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poet_at_heart) wrote2011-04-23 01:47 am
poet_at_heart) wrote2011-04-23 01:47 am
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Title: One love, one blood, one life.
Pairing: ZoSanZo
Song: One
Artist: Mary J. Blige ft. U2
Rating: T
Warnings: There's blood drinking.
Disclaimers: I don’t own OP!
A/N: Well, this is my fic to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mistermushroom in our fic-exchange 8D And this is what happens when you give me a song I don't really get...
Sour. Bitter. Not the same. The blood that flowed over his tongue wasn't as sweet and powerful as he was used to, but he drank it anyway. He needed it, or he would die from the starvation. Not that he weren't already dead from that Goddamn bloodsuckers who had made him like this.
He relaxed his jaws and let the body fall to the ground as he stood up to look over the city. The police would find the body tomorrow when the sun shined. But he would be gone since long then, down under ground in the catacombs to sleep his undead sleep. His earrings chimed in the night breeze, scents were carried to his now sensitive nose, an assault he hadn't gotten used to yet. Though, he was getting there.
A sound behind him alerted him, made him turn around with that lightning speed he was also getting used to. But what the moonlight revealed before him, he was never, ever, getting used to.
That blonde hair, the slim figure and the nonchalant smoke which traveled against the starry sky, he hated it but it took the breath out of him. Since all of his body screamed at him that they were one. That they had to carry each other.
“One love, one blood, one life. Can you listen to me tonight?”
“Fuck no, Dartbrow, never.” He spatted the words at the other man, vampire, with a snarl on his face. “If you've come here to play Jesus again or raise more dead, then just leave. This dude will stay like this.” He said nudged at the corpse at his own feet with his boot, never looking away from his maker.
“Listen, Zoro, I'm not here to ask for forgiveness.” The hesitant step, the slightly frowned and irritated swirly brow, it were all just a play he had seen before. “It was you who asked me to turn you into this, so don't try to put the shitty blame on me.”
“You gave me nothing and that's all I have now.” The words dripped of venom, but not the soothing kind like the one in their fangs. No, he was bitter, pissed off and still hungry. No matter how much he blood drank, how much death he leaved behind, it was never enough. And he knew that the only thing that could clench that thirst was standing right before him. But he would be doomed to hell over and over again before he accepted that. “You can't ask me to hang on when all I have to hold onto is hurt. This shit is freaking hell! You knew that all along, so why didn't you just let me die?”
“...Is it making it easier for you to have someone to blame? Since as I said, it was you yourself who asked for 'this hell', since your stupid pride couldn't let you die in peace.” There was a snarl on Sanji's face too now, one which showed his pointy fangs and wrinkled his smooth skin. One ice blue eye narrowed, stared at his fledgling. “I never asked you to crawl before me, you bloody idiot, only to listen to me while you were getting used to this.”
“Fuck you, asshole.” He turned around, to leave the two dead bodies behind him, both the one on the ground and the one standing up. But there was something holding him back as that silk voice stroked his sensitive ears again.
“Marimo, it's too late to pull out the past tonight. To pull it out any night. Nothing will ever change what you've become, nothing but a second death.”
“So? I know this is my life now, but that won't make me stop looking for some way out of it.” He didn't turn around, but he didn't leave either, unable to do so as the blonde kept talking to him.
“When will you realize that we gotta carry each other? It's the way of life, I turned you vampire, then I take care of you and you take care of me. One love, one blood, one life.”
“Stop that fucking chanting.” The words were just shy of mere growls, as he forced his legs to move. He stalked away from the blonde, red blood still staining his chin as he looked up at the moon. Soon it would be full, soon it would have gone one month since he was turned into this. He wasn't that man's brother, son, mate or whatever shit he was spouting. Never would be either.
But they still echoed within, those words he had been told for the first time one month ago, under the full moon. And he cursed them over and over again, since they drove him to the blonde bloodsucker.
One love, one blood, one life.
Pairing: ZoSanZo
Song: One
Artist: Mary J. Blige ft. U2
Rating: T
Warnings: There's blood drinking.
Disclaimers: I don’t own OP!
A/N: Well, this is my fic to
mistermushroom in our fic-exchange 8D Sour. Bitter. Not the same. The blood that flowed over his tongue wasn't as sweet and powerful as he was used to, but he drank it anyway. He needed it, or he would die from the starvation. Not that he weren't already dead from that Goddamn bloodsuckers who had made him like this.
He relaxed his jaws and let the body fall to the ground as he stood up to look over the city. The police would find the body tomorrow when the sun shined. But he would be gone since long then, down under ground in the catacombs to sleep his undead sleep. His earrings chimed in the night breeze, scents were carried to his now sensitive nose, an assault he hadn't gotten used to yet. Though, he was getting there.
A sound behind him alerted him, made him turn around with that lightning speed he was also getting used to. But what the moonlight revealed before him, he was never, ever, getting used to.
That blonde hair, the slim figure and the nonchalant smoke which traveled against the starry sky, he hated it but it took the breath out of him. Since all of his body screamed at him that they were one. That they had to carry each other.
“One love, one blood, one life. Can you listen to me tonight?”
“Fuck no, Dartbrow, never.” He spatted the words at the other man, vampire, with a snarl on his face. “If you've come here to play Jesus again or raise more dead, then just leave. This dude will stay like this.” He said nudged at the corpse at his own feet with his boot, never looking away from his maker.
“Listen, Zoro, I'm not here to ask for forgiveness.” The hesitant step, the slightly frowned and irritated swirly brow, it were all just a play he had seen before. “It was you who asked me to turn you into this, so don't try to put the shitty blame on me.”
“You gave me nothing and that's all I have now.” The words dripped of venom, but not the soothing kind like the one in their fangs. No, he was bitter, pissed off and still hungry. No matter how much he blood drank, how much death he leaved behind, it was never enough. And he knew that the only thing that could clench that thirst was standing right before him. But he would be doomed to hell over and over again before he accepted that. “You can't ask me to hang on when all I have to hold onto is hurt. This shit is freaking hell! You knew that all along, so why didn't you just let me die?”
“...Is it making it easier for you to have someone to blame? Since as I said, it was you yourself who asked for 'this hell', since your stupid pride couldn't let you die in peace.” There was a snarl on Sanji's face too now, one which showed his pointy fangs and wrinkled his smooth skin. One ice blue eye narrowed, stared at his fledgling. “I never asked you to crawl before me, you bloody idiot, only to listen to me while you were getting used to this.”
“Fuck you, asshole.” He turned around, to leave the two dead bodies behind him, both the one on the ground and the one standing up. But there was something holding him back as that silk voice stroked his sensitive ears again.
“Marimo, it's too late to pull out the past tonight. To pull it out any night. Nothing will ever change what you've become, nothing but a second death.”
“So? I know this is my life now, but that won't make me stop looking for some way out of it.” He didn't turn around, but he didn't leave either, unable to do so as the blonde kept talking to him.
“When will you realize that we gotta carry each other? It's the way of life, I turned you vampire, then I take care of you and you take care of me. One love, one blood, one life.”
“Stop that fucking chanting.” The words were just shy of mere growls, as he forced his legs to move. He stalked away from the blonde, red blood still staining his chin as he looked up at the moon. Soon it would be full, soon it would have gone one month since he was turned into this. He wasn't that man's brother, son, mate or whatever shit he was spouting. Never would be either.
But they still echoed within, those words he had been told for the first time one month ago, under the full moon. And he cursed them over and over again, since they drove him to the blonde bloodsucker.
One love, one blood, one life.
If you fall asleep, I'll tickle you!
Then I'll just fall asleep on your boobies.
*huggles*
ooooh!!
Re: ooooh!!
So I just went back to basic and wrote something I love. Supernatural stuff (>w<)
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The vampires were a nice touch. :)
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*cough* I'm very happy you liked it, Urban Fantasy is my back-to-basics choice, so I'm glad I can still do it ^///^'
Sorry for babbling, but it's just very nice to discuss and hear opinions (>///<)
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If there's anything you think I could have done better, feel free to tell me! I'm always striving for getting better.