50 Dark Fics: Weapon
Title:Best Weapon
Author: tattooedraven
Fandom: Underworld
Characters: OC: Santiago/Phoenix
Prompt:Weapon
Word Count: 550ish
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Can’t help it, don’t want to.
The Big Damn Table can be found OVER HERE!
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He never thought this would be his best weapon. But it was. Santiago smiled again, lying and loving it because it gained him trust; it gained him that edge he needed to claim another victory in this Holy War. It got him closer to his prize target as the priest gazed into the face of the vampire that walked beside him, besotted with the priest; this face that was far too young and sin in God’s eyes. This creature should have died long ago, even before Santiago stole the dark gift of immortality from another.
“I love you mi amante.” The creature softly uttered, leaning against him, one arm hooked around his as the two walked along the Danube. The priest only smiled a bit more patting the arm he held reassuringly before causally dropping his arm back to his side and let the glass stiletto slip down into his waiting palm before slowing the gate of their walk. The priest turned to look at the creature that regarded him with a slightly quizzical and lopsided grin.
“What?” the Spanish Noble born queried as he found himself pulled off the path they’d been walking to a darkened alley way, pulled even closer to the Priest whom gazed down into those amber colored eyes, letting his sly smile do all the speaking for him while he leaned forwards in invitation to the creature of the night whom returned a warm trusting smile and reached to kiss Santiago.
Warm lips met cool ones just before the priest heard the soft gasp of air and tightened his grip upon the arm he held, feeling it becoming warm and slick as the heady scent of fresh blood filled the space between them. Santiago didn’t let go, his mouth still covering the creature’s swallowing the air Phoenix had just expelled and now worked to draw as the priest watched the war of emotions flit across the man’s face just before the Santiago heard the crack of glass as he purposely twisted the customized blade allowing the liquid UV to spill free before giving one last shove of his hand and stepped back from the Spanish playboy.
The priest watched as his so called lover clutched at the broken blade in his chest, pain etched on his features; whether from the growing burning hole in his chest or what he would surly think of as betrayal; the priest really didn’t care as he smiled at the creature as it slumped to his knees working to draw breath into burnt out lungs and dying heart then simply tilted his head back as his body was consumed from the inside out.
“Why?!” Was the soft question heard just before the creature died. The priest frowned slightly feeling a slight tug of guilt as he watched the black ashes of what used to be a powerful immortal twirl away with the slight night breeze.
“I told you once, I am what I am.” The priest blessed the empty soot stained spot, before brushing off his clothes, filling the touch and grace of God upon him for he’d destroyed another cursed creature in war for mankind. The slayer of immortals tucked his hands behind his back, nodding and smiling at the passing mortals as he exited the alleyway, turning to walk back to his car.
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Author: tattooedraven
Fandom: Underworld
Characters: OC: Santiago/Phoenix
Prompt:Weapon
Word Count: 550ish
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Can’t help it, don’t want to.
The Big Damn Table can be found OVER HERE!
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He never thought this would be his best weapon. But it was. Santiago smiled again, lying and loving it because it gained him trust; it gained him that edge he needed to claim another victory in this Holy War. It got him closer to his prize target as the priest gazed into the face of the vampire that walked beside him, besotted with the priest; this face that was far too young and sin in God’s eyes. This creature should have died long ago, even before Santiago stole the dark gift of immortality from another.
“I love you mi amante.” The creature softly uttered, leaning against him, one arm hooked around his as the two walked along the Danube. The priest only smiled a bit more patting the arm he held reassuringly before causally dropping his arm back to his side and let the glass stiletto slip down into his waiting palm before slowing the gate of their walk. The priest turned to look at the creature that regarded him with a slightly quizzical and lopsided grin.
“What?” the Spanish Noble born queried as he found himself pulled off the path they’d been walking to a darkened alley way, pulled even closer to the Priest whom gazed down into those amber colored eyes, letting his sly smile do all the speaking for him while he leaned forwards in invitation to the creature of the night whom returned a warm trusting smile and reached to kiss Santiago.
Warm lips met cool ones just before the priest heard the soft gasp of air and tightened his grip upon the arm he held, feeling it becoming warm and slick as the heady scent of fresh blood filled the space between them. Santiago didn’t let go, his mouth still covering the creature’s swallowing the air Phoenix had just expelled and now worked to draw as the priest watched the war of emotions flit across the man’s face just before the Santiago heard the crack of glass as he purposely twisted the customized blade allowing the liquid UV to spill free before giving one last shove of his hand and stepped back from the Spanish playboy.
The priest watched as his so called lover clutched at the broken blade in his chest, pain etched on his features; whether from the growing burning hole in his chest or what he would surly think of as betrayal; the priest really didn’t care as he smiled at the creature as it slumped to his knees working to draw breath into burnt out lungs and dying heart then simply tilted his head back as his body was consumed from the inside out.
“Why?!” Was the soft question heard just before the creature died. The priest frowned slightly feeling a slight tug of guilt as he watched the black ashes of what used to be a powerful immortal twirl away with the slight night breeze.
“I told you once, I am what I am.” The priest blessed the empty soot stained spot, before brushing off his clothes, filling the touch and grace of God upon him for he’d destroyed another cursed creature in war for mankind. The slayer of immortals tucked his hands behind his back, nodding and smiling at the passing mortals as he exited the alleyway, turning to walk back to his car.
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