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who_is_she) wrote2015-08-10 10:21 am
who_is_she) wrote2015-08-10 10:21 am
Sexy vampire yaoi
Jori really just wished he could say he had no regrets. He wished, laying on the cold ground against the trunk of a tree, that he could reassure himself that he'd lived life to the fullest, had left even the tiniest imprint on the world, but he couldn't. He supposed his parents would miss him, but it would take very long for the news to get back to them if it ever did.
He hadn't even completed his mission. He'd finally convinced his parents he was ready to set off on his own, ran off to join the Dawnguard, and then he'd gone and botched up his first mission like an idiot. It was just an old cave, rumored to be inhabited by vampires, and in his mission they'd said there'd be one, maybe two. Actually, there were four, and it was almost embarrassing how easily they'd overtaken him. At first he'd thought they'd just left him to die slowly because they retreated laughing after the initial attack, but as he hobbled out of the cave and attempted to find his way back to headquarters he realized he was feeling odd. He still tried to travel, but then the illness just got worse and worse until the sun started to sting.
Then he realized what they'd done to him.
He couldn't go back to the Dawnguard; they'd just kill him and say good riddance. He couldn't risk heading to a town or his parent's farm either, in case he hurt someone. Now he knew his knowledge of vampirism had been theoretical at best, because he didn't know if he was going to turn into a mindless, killing beast at some point, or if he would die if he didn't drink blood, or if he'd kill or turn anyone or anything he fed on.
He'd found a nearby secluded forest, devoid of people and creatures both, and sat down under a tree to try and figure out what to do. He knew he couldn't be trusted around other people, couldn't imagine anything worse than hurting someone or turning someone, so he came up with nothing.
He just got weaker and weaker as time went on, until his head was swimming and thick with fog and he could barely move his limbs. He'd die soon, he figured, and he just wished he didn't regret not experiencing more of life.
He hadn't even completed his mission. He'd finally convinced his parents he was ready to set off on his own, ran off to join the Dawnguard, and then he'd gone and botched up his first mission like an idiot. It was just an old cave, rumored to be inhabited by vampires, and in his mission they'd said there'd be one, maybe two. Actually, there were four, and it was almost embarrassing how easily they'd overtaken him. At first he'd thought they'd just left him to die slowly because they retreated laughing after the initial attack, but as he hobbled out of the cave and attempted to find his way back to headquarters he realized he was feeling odd. He still tried to travel, but then the illness just got worse and worse until the sun started to sting.
Then he realized what they'd done to him.
He couldn't go back to the Dawnguard; they'd just kill him and say good riddance. He couldn't risk heading to a town or his parent's farm either, in case he hurt someone. Now he knew his knowledge of vampirism had been theoretical at best, because he didn't know if he was going to turn into a mindless, killing beast at some point, or if he would die if he didn't drink blood, or if he'd kill or turn anyone or anything he fed on.
He'd found a nearby secluded forest, devoid of people and creatures both, and sat down under a tree to try and figure out what to do. He knew he couldn't be trusted around other people, couldn't imagine anything worse than hurting someone or turning someone, so he came up with nothing.
He just got weaker and weaker as time went on, until his head was swimming and thick with fog and he could barely move his limbs. He'd die soon, he figured, and he just wished he didn't regret not experiencing more of life.