BABY, I CAN SEE YOUR HALO (nik)

[nikolaz gramarye]

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It's just a drive, is all. Before you know it, we'll be turning the corner and going into the giant, cross-covered monolith they called the church. He tried to laugh at that, he really did, but there was a feeling of uneasiness oabout the whole situation that Nik simply couldn't shake. His skin was cold, as if ice ran through his veins, the frigid air outside was unforgiving. There was no wind, simply hopeless, stagnant air; Like walking through hail. Hopelessness, yes, that was hte best word to describe it. He'd never felt so vulnerable riding before, especially as his parents chattered away idiotically as if nothing was to happen. The car ran through the iced streets, dead trees looming eerily overhead, their bark a deep black as their branches hung over them in sharp, angular shapes, sharp thorns poking out. Everything about the place seemed so evil, as if the world was literally trying to kill them.

Skidding, the car was just skidding at first, before it did a full 360 spin, and Nik's heart pounded as he spotted a bridge. He hoped it wouldn't make it, he hoped the car would stop before then and they'd all take a big sigh of relief, but the car never got a chance, as Nik's eyes widened to the sight of the mammoth grill of an eighteen-wheeler, an action he was sure they all did simultaenously. It's thick metal frame did not stop for a second as it barreled into the smaller car, it's wheels quickly consuming the steering column and sending shards of glass onto their gentle skin. Nik looked at Mir now, he was crying. God, he wished he could help that, the sound was simply torturous to hear but he had no time as the car tumbled about, tossed crudely as the front half of the car was ripped from them, the sound of tearing metal, roaring fire and bone ripping their way out of flesh all becoming one. They simply rolled, their heads bashing against all manners of objects, as they flipped about like a toy car, so easily broken. Nik wasn't nearly as smart as Mir, and he found himself flung out, his body cut against jagged metal as he made his way to the harsh gorund which never seemed colder. His bones were broken, splinters under his skin, and the pain was all-consuming, and the only thing he could do was watch Mir's face, as the vehicle was consumed by the orange flames, and they danced menancingly along his flesh as to prolong his pain. He let out a scream, but it was futile. No hope.

He ripped his head form the hard earth it was alid upon, and leaves were entangled in his hair as he let out a scream of imagined pain. Dark eyes opened to dim light, the morning attempting to peak his way through, as cold sweat pured about his body; The worst kind. With sweat, you had some kind of warmth, btu cold sweat simply felt fearful, as if you had the warmth but some horrifying twist of events ripped it from your arms. Sad, that his vampirism couldn't have spared him of that much, while it spared him of plenty of other things. He'd never have a child, even if he never wanted to, or really could if things wented as he wanted. It was no secret that he wanted his brother, badly, atleast to himself anymore. He'd gotten a taste much, but the moment was spoiled by alchohol, and simply sins of the flesh that the drunken boy would not remember ever again. He wanted to put his arms around him, comfort him, he wanted to rule over his body and pleasure it to the best of the ability, he wanted to be his only joy and his only happiness. He loved him, and it was not platotonic, and it never was. One day, he promised himself, he would go out and buy him a ring, and just get on hsi knee...and hell, you know the rest. He wanted to give Mir the life he deserved, not this shit situation they had been stuck in. All those dreams went away, but atleast he still had Mir. God, why couldn't he wake up?

Nik was getting impatient, as he blsuhed and erased his thoughts of Mir through his mind, one of the few times they were actually puriel, like the boy would want him to. God, if Mir could read his mind, he was sure he'd give him a mouthful; Literally every other thing was sex, and the ones that weren't were violence or wanting to light up a joint. ,"Fuck, what I'd give for some pot right now." he said, as his head throbbed. You'd think an island like this would be crawling with it, or soemthing. Nik didn't know much about plants. Taking out a cigarette instead, he took out his lighter, sparking it up and tkaing a long drag. The feeling wasn't the same, but atleast he had somehting in his hand. As the black smoke billowed out of his parted lips, he took notice of his surroundings. Nik had set somewhat of a crude tent, a construct of cloth he had found aorund the island, seemingly sewed out of lost clothes, though the colors were similar, in shades of yellow and khaki. Thin sheets ran over his body, this time a full sheet rather than a sitiched together monstrosity. The covers only covered hit waist, his chest exposed, sculpted abs and tattoos displayed by the arriving sunshine, and it didn't feel so good on hsi skin, but he felt he had drinken a bit of blood since then. The covers looked so thin on his body, and he trailed his finger from his navel, tracing along his hips right down to his member. He remebered he usually undressed fully after Mir went to sleep. Nothing perverted, it was simpyl what he preffered.

He didn't bother to dress as he slid out of the covers, his bare ass quickly exposed to the sunshine as he found a cast iron skillet, and he took another drag of his cigarette as he lifted the thing, and he was sure Mir's hand would have been broken by jsut the weight. A dim fire roared outside, and he wished it was closer, but decided to brave it. They had a bit of meat, seemingly ripped straight from the bones of some animal of the island. He'd cut some crude strips of bacon and gathered a few eggs, and a fruit or two laid in a sack he had found, a grocery sack strangely enough. He'd joked that perhaps a bag lady got stuck here and died, but Mir didn't find that too funny. Atleast he tried. He placed the pan over the fire, and the heat seemed almost unbearable, but he stood against it proudly, and he could only hope it wouldn't consume him. Cracking an egg against the side, a few peieces of the shell dropped in as the yolk broke. He sighed, and he supposed thta would be his. Throwing a strip of bacon on, it sizzled as it hit the frying pan. He yelled out to the tent, loud enough to wake Mir (and it always did), "Hey leeping beauty, wake up! Breakfast is almost ready." He cold only hope that wouldn't become an understatement, as the bacon was threatening to burn.

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^{TAG - mir!
WORDS - 1245
NOTES - naked nik is naked.
TUNES - "halo" by beyonce.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0; editted by Chii}