Sanders sides oneshots (request closed)

Burning light

Eyo! So, this oneshot is actually inspired in my Vampire AU, which i'm writting a book about. The book is called That Wasn't Wine, and the first chapter is already posted. This story takes place 81 years before the start of the book. This may not be the only vamp AU oneshot I do, and one of my friends really wants me to do a book about these. We'll see. 

In the meantime, enjoy this oneshot and please go ready the new book!!

type: vampire AU (That Wasn't Wine...)

ship: Demus

genre: angst

requested by: me

TW: angst, burns, vampires, mentions of blood, hurt, some anxiety 'n intrusive thoughts (i think that's the big stuff, lemme know if i skipped something)

word count: 1568

It was the early afternoon of August the second, 1933. Janus woke up that day earlier than usual, not sure on the exact reason. All he knew was that it'll be hard to fall asleep once more, that he had awoken to stay awake. It didn't matter much, the vampire felt relaxed and with energy. He stared at Remus's sleeping figure next to him. He looked so peaceful when he slept, so different from the bunch of nerves he had become over the past few years... Janus kissed his husband's forehead, wondering on what to do now that he was up.

Perhaps he could go continue practicing with the violin and finish the composition he was writing for Remus, the gift for their 125th anniversary. Their anniversary wouldn't be for another 6 months, but composing a song wasn't something that came naturally for the vampire; he needed his time.

The man went outside, carefully closing his bedroom door, not to awake Remus before turning on the switch, making the hallway light up. Electricity, such a wonderful thing. Janus remembered the times where he had to go with a candle at night because of the darkness. Now, he just had to flick a switch.

His instrument, the violin, was in the room at the end of the hallway, the creative study. The house they lived in was very big, which allowed the vampires to have more than one study. One was for formal matters, the one where they actually did the work, while this one was the "creative study". In here, Janus practiced with his violin, Remus wrote poetry and painted, Virgil sketched and watched the other two work.

Janus smiled as he opened said door, altho the smile didn't last long, being replaced by a brutal pain-struck scream.

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Remus jolted awake to the scream. Janus.

He fumbled his way out of the bed, reaching for his crutches. He cursed his way out of the room, going as fast as his one leg allowed him towards the origin of the sound. Janus.

Oh Janus- He was laying on the floor at the end of the hallway, pressed against a door, shaking uncontrollably. He was hugging himself with his right arm, the left one falling numbly to the side. He-

Remus ran to his side to evaluate the damage. It was even worse up close. It started just bellow the ear, trailing down his neck to the shoulder and part of the chest. Skin bright red, swollen, shiny, red, so red. Remus's hands shook as he tried to think on what to do.

This was bad. Bad. Bad. Janus- Janus, he- this was bad. Janus was hurt, so hurt, he- what was he doing up. What was he doing up, the door, he- burned, the sun, he had been burned, the sun, it- he had been hurt. So swollen, so red, so hurt. Pain. Pain, his husband- no. No, no, this couldn't-

The eldest vampire slapped himself once. Twice. Three times. He had to focus. He had to help his Janus. He had to help him. He had to help him. He had to save him.