Girl in a coffin
Title: Girl in a coffin
Author: alles_luege
Pairing: Bob/ Emilie Autumn (gen)
Rating: PG
Summary: Bob is doing research on a nest of vampires in London.
Warning(s): vampires, angst, mild horror
Author’s Notes: Written for dwg because of this!
Word Count: 726
Beta:asm_z ,katelynelaine
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, not real.
~1~
Bob is doing sound for Empires. That's what he tells people and it's the truth. Bob is doing sound for Empires. He needed to get away from Chicago for a while and the crazy that is going on there. So that's why he is in London doing sound for Empires.
~+~
When Bob is not doing sound for Tom and his band, or drinking with Empires, or whoever's there, he is doing research; on monsters. Vampires to be precise. Bob is doing research on a nest of vampires in London. The thing is, this is still less crazy than the stuff that is currently going down in Chicago.
~+~
“Where the hell have you been?” Tom asks as he sees him. Bob looks down at himself. He is covered in mud and wet to the bone.
“Outside,” Bob says gruffly.
“Obviously. Is it raining?”
“We're in England,” Bob answers and Tom laughs.
~2~
Bob is on to something, he can feel it in his bones. He could just... he should call for back-up. He can't take out a whole nest. He knows that, but he also knows that the local hunters are dicks. All ten of them. So he doesn't call for back-up. He can just take a look and if it is what he thinks it is, he'll call Ray or Frank...Frank should be in Europe right now. Yeah, Frank. He hasn’t seen Frank for some time. Since the whole mess with Otter. He doesn't want to think about it.
~+~
The underground is a fucking maze. The parts that aren't in use anymore could creep out a lesser man than him. Bob shivers and takes a breath to calm down. He itches for a smoke, but would do him no good to smoke now; he needs his hands. Vampires are vicious and fast and love to kill. It's the pumping of the blood, the fast beating of the heart, the smell of fear. Like a drug, adrenaline rushing through veins. Like a good show, Bob imagines. Like watching Gerard sing into Frank's ear. He shakes his head. No use in thinking about the past. He adjusts his backpack and rounds the corner.
~+~
Something is very wrong; all of his alarm bells are ringing. Very loudly. Two vampires in front of him and they are kind of...he would think dying was the right word, but vampires don't just die. Not like that.
He approaches the spot carefully and without making a noise, because these fuckers are also clever. Nothing happens.
Not even as he is standing directly in front of them. They just sit there. Eyes closed, faces pale and beautiful and they are dying. As if something or someone is draining their lives. Bob has no clue what the fuck is going on here.
He looks up from their dead faces and at the wall. Someone sprayed: Can't break the dead girl's heart on it. Something cold is slithering up his spine, he shakes it off, pushes the dying vampires aside and begins to dig directly underneath them.
~3~
The coffin is so old it comes apart under his fingers. It smells like wet earth and rotten wood, like old death. When he starts removing the wood the first thing he sees is a pale wrist. He swears and grabs his stake. Damn vampires. He has to remove more earth and wood to get to her heart.
She's naked. Her clothes rotted away a long time ago. He ignores her perfect breast with the soft pink nipple and drives the stake into her un-dead heart.
She screams and then takes a shuddering breath. Bob can hear it in the total silence. There is no blood as he takes out the stake. The pale hand removes wood and earth from her face and she looks at him.
Green surprised eyes; a curtain of dark red hair, like a bloody veil, and then she smiles.
~+~
Her name is Emilie and she is freaked out. So is Bob - on the inside...
~+~
She has no fangs, she isn't shivering and her hand in his feels kinda warm and like it belongs there. He offers her his jacket and she smiles again.
And Bob thinks he might be in love… or in very deep shit.
~end~
Author: alles_luege
Pairing: Bob/ Emilie Autumn (gen)
Rating: PG
Summary: Bob is doing research on a nest of vampires in London.
Warning(s): vampires, angst, mild horror
Author’s Notes: Written for dwg because of this!
Word Count: 726
Beta:asm_z ,katelynelaine
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, not real.
~1~
Bob is doing sound for Empires. That's what he tells people and it's the truth. Bob is doing sound for Empires. He needed to get away from Chicago for a while and the crazy that is going on there. So that's why he is in London doing sound for Empires.
~+~
When Bob is not doing sound for Tom and his band, or drinking with Empires, or whoever's there, he is doing research; on monsters. Vampires to be precise. Bob is doing research on a nest of vampires in London. The thing is, this is still less crazy than the stuff that is currently going down in Chicago.
~+~
“Where the hell have you been?” Tom asks as he sees him. Bob looks down at himself. He is covered in mud and wet to the bone.
“Outside,” Bob says gruffly.
“Obviously. Is it raining?”
“We're in England,” Bob answers and Tom laughs.
~2~
Bob is on to something, he can feel it in his bones. He could just... he should call for back-up. He can't take out a whole nest. He knows that, but he also knows that the local hunters are dicks. All ten of them. So he doesn't call for back-up. He can just take a look and if it is what he thinks it is, he'll call Ray or Frank...Frank should be in Europe right now. Yeah, Frank. He hasn’t seen Frank for some time. Since the whole mess with Otter. He doesn't want to think about it.
~+~
The underground is a fucking maze. The parts that aren't in use anymore could creep out a lesser man than him. Bob shivers and takes a breath to calm down. He itches for a smoke, but would do him no good to smoke now; he needs his hands. Vampires are vicious and fast and love to kill. It's the pumping of the blood, the fast beating of the heart, the smell of fear. Like a drug, adrenaline rushing through veins. Like a good show, Bob imagines. Like watching Gerard sing into Frank's ear. He shakes his head. No use in thinking about the past. He adjusts his backpack and rounds the corner.
~+~
Something is very wrong; all of his alarm bells are ringing. Very loudly. Two vampires in front of him and they are kind of...he would think dying was the right word, but vampires don't just die. Not like that.
He approaches the spot carefully and without making a noise, because these fuckers are also clever. Nothing happens.
Not even as he is standing directly in front of them. They just sit there. Eyes closed, faces pale and beautiful and they are dying. As if something or someone is draining their lives. Bob has no clue what the fuck is going on here.
He looks up from their dead faces and at the wall. Someone sprayed: Can't break the dead girl's heart on it. Something cold is slithering up his spine, he shakes it off, pushes the dying vampires aside and begins to dig directly underneath them.
~3~
The coffin is so old it comes apart under his fingers. It smells like wet earth and rotten wood, like old death. When he starts removing the wood the first thing he sees is a pale wrist. He swears and grabs his stake. Damn vampires. He has to remove more earth and wood to get to her heart.
She's naked. Her clothes rotted away a long time ago. He ignores her perfect breast with the soft pink nipple and drives the stake into her un-dead heart.
She screams and then takes a shuddering breath. Bob can hear it in the total silence. There is no blood as he takes out the stake. The pale hand removes wood and earth from her face and she looks at him.
Green surprised eyes; a curtain of dark red hair, like a bloody veil, and then she smiles.
~+~
Her name is Emilie and she is freaked out. So is Bob - on the inside...
~+~
She has no fangs, she isn't shivering and her hand in his feels kinda warm and like it belongs there. He offers her his jacket and she smiles again.
And Bob thinks he might be in love… or in very deep shit.
~end~