Warning: This story is NOT for the faint-of-heart. Will contain slash. Please proceed with extreme caution!
True Love by Fate
It was a dark and stormy night. An unnatural haze lingered over Diamond Corner. In his bed, Charlie Bone shivered. For a summer night, the air was cold and the sky was black. It was almost as if something evil lurked out there in the shadows.
Charlie rolled over, clutching his pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of his mind. Something was not right. No matter how he tried, some ghostly force prevented him from sleeping. It made him uneasy. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed, pulled on his jacket, and poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher on his nightstand. Quietly, he left his room.
The halls were silent as he walked in the dark. He did not know where he was going, or why, but his body seemed to move on its own accord. He was being drawn by an unseen power. Past his father’s bedroom, past the dining hall, past the bedroom, and out onto the terrace. With the moon hidden behind thick clouds, it was nearly impossible to see in the inky black night. But something lying on the path to Charlie’s right made him gasp in shock. A body!
‘OMG!!’ Charlie shouted. He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could. Tree branches scratched at his skin and pulled at his clothes, but he paid them no mind. Heart pounding, he fell to his knees on the pathway and placed a gentle hand on the figure’s hand.
Now that he was closer, he could see that this was a young vampire of Bloor’s Academy, a warrior by the looks of him, who appeared to be no more than 119 years old. But he was in dire need of help. His clothes were torn and bloody, and his hair was matted with acid. He needed the attention of a healer, immediately. Without a second thought, Charlie picked up the wounded warrior and, cradling him in his arms, carried him inside to seek the help that was so desperately needed.
Charlie could sense his fear. There was a good chance the young vampire might die. ‘Is there anything I can do to help?’ he asked.
Lyell sadly shook his head. ‘Nothing the healers are not already trying. But it might help if you just sat with him. He will need to see a friendly face when he wakes up from this ordeal, and you are the closest thing he has right now.’
‘I understand,’ said Charlie. ‘And I will stay with him for as long as it takes. I will not let him die.’
With that, Charlie turned and hurried to the room where the wounded warrior was being housed. He was surrounded by healers, all of whom wore the same concerned expression. They had washed his body and dressed his wounds with healing salve, but still the vampire showed no signs of improvement. His breathing was shallow, and his pulse was weak. One of the healers turned to Charlie with a defeated sigh.
‘It will be an uphill battle,’ she said. ‘We have done all we can at this time. Now, we can only wait and see if he wakes.’
Charlie nodded resolutely. ‘I will stay with him through the night and keep watch as he sleeps.’
One by one, the healers left the bedside, the last one closing the door behind her. In the flickering candlelight, Charlie dipped a square of cloth in the bowl of warm water left by the healers, and gently used it to stroke the injured vampire’s back. Then, taking up the warrior’s limp hand, he settled into his bedside chair and prepared to wait through the remainder of the long, cold night.
‘Where…where am I?’
Charlie jerked awake with a start when he heard the words being spoken. He stared down at his patient, an immense wave of relief coursing through his body. The vampire was alive! And from the looks of things, he was on his way to making a full recovery.
‘You are in Diamond Corner,’ Charlie told him. ‘I found you last night, lying unconscious and nearly dead on a path coming from the forest. I carried you inside, and my father’s healers tended to your wounds. Please, tell me your name and how you came to be here.’
‘My name is Manfred Bloor,’ said the vampire. ‘I come from Bloor’s Academy. I was on an errand from my father, to deliver an important message to Princess Jacquelyn Wolfson in Lupineville. But last night…All I remember is that I was riding through the forest when suddenly I was attacked by a group of camel spiders. At least 50 surrounded me. I tried to escape, but there were so many, and I had only my sword for protection. And that is the last thing I recall. I do not know how I came to be here, or why I am not dead.’
Charlie smiled at him. ‘The stars must shine favourably on you. To live through such an ordeal…that is more than mere luck.’ It was more than luck, too, that Manfred had wound up in Diamond Corner and Charlie had found him. Now that they two were together, it felt almost like fate had lent a hand. Manfred was meant to be here, and Charlie was meant to have found him. Why, Charlie did not know. But it felt so certain.
It also did not hurt that Manfred was one of the most beautiful individuals Charlie had ever seen. His sleek black hair contrasted with large, dark blue eyes set in a lovely face. And his sculpted body, half-hidden by the bed linens, was a further attraction. Charlie could hardly suppress his desire to run his hands over that soft hair and perfect body. But he kept his feelings under control. Manfred had just barely survived a nearly fatal encounter. Now was not the time for romance.
Within three days, Manfred had improved enough to leave his bed. Lyell gave him a new set of clothes, and he was able to wander the corridors and gardens by himself. But the one thing that troubled him was Charlie’s absence. Since the morning when he’d first awoken in Diamond Corner, he had not seen Charlie at all. It was as if his rescuer had simply disappeared. He had asked Lyell where his son could be, but Lyell had no answer. Charlie was gone without a trace.
Manfred desired to speak with Charlie again, and properly thank him for saving his life. But he also just wanted to see the handsome young man once more. He could not explain it, but he felt a deep connection to Charlie, either forged by the lifesaving bond or some other power. He knew that Charlie was someone special. Someone he had to see again.
It wasn’t until the sixth day after Manfred had recovered that Charlie returned to Diamond Corner. He rode up the same path where Manfred had been found, dragging a net filled with the heads of camel spiders behind him. All 50 of them.
‘Here are your camel spiders!’ he called to Manfred. ‘I found them hiding out in a cave not far from here.’
Manfred stared in surprise, eyes going wide. ‘You killed…all of them by yourself?’
‘I cannot let such dangerous creatures roam free in our lands,’ Charlie replied. ‘And I did it for you. They nearly killed you. I do not want anything like that to happen again.’
Manfred could feel his heart pounding as Charlie spoke. Charlie killed those camel spiders…for him. Before he could stop himself, he leapt at Charlie and threw his arms around his neck, kissing the brave man on the cheek.
Charlie laughed in surprise, but did not pull away. ‘What was that for?’
‘Just a thank you,’ Manfred said. He smiled, but when he saw the suddenly serious look in Charlie’s eyes, the smile faded. ‘What is wrong?’ he asked, worried.
‘Manfred,’ said Charlie, ‘I have to confess something to you. That first morning you were here…I thought you were so beautiful. I wanted to kiss you then, but I did not know how you would react.
Manfred gasped in shock. ‘Kiss…me?’
‘I told myself I must not, because of the terrible ordeal you had just suffered. It was not the right time. But these past few days while I was gone, I could think only of you the entire time. And now…’
‘Charlie…’ Manfred sighed his name. ‘I thought about you too. All the time, while you were gone. I was worried I would never see you again.’
Charlie lifted his hand to gently stroke Manfred on the cheek. ‘I am sorry I ran off like that. I should have said something to you.’
Taking a deep breath, Manfred said, ‘Charlie, there is something I have been considering over the past several days. I think we were meant to find each other. What happened to me…it was no accident of fate. I was meant to come here. You were meant to rescue me.’
A bright smile broke across Charlie’s face as soon as Manfred had spoken. ‘You know,’ he said, ‘I had been thinking the same thing! That night when I found you I had been worried an unable to think. Some strange power led me out to the terrace, and that was when I saw you.’
Manfred took Charlie’s hand. ‘So you think…we are meant to be together?’
‘I have no doubt of it.’ Slowly, Charlie leaned in and kissed Manfred softly on the lips. ‘I love you,’ he whispered.
‘I love you too, Charlie,’ Manfred whispered in return.
crated using The Do-It-Yourself Bad Slash Story Generator!
- Staff Picks: Anansi boys : a novel (alleganylibrarycollections.wordpress.com)
- The Races of #Fantasy, Part 2 – Elves (trueknights.wordpress.com)
- Does Christian Fantasy exist? (jakeescholl.wordpress.com)
- Let the Right One In (horrorundone.wordpress.com)
- Vampires, and Zombies, and Shifters…OH MY!!! (bockover1077.wordpress.com)
- Science Fiction Is Not Science Fiction? (daliheather.wordpress.com)