Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Vainin ❯ Nightmares & Early Awakenings ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: This story is one of my own creation, spawned from the wonderful inspiration I received from Gardian_of_the_shadow_relm on www.fanartcentral.com. The appearance and names of the two main characters belong to her and I feel like a mooch for using them, but I felt this story would be worth writing. Now that you know this please proceed to reading this lovely little result of personal entertainment, and remember: Reviewing is common courtesy.

 

Vainin

Chapter I - Nightmares & Early Awakenings

I was drowning, the current continuously fighting to pull me under as I thrashed against it desperately. It was dark, too dark to see, and I didn't know where exactly I was, or how I had gotten there. In some kind of strange detached way, as I fought the pull of the water, I found myself realizing how cold it was. Every inch of me was chilled and I was shivering badly- causing me to have to greater my efforts to keep my head above the water. I pushed such thoughts aside as I pressed on against the onslaught of freezing waves that crashed over me and tried to drag me beneath.

 

I'm not built for this. My body, though that of a males, is very slight in build, and very feminine in many ways. Even though I'm a vampire, I'm rather weak because of my small form. It makes fighting hard, whether it be another vampire, or, in this case, the sea's current.

 

I could feel my body weakening, and knew I couldn't continue like this for much longer. I was completely drained of my energy. I had no idea how long I'd been struggling, and though my mind logically told me it was possibly hours, my body's protest against the continuous movement of my limbs made it seem more like days.

 

Suddenly a large wave crashed over my head and I was pulled under. The water filled my lungs and prohibited my ability to breathe as I sunk lower and lower, blindly thrashing my limbs in a desperate and frantic attempt to break the surface again.

 

My strength gone and my hope lost, I came to the conclusion that I was going to die. And it scared the hell out of me.

 

Everything began to fade and I stopped struggling, just letting the current push me as it willed. The world became less real, less dangerous, but I was still afraid as my body stopped responding.

 

I woke with a jolt, eyes wide and gasping for breath. I felt my heart fluttering in my chest like a caged thing, and I brought myself into a sitting position as I attempted to breath past the pulse I could feel in my throat. I found myself looking around the room, searching, searching. Searching for something, but I didn't know what.

 

I was covered in sweat and it dripped down my skin in cold lines, causing me to shiver and curl up into the warm, soft, cotton mess of blankets and pillows that covered the king sized bed. Some people imagine a vampire's possessions to be all elegant and beautiful, but the truth is cotton sheets are a lot more comfortable than silk. It may not look as nice, but it's great for sleeping, and easy to clean. And ours have to be cleaned often…very often.

 

I startled when a pair of strong arms wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me against their warm owner. Me? Jumpy? Nooo…

 

“Shh… It's alright, it's alright. Everything is fine now, Craven.” A beautiful male voice whispered against my ear, causing me to shiver for a different reason than the cold sweat that dripped down my body. I recognized the voice to be that of my lover, Diesel, and I turned towards him, burying my face into his bare chest.

 

His hair was a beautiful ebony color, dyed in random streaks with some shade of green he seemed rather fond of. It fell past his shoulders to about his mid back. He was slim and -like most of us- very pale. His muscles were well defined and they rippled under his skin with each elegant movement. He was taller than me, 5'9”. Though, being 5'5” meant that a lot of people were taller than me.

 

His eyes were a gorgeous grey-green that matched well with the green he streaked into his hair. They were framed by long dark lashes that made them stand out in an awesome contrast with the pale of his skin. He was also wearing black eyeliner that smoked its way around those eyes in an expertly applied line, adding to the contrast and making his eyes seem all the more inviting, yet dangerous, like the sweetest poison.

 

He was wearing black, baggy jeans and nothing else. In fact, I was sure he wasn't wearing anything else; Diesel isn't too terribly fond of underwear.

 

He embraced me tightly and continued to speak soothingly to me as I listened, calming myself and steadying my breath. I didn't realize that I had been shaking until he pulled a blanket up around my shoulders.

 

When I was finally calm, asked me the question I had known he would ask in that gentle worried voice of his.

 

“What did you dream, sweetness?” He asked me as he used his long, nimble fingers to lift my chin to meet my gaze. I felt him searching my eyes as I answered him, his own filled with that love and concern I've seen in them so often before.

 

“It… it was dark and cold… the ocean… I couldn't breathe.” I stuttered out, surprised at how hoarse my voice sounded. I must have been crying out in my sleep.

“The drowning dream again?” he stated more than asked.

 

“Yeah…”I replied, embarrassed now. Most people think of fire when they think of Hell. I think of water. It's my greatest fear: Drowning. Once upon a time, when I was a small boy, I went swimming in the sea on a cold November night. I had hated my parents for moving me to this awful place, so I tried to swim home. As I got farther out, I began to grow weaker. I almost drowned that day, all because I was being stubborn and letting my anger pave my way. I was saved, hauled on board a ship that was sailing for the harbor. I was only eight then. Now, I'm embarrassed for letting my own actions bring me so close to death. At the same time though, I'm scared as hell of the water that gave no mercy once I had discovered my mistake.

 

I felt tears begin to sting the edges of my vision and I buried my face into the crook of Diesel's neck, praying he wouldn't be able to tell I was crying.

 

He always told me it was okay to cry. But HE never cried, he was strong, always. He had to be. He was the ichizoku goshujin- the “clan master.” He had to be strong. Everyone depended on him to be. I was his daini no tÅsotsu- his “second in command.” I needed to be strong too. I wanted to proved to him that I was worthy of my title, that I was strong. For this reason, I hated to let him see me cry.

 

He wrapped his arms around me tighter as my crying turned from silent tears to gut wrenching sobs, and began to rock us back and forth.

 

“Everything will be okay, my love, don't worry,” he whispered to me, comfort washing over me at hearing his voice again. Oh that voice. It could both send chills down my spine, and soothe me to a calm, dreamless oblivion.

 

I wrapped my arms around his neck and continued my loud sobs against his skin, wishing I wasn't this weak.

 

We stay that way for a long time, until I felt I had used up every last tear, and then he gently lifted my chin again to see my deep red eyes. There was concern written all over him and it wrenched my heart to know that I caused him to worry. I didn't like to be the cause of his pain.

 

I leaned forward and kissed those lushes lips. I roamed his mouth and sucked at his bottom lip. I moaned quietly into his mouth as he responded, fighting my tongue for dominance with his own in a never ending battle that I welcomed with open arms.

 

I opened my eyes, not exactly sure when I had closed them and found myself pushed onto my back with Diesel straddling my hips. He always knew what I wanted, and how to give it to me.

 

I felt him lean forward and press his hips against mine, the feel of him against me sending my blood rushing south and making things low in my body tighten as I squirmed beneath him.

 

We broke the kiss, both gasping from the sensations of our bodies pushing against each other as I involuntarily bucked my hips upward to meet his own.

 

I began to say something, but the words were lost on the way to my mouth and consequently replaced by another- this time louder- moan.

 

As he leaned down to kiss me again, someone began to knock upon the bedroom door.

 

We both froze, knowing there was no way to brush it off and continue our sexual escapade.

 

Slowly he rose from the bed and worked his way to the door, opening it and stepping out to talk to the person that interrupted our “bonding” time, leaving me to lay back down into the warm covers of the bed.

 

As I heard the door close and his footsteps draw closer, I knew the mood had been ruined.

 

He lay down next to me and embraced me once again, whispering words of apology and begging for forgiveness.

 

How could I ever be upset with him? I don't think I could be. He didn't understand it, but I truly loved him that much. Nothing could keep me unhappy when he was around.

 

I lifted my hand and placed a figure against his lips to silence him. He stopped in mid-sentence and stared back at me with an expression that clearly showed his love and appreciation.

 

I wrapped my arms back around him and lay my head onto his chest listening to the beating of his heart, the very organ that keeps us all alive. As I listened I began to feel drowsy again and soon slipped off into a peaceful dreamless sleep, filled only with the rhythm of Diesel's steady heart beat, and his slow, calm breath.

 

To Be Continued…

 

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