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01-27-2011, 04:57 PM | #1 |
Registered Nurse Emperor
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Hiyas all! Well, a few years ago, I started a horror themed Joe fic, but never took it any farther than this. I keep thinking about picking it back up, but with school, I'm not sure when I would have the time. I thought I would share what I had finished (and recently updated a smidge) and see what people thought of it.
------------------------- The room was sparsely lit with barely more than a few scant candles to give illumination to the huge chamber. The figure slowly glanced around taking it all in – his family had amassed so much and now it could possibly slip away from them at any moment. The lighting was kept simple here not just because of their “sensitivity”, but also because too much light seemed to reveal all the imperfections of the place. The wood of the antique bed was starting to rot. Threads of tapestries separating like the many alliances they had dissolved in the past. The paintings with spreading water spots, cobwebs along the ceiling, and the walls beginning to crumble - it was possibly the end of a dynasty and the only person he could turn to was now nothing more than a worthless junkie; his brother had become a husk of his former self. Tomax looked over at his twin and watched as he collapsed to the floor with an erotic, almost obscene grin on his face. Xamot’s body trembled with pleasure as the warm wave crashed down upon him once more. “Brother,” a choking pause. “You must try some of this… it is quite exquisite.” His breath seemed to become more and more ragged with each drink he took. Tomax flinched as the gunshots and mortar blasts were filling the air outside. How could someone so similar to him be so different? Wealth, prestige, power – those are what life were supposed to be about, not some weak addiction. Looking down, he could feel his brother pulling on his pants leg, “Please… just a quick sip,” Xamot rasped. “It is some… something you won’t soon… forget.” Tomax closed his eyes and pitied his brother. The choice had been his in the first place and he had coaxed his brother along almost unwillingly, but once he had seen what true power was like, he swore up and down they had done the right thing. Times like this are when Tomax wondered if he’d been right doing all this in the first place. “Very well,” he relented. “If it will silence your incessant ramblings for a few minutes, stand aside.” Xamot smiled and backed away from his brother. He jumped to the bed as if to get a clearer view of the whole picture. The fidgeting man sat there bouncing as if on the brink of some amazing discovery or, quite possibly, the edges of madness. He watched to room intently and studied it all not wanting to lose this moment. The small table adorned with small trinkets and intricate carvings running up the legs sat in the middle of the room. Placed ever so precisely on it table sat the champagne glass with the stained rim and the razor beside it – he watched as his brother walked past the set up and to the altar. “There must have been something I messed up.” His mind raced as he thought to himself, “What have I done wrong now?” He spoke up quickly, “What… what are you doing brother?” Tomax turned back to his brother with a look mixed of pity and shame, “If I’ve taught you one thing – which you obviously don’t care about – the sweetest nectar is taken directly from the fruit itself.” “But…” Tomax spun quickly on his heel and his eyes glazed over with red, “SILENCE!” The trembling man jumped off the bed and knelt down beside it hoping to escape the wrath of his brother. “Please…. I meant no disrespect.” “It is not just me you disrespect when you do this! It’s an abomination!” Stalking over to his brother, he picked him up by his throat easily, “Our psychic link… do you realize what you’re doing to us? To me?! We have been given a gift and you are squandering it. You are my family and I love you, but if you keep this behavior up our link will dissipate and we will have no use for the other… you wouldn’t want to be alone again would you?” Xamot shook his head frantically, “No! No, brother, please… I don’t want… don’t want to be alone again.” Lowering his brother slowly, Tomax looked him in the face. “I truly abhor that this seems to be the only way you can learn, but so be it. Now… let me try this ‘exquisite’ thing you seem so enamored with.” As he strode over to the altar once again, Tomax thought back over the past weeks. The bond with his brother was almost nonexistent. He would be in his vault and would look up and there would be Xamot with no warning. He no longer got the shared feelings of contentment or pleasure his brother took from simple everyday tasks - not even the pain, which was the only welcome change. That lasted until just now. Whatever Xamot had taken in to his system had triggered something and Tomax wasn’t sure what it was. All he knew is that as soon as he picked up his sibling, he had felt his grip on his own neck. Perhaps that is all that stopped him from finishing what he longed to do since his brother had become so tainted and weak. Looking down, his eyes traced along the altar at what lay bound to the huge stone slab before him - female, short brown hair, some kind of military outfit. Looking over her web gear, he saw grenades, ammo clips, and a compass - typical. Stretching his arm out slowly, he caressed the side of her face and slid his hand along her cheek. Gently, he slipped his hand below the collar of her shirt and gripped behind her neck. As he lifted her up he whispered into her ear softly, “Don’t worry my dear… this won’t hurt – much.” Parting his lips, he ran his tongue over his teeth seductively as his canines began to lengthen slightly. Leaning in, he sunk his teeth into the woman’s vein and drank slowly and deeply from her. Running his eyes along her body again, Tomax saw something he had overlooked – a vial of water with a cross on it and a small wooden stake. Once he saw that, it drove him over the edge. He was filled with passion, anger, thoughts of betrayal, and delusions of grandeur. The plans he had for this vessel! He closed his grip tighter and began to drink from her with more vigor than ever. A gasp of pain and pleasure escaped her lips; her arms struggled helplessly against the restraints. Tomax lost his grip on the woman as a rush of her blood entered his system and began to mingle with his own. As the dark haired soldier crashed back down to the slab, Tomax crumpled to the cold floor beside the altar and his eyes fluttered slightly. Xamot looked with wide eyes at his brother, “I can tell… the look on your face… you feel it too.” Tomax wiped the excess blood from his lips and nodded slowly, “Yes. You were right my brother. She is most… exquisite.” Once more he felt explosions rip through the air outside, but now they no longer troubled him – the tide has just turned and he could only mimic his brother’s insane grin. |
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