Comparing Scars

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Thought I would just add a little something
Authors note: This was my first attempt at Vampire Viggorli. When vehiclesshockme first suggested it to me really. It has nothing to do with the Endless Nights verse really. But I sorta adore it. Also this is kinda the remixed version. I've tweeked it a bit but not much.

Title: Comparing Scar's
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
Warnings: none really. Unless you need a warning for Vampirism
Rating: pg-13
Feedback: Would be a loverly bunch of coconuts.
Crossposted at my writing journal a_case_of_you




     "This one here is from a feisty little Kyoto chit" I said pointing drunkenly at a long scar on my forearm. "Sun-chin was her name....I think." I blink a couple times and look at Viggo. Hrrrm there seems to be two of everything on him. Not a bad thing mind you, just disconcerting, not bad.
     "Elf boy, are you going to finish your story?" Viggo says pushing at me with one (two?) of his bare feet. Pretty feet. "Huh? What?" I ask looking up at his face blurrily
"Elf. Finish. Story." He replys punctuating each word with a kick to my shin (pretty foot).
     I nod, take another swig of rum out of the bottle that is set between us and continue "Anyway, Sun-chin came at me with an Ancestral dagger of some sort. Just be cause I happened to eat her beloved. "'S not my fault he was so tasty lookin. Chit cut me from here to here." I pointed roughly from my neck to my wrist "Damn thing stung like a bitch too. Got 'er back though."
     Viggo grabbed the bottle and chugged the last of it throwing down on the floor with a thud "What'd you do?"
"Took the dagger from her and made a pretty picture with her innards. The gods of her temple mustva loved that." I giggled out.
     Viggo blinked at me and than joined in on the giggle fit. Promptly falling off the edge of the bed as he rolled.
     I hiccupped one last giggle and Vig climbed back onto the bed "Ok you on the left, your turn." I say pointing.
     Viggo tilted his head at me than started "Lesse, this on..." he pointed to a long wicked looking scar on his abdomen "South America, 1960-ish. I was being hunted by a bounty hunter for 4 weeks or so. I finally killed him deep in the jungle, problem though was I was lost.
     Found a tiny village in the middle of nowhere. So I decided to get directions back to the city and than 'celebrate' with some of the local girls. It turns out they were decendents of one of the bloodier tribes of the Aztec. High Priestesses as it were. Not realizing I wasn't human they tried to sacrafice me. Sliced my guts right open." He paused in his story to snatch the bottle of tequila from me. Wait wasn't it rum before? What happened to the Rum? Oh well. I watched as he chugged half the bottle before continuing. "When they realized what I was they patched me up and apologised by giving me one of themselves for dinner. Never tasted anything as good as that priestesses Holy Blood."
     I blinked "Dija kill the rest when you healed?"
"Nah, nice girls the lot of them. Still send me offerings once and awhile too."