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This story contains yaoi (boyxboy). Anyone who doesn't like this I suggest you read it and comment what's wrong about it. That way I can have a laugh. Those who do like gay couples... enjoy reading!
Summary: During a war between Angels and Vampires, a forbidden love develops.

Wow, that girl has a voice. She can scream like a herd of hellfire monsters trapped in a stove… or something.
She's not right though, although I wish she was. That freaking bitch is not dead, she's still moving. That's vampires for ya, always resilient. I thought bashing her head into a wall with all my force would be enough, though… but I guess in my half-dead, weakened state I didn't have the power I thought I had.

Instead of dying on the spot, like I should have, I have been saved by my own captive. How he got free, I don't know, but he distracted the females long enough for me to recuperate a little. Darn, it shames me how close I was to giving up… how close I was to dying.
But now is my chance to turn the tables. They're both weak, the one with the smashed head doesn't seem to have any vision left, and the other one was already weak.

Moving fast, I focus my energy on driving them further away from the angel. He's an easy target now, and the girls seem disorientated and confused. They're desperately looking for the way out. It's my turn to be arrogant.
"Thinking of running, girls?" I grin.
Provoking them in the state I'm in is probably not the wisest thing to do, but it sure is funny. They both lunge at me at the same time, but I saw it coming. Evading their weak blows, I start tearing their pretty little faces apart. I feel no shame, no remorse.
I'm attacking to kill.

Then at last, it's finally over. One of the bitches has her innards splattered all over my dark wall, so I'm pretty sure she's dead, and I'm sitting peacefully next to the other. My limbs feel so heavy, I can't lift myself. I can't bring myself to look at the angel either, fearing he might be dead. Speaking of which, I'm not entirely sure that I'm not in danger of dying myself. My body feels so weak; I must've lost an enormous amount of blood. I don't know how bad my injuries are, I only know that it hurts like hell.
But for now I concentrate on the breathing of the bitch next to me. It slows down with every gulp of air she forces into her damaged lungs. The rhythm of it calms me down, it intrigues me.
Then the moment I've been wanting for comes: The sound stops. Her chest stops moving, her eyes stop twitching.
It's over. They're dead.

Vampires rarely have friends, lovers or close relatives. There's no justice system like the humans and angels have. When someone gets killed, hardly anyone notices. They might wonder where they've gone, but not wanting to be mixed up in it, they leave it alone.
So I don't expect a horde of angry vampires at my doorstep. But I must be careful: They might come to my house, curious as to what happened. They might smell the angel's fresh blood as well… before the night fully falls over us, I must've taken care of the bodies and the angel.
I drag myself to where the Taÿos is. He looks terribly pale, but at least he's alive. He's got guts… I'd never expected that from him.
His white skin makes the clotted blood on his face stand out even more. He needs to be upstairs again, in my bed, where it's warm and safe, but he'll live. He'll live…

Two hours later, and the sky is now completely dark. I'm quite sure that I'm going to die. I've forced my body too far; I stretched it way over its limits.
The bodies lay in my garden, covered by nothing but a few wooden boards. My plan was to bury them, but of course, that was far too much. The broken window is closed off by blankets taped to it, but it's nowhere near perfect. It's icy cold downstairs.
Taÿos is now upstairs, thank god. Dragging him up was a terrible task, I'm happy he didn't wake up halfway. He's still fast asleep, but I don't fear for his life anymore. I fear for my own now, so I have left him untied. If I die, he can escape… well, so be it. I don't know why I even care. Tying him up would've been more work anyway.

My throat is dry, and breathing is difficult. I let myself fall on the floor, not having the power to drag myself any further. My vision is hazy and my senses dull. Above all, the thirst is killing me.

I desperately need blood.

Description
This story contains yaoi (boyxboy). Anyone who doesn't like this I suggest you read it and comment what's wrong about it. That way I can have a laugh. Those who do like gay couples... enjoy reading!
Summary: During a war between Angels and Vampires, a forbidden love develops.

Wow, that girl has a voice. She can scream like a herd of hellfire monsters trapped in a stove… or something.
She's not right though, although I wish she was. That freaking bitch is not dead, she's still moving. That's vampires for ya, always resilient. I thought bashing her head into a wall with all my force would be enough, though… but I guess in my half-dead, weakened state I didn't have the power I thought I had.

Instead of dying on the spot, like I should have, I have been saved by my own captive. How he got free, I don't know, but he distracted the females long enough for me to recuperate a little. Darn, it shames me how close I was to giving up… how close I was to dying.
But now is my chance to turn the tables. They're both weak, the one with the smashed head doesn't seem to have any vision left, and the other one was already weak.

Moving fast, I focus my energy on driving them further away from the angel. He's an easy target now, and the girls seem disorientated and confused. They're desperately looking for the way out. It's my turn to be arrogant.
"Thinking of running, girls?" I grin.
Provoking them in the state I'm in is probably not the wisest thing to do, but it sure is funny. They both lunge at me at the same time, but I saw it coming. Evading their weak blows, I start tearing their pretty little faces apart. I feel no shame, no remorse.
I'm attacking to kill.

Then at last, it's finally over. One of the bitches has her innards splattered all over my dark wall, so I'm pretty sure she's dead, and I'm sitting peacefully next to the other. My limbs feel so heavy, I can't lift myself. I can't bring myself to look at the angel either, fearing he might be dead. Speaking of which, I'm not entirely sure that I'm not in danger of dying myself. My body feels so weak; I must've lost an enormous amount of blood. I don't know how bad my injuries are, I only know that it hurts like hell.
But for now I concentrate on the breathing of the bitch next to me. It slows down with every gulp of air she forces into her damaged lungs. The rhythm of it calms me down, it intrigues me.
Then the moment I've been wanting for comes: The sound stops. Her chest stops moving, her eyes stop twitching.
It's over. They're dead.

Vampires rarely have friends, lovers or close relatives. There's no justice system like the humans and angels have. When someone gets killed, hardly anyone notices. They might wonder where they've gone, but not wanting to be mixed up in it, they leave it alone.
So I don't expect a horde of angry vampires at my doorstep. But I must be careful: They might come to my house, curious as to what happened. They might smell the angel's fresh blood as well… before the night fully falls over us, I must've taken care of the bodies and the angel.
I drag myself to where the Taÿos is. He looks terribly pale, but at least he's alive. He's got guts… I'd never expected that from him.
His white skin makes the clotted blood on his face stand out even more. He needs to be upstairs again, in my bed, where it's warm and safe, but he'll live. He'll live…

Two hours later, and the sky is now completely dark. I'm quite sure that I'm going to die. I've forced my body too far; I stretched it way over its limits.
The bodies lay in my garden, covered by nothing but a few wooden boards. My plan was to bury them, but of course, that was far too much. The broken window is closed off by blankets taped to it, but it's nowhere near perfect. It's icy cold downstairs.
Taÿos is now upstairs, thank god. Dragging him up was a terrible task, I'm happy he didn't wake up halfway. He's still fast asleep, but I don't fear for his life anymore. I fear for my own now, so I have left him untied. If I die, he can escape… well, so be it. I don't know why I even care. Tying him up would've been more work anyway.

My throat is dry, and breathing is difficult. I let myself fall on the floor, not having the power to drag myself any further. My vision is hazy and my senses dull. Above all, the thirst is killing me.

I desperately need blood.