Oneshots und Gedanken

...Ever More

~Nothing But Thieves Vampire FF~

"What?" Joe asked surprised. He backed away so that his eyes could look into Conor's. "What on earth makes you think that?"

"Gosh, I don't know!" Conor exclaimed shakily. "You're a vampire." It was only a bad assumption.

"Hey, you're the most important person in my whole life. There's no way I would drink your blood," the guitarist explained sternly. "Although I'm so damn hungry. Thirsty. Whatever." But it wasn't just a Whatever. His thirst was painful. His desire for blood unbearable. But then he just couldn't get himself to kill another human being. He couldn't get rid of this thought that his next victim would have his own story as well, maybe just married or found a new will to live. Maybe the victim would even like their music. And how could he possibly kill a fan? His eyes stared down to the floor. It was all a really big mess.

"Joe, mate. You're okay?" Conor asked delicately. It was clear that something hurt Joe, tortured him from the inside.

"No," his friend whispered.

Conor would've suggested that he could drink his blood but then again this thought was terrifying.

"Can I tell you something?" Joe asked. "The meaning behind the song I wrote?"

"Yeah, sure," Conor agreed.

Joe inhaled. If his heart had worked, it would've exploded with flutter. But it had stopped beating a long, long time ago.

"I had this affair with a girl. A young women. It was crazy! Really, I thought she was the love of my life!" He chuckled nervously. "We had a great time together. And then she turned me into a vampire. I didn't know she was one. And now all I was is a fool. I didn't want it and I hated it so damn much. And I still hate it. Every crappy aspect of this shitty vampire life. But sometimes I think... if I hadn't been turned into a vampire, we would've never met."

Conor just listened. It was unbelievable. Vampires were unbelievable. But on the other hand the song suddenly made sense.

"I'm so sorry," he said. He couldn't think of better words. "But... well I'm also happy I met you. You're the best guitarist there is. And the best friend." And sometimes he even thought that wasn't true anymore. Yeah, sometimes he had this unsteady feeling of something more than just the love for a friend.

Somehow they both lost their words. The ability to speak. They just stood there, Conor well wrapped up, Joe almost naked. Wind blowing through their hair. The night surrounding them. It was magical. Conor looked into Joe's eyes and saw his pain and agony. And behind that there was something else, the whole contrast of his excruciating vampire life. Love. Profound and never ending love. He opened his mouth but then he didn't know what to say. His lips shivered.

In the next moment Joe's lips touched Conor's. It was similar to the touch on his neck. But then it wasn't the same at all! It was much more, a quivering sensation. Conor's whole body was electrified. He was kissing Joe! He kissed his best friend or maybe even more than his best friend. Their lips moved nervously but then demandingly and intensely against each other, sending a shiver through Conor's veins. He could feel his teeth, his sharp, dangerous canines.

He backed away from him. Wasn't sure what to feel, what to say. It was great, it was the best feeling he's ever felt. It was like a ride on a rollercoaster, like an endless fall into absolute uncertainty. And at the same time that was also frightening.

"Joe," he exhaled.

"I'm sorry," Joe whispered.

"No! No, don't be sorry!" Conor exclaimed.

"But you..." For Joe it was as hard as for Conor to find words.

"I liked it. I really did," Conor said. "And... I think I really like you." He couldn't stop looking at Joe. He never could. His hair, his lips, his eyes. "And for me it doesn't matter that you're a vampire! As long as you stay with me. You're the only one who truly understands me."

Joe could only nod. His throat felt constricted.

"But I can't look into your eyes while they bear your pain. I can't bear your pain." Suddenly his words ran out of his mouth, containing all his intense emotions although he could never put them into words. "You're suffering but I can't take that. The last few weeks.. Your thirst must be killing you!" He felt tears in his eyes. Oh damn!

"It his," was all Joe could say. His hands tightened to fists.

"Then drink," Conor begged. "Drink my blood. Please, drink, Joe!"

It was something Joe would've never done. Never in his whole endless life. And even while he swooped down on Conor he knew that his friend was either going to die or to turn into a vampire himself. But now that Conor said all those things he wasn't able to stop himself. The beast inside him searched for Conor's neck, pulled his head away. His teeth slit deep inside his skin. And then there was blood.

It happened so fast. There wasn't time for even one breath. Pain flashed like fire through Conor's veins. It was the best thing he'd ever felt.

"I love you," he whispered and his hands gently touched Joe's back.

It was as if time stood still while he felt his blood decline in frequency. Maybe he was going to die now. Maybe he would turn into a vampire. But that didn't matter now. As long as he could stop Joe's suffering everything was okay.

(The End.)