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vigorliTitle: The Blood Red Rose 9/?
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mamashope
Beta:romanabunny
Pairing:VM/OB, SB/Ethan.
Rating:Pg 17
Warning: Strong Language.
Disclaimer: Don't know these guys,no money made, no harm intended
A/N This is Craig's story, one which I felt really needed to be told ( Even though I highly doubt that those cursed plot bunnies would have had it any other way)
Banner By:teamane thank you for you hard work my friend.
The Blood Red Rose.
Part 9/?
" Viggo met my brother at a very early age; I believe it was when they both
started school. I never agreed to this friendship. You see Viggo came from blood money,
but of course my protests went unheard and the friendship was encouraged by my parents.
I watched as the two lads grew and became closer and my hatred grew every day.
Others thought it charming that wherever one of the boys were the other was close by.
I remember when my brother turned 21, he seemed so distant. I went to him and asked
him what the trouble was.
"I am in love," he said so softly.
"Really, and who might the lucky young be? I teased.
But he did not find it amusing. He turned away from me and poured himself a rather
strong drink. After he had swallowed over half of the drink he turned to me.
"Craig it is no woman which holds my heart."
I was not surprised, for it was one of the only things that my brother and I had in common.
"Hmm, I see," I said trying to hide my amusement. "And who is the gentleman?"
"Viggo."
"No, not him, please my brother. Do you not understand how dangerous that is?"
"I knew you would never understand," he replied angrily.
"It is not that I do not understand. I do. It is just that Viggo comes from a wretched blood line.
His family gained their fortune from the blood of many other families. Killing those which stood in their way. Certainly no good can ever come from this," I tried to reason with him.
"That is enough; I shall not stand here and listen to anymore of this. How dare you? I have
listened to this for 16 years; I shall not listen to it any longer. I will choose whom I love and
you shall not change my mind," he raged.
"But Mark, he will destroy you," my words fell upon an empty room, Mark was gone.
****
"Wait," Orlando said. "Did you say Mark?"
"Yes, that was my brother's name. Orlando, are you well? Your face is so pale."
"I'm....I'm fine," Orlando lied.
"Tell me, what is wrong? Please, I have caused you some distress."
"No, I'm fine really. Only, how did he die? Mark that is, how did Mark die?" Orlando said.
"He was killed by several of the local town's people. They..... they raped him and slit his chest
open; they removed his heart and left him in a dark cave right on the out skirts of town."
"Oh, fuck! But didn't you say that Viggo killed him?"
"He might as well have been the one to wield the knife. He took Mark as his lover. In the end that is what killed him."
"How can becoming someones lover end in a death so horrible?" Orlando asked. "I need to know how this is Viggo's fault."
"if he had not taken Mark as his lover, those vile bastards would have had no reason to kill him."
"There's more that you're not telling me, isn't there?"
"Yes, but I am not sure that you will accept the truth."
"Try me," Orlando challenged.
"Very well, but do not say that I did not warn you," Craig said softly as he continued his
bizarre tale.
***
"When I realized that Mark was no longer in the room, I ran from the house. I found him in the arms of Viggo. I remember I shouted for him to return, but he just looked at me, turned and walked away.
It was a few months later when I received word that Mark was dead; there was no explanation
as to how he passed away, just a short note from Viggo telling me the dreadful news.
I remember I screamed and cried; I cursed God and whatever other deities that might have been listening. I laid on my bed and prayed that death would claim me as well. A month before I heard about Mark, a fever came and claimed the lives of both our parents, so you see, he was all the family I had left in the world. I had not been able to contact Mark, so the guilt laid heavy on my shoulders. Finding out that he also was gone was more than I could bear. I began drinking heavily, rejecting any form of comfort that people would try to give. I had no use for their pointless and unwanted sympathy. I locked myself away; away from everything and everyone that would remind me of him.
It must have been two weeks later, when I woke to a pounding on my door. A voice demanding
entrance. It was Jackson, my lover, and a dear friend.
"Craig I know that this is a trying time for you, but you must listen to me. Mark is not dead,
at least not in the way that you believe. He was seen near town last night."
"How can this be? I have the note that I received, telling me of his death."
"Please, you must let me finish; He was not with Viggo but with some other men and it looked
as though they had blood on their faces. Craig; the next morning a young man was found dead
in the same location. He had bite marks on his neck."
"What, are you saying to me? Do you mean that Viggo lied about Mark's death and now he
is out there killing people?" I demanded hotly.
"No, I do not doubt that Viggo told you the truth about Mark's death, but he lives still and
needs sustenance. The man found was drained of blood."
"Are you telling me that you believe Mark was responsible for his death, that he has become
some kind of creature who must drink blood to survive?" I asked, incredulous.
"I do not know, I can not tell you if it was Mark and his compaions, or by the hand of some
other fiend, but the coincidence is there. The town is in an uproar; the next thing that you
know they shall come after you."
I did not know what to say. It seemed all rational thought had left me. I ran from the house.
It was pouring down rain but I paid it no mind. I ran to the woods, as if a secret knowledge
told me that if Mark were alive this is where he would be. I stumbled my way through the dense trees, their lower branches ripping at my skin. I stopped to catch my breath and that is when
I saw him. It was Mark; he was right infront of me. I could see he had blood on his hands and
I assumed he had hurt himself.
"Mark, Mark; is that really you?" I whispered.
He turned as if my voice had startled him. "Who are you?" he hissed.
"Mark, it's me, Craig; your brother," I all but sobbed.
I wanted to run and embrace him, but something held me back as I watched him. It seemed
as though he were trying to remember. Suddenly I saw a smile work across his face.
"Craig, my brother, of course I remember you. But why are you here?" he asked.
"I received word that you had died. Viggo told me in a note. But with my own eyes I see that
he lied to me. Then word came to me today that you had been seen, I had to find out for
myself, and by all that is holy; here you stand." I started toward him.
"No, Craig; please stay there. I am not as you remember me. I have changed," he replied in almost a whisper.
"Mark, you are hurt, there is blood on your hands."
He just smiled, "Do not be concerned, I am well. I must return to Viggo now, but I shall see
you again soon."
"Please come to the house, we can talk," I said.
"You would welcome me into your home?"
"Of course Mark, it is your home as well."
With that Mark turned and smiled again, "Well then, yes my dear brother, I shall visit you," he
said as he disappeared into the thickness of the trees.
"I knew that there was something different about him, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I returned to my home, soaked to the skin from the rain. But I did not care. Mark was alive.
I swore then to make Viggo pay for the lie which he told me. I do not wish to bore you with
the unimportant things which happened when I entered the house, but I will tell you that I
became quite ill. My lover Jackson led me to my bed, where he found that I was burning with a
fever. The physician was called and he too became concerned. But I had no worries.
Two nights later I opened my eyes to find Mark sitting on my bed. He told me that he had been
there every night since we had met in the woods. I could hardly lift my hand to touch his face.
He leaned closer. I felt his skin beneath my fingers, it was so cold.
"Craig, listen to me, your time here is short. You have contracted pneumonia. They say that
you will not last more than a night or two more. I can help you, but you must allow me to."
By this time I was too weak to do more than nod my head. I had no idea how he intended to help
me until he bent in and I felt his sharp teeth pierce the skin of my neck. I fell into a dreamless
sleep. When I woke I was no longer in my room. I found myself in a strange bed. My mind was
filled with pain, as was my body. I shook and cried, trembling from a cold that did not exist
except in my poor feeble mind. I tried to move but the pain just kept piercing me through to
my soul.
"Craig, it is alright, I am going to help you if you will allow it."
I turned to see Viggo sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked so concerned and caring that y I welcomed him. I remember he placed his arms around me and held me as I cried out
in pain.
"Shh, Craig; it will soon pass, but you must feed."
"Where is Marc?" I asked looking around the large room.
"He is waiting downstairs. He will come to you in a while," Viggo reassured me.
The rest of that night passed in a blur to my mind and is of no importance now," Craig said
as he looked at Orlando for a reaction to the tale that he had told.
Orlando looked at him and started to laugh. "I'm sorry, but do you expect me to believe
any of this?"
"Orlando, I am here to warn you; Viggo is a vampire. He has chosen you and now you are
in great danger."
"Chosen me for what exactly?"
"Perhaps his next victim, perhaps something more personal. I am not sure, but it could be....,"
Craig broke off and looked at the young man.
"Yes. Perhaps what? You seem to know so much about him, so tell me."
"Perhaps he has chosen yout to become his next lover," Craig stated bluntly.
"Lover, are you serious? Why would he choose me?"
"You look very much like my brother, Orlando. The same thick curls, beautiful dark eyes. Yes,
you look very much like him." Craig said as he touched Orlando's face.
Orlando pulled instinctively away from the other man's touch.
"Okay, now I think you should leave. I have heard what you had to say and I still don't
buy it. Vampires? Bullshit. Please just leave," Orlando said as he headed over to the door.
He was maybe half way to it, when he felt strong hands on his arms.
"Orlando, please. I am telling you the truth," Craig said in a pleading voice.
"You have offered me no proof at all, not for any of it."
"Proof, is that what you want? Then how is this for proof?" Craig said as he spun Orlando
to face him.
Orlando's eyes flew open as he looked at Craig's large white fangs.
"Perhaps you would like to know how they feel as I sink them into your soft flesh," Craig
said with a laugh.
Author:
mamashopeBeta:
romanabunnyPairing:VM/OB, SB/Ethan.
Rating:Pg 17
Warning: Strong Language.
Disclaimer: Don't know these guys,no money made, no harm intended
A/N This is Craig's story, one which I felt really needed to be told ( Even though I highly doubt that those cursed plot bunnies would have had it any other way)
Banner By:
teamane thank you for you hard work my friend.The Blood Red Rose.
Part 9/?
" Viggo met my brother at a very early age; I believe it was when they both
started school. I never agreed to this friendship. You see Viggo came from blood money,
but of course my protests went unheard and the friendship was encouraged by my parents.
I watched as the two lads grew and became closer and my hatred grew every day.
Others thought it charming that wherever one of the boys were the other was close by.
I remember when my brother turned 21, he seemed so distant. I went to him and asked
him what the trouble was.
"I am in love," he said so softly.
"Really, and who might the lucky young be? I teased.
But he did not find it amusing. He turned away from me and poured himself a rather
strong drink. After he had swallowed over half of the drink he turned to me.
"Craig it is no woman which holds my heart."
I was not surprised, for it was one of the only things that my brother and I had in common.
"Hmm, I see," I said trying to hide my amusement. "And who is the gentleman?"
"Viggo."
"No, not him, please my brother. Do you not understand how dangerous that is?"
"I knew you would never understand," he replied angrily.
"It is not that I do not understand. I do. It is just that Viggo comes from a wretched blood line.
His family gained their fortune from the blood of many other families. Killing those which stood in their way. Certainly no good can ever come from this," I tried to reason with him.
"That is enough; I shall not stand here and listen to anymore of this. How dare you? I have
listened to this for 16 years; I shall not listen to it any longer. I will choose whom I love and
you shall not change my mind," he raged.
"But Mark, he will destroy you," my words fell upon an empty room, Mark was gone.
****
"Wait," Orlando said. "Did you say Mark?"
"Yes, that was my brother's name. Orlando, are you well? Your face is so pale."
"I'm....I'm fine," Orlando lied.
"Tell me, what is wrong? Please, I have caused you some distress."
"No, I'm fine really. Only, how did he die? Mark that is, how did Mark die?" Orlando said.
"He was killed by several of the local town's people. They..... they raped him and slit his chest
open; they removed his heart and left him in a dark cave right on the out skirts of town."
"Oh, fuck! But didn't you say that Viggo killed him?"
"He might as well have been the one to wield the knife. He took Mark as his lover. In the end that is what killed him."
"How can becoming someones lover end in a death so horrible?" Orlando asked. "I need to know how this is Viggo's fault."
"if he had not taken Mark as his lover, those vile bastards would have had no reason to kill him."
"There's more that you're not telling me, isn't there?"
"Yes, but I am not sure that you will accept the truth."
"Try me," Orlando challenged.
"Very well, but do not say that I did not warn you," Craig said softly as he continued his
bizarre tale.
***
"When I realized that Mark was no longer in the room, I ran from the house. I found him in the arms of Viggo. I remember I shouted for him to return, but he just looked at me, turned and walked away.
It was a few months later when I received word that Mark was dead; there was no explanation
as to how he passed away, just a short note from Viggo telling me the dreadful news.
I remember I screamed and cried; I cursed God and whatever other deities that might have been listening. I laid on my bed and prayed that death would claim me as well. A month before I heard about Mark, a fever came and claimed the lives of both our parents, so you see, he was all the family I had left in the world. I had not been able to contact Mark, so the guilt laid heavy on my shoulders. Finding out that he also was gone was more than I could bear. I began drinking heavily, rejecting any form of comfort that people would try to give. I had no use for their pointless and unwanted sympathy. I locked myself away; away from everything and everyone that would remind me of him.
It must have been two weeks later, when I woke to a pounding on my door. A voice demanding
entrance. It was Jackson, my lover, and a dear friend.
"Craig I know that this is a trying time for you, but you must listen to me. Mark is not dead,
at least not in the way that you believe. He was seen near town last night."
"How can this be? I have the note that I received, telling me of his death."
"Please, you must let me finish; He was not with Viggo but with some other men and it looked
as though they had blood on their faces. Craig; the next morning a young man was found dead
in the same location. He had bite marks on his neck."
"What, are you saying to me? Do you mean that Viggo lied about Mark's death and now he
is out there killing people?" I demanded hotly.
"No, I do not doubt that Viggo told you the truth about Mark's death, but he lives still and
needs sustenance. The man found was drained of blood."
"Are you telling me that you believe Mark was responsible for his death, that he has become
some kind of creature who must drink blood to survive?" I asked, incredulous.
"I do not know, I can not tell you if it was Mark and his compaions, or by the hand of some
other fiend, but the coincidence is there. The town is in an uproar; the next thing that you
know they shall come after you."
I did not know what to say. It seemed all rational thought had left me. I ran from the house.
It was pouring down rain but I paid it no mind. I ran to the woods, as if a secret knowledge
told me that if Mark were alive this is where he would be. I stumbled my way through the dense trees, their lower branches ripping at my skin. I stopped to catch my breath and that is when
I saw him. It was Mark; he was right infront of me. I could see he had blood on his hands and
I assumed he had hurt himself.
"Mark, Mark; is that really you?" I whispered.
He turned as if my voice had startled him. "Who are you?" he hissed.
"Mark, it's me, Craig; your brother," I all but sobbed.
I wanted to run and embrace him, but something held me back as I watched him. It seemed
as though he were trying to remember. Suddenly I saw a smile work across his face.
"Craig, my brother, of course I remember you. But why are you here?" he asked.
"I received word that you had died. Viggo told me in a note. But with my own eyes I see that
he lied to me. Then word came to me today that you had been seen, I had to find out for
myself, and by all that is holy; here you stand." I started toward him.
"No, Craig; please stay there. I am not as you remember me. I have changed," he replied in almost a whisper.
"Mark, you are hurt, there is blood on your hands."
He just smiled, "Do not be concerned, I am well. I must return to Viggo now, but I shall see
you again soon."
"Please come to the house, we can talk," I said.
"You would welcome me into your home?"
"Of course Mark, it is your home as well."
With that Mark turned and smiled again, "Well then, yes my dear brother, I shall visit you," he
said as he disappeared into the thickness of the trees.
"I knew that there was something different about him, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I returned to my home, soaked to the skin from the rain. But I did not care. Mark was alive.
I swore then to make Viggo pay for the lie which he told me. I do not wish to bore you with
the unimportant things which happened when I entered the house, but I will tell you that I
became quite ill. My lover Jackson led me to my bed, where he found that I was burning with a
fever. The physician was called and he too became concerned. But I had no worries.
Two nights later I opened my eyes to find Mark sitting on my bed. He told me that he had been
there every night since we had met in the woods. I could hardly lift my hand to touch his face.
He leaned closer. I felt his skin beneath my fingers, it was so cold.
"Craig, listen to me, your time here is short. You have contracted pneumonia. They say that
you will not last more than a night or two more. I can help you, but you must allow me to."
By this time I was too weak to do more than nod my head. I had no idea how he intended to help
me until he bent in and I felt his sharp teeth pierce the skin of my neck. I fell into a dreamless
sleep. When I woke I was no longer in my room. I found myself in a strange bed. My mind was
filled with pain, as was my body. I shook and cried, trembling from a cold that did not exist
except in my poor feeble mind. I tried to move but the pain just kept piercing me through to
my soul.
"Craig, it is alright, I am going to help you if you will allow it."
I turned to see Viggo sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked so concerned and caring that y I welcomed him. I remember he placed his arms around me and held me as I cried out
in pain.
"Shh, Craig; it will soon pass, but you must feed."
"Where is Marc?" I asked looking around the large room.
"He is waiting downstairs. He will come to you in a while," Viggo reassured me.
The rest of that night passed in a blur to my mind and is of no importance now," Craig said
as he looked at Orlando for a reaction to the tale that he had told.
Orlando looked at him and started to laugh. "I'm sorry, but do you expect me to believe
any of this?"
"Orlando, I am here to warn you; Viggo is a vampire. He has chosen you and now you are
in great danger."
"Chosen me for what exactly?"
"Perhaps his next victim, perhaps something more personal. I am not sure, but it could be....,"
Craig broke off and looked at the young man.
"Yes. Perhaps what? You seem to know so much about him, so tell me."
"Perhaps he has chosen yout to become his next lover," Craig stated bluntly.
"Lover, are you serious? Why would he choose me?"
"You look very much like my brother, Orlando. The same thick curls, beautiful dark eyes. Yes,
you look very much like him." Craig said as he touched Orlando's face.
Orlando pulled instinctively away from the other man's touch.
"Okay, now I think you should leave. I have heard what you had to say and I still don't
buy it. Vampires? Bullshit. Please just leave," Orlando said as he headed over to the door.
He was maybe half way to it, when he felt strong hands on his arms.
"Orlando, please. I am telling you the truth," Craig said in a pleading voice.
"You have offered me no proof at all, not for any of it."
"Proof, is that what you want? Then how is this for proof?" Craig said as he spun Orlando
to face him.
Orlando's eyes flew open as he looked at Craig's large white fangs.
"Perhaps you would like to know how they feel as I sink them into your soft flesh," Craig
said with a laugh.
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Date: 2006-03-06 05:23 am (UTC)But GGAAAAHHHH Cliffhanger..... more soon please?
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Date: 2006-03-06 05:46 am (UTC)Sorry about the cliffhanger(evil grins)
I'm quite sure that Orli doesn't have any further doubts about vampires aren't you? I had actually been so wrapt up in the writing of this part that
I was having a real fight with my plot bunnies over this part, hmm so glad I won.
Thanks for you great fb.
Hugs
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Date: 2006-03-06 03:44 pm (UTC)*flails in anticipation*
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Date: 2006-03-06 06:58 am (UTC)Interesting that Craig still harbors such hatred for Viggo even after he was turned by Mark, and Viggo treated him so kindly... makes me wonder if there is more going on than he is admitting.
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Date: 2006-03-06 04:10 pm (UTC)Thanks for your fb and for reading.
loves and hugs.
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Date: 2006-03-06 10:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-06 03:04 pm (UTC)I am so glad that you are still reading and enjoying.
Your fb is always so positive and I really am grateful for that.
hugs.
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Date: 2006-03-07 01:59 am (UTC)damn, you're really trying to kill me with it though.
*waits (im)patiently for next installment*
once more with feeling - ooooh!
Romana x
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Date: 2006-03-07 03:26 pm (UTC)I am typing it today and I hope to have it to you tomorrow or the next day at the latest.
loves ya
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Date: 2006-03-07 03:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-07 03:25 pm (UTC)thank you and more coming soon (I hope)