leave us Francisco.”
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