Post by Faerlain on Sept 22, 2004 0:54:07 GMT
A/N:
This is a Blood and Chocolate fic. I do not own Vivian, Gabriel, or any other characters from the book. They belong to Annette Curtis Klause.
The character Xavier belongs to, well, Xavier.
Same for Sealla.
Do enjoy. This is my first attempt at Blood and Chocolate fanfiction. You do not have to have read the book, though it might help. In a nutshell, Vivian and all the other characters are lycans, werewolves, loup-garoux, whichever you prefer.
-Begin-
Fire. There was fire everywhere, singing her skin and causing her to howl out in pain. It surrounded her from all ends, boxed her in and left no room for escape. Despite it all, her father stood mere inches out of her reach. His usually calm brown eyes now reflected terror as she looked into them. The man she loved, who would give up anything for her to be happy. He was slowly being reduced to ash and she could do nothing to stop it. She was powerless, like always when it came to anything in her life.
With a final twitch of his once powerful body, he disintegrated into nothing. A scream erupted from her throat, soon to turn into a sonorous howl as she breathed her last. Her body slowly fell to the burning floor, only now just a memory…
With a loud gasp for air, Vivian shot upright in bed. Her usual groomed appearance was tarnished with tears running down her face and a mop of uncombed hair. After catching her breath, she glanced at the sleeping figure beside her. Good. Gabriel had managed to sleep through this nightmare. She hated it when he saw her like this and then looked concerned, always over the mental state of his poor b****.
Groaning, she tossed the covers off and stepped gingerly from the bed. He still did not wake, something that she was still glad for. The light was off in the bathroom down the hall, so she decided that might be the best place to head. Tucked under two large tiles in the floor was where she had taken to keeping her journal. Gabriel might be her husband, but he would never rule her thoughts.
The rest of the house was quiet as she slipped from the bedroom she now shared with Gabriel and began to creep down the hallway. After entering the bathroom, she turned on the light and locked the door. Her breathing had slowed and the nightmare had begun to fade from memory again. That's how it always tended to go. One day she could see her father as clearly as if he were standing right next to her, the next day she could hardly remember his hair color.
It didn't take much effort for the strong loup-garoux to lift the heavy tiles in the bathroom, revealing a small, hardback journal. She smiled just at the sight of it as she lifted it from the hollow ground, quickly replacing the tiles again. There always was the small chance that someone could pass by the low window that looked out onto the street and spot her sitting there.
The journal was a pretty thing, handcrafted by Vivian herself. The cover was a deep royal blue, with a poem engraved upon it. It had taken her at least a month to finish, but in the end she was satisfied with her work. Picking just the right poem had been even harder, but in the end she settled upon one of her favorites, an excerpt from a love poem by Sappho.
Some say a calvary corps,
Some infantry, some, again,
Will maintain that the swift oars
Of our fleet are the finest
Sight on dark earth; but I say
That whatever one loves, is.
Sighing, she cradled the book in her lap as she sat on the rim of the bathtub, pajama pants pressed against the cool surface. Hanging from the book was a small feather pen, which she soon felt inspired enough to pick up and write with. Her words went on for pages and pages until she heard an odd knocking on the window.
She knew who it was before she even turned her head. A large, shaggy silver wolf had it's front paws up on the windowsill and was proceeding to bang its large head against the glass, trying to get her attention. Occasionally a pink tounge would slip out and give the window a good lick. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. Who knows how many bugs had been smashed against that very piece of glass?
"Stop it, Xavier!" She hissed, not wanting Gabriel to wake up. The silver wolf gave a lopsided grin before disappearing below the windowsill and then reappearing after a few moments. Transformed back into a human with a mass of spiky green hair, he stood there in nothing but a pair of boxers. She was glad that he had the decency to put that much on.
It didn't take much effort for her to undo the lock on the window and allow the crisp air of autumn in. Xavier really was a sight. If she hadn't known any better, she would have thought that he had gone outside and rolled around in a mud puddle before paying her a visit, just to annoy her. She placed her journal down on the toilet tank before turning to address him.
"So, might I dare ask what you are doing at my bathroom window at two o'clock in the morning?" She whispered, her eyes half cold and challenging but also holding a bit of friendship as well. Xavier had been a friend and packmate of hers ever since she had been wed to Gabriel just a short while back. He was an odd one, having just showed up on the doorstep one warm day in April.
"I have to show you something. Come with me, Vivian!" He said, ending his sentence with a long howl. The moon wasn't full that night, but would be in only a few days. Of course she hesitated and shushed him before he decided to romp around the house, howling like a lycan possessed.
"You know that Gabriel's sleeping just a few rooms down…" She said, looking around outside to make sure that none of the human neighbors had heard Xavier's loud proclamation of joy. At her mention of Gabriel, Xavier did his saddest puppy-dog face. Gabriel would be furious to find her wandering the streets at this hour and he knew it.
"Just for a half an hour." He pleaded. "Sealla and I have found something." Upon the mention of Sealla, she looked around the side of the house for any signs of the black she-wolf. Sealla was more a friend of Xavier's than of hers and she honestly had no clue to where she came from either. Yet after watching her be accepted into the pack, she had grown to enjoy her company.
"And Sealla is…" She questioned, wanting to know the full extent of what she was getting into before running off. It wasn't worth risking Gabriel and her mother's scolding for something dumb. And she wasn't going to go wandering around in pajama pants and messed up hair for nothing. Crossing her arms, she waited for a response.
"She's back by the pond, guarding our little secret. But Viv, you have to come!" He said, staring right at her. Finally she rolled her eyes and gave in. Since the window didn't open, she took a few minutes to remove the pane and then squeeze out. Once out, she sighed and began to strip off her clothing till she was ready to change. Xavier politely looked away and she did the same for him.
Soon two wolves were padding down the streets of Maryland, luminous pelts shining in the glow of the streetlamps. A light breeze blew and ruffled the bathroom curtain ominously as every thought of her father completely disappeared from Vivian's mind.
This is a Blood and Chocolate fic. I do not own Vivian, Gabriel, or any other characters from the book. They belong to Annette Curtis Klause.
The character Xavier belongs to, well, Xavier.
Same for Sealla.
Do enjoy. This is my first attempt at Blood and Chocolate fanfiction. You do not have to have read the book, though it might help. In a nutshell, Vivian and all the other characters are lycans, werewolves, loup-garoux, whichever you prefer.
-Begin-
Fire. There was fire everywhere, singing her skin and causing her to howl out in pain. It surrounded her from all ends, boxed her in and left no room for escape. Despite it all, her father stood mere inches out of her reach. His usually calm brown eyes now reflected terror as she looked into them. The man she loved, who would give up anything for her to be happy. He was slowly being reduced to ash and she could do nothing to stop it. She was powerless, like always when it came to anything in her life.
With a final twitch of his once powerful body, he disintegrated into nothing. A scream erupted from her throat, soon to turn into a sonorous howl as she breathed her last. Her body slowly fell to the burning floor, only now just a memory…
With a loud gasp for air, Vivian shot upright in bed. Her usual groomed appearance was tarnished with tears running down her face and a mop of uncombed hair. After catching her breath, she glanced at the sleeping figure beside her. Good. Gabriel had managed to sleep through this nightmare. She hated it when he saw her like this and then looked concerned, always over the mental state of his poor b****.
Groaning, she tossed the covers off and stepped gingerly from the bed. He still did not wake, something that she was still glad for. The light was off in the bathroom down the hall, so she decided that might be the best place to head. Tucked under two large tiles in the floor was where she had taken to keeping her journal. Gabriel might be her husband, but he would never rule her thoughts.
The rest of the house was quiet as she slipped from the bedroom she now shared with Gabriel and began to creep down the hallway. After entering the bathroom, she turned on the light and locked the door. Her breathing had slowed and the nightmare had begun to fade from memory again. That's how it always tended to go. One day she could see her father as clearly as if he were standing right next to her, the next day she could hardly remember his hair color.
It didn't take much effort for the strong loup-garoux to lift the heavy tiles in the bathroom, revealing a small, hardback journal. She smiled just at the sight of it as she lifted it from the hollow ground, quickly replacing the tiles again. There always was the small chance that someone could pass by the low window that looked out onto the street and spot her sitting there.
The journal was a pretty thing, handcrafted by Vivian herself. The cover was a deep royal blue, with a poem engraved upon it. It had taken her at least a month to finish, but in the end she was satisfied with her work. Picking just the right poem had been even harder, but in the end she settled upon one of her favorites, an excerpt from a love poem by Sappho.
Some say a calvary corps,
Some infantry, some, again,
Will maintain that the swift oars
Of our fleet are the finest
Sight on dark earth; but I say
That whatever one loves, is.
Sighing, she cradled the book in her lap as she sat on the rim of the bathtub, pajama pants pressed against the cool surface. Hanging from the book was a small feather pen, which she soon felt inspired enough to pick up and write with. Her words went on for pages and pages until she heard an odd knocking on the window.
She knew who it was before she even turned her head. A large, shaggy silver wolf had it's front paws up on the windowsill and was proceeding to bang its large head against the glass, trying to get her attention. Occasionally a pink tounge would slip out and give the window a good lick. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. Who knows how many bugs had been smashed against that very piece of glass?
"Stop it, Xavier!" She hissed, not wanting Gabriel to wake up. The silver wolf gave a lopsided grin before disappearing below the windowsill and then reappearing after a few moments. Transformed back into a human with a mass of spiky green hair, he stood there in nothing but a pair of boxers. She was glad that he had the decency to put that much on.
It didn't take much effort for her to undo the lock on the window and allow the crisp air of autumn in. Xavier really was a sight. If she hadn't known any better, she would have thought that he had gone outside and rolled around in a mud puddle before paying her a visit, just to annoy her. She placed her journal down on the toilet tank before turning to address him.
"So, might I dare ask what you are doing at my bathroom window at two o'clock in the morning?" She whispered, her eyes half cold and challenging but also holding a bit of friendship as well. Xavier had been a friend and packmate of hers ever since she had been wed to Gabriel just a short while back. He was an odd one, having just showed up on the doorstep one warm day in April.
"I have to show you something. Come with me, Vivian!" He said, ending his sentence with a long howl. The moon wasn't full that night, but would be in only a few days. Of course she hesitated and shushed him before he decided to romp around the house, howling like a lycan possessed.
"You know that Gabriel's sleeping just a few rooms down…" She said, looking around outside to make sure that none of the human neighbors had heard Xavier's loud proclamation of joy. At her mention of Gabriel, Xavier did his saddest puppy-dog face. Gabriel would be furious to find her wandering the streets at this hour and he knew it.
"Just for a half an hour." He pleaded. "Sealla and I have found something." Upon the mention of Sealla, she looked around the side of the house for any signs of the black she-wolf. Sealla was more a friend of Xavier's than of hers and she honestly had no clue to where she came from either. Yet after watching her be accepted into the pack, she had grown to enjoy her company.
"And Sealla is…" She questioned, wanting to know the full extent of what she was getting into before running off. It wasn't worth risking Gabriel and her mother's scolding for something dumb. And she wasn't going to go wandering around in pajama pants and messed up hair for nothing. Crossing her arms, she waited for a response.
"She's back by the pond, guarding our little secret. But Viv, you have to come!" He said, staring right at her. Finally she rolled her eyes and gave in. Since the window didn't open, she took a few minutes to remove the pane and then squeeze out. Once out, she sighed and began to strip off her clothing till she was ready to change. Xavier politely looked away and she did the same for him.
Soon two wolves were padding down the streets of Maryland, luminous pelts shining in the glow of the streetlamps. A light breeze blew and ruffled the bathroom curtain ominously as every thought of her father completely disappeared from Vivian's mind.