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slashthedrabble - enjoy!
Fandom: Angel
Title: Life and Death
Pairing(s): Angel/Wes
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Heavy Thoughts, Dark!fic, Angsty Moments
Wordcount: 200
Life and death.
What a tangled web that is woven – so close together, and yet miles apart – and both of them wrought up by the same substance. The Life Force, the elixir that courses, unheeded, unnoticed through the veins of the living; that substance of so much fear and need and horror.
A liquid that kept the dead from death and kept the living alive.
Blood.
To lose it was to die, to keep it was to live – to feed off of it was to be living in death.
To drink from those who are dead already, to drink the taint that was their death-force, was poison. It killed the life that pumped through your heart, it shriveled the living thoughts in your head.
To drink from the living -
Well.
Now, as he drank from the wrist of the man that saved him from insanity, the man that dredged him from the nightmare that he slept in under the waves; he wondered which he was.
The living, the dead – or both.
The answer was as elusive as the dreams upon the waves, but his blood was as sweet as his living death of the past 200 years.
And he cursed his savior, the walking death-dealer – Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.
Fandom: MacGyver
Title: Hatred
Pairing(s): MacGyver/Murdoc
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, Dark!fic, Drama
Wordcount: 200
He lifted a hand to his mouth, the dried blood on them rough against lips, his tongue – the texture and taste of it as bitter and smoky as his hate.
But he didn’t hate him, oh no.
Actually, he couldn’t pinpoint the hate. It was hazy, ineffectual – like when the pain rose and wiped away all thought, all perception and left him with the sickly-sweet stench of his own blood.
It was drying now, making his skin tighten and ache where it lay, rivers and pools of it gathered in the hollows of his flesh, caught up in the sharp angles that made up his structure now.
It was drying, the pain fading with it.
But it wouldn’t last long.
Soon... Soon it would be fresh all over again – and with it the pain would rise and wipe away who he was.
But for now, he smiled his secret dark smile, and rubbed the vestiges of what he had been against his lips – another part of him lost, whittled away by agony and need – and tasted the hate in the back of his throat, thick and liquid bitter.
Like drying maps of blood.
Fandom: Stargate
Title: Blood Bond
Pairing(s): Jack/Daniel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, Dark!fic, Drama
Wordcount: 200
He could feel it. When the blade from the Replicated Carter sliced through Daniel’s chest and stopped his heart in less than ten seconds –
He could feel it.
He could feel the blood as it stuttered around the sharp metal, then gushed from the Doctor’s mouth, red, frothy rivulets of crimson surprise.
He could feel the pain rise in Daniel’s mind, then wink out, as his life ended – so undramatically, so quickly.
But it always came back to one thing.
He could feel it.
The blood.
And as Carter tried to tell him that there was no hope, that there was no way to rescue Daniel, that there was no way that he could have made it out alive –
He didn’t want to hear it.
Because he already knew.
It was over. But it couldn’t be over. Not like that.
And he sank into a fog, a wonderful, thought-dulling haze, getting through the day; hopes set on that one bright flash that blazed across his dreams, before it all went dark.
But his last feeling was of that one drop of blood, that one tear of crimson –
As it followed Dr. Jackson’s body to the cold, steel floor.
Hopefully, you enjoyed reading these as much as I did writing them!! It's been awhile - so be scathing, VERY scathing!! *Giggles...*
Love to ya'll - hugs 'n' kisses 'n' whips 'n' chains - I'll catch you guys on the flipside!
Mandy
slashthedrabble - enjoy!Fandom: Angel
Title: Life and Death
Pairing(s): Angel/Wes
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Heavy Thoughts, Dark!fic, Angsty Moments
Wordcount: 200
Life and death.
What a tangled web that is woven – so close together, and yet miles apart – and both of them wrought up by the same substance. The Life Force, the elixir that courses, unheeded, unnoticed through the veins of the living; that substance of so much fear and need and horror.
A liquid that kept the dead from death and kept the living alive.
Blood.
To lose it was to die, to keep it was to live – to feed off of it was to be living in death.
To drink from those who are dead already, to drink the taint that was their death-force, was poison. It killed the life that pumped through your heart, it shriveled the living thoughts in your head.
To drink from the living -
Well.
Now, as he drank from the wrist of the man that saved him from insanity, the man that dredged him from the nightmare that he slept in under the waves; he wondered which he was.
The living, the dead – or both.
The answer was as elusive as the dreams upon the waves, but his blood was as sweet as his living death of the past 200 years.
And he cursed his savior, the walking death-dealer – Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.
Fandom: MacGyver
Title: Hatred
Pairing(s): MacGyver/Murdoc
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, Dark!fic, Drama
Wordcount: 200
He lifted a hand to his mouth, the dried blood on them rough against lips, his tongue – the texture and taste of it as bitter and smoky as his hate.
But he didn’t hate him, oh no.
Actually, he couldn’t pinpoint the hate. It was hazy, ineffectual – like when the pain rose and wiped away all thought, all perception and left him with the sickly-sweet stench of his own blood.
It was drying now, making his skin tighten and ache where it lay, rivers and pools of it gathered in the hollows of his flesh, caught up in the sharp angles that made up his structure now.
It was drying, the pain fading with it.
But it wouldn’t last long.
Soon... Soon it would be fresh all over again – and with it the pain would rise and wipe away who he was.
But for now, he smiled his secret dark smile, and rubbed the vestiges of what he had been against his lips – another part of him lost, whittled away by agony and need – and tasted the hate in the back of his throat, thick and liquid bitter.
Like drying maps of blood.
Fandom: Stargate
Title: Blood Bond
Pairing(s): Jack/Daniel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, Dark!fic, Drama
Wordcount: 200
He could feel it. When the blade from the Replicated Carter sliced through Daniel’s chest and stopped his heart in less than ten seconds –
He could feel it.
He could feel the blood as it stuttered around the sharp metal, then gushed from the Doctor’s mouth, red, frothy rivulets of crimson surprise.
He could feel the pain rise in Daniel’s mind, then wink out, as his life ended – so undramatically, so quickly.
But it always came back to one thing.
He could feel it.
The blood.
And as Carter tried to tell him that there was no hope, that there was no way to rescue Daniel, that there was no way that he could have made it out alive –
He didn’t want to hear it.
Because he already knew.
It was over. But it couldn’t be over. Not like that.
And he sank into a fog, a wonderful, thought-dulling haze, getting through the day; hopes set on that one bright flash that blazed across his dreams, before it all went dark.
But his last feeling was of that one drop of blood, that one tear of crimson –
As it followed Dr. Jackson’s body to the cold, steel floor.
Hopefully, you enjoyed reading these as much as I did writing them!! It's been awhile - so be scathing, VERY scathing!! *Giggles...*
Love to ya'll - hugs 'n' kisses 'n' whips 'n' chains - I'll catch you guys on the flipside!
Mandy
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