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Just One Kiss - Mineya_nyan - Vassalord. Faultlines - dai - Vassalord. Pietà - remuke - Vassalord. Sometimes, he dreams of rain. It’s usually on nights (days, technically) after Chris has come back from being away for just a little too long. A strange sort of comfort, the way he always announces his arrival in the same manner: a sword in the dark (or his back), traps set and obviously seen. Gambits that would work on any other vampire, were they not him. It’s their own sort of mating ritual, he supposes. But if it’s the excuse Chris needs to let himself feed, then Johnny doesn’t mind at all. Sometimes, he wonders if Chris dreams about the rain, too. It’s the sort of dream that plays like a movie: he’s aware of the dream, knows what will happen every time. But he’d been damned, really, from the first moment he laid eyes on him. It’s the reason he doesn’t think he could stand it if Chris said he remembered. So he dreams alone, in silence, as familiar horrors unfold before him.

It wasn’t until he became conscious of the faint echo of footsteps that he realized people were moving above. Private Sabbath, a vassalord fanfic. +Private Sabbath+ A Vassalord Fanfiction Johnny Rayflo—as he was currently known—dynamically threw open the door to the penthouse hotel suite and burst through to look around. His childish grin only grew to astronomical proportions once he took in the sight of the full living room, Jacuzzi, and fully-stocked bar. He spun around in the entranceway with both arms outstretched. "Ohhhh, Cherry, you shouldn't have! " he giggled. "It's Charley," he heard before his companion shuffled through the door, spine hunched over from the weight of his and the giggling fool's combined luggage. Charles J. "You can't be tired already! " "That doesn't mean I'm not allowed to be tired," he retorted. "And the night is still young! " "Master, you know I told you next time we traveled it would be in first class, but with a flight that long you had to eventually take shelter from the sun.

"Yeah, yeah. " Charley sighed and stood straight, adjusting his glasses on his nose with his metallic fingers. "Good, good. "So? Digital Love - Vassalord: One-Shot: Sentimental Kind of Mood. Title: A Sentimental Kind of MoodFandom: VassalordRating: PGSummary: Sometimes you have to dig to find the sentimental moments...Author's Note: Hi there! Hope you all enjoy my first little jump into the fandom!

Forgive the purple prose. :D He keeps it pressed inside a book to allow it to wilt within. Over time, it turns the color of parchment, blushing deep brown along the edges as the stem curls in on itself despite the weight of the pages. There the daisy remains hidden away while the world changes around it, until charred stone walls echo emptily in abandoned halls and everyone who lived within them are long since dead. Well…almost everyone… The brittle petals catch his attention as they tumble from the pages to scatter in the grass, crumbling and fragmenting with age. Fingers feeling numb, he lets it fall back to the ground, crushing it and all the others beneath his boot.

Quickly now! …But it’s already too late. “Forgive my disturbing your meal.” He likes being hungered for. “Cherry?” Story: Vile Temptation. The Definition of a Monster - thucyken - Vassalord. Rayflo looked at the bed. It was neatly made up—sheets tucked under, hospital corners, pillows perfectly parallel to the headboard. Minear had learnt that from Cherry, no doubt. You could take a boy out of the orphanage, but you couldn't take the orphanage out of the boy, even after a hundred and forty-five years. Probably you could bounce a quarter off the bed. But money wasn't what he wanted to be bouncing off the bed tonight.

He pulled the cover down and messed it up, piled the pillows into one giant messy stack and then arranged himself so he was leaning up against them. Rayflo smirked. Cherry didn't stand a chance. He heard a knock at the door and tried to control his grin. Cherry had his close-enough-for-horseshoes-and-hand-grenade's priest's outfit on, naturally. Rayflo had no problem with blasphemy. Cherry would cosplay a priest while he did the Vatican's dirty work, but that was all. "Hello, Cherry," he drawled, looking as inviting as possible. "You haven't been by in a while. Sacrifices for Love - Rekall - Vassalord. The room was dark when Rayflo woke that night. The thick curtains that use to block out the sun in the daytime were shoved aside revealing city lights that lit up the black sky. Rayflo realized that Chris must have opened the curtains before leaving.

As he sat up in bed, Rayflo wondered where Charley went. He already knew that the other man wasn’t in the apartment, but that wasn't uncommon. Standing up, Rayflo materialized clothes for himself since he still had been naked from the night before. Walking over to the window, Rayflo opened it and relished as the cool air entered the room. Normally it would be hard to find Charley in such a large city, even for Rayflo. It wasn't long until Rayflo realized where he was being led, an old church in a nearby neighbourhood, impressive in size and with expensive stain glass windows. The only lights lit inside were hundreds of candles that created an eerily atmosphere. "Chris! " "...Master... " "I think you should punish him now. " Rayflo had enough. The Elagabalus’s Wine - Cornerofmadness - Vassalord. Charley dragged home, tired to the bone. The mission had been grueling, but it was done. He was tired.

Worse, he was hungry. Restraint became difficult when he’d gone this long between meals. Sacre came up to him as he trudged through the living room and Charley gave the cybernetic hound a pat with an equally cybernetic hand. Setting it down on the dresser reverently, Charley got into the shower. “Miss me, cherry?” Charley shoved Johnny, nearly sending the vampire sprawling out of the tub. He dared a look over his shoulder and caught the expression on Johnny’s face. When the vampire poked his nose into the room, he had shucked his wet clothing except for a pair of damp silk boxers. Charley couldn’t stop the rush of water in his mouth or even slow the appearance of his fangs.

Johnny drove him back toward the bed, but it was Charley who pushed him down onto the mattress. The vampire hunter snatched them away and slowly worked his way up one leg. “You need me. “I am your wine.” NoChick_Fics' Fanfiction Journal - Moment of Silence. NoChick_Fics' Fanfiction Journal - Eat and Run. Exceeded: gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. Title: Happy Birthday, Mr PresidentWord Count: 1041Rating: PGSeries: VassalordNotes: Prompt was birthday~ It comes around every year, just like clockwork: the same old teasing about how he's getting older and older, sometimes a little cupcake with a candle on top the extent of their celebration. He would prefer no celebration at all, to be honest, perfectly content with passing the day just like any other, but Master seems to be adamant on making something of it.

Charley has given up on trying to understand it by now, just sighing and accepting the little gifts as he would anything else given to him by his Master: the briefest cursory glance before tucking it away somewhere. The customary squabble, then, over how he hadn't even looked at it, "Cherry doesn't appreciate anything I do for him", and what different upgrades he should get. If there's a better model for any of his parts, and whether they can afford it (which, with the Vatican's salary, they most certainly can). "Master. " Spring Kinkfest - Step in the Same River (Vassalord, Cherry/Rayflo, R) Title: Step in the Same RiverAuthor: devikunPrompt: Vassalord: onsen, in retrospect, it had been a bad ideaWords: 4000 approxRating: RWarnings: horror, triggering issues abortion/miscarriage imagery/associations Summary: When is a vampire hunt ever simple?

Massive thanks to smillaraaq for the very, very fine beta. Her insights into my story made me sound and feel a hell of a lot smarter than I actually am, so any remaining errors are definitely mine. A little background about the creature. Something else that I didn't originally intend, but that my beta spotted immediately, is the connection to Japanese belief regarding the mizuko (lit. water child). Smillaraaq for pointing these things out and talking so honestly and intelligently about them, because I never consciously intended those particular connections, and also because, considering the potentially sensitive nature of the subject, I definitely needed to provide the appropriate warnings. Anyway, here ends my rambling notes. "Where? " Daichuus: drabble, vassalord. Series: Vassalordcharacters: Johnny, CherryChris word count: 351summary: [Purely speculation.]

He used to have a child's hands... rated: PG-ish Written for stopping ♥ ~ There was a mistake in leaving him alone for any given moment, a child like Chris. --who stood peeking around the corner of a door frame, lips twisted into a grimace. Johnny whistled low in the silence, crouching to be level with the top of his head. "What did you do now? " What-- Chris stood drowning in one of his shirts. It was a favorite; some deep burgundy that would rub across his arms and torso in a feather-light caress as he wore it. "Playing dress-up, huh? " A slip, he realized, when Chris began to cry seconds later, tears instantly staining the fabric without hesitation. Chris. He pressed a kiss to the spot just above the dip of his nose. It was going to be difficult letting him go. ...if he ever could at all. The Vinegar Murders - perch - Vassalord.

The Vinegar Murders Prelude - The Vampire and the Reverend Charley's hands worked over the Rosary, his mouth forming the words of a Glory Be to the Father as he approached a decade and the contemplation of The Resurrection. The beads were worn and brittle under his hands, a string he'd had for well over a hundred years. His thoughts focused on God, while his stomach twisted with the thirst. He hadn't had a meal in six days and the hunger was gnawing at the back of his throat, distracting him from his work. "Cherry," the long, dark man in the doorway drawled. "I haven't seen you with those in a long time. " "It's Charley," the big man said, distracted from his prayers by the sight of his Master and the object of his thirst.

"Going out? " "I have a new assignment. " "Don't you need to feed before you go," the man asked, shrugging open his shirt.. "Master," Charley hissed, his fangs sinking into the offered throat. "So not cute," the man said, pulling a drag from his cigarette. 1. "It's Charley. " A Boy Called Chris - Rekall - Vassalord. "Hey, are you still alive? " Rayflo asked as he poked the small body of the boy who was fast asleep and curled up next to next to him. It was the first night after they met and Rayflo was surprised to discover that the boy was still around. He thought the child would have run away once it was light out, yet here he was, still around in his tattered clothes and long messy hair.

"Stupid kid," Rayflo fondly murmured as he ruffled the child's head. "I really will eat you one of these days. " Moving slightly, the boy woke up, giving a yawn and a stretch before looking up at Rayflo with sad, silent eyes. "You're hungry; I get it," Rayflo said while sighing and running a hand through his hair as he thought it over. Another rumble from the boy's stomach forced Rayflo to make up his mind. Rayflo turned to head up the stairs from the basement but stopped when a tiny, cold hand clutched his own and refused to let go.

"Don't give me that look; I'm going to be back soon," Rayflo protested. It hurt.