"Kiss" (original) (raw)

Title: “Kiss”
Author: 616hasgotaname
Rating: R
Fandom Music/VAM
Paring: VAM, of course
Summery: Some of your best nights, are your best nightmares.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the character nor the song “Kiss” by London After Midnight. So don’t sue, I don’t have any money anyway.
AN: I know at the moment the whole Vampire thing is a bit overplayed, but when I was issued a challenge to write a story to this song it seemed like the logical fit. Pay no mind to whatever vampire story you’ve read in the past when reading this, for this is my own creation and a unique take on a gothic romance. I recommend listening to that song while reading, you’ll probably understand it more then. Or, you know, just read it…
Dedicated and inspired by xx_harlequin_xx

762 times I’ve laid my lips on his. 762 times I’ve let him whisper sweet nothings in my ear. 762 tears I’ve cried.

For 762 nights I’ve dedicated my life to him, throwing my own life away in exchange for his fantasies. He loves me, of that I’m sure; he just doesn’t know it yet.

He meets me at midnight, the pale moon casting an eerie light upon his stone white features. Love and death, he always tells me, go hand in hand. You can’t have one without the other. I believed him; I believed every word that slipped from his delicate lips with an unnatural grace. He spoke with charm and grace, using his hands to talk just as much as his mouth. He was beautiful and eloquent, dancing upon the tombstones and grave-markings as if they were a stage—and they were, a stage for the dead.

You’ll never understand The meaning in the end We’re standing at the gates You’ll meet the darker fate.

“I own you, my dear, dear boy,” he whispered in my ear, a puff of cold air brushing past my flushed cheek as he spoke. I only smiled in return; taking his hand as we waltzed about the graveyard, our feet kicking out and our bodies twirling around in the moonlight. We twisted as one, our bodies moving together until we were no longer separate entities, but one soul moving along the wind.

We laughed and he toyed with me, promising me a fate darker and more enticing than I could ever imagine. I wanted him to take me, every night; I wanted him to make me his and his alone. With his cold lips on mine, I silently cried out for him to steal me away from this world that I secretly despised.

He spoke of Gods and Goddesses, of love and war and death and passion. He spoke of these things as if he knew them. There was wisdom beyond his years glowing in his emerald eyes, sparkling as he unleashed his sinister knowledge upon me. He wanted me to know such things; he wanted me to share with him in the zeal of knowing what others are too afraid to see.

Your purity and rage Your passion and your hate You promised me more than bliss With your God and with your kiss

I wanted to be like him—no, I wanted to be him. I wanted to take him in my arms and tell him of everything I knew in life to be true, to share with him something no one else could. But that was his job, he was the keeper and I just the extravagant toy of an excessively spoiled child.

He owned me just as much as I owned him. We were lovers in the night, hiding from the world and from people who didn’t understand. He held on tightly to my soul, refusing to release me from his grasp, as I kept him alive and free amongst a world of unforgiving mortals. He owed his life to me, and I to him.

He preferred the cemetery for our midnight meetings—claiming that it was a place of solitude and peace. However, I knew his real motive for choosing such a gothic place. There were no people here, no one to interrupt us in our heated passion.

I’m on my knees I beg your mercy My soul is my loss I’m well hung from your cross.

Cold lips clamped upon my own, claiming me as his for another night. I let him push me back against the wall of a dilapidated mausoleum, my back scraping against the jagged concrete but my attention elsewhere.

His skin was like ice against mine, a trail of goose-bumps following his every touch as his fingers traced a path to my stomach. A gasp left my lips as his mouth found my neck, sucking and pulling on the tender flesh as if his life depended upon it. And, for all I knew it, it did.

I moaned as he bit down, crimson fluid flowing from the clean mark and running down the crook of my neck. His body heat warmed to match my own as he eagerly lapped up the blood, licking his lips when he was done and bringing them back down upon my own. There was nothing more tantalizing than the taste of my own blood.

Take me Take me in your arms my love and rape me Don’t hide behind your rage I know you love me And always will

I was the spider and he was the fly, trapped to me in a time of need and fervor. He needed me more than I needed him, and despite his strength against me I controlled him. He was mine.

I’ve come to know his kind, through dangerous encounters in alleys and sophisticated journeys to high-end pubs. They were different—cold, unloving, unforgiving, perilous. He was unlike any of them, spitting in their faces and turning his back, promising to return to me despite their demands of our parting.

I knew the end was near, but I no longer feared that what we had was so unreal. We were real, despite what the stories told us and the people shouted. I felt him inside me at every waking hour, his soul filling mine and making me complete. We’ve come to believe in something that was never truly there to others, but was tangible to us.

You’re my possession Of that, my love, there really is no question Don’t hide behind your rage I know you love me and always will

With every night, with every kiss, there was the chance that the morning after would never come again. I tried to block that thought from my mind, not wanting to admit that our time together was fading and our relationship dying. We would be together until the end.

I closed my eyes and let him lift me off my feet, placing me on top of a stone sarcophagus within the mausoleum, my body beside a granite statue of a woman’s. His eyes peered into mine when they finally opened, devouring me and smiling dreamily.

“Don’t go away,” I whispered to him, my hand reaching out to touch his rapidly cooling skin. He smiled down at me and placed a kiss upon my cheek, chaste and swift.

“Listen, child, you understand my will, my dark need,” he spoke softly, lying down beside me. I moved my eyes to stare at the concrete ceiling, unconsciously counting spider webs and cracks.

“I lov—” he cut me off with a finger to my lips, a slight hushing sound coming from his throat. “Take me to bed and rip me apart.”

He only nodded and bent over me, his body pressed tightly to mine.

My better half, it’s true Has seen the darker side of you Innocence stripped away At least I’ve the brighter fate.

His touch released my soul, set my body on fire and freed my mind. I wanted him to stay with me forever. I wanted to lie just like this and never move, keeping him by my side for all of eternity.

However, as daylight broke over the horizon, he was gone—the ghost of his touch lingering over my skin and sending a chill down my spine. I let my eyes slip shut and slammed my head against the stone sarcophagus in frustration. A single tear slipped from my tightly sealed eyes.

Tomorrow at midnight I would meet him again, and once more I would fear for the end. But for now all I could do was wait.

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A/N: Don't think I'm abandoning "Crawling Backwards," because I'm not. This was just a fun little thing I did to cure writer's block.

I'm thinking about leaving it a one-shot, but it could be a prelude to an epic story if you want it to be. Let me know what you want, and I shall grant all of your dark wishes.

Comments = Steamy Vampire Sex