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15 April 2009 @ 07:32 pm
Drabble: In the Beginning  
Title: In the Beginning
Author: Vesta
Characters: The Gentlemen Winchester
No pairing
Rating: R to be safe
200 words sharp
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not making money.

Note: My day turned bad. Really bad. This is the prolouge to the Under-verse. 10th to be written but timewise before Under. If you want to read the next nine ones, follow the yellow brick tag that says shittyday-verse. This series of drabbles is now at a total of1350 words.

He didn't think, in the beginning. Didn't think about why they always met after dark. In cold basements, abandoned barns, the lack of light hiding their faces.
Didn't think about why they never ate together, they weren't hungry. He heard the whispers about people gone missing. He didn't connect the lost ones with their route. North, always North. To the dark, the cold.

A lonely house, he didn't think about the barred windows or the bolt on the basement door. He didn't think until he fell forward, down the stairs. Not until he heard the first soft swoosh of metal on leather.

He tried to think when they held him down, let their hard hands trail over him. A sharp nip over his wrist, breaking the thin skin. Another on his lip, releasing a slow trickle of crimson.

Their eyes shone in the dark, catlike and wild. It was so cold, the floor, but their touches burned him like wildfire. Consuming. Their kisses were icy, lips still soft. They smelled of old secrets, buried under years of pain. Tasted of screams and tears neverending.

They wanted what he had always had but never given. Now, when they could, they took.

softbluebuddy: Baby Blue Rosesoftbluebuddy on April 15th, 2009 08:45 pm (UTC)
What a perfect prologue. Though I am sorry that your day sucked so badly that you felt compelled to return to the shittyday-verse.

Nice job. ♥
Vesta: sambiggelois on April 16th, 2009 06:39 am (UTC)
Thanks. I had to vent a little. Been a while since the last time.
It was a very small thing but it turned so very very bad. It's mostly sorted now but I'm still hurting. I'll get over it.