[COW-T! Verse] Inglese
Title: Summer Rain Inglese
Fandom: COW-T! Verse
Pair: Team! Vampires + Team! Knights
Genre: General Supernatural
Rating: Yellow
Warnings: Prologue, What If
Word Count: 2130
Notes: Written for the Second Mission of the COW-T, "War."
Now, let me say a few words about the chosen fandom. Not mine, although one could say that it is an original. The COW-T and a member of maridichallange fiumidiparole, as well as the characters - such as the Seer, knights, vampires, wizards and angels. I took on the name of freedom and the environment, but it goes without saying that not for anything official.
The title is taken from the homonymous song by Placebo.
What they were crossing a corridor was dimly lit and dirty, as long as the very existence of humanity. From the dark walls and the ceiling so high as to be unattainable, the left ring finger as a lazy walk on the wooden piano notes.
was battered and old, damp as the sewers of London and no less busy, orange and red light from oil lanterns hung further than the stars themselves.
shone, those lights so unattainable, of quiet resignation and proud passion.
I do not like. "Someone said, voice low but sharp, a little 'shrill. He could belong to a teenage girl as a victim of fate, and the tone that had just taken seemed terribly bored. Although he
seventy and more experience than I had ever really wanted, the vampire Donald was still impatient as the day of her sixteenth birthday. At one time the surname of his family was Lancaster, and for the first two decades of undead tried to convince everyone he met him and then the whole vampire community to call Donald the Terrible, but did not have the effect desired. It was then passed to a second-him-more Donald Dai-simple-sharp teeth is not particularly popular, with the offer ending almost in despair Donald Lancaster, The Terror of London - but in the end no one heeded that much and became Donnie the pain in the ass, all the fault of William until the end of the year one thousand, and that would remain forever.
"I do not like it at all. "Said Donnie then again the pain in the ass, all the fault of William , smacking his tongue in the midst of sharp teeth. He shook his head and sighed, reached into his trouser pocket and began to fiddle with an old penny who had stolen years ago a rich man. "Could not we all just cut his throat? "
His steps sounded a bit 'more power, while those of the vampire at his side continued to be calm but confident, based on experience and different personalities. William
even turned to look, simply look up up a tic-eye seems to appear particularly troublesome in light of those pale-lanterns as they advance their own way.
"It's not what wants the Seer. "He said finally, after some 'time, his eyes still far from reality that awaited him in a few moments, as well as the old wooden door at the end of the corridor. It was not really what he thought, and for that Donald showed his teeth in a puff dried, curling his thin lips bored with resentment. He snapped the penny and threw it in the air, muttered a "That silly old" and caught it on the fly. He missed a finger, little finger of his left hand, but not not quite catch it.
the time William turned to watch it, but only because they had reached the end of the corridor. "Can you feel, you know. "He said with a hint of amusement in his voice. They had been together less than a century, the two, and William had not yet been used to quell'infantile expression.
"Never turn a man in his twenties. " had always said, although he certainly had not done it on purpose this time. "They will also grow with time, but will always remain deep in the damn ungrateful spoiled brats - not to mention the pimples. "
Donald-who seemed to have miraculously saved the scourge of acne-youth shrugged as if it did not matter to him and looked around - first right and then left.
"So much the better," he said when he was sure of not being heard from prying ears, vindictive or otherwise. "He could accept it. "
" I doubt it. And 'Christ's oldest and most stubborn of the foundations of England. "The vampire
younger man shrugged his shoulders, as if to doubt this in turn Thinking-the master of the world like any teenager, and like any self-respecting vampire novel, glancing suspiciously at the door before him.
was wide and thick, but not as high ceiling, and it was so glossy that had it not been for the heavy darkness would have seemed a mirror.
"Rather. What are we doing here? "
William paid no attention to the huge door, but to continue to secure the other. "We go up to the surface," replied casually, tilting the face slightly to the side. He was back serious and thoughtful, but the smile still curving her lips into a grimace off. His teeth were white and standing, the canines protruding unnaturally but entirely harmonious, as fascinating as the view of a Siberian tiger and equally deadly. "Let's turn this damned war. "In the eyes of the younger
passed something, a flicker of excited expectation, and could not hide a smile of pure satisfaction in return to secure the door. Paid no attention to his own reflection so distorted, because it was too time that was used.
"Really? He asked, then, that his hands trembled at the thought.
"Yeah," agreed another. He enjoyed for a while that look so childish, could not help but feel a sense of resigned amusement, and stretching a hand toward the door squeezed her fingers around the cold brass handle. "We're going to find Yorick. "~ ~ ~
It was nothing but one huge room made of wood and stone, yet the Dragons Kill the inn was the busiest and most bustling of the city. Frequented mostly by citizens harassing and girls of dubious reputation, it was not uncommon to find sometimes invaded by shining armor and items so deep as to shake the very soul of the building.
there flowed rivers of beer and bring plenty of food, poverty seemed a distant memory and laughter were so fat and strong ring from side to side.
Sir Wellington was not the most boisterous and even the biggest of those knights who were tired of the battle passed the night carousing, was not the most fun and definitely not the smartest. But he had honor, and courage, and although those days did not lead bread houses brought pride and prestige. He had an ancient sword given to him by his father on his deathbed and a nice lady at home waiting for him, a fierce look and a gentle soul, though perhaps too impetuous.
The sun had gone down recently, and the fire was burning between the bricks of the fireplace so intense as to give relief to the weary limbs of the soldiers survived.
"Let me speak" was telling someone outside the inn, and you could almost see the despair in the eyes of the other response.
"Certainly," said fact that. "I will be silent like a fish. " and do not really believe it either. For this he smiled, as he had been excited about leaving their home, placing a hand on the handle of the door. Then he pushed hard and went to great strides, raising his arms in the air to shout loudly: 'KNIGHT! "
Then he laughed for a brief moment, advancing safety, every sound and every activity that ceased to speak to that particular manifestation of contempt of danger - as stupid and ill-concealed desire to end their lives.
But life was not something that a vampire has more time, as opposed to stupidity, and Donald the pain in the ass, all the fault of William seems to be the most proud of the bearer. There was an ongoing war, a war that would decide the fate of humanity and the planet itself, triggered by the Knights and Vampires, and were involved in the same way the Wizards and Angels.
were unsheathed swords and armor clang of clashing with the mugs slammed against the wooden tables and the rotten floor, while the vampire stopped their advance to lower his arms, looking around oblivious to the danger. He let his eyes wander
excited soldier to knight a prostitute to a waitress, until he crossed that of Sir Wellington and showed his teeth in a smile of satisfaction before. "Knight! "He said again, a hand on her hip and several episodes of sharp blades chest and throat. "You're fatter and older than I remembered! "The knight in question
frowned, not appreciating either the intrusion or insult, and tightening the grip on the hilt of his sword moved a step forward with air of annoyance. Some of the other soldiers stepped aside to let him move forward, but none of them dropped their guard for this.
"Are you trying to provoke me, son of the devil? "The magistrate was vented Knight, which really was neither fat nor old. He was a young man, not big enough to be a rookie but too young to be considered a veteran, with one span to divide it by two meters in height and muscular physique, marked by war injuries and hard training.
"Absolutely not, knight. "Said the vampire, staring straight ahead and to deal with the human. The height difference was significant, so much so that Donald had to keep his chin up well to not lose that game of power that was now their fixed. "I seek only the company insisted, and in saying it showed the prominent canines. "Maybe something to eat, you know, it's dinner time for me too. "
Someone seems to be moving among the troops of human beings, and Sir Wellington advanced so abruptly that holding out his hand shook free around the collar of his shirt vampire, jostling with so much force to press it against the wall wood and lift the air.
"This will be even neutral territory, vampire, but you are equally welcome. He hissed in a lower voice, in an annoyed growl as offended.
There was a sigh, right next to the two.
'' s why I told you to let me speak, "said William, now there in the middle of the brawl at the beginning no one had seen him approaching. The entire inn seemed to hold their breath, as the flames flickered in the fireplace, in turn, shaking, and half of the gun pointed blades against this new threat. But what even looked at them, got too annoying discomfort from your inner self, and reached out to shake his arm around the younger vampire - then pressed too hard and without the bone snapped like a twig bent by the wind. "Can you only do damage. "
Donald's eyes widened, and so did Sir Wellington. The first one let go in a stifled cry, and the second stepped back surprised, let go, letting the vampire fell to the ground in a gasp as affected by suffering. She stared at him with a broken arm to keep the and hand tighten the teeth, groaning and cursing.
Therefore, the voice of the second vampire brought him back to the reality of the situation, the sword still close between the hours sweaty fingers and stiff. "I apologize for his behavior. "He continued, and gave him a look so piercing that he had to divert their - on the pretext of observing the inhuman process of healing arm of Donald, who for a moment almost fascinated him.
Nobody moved around them, as silent spectators of something they did not understand at all, swords drawn and slowly lost the heat of battle no longer so striking and eyes that were uncertain and sometimes even annoyed.
Sir Wellington looked around, realizing, and silently pressed his lips into a grimace of disappointment suffered.
"Okay," he said then, taking a step back to sheathe your weapon. "But keep your subject at bay from now on, or be forced into breach of covenant. "He looked down, there where just before Donald doubled over in pain and where she now gazed at him with an air of childish challenge. "I already private one of the fingers, the next time I will not hesitate to take the whole hand. "
finally shook his head, indulging in a huff to, and raised a hand sign to his men to put their swords. Took a step sideways and stopped, looked at the two vampires and showed his teeth in a snarl of exasperation.
"Come on. Whatever you want, you tell me out of here. "He pointed to the door there
next, and not wait for a response. He led them both out, under the stern gaze of his men and the most apprehensive of women, his heart pounding in my chest.
A strong wind hit them without grace, carrying the smell of blood that had soaked away the lands of the last battles, and the light of the moon did shine strongly the heavy armor of the knight.
I just hope that the seer had foreseen that, too.
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