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TITLE:The Blood Red Rose.

AUTHOR:ME

RATING:PG 17

DISCLAIMER: I don't know or own any part of these guys, but if Viggo were a vampire he could bite my neck anytime.

WARNING: Strong language,and sexual encounters.

BETAED BY:romanabunny Thanks hon for your patience,and keep the blue and red ink flowing.

SUMMERY: Can love really win over a heart that is so darkened.

Dedicated to the many vampire story writers that I have read on lj.



BANNER: Created by the one and only teamane



The Blood Red Rose.
Part One.
" And locally. The police are still baffled by the strange murders of
young men that are plaguing our town. Last night the body of a 24
year old man was found by the banks of the Stillman creek. The police
are withholding the name of the victim, pending notification of next
of kin. This now brings the count up to seven, yes seven unsolved murders,
and when trying to get information,this reporter found the police to be
very uncooperative. The only Statement that they would give was.
"There are no new leads."
"That in itself would leave this reporter to wonder, if they will find the
person, or persons responsible for these horrendous
crimes. I am hoping that there will be no further murders, before they
do. This has been 6:00 o'clock news with Karl Urban. Thank you, and have
a blessed night."

Karl knows the shit is going to hit the fan over this broadcast, but he
doesn't give a damn.
This is just what the police need to get their asses in gear. Hopefully
they will start really looking for this killer now, he thinks as he heads
for his cubicle size office.
"Karl!" he hears the voice of his boss boom out loudly.
"Shit," Karl says as he turns toward the big office in the middle of the
room.
"Come in and close the door."
Hugo Weaving sits at his desk, his back is turned toward Karl. He is at
the top of his profession, and no matter what Karl may think of the man,
he is truly excellent at his job. There is no way that Hugo is going to take
this sitting down. He turns as he hears the other man approach the desk.
" Would you mind telling me what the fuck you thought you were doing out
there," he says as he looks at his star reporter.
Karl notes the rise to his eyebrow.
Yep he's pissed, he thinks as he starts to speak.
"Well it's like this, I just wanted to get those assholes moving, I don't think
that they are doing enough to find this fucking maniac," he says hanging his
head. "I figured that if I challenged them, well perhaps I could help one poor
bastard stay alive. I just can't take anymore....deaths," he says softly.
Hugo looks at the man standing in front of him, shakes his head and speaks
a lot calmer than he feels.
"Well it would seem, you got them moving alright, right down my fucking throat.
Hell Karl, you know I don't mind taking the heat, if I know what I'm taking it for.
You should have warned me, told me what the hell you were planning, I probably
wouldn't have liked it, but at least I would have known it was coming. I mean, shit,
to openly attack the whole fucking police force like that, and me, I never saw it
coming. I at least prefer to be kissed before I'm fucked. I end up looking like some
fucking idiot."
Hugo is ranting by this point.
"Hugo please, just listen, I'm sorry. You're right I should have warned you, I....I
just wasn't thinking, which isn't an excuse. I just don't want to see anyone else
end up like....Chris," he finishes sadly.
Hugo looks at him, remembering the pain that this man has already gone through.
"Karl, you have a great voice and visual ability, but if you ever pull a stunt like
this again, I swear I will fire your gorgeous ass on the spot. Now get the hell out
of my office."

As Karl drives home, he thinks about what Hugo had said,
Yeah, like hell you would fire me, I'm the best fucking thing that has happened
to that puny little station, and you very well fucking know it, he thinks dully.
If it wasn't for the fact that he really loves his job, Karl probably would have quit by now.
But he knows that he won't he is to hopelessly in love with the spotlight.

The rain is just starting to fall silently on the ground below his window as he wakes.
He hears the thunder rumbling in the distance. The storm surges through him as his
naked body stretches. He turns toward the window, and pulls back the heavy, black
curtains. He smiles into the darkness. His hunger is strong tonight, possibly because
of the storm coming in.
" Hmm, maybe something sweet tonight." He silently laughs to himself as he goes to
dress.


The boy stands under the overhang of a closed store front, trying not to get any
wetter than he already is.
"Damn, I hate this kind of night," he says to the boy who shares the dry spot with
him.
"Yep, the pickin's sure are slim. No one want's to come out when it's rainin' like
this, not even to get fucked."
As they continue to stand there hoping for the storm to pass, a sudden flash of
lightning shows the silhouette of a man standing a little ways from them. Both boys
jump slightly at his sudden appearence.
"Hi boys; sure is wet out here tonight, wouldn't you say?"
They notice how softly he speaks, with a raspy sound to his voice.
" It sure is,"the first young man says as he moves over for the man so he can join
them under the overhang. He looks at the two boys standing with him. The one
next to him has dark hair, almost black, and the biggest brown eyes.
Hmm, puppy dog eyes, the man finds himself thinking.
The other is blonde, with blue eyes. Both are attractive, but since he has a thing
for dark hair and eyes, he turns to the young man next to him.
"So are you working on such a terrible night, sweetheart?"
The boy moves in a little closer and looks up at him.
"Yes sir, still gotta eat, ya know. Why, might you be interested in some compeny?"
he asks making contact with the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen.
"Oh, I am definitely interested, come on baby," the man says as he puts his arm
around the young man's shoulder.

"who the fuck does that arrogant prick think he is? I mean, shit, he makes it
sound like we're sitting on our asses while this bastard's out there on his very
own fucking killing spree," Elijah says as he bursts through the door to the precinct.
"Now calm down 'lijah; Christ, you're to young to be giving yourself a heart attack,"
Orlando says with a little laugh.
" Please don't tell me you think this is funny?"
Orlando turned to look at his partner.
"'Lijah, you know better than that. I just have no intension of letting this guy piss me
off. Besides I kind of understand, his brother was one of the vics, remember? He's
angry, can't say I blame him, you know," Orli says as he walks over to the board to
check assignments.
"Besides you know as well as I do, this son of a bitch is going to screw up, and when he
does, he's ours."

"So baby, how old are you honestly?" the man asks as he gently touches the younger
man's face.
"Why, you a cop or something?" the boy replies.
The stranger's eyes sparkle with laughter.
"No sweetie, I'm no cop. I just like to be sure that I'm getting what I'm paying for, that's
all."
He can see the boy visibly relax.
"I'm 16, but I'll be 17 in about a month. So is that what you were looking for?" he asks
with those puppy dog eyes.
The man laughed as he says, "Yes love, that's exactly what I am looking for."
He then turns the corner and they come to a door, which he unlocks. The halls of the
apartment building are dark and dimal. The boy can smell the strong scent of urine and
stale booze, but he is use to these odors,
"Wow! I can't see a thing," the boy exclaims.
"Hmm, are you afraid of the dark, my lovely one?"
"No, I ain't afraid of nothin'," he says lifting his head high.
"Really? Better watch yourself here, the step is broken, wouldn't want you killing yourself
now, would we?" the man chuckles low in his throat.
Something in the way the man says this and the laugh makes the young man shiver.
"Come on, we're almost there now."
The man takes the boy's hand in his as they proceed down the darkened hallway. The
boy can hear music coming from one of the apartments, and laughter from another.
The man stops and places a key in the door in front of him.
"Come on in, take your coat off, and warm up a bit."
The young man looks around quite surprised to find the rooms to be very clean.
" Hey not bad," he says as he turns to face the older man.
He too is removing his hat and coat. The boy looks him over. He is very handsome
with sandy blonde hair, and very well built. But the thing that the boy can't get
past, are his eyes. They seem to change color.
It's almost as if he can look right into my soul, the boy thinks.
Man, this might not be so damn bad.
"Are you ready to get down to business? The first thing I want for you to do is to
go in there and take a shower. I have this thing about cleanliness," he tells him
with a smile.
"Cleanseliness is next to Godliness, at least that's what my mom always used to
say."
The man looks at him, there is a dark glint that shines bright in his eyes, actually
turning them green.
"Yeah, something like that anyway," he says with a little throaty laugh.

Karl arrives home and checks his answering manchine.
Nope nothing important, he thinks.
He deletes the two messages that are there. He goes upstairs to bed.
God this has been too long of a day, he thinks tiredly.
Just glad it's over.
As he lays on his bed his thoughts turn once again to his brother.
Damn, he thinks as the memories flood through his exhausted mind.
He had been at work when he received the call.
"Karl Urban, here, how can I help you?"
"Mr.Urban, this is Detective Bloom, I have to speak with you, but please not
over the phone. Do you think that you could come to headquarters so we can
speak privately?"
"Sure, but can you tell me what this is about?"
"Please like I said, I really don't want to discuss this over the phone."
He had arrived at the station within half an hour of the phone call.
"Mr.Urban?"
A man approached him, Karl looked at him.
"Yes."
"I'm Detective Bloom," the man said offering his hand to Karl.
"Please won't you come right this way?"
He led Karl in to a room down the hall, and asked him to have a seat.
"Please detective, I'm pretty busy, can we get on with this?"
He had noticed the young British detective hesitate.
"Um, we found a body last night, and we have reason to believe it might be your....
brother."
" What, are you seriuos? My brother is at my house."
"Have you actually seen him this morning?"
"No, but that's not unusal, he sleeps in because he works nights."
"So then you never saw him come home last night?"
Orlando then pulled a picture from a folder on the table and had Karl look at it.
He softly asked,"Is this your brother, Mr.Urban?"
Karl doesn't remember much after that, only that he had cried, he had screamed
at the young detective, who had put a caring arm around him.
But the rest is still pretty much a blur.
"Chris, I swear I won't let them stop, not until they find whoever did this to you,"
he whispers into the night.

"'Lijah, come on, we have a robbery in progress," Orlando yells as he hangs up
the phone.
"Damn it's been pretty busy tonight," Elijah remarks as he grabs his coat.
"I don't know why, but I think it's going to get a whole hell of a lot busier,"
Orlando mutters.

The boy steps into the shower, while the older man watches him.
"So baby; what's your name?"
The boy looks into the eyes of the man.
God he's got the greatest eyes, the boy thinks.
"Um, they call me the gypsy, ya know,'cause I'm like everywhere," his laugh is
a little nervous sounding.
The older man is staring at him, his eyes are intense and never falter.
"Well then Gypsy, if you're finished, I believe we have some business."
The boy steps from the shower, and takes the towel that the man offers him.
"Thanks. So what's your name, if you don't mind me asking?"
The man replies with a slight smirk, "No baby, I don't mind. The names Viggo."
He walks closer to the young man. Gypsy feels a shiver run down his spine as the
man gathers him into his arms. He looks once again into those awesome eyes; he
feels himself becoming light headed, confused.
What the hell is this about? he wonders.
"Come lover," Viggo says in a raspy, sensual voice, as he claims the mouth below him.

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it's fairly easy. the way I do it is go to where it was posted, under your posting should be the word Link, click on that, then at the top you should get the little icons, click on the pencil and that takes you to the edit page.

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Thank You so very much... Sorry about the mistake.