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Reunions & Resurrections
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Final Fantasy VII › AU - Alternate Universe
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Final Fantasy VII › AU - Alternate Universe
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
945
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Final Fantasy and all associated characters are not owned by me, I make no profit from this story, only the idea for the story was mine!
Chapter 1
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He hit him head-on, knocking him back onto the couch, one hand seizing his head and the other his shoulder, forcing his head to the side to reveal his taunt neck. With a thin whimper he watched the head rear back and mouth open all the way from the corner of his eyes, with a flash it lowered, straight for the vulnerable flesh.
The pain was incredible, he felt like he was being cut open and the blood he was loosing felt even worse. He was unable to move as the other gulped at his throat violently, clawed hands trapping his helpless limbs down, arms by his sides while he made animal yet incredibly sensual noises as he fed at his neck.
He couldn’t even struggle as the life was drained from his veins, only lay helpless and listen and watch from the corner of his eyes until his eyes started to cloud over and the lightheadedness turned to cold, making him begin to shiver uncontrollably. The cold grew and increased until he felt like his entire body was completely icing up.
Even though his body was helpless his mind was his own, commanding him to stay conscious and sharp, he had to watch the other, to wait for the paralysis to wear off and his opportunity to escape and go straight to the police.
The thing was despite what was happening, his body and soul still completely trusted the silverette. It was as if it knew him better than he thought he did, in fact deep deep down he got the distinct sense of family-as if he was one of those family members you not only trusted with your life but beyond.
His body and soul told him to lay still, that if he lay placid and willing it wouldn’t hurt as much as trying to fight the drug and struggle, he had to reserve his strength. Once the silverette was done he would fully explain his actions and he would understand.
So he listened to his body and soul and tried to ignore the instincts that screamed at him to struggle and escape.
Suddenly the other drew away from his torn flesh, one hand pressed to the wound and face stained with a mask of blood. Locking eyes with him he held his clouded mind to him as he lisped thickly around teeth and blood “you can feel it now don’t you-our link-just like I did when I was brought over. Know this we are all related and come from one being, my sire. She gave her husband the gift of nine sons-Harker, Helsing, Seward, Morris, Godalming, Tepesh, Renfield, Westenra, and Stoker. Each of us comes from those nine and even though each generation may not have known each other, we are joined.”
He wanted to ask what he was doing to him, but he still couldn’t even moan-let alone make his tongue and mouth work. But the other seemed to read his thoughts and answered them “as you are now, as a human, you are powerless. Because of human blood in our family the others were powerless as well. Twenty years ago I almost died in an car accident. Our mutual ancestor and sire saved me by doing what I am doing now, purging the mortal blood and awakening and awakening HER pure blood in us. You see SHE is no longer human-mortal-she hasn’t been for eons. She told me before the birth of her sons she was cursed by a powerful witch to eternal life and abilities beyond human kind. This WE inherited in the womb but can not use due to the mortal blood inside us weakening us.
She told me before she left to go into a deep sleep she was appointing ME the guardian of her descendants, but I have been failing her lately.” he looked so miserable through the blood mask that he wanted to immediately comfortable the other but again couldn’t. The other-he would have to start calling him-Sephiroth-(although how he knew that was his full name, he didn’t know) went on “I know now I can no longer do this alone, I need your help and to do that I need to take your human blood from you and replace it with pure.”
He wanted to ask “why me?” and again the other answered his thoughts “it’s your destiny” and before he could even begin to form another thought the hand moved from his throat and the head had flashed down to the wound again.
The pain was so excruciating this time that as the teeth went back in he instantly fainted.
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He hit him head-on, knocking him back onto the couch, one hand seizing his head and the other his shoulder, forcing his head to the side to reveal his taunt neck. With a thin whimper he watched the head rear back and mouth open all the way from the corner of his eyes, with a flash it lowered, straight for the vulnerable flesh.
The pain was incredible, he felt like he was being cut open and the blood he was loosing felt even worse. He was unable to move as the other gulped at his throat violently, clawed hands trapping his helpless limbs down, arms by his sides while he made animal yet incredibly sensual noises as he fed at his neck.
He couldn’t even struggle as the life was drained from his veins, only lay helpless and listen and watch from the corner of his eyes until his eyes started to cloud over and the lightheadedness turned to cold, making him begin to shiver uncontrollably. The cold grew and increased until he felt like his entire body was completely icing up.
Even though his body was helpless his mind was his own, commanding him to stay conscious and sharp, he had to watch the other, to wait for the paralysis to wear off and his opportunity to escape and go straight to the police.
The thing was despite what was happening, his body and soul still completely trusted the silverette. It was as if it knew him better than he thought he did, in fact deep deep down he got the distinct sense of family-as if he was one of those family members you not only trusted with your life but beyond.
His body and soul told him to lay still, that if he lay placid and willing it wouldn’t hurt as much as trying to fight the drug and struggle, he had to reserve his strength. Once the silverette was done he would fully explain his actions and he would understand.
So he listened to his body and soul and tried to ignore the instincts that screamed at him to struggle and escape.
Suddenly the other drew away from his torn flesh, one hand pressed to the wound and face stained with a mask of blood. Locking eyes with him he held his clouded mind to him as he lisped thickly around teeth and blood “you can feel it now don’t you-our link-just like I did when I was brought over. Know this we are all related and come from one being, my sire. She gave her husband the gift of nine sons-Harker, Helsing, Seward, Morris, Godalming, Tepesh, Renfield, Westenra, and Stoker. Each of us comes from those nine and even though each generation may not have known each other, we are joined.”
He wanted to ask what he was doing to him, but he still couldn’t even moan-let alone make his tongue and mouth work. But the other seemed to read his thoughts and answered them “as you are now, as a human, you are powerless. Because of human blood in our family the others were powerless as well. Twenty years ago I almost died in an car accident. Our mutual ancestor and sire saved me by doing what I am doing now, purging the mortal blood and awakening and awakening HER pure blood in us. You see SHE is no longer human-mortal-she hasn’t been for eons. She told me before the birth of her sons she was cursed by a powerful witch to eternal life and abilities beyond human kind. This WE inherited in the womb but can not use due to the mortal blood inside us weakening us.
She told me before she left to go into a deep sleep she was appointing ME the guardian of her descendants, but I have been failing her lately.” he looked so miserable through the blood mask that he wanted to immediately comfortable the other but again couldn’t. The other-he would have to start calling him-Sephiroth-(although how he knew that was his full name, he didn’t know) went on “I know now I can no longer do this alone, I need your help and to do that I need to take your human blood from you and replace it with pure.”
He wanted to ask “why me?” and again the other answered his thoughts “it’s your destiny” and before he could even begin to form another thought the hand moved from his throat and the head had flashed down to the wound again.
The pain was so excruciating this time that as the teeth went back in he instantly fainted.
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