Category: Original
Rating: PG-18.
Warnings: Angst *, * Rape.
Word counter: 5600 approx. (Total)
Disclaimer: The story and characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons and / or events is purely coincidental. The story and characters are my own, any partial or complete reproduction is plagiarism (a crime!). Rights of authors to whom it may concern references to intellectual property of others.
Summary:
- How did you hear about all this? I thought he did not have those things ...
-Nunca really told me.
- So?
"Sometimes no words are needed. I never said directly: "My father raped me." I knew it, knew it all.
- When did you begin to suspect that David was ...?- question floated in the air. That
, that issue was heavier than lead and revealed human baseness, perhaps. They were the best people to judge?
"It's hard to think of one time ...- looked at his cup and diverting andl, spoke again - Do we ask a croissant or something? I have hunger.
- I do not! How do we want to be hungry when you're telling him to tell?!
-is that not eating or sleeping well since he was interned.
"Sure ... - murmured sorrowfully I asked what you want.
Another coffee. A plate with three croissants and toast another three.
"Now that I have food in front I feel I'll throw up if you like.
- Have not you got hungry? - Asked dissatisfied with the relaxed attitude of his brother. Still, could not complain, possibly kept hearing the story of mere curiosity. "It was not love for his brother?
"It's not that. I have hunger, but do not want to eat.
She looked weird, it was not normal. Although, on second thought: When was normal? When Luke was a boy comúny current? Slowly
took a croissant and began to eat. Every mouthful of their tea drinking.
"I guess I began to suspect" started in silence when Adriana was swallowing a toast when I read 'Velvet Rojo '.
- 'Red Velvet'? "A book? Who?
"A story. Paul.
- What was it?
"Mmm, how can I say? ...- A child was running on the local burst followed by his mother, distracting.
His sister also turned to see another distraction. The pequeñoy women sat near the couple and then waited for someone to come to entertain.
The cold seeped through the door and Luke simply threatened to snuggle m & aavero "I never said that Paul does not write well.
- Do not have a talent for writing?
"Nor did I say that. It's good, the problem is that everything is too tragic .- looked at the lady who accommodated the camperita to his son and saw the couple watched the scene with total tenderness - Do you read aloud? - back to complain.
-
closed his eyes heavy and resignation, and forcefully, as he always did. As at that point I had become accustomed. He felt his warm hands slide down his body and almost felt in every pore coara enjoy.
"Sure, the car probably equated things. It had to be! A car as a birthday gift should warrant that he might do with your body what it wanted!
"" Dad moaned roughly ...- to feel his warm breath on her private parts.
"I did not tell him the pleasure he felt the caress, why moaned, then?
"I felt I was dying of fever as well continue in this silly gameuest, I hurt the blow? I did not know, your body does not react, did not enter information into your brain and so was quiet as he slept.
"A violent shaking him awake. The nightmare had been squirming and sweating profusely. He wanted to remember what I dreamed ... What is dying? Was that it? That he died sad and alone, with the corrupt body of his lover lying asleep in bed beside her austere fríay occupied the bedroom department? That was not a nightmare, was a wish. Rubbed his eyes to wake up and finish his watch.
"In the drawer was waiting for the Gillette and bandages. Blood. Blood to relieve pain, trauma. Red elixir for a few days longer bear the torture. Does being the Chosen One was always going to hurt you? Yes, being the Chosen hurts. No, rather, is hurting him, the lover, the man of dark desires, dreams corrupt and broken into pieces. Was it some other kind of 'chosen'? I did not want to think, I did not ask anything. Because it hurts like anything metal blade. Living to support ... Hated it, that plan of life.
"had notplan of life! Only lived in the inertia of moving and breathing, if living meant other things - like love or feel good stuff - was dead.
"While considering the gillette wandered toured her wrist. First without force, then tracing slight marks and scratches. The last time he could not contain himself and squeezed. Blood gushed. Sweet and comforting as I remembered, warm and subtly idealized. The desire and ideas gradually lost, the noises could come from outside disappeared. The voice disappeared. It was like getting high without eating anything. It was like feeding the soul or the devil in him. Fue to find something not unpleasant. Was to die a little and stop living slowly, and at the same time find an energizing moment.
"Tears bathed her face, but did not care. The sobbing was gaining strength and voice made weak said: "Dad ..." He would not listen to him or what he said or tears. But the lover lurking. And the smell of blood as he called llamaríaa any wild animal.
"The Lover came without a word and lay down beside him. Observed the wound and took his hand gillette. He kissed her forehead almost tenderly, with theothers might go to say that resembled love. More Chosen knew.
"He loved his blood, above all things. And if there was a time when he could find was that vulnerable. If you put honeyed voice could give you anything, maybe it could even make love with him willingly.
"She smiled and took the injured hand. It was not cut too deep and I could not get as much blood as a principle. That did not stop to take the wrist of the other to his mouth and suck hard.
"-You're not a vampire, you're no David Talbot, you're David Ferrer ...
"- Would you rather it was, it was a bloodsucking vampire? - He was following the game?
"" No ...- stammered, was mareándose.
"She saw him moving his lips, whispering it softly. Had not removed the doll's mouth but he had said. True, not heard, but knew in advance what you said you ever told.
"finally embraced him and continued with what he had letor half done. And this time, contrary to his wish, moaned and cried ... And I hated a little more.
The silence was deathly. Did not look either. And Lucas did not eat or drink anything. was sad. The feeling that came off was sadness. Perhaps, now, sadness accompanied.
...- murmured "Poor Paul. He nodded without really paying attention to what he had said his sister.
- So well were things? "Sometimes worse. That was when Birthdaydo? Or sabíao did not want to tell, none of the options the met.
- What did you say? - Repeated emphasis, showing their need to know. His desire to know, rather. - "I love your blood. ... It's like velvet red velvet smooth and addictive. "
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