But as years went on, Niels felt something more than just brotherly love or friendship. But it left Niels frustrated to the point his chest burned hot. These types of feelings weren't coercer between two men, so Niels kept it locked up inside. Though there were times where he could have sworn that Mathias looked at him in a way that made Niels feel weak in the knees. He often wondered if there was really something between them. So knowing that his friend had gone off to make an important business deal and didn't come back because he went drinking and whored around with whores made his skin crawl and his insides twist with jealousy. The only solace Niels received was his brother's words. It could have been something else and Niels needed to stop assuming things. But it was getting harder and harder to keep his feelings hidden behind his cool and calm face.
His thoughts were interrupted as the door was flung open with a slam. Sitting up and wide eyed, Niels saw his brother covered in mud and his face pale with fright. "He...He..." Eirik struggled to get the words out as his hands shook and his body was taken over with panic. "Mathias!"
Niels only had to hear his friends name to bolt from his chair and run out into the muddied dirtied street without his boots on. Eirik was behind him and as he entered the ally he saw Mathias lying in a slump at the other end. Blood was rushing to Niels ears and his eyes began to burn as he approached his friend. There was blood everywhere around him. On his mud coated shirt blood caked the front and Mathias' eyes were slightly open in a slacked way.
Collapsing on the ground Niels felt his body give way as he let a few sobs wrack his body. He was dead. Oh dear god he was dead. Eirik arrived next to him as Niels reached down to smooth some of his filthy hair and shut his eyes. His face felt cool and it made Niels shake uncontrollably. How could his best friend be dead just a few meters from the shop. He saw Eirik pick up a package, no doubt with the chain and blueprints inside. Just a few minutes ago Niels had been cursing Mathias for fooling around and not coming home. But he had headed home, only he hadn't made it. And the source of his death was in front of them. A red gash in his neck that looked at if it had been punctured over and over and over.
"We need to bring him to the shop." Eirik's weak voice spoke.
Niels was too empty to respond. He just wanted to stay there and keep petting his friend's hair until he started to breathe again.
Eirik began to lift Mathias' limp body and it forced Niels to grip one of Mathias' lifeless limbs and pull his body from the mud. Placing a hand on the middle of Mathias' back, Niels could feel some remaining heat in Mathias' body and he began to choke back a sob. Looking at Eirik, his eyes were struggling to keep his tears back, but he was bravely keeping strong as they struggled out of the alleyway and dragged Mathias towards the shop.
When they entered Tino was there and he gasped in shock. "Get Berwald." Eirik said as they struggled to bring Mathias up to his room. Berwald was much stronger and would be able to get Mathias' body into his bed easier. They hadn't even managed to get Mathias up the stairs, mainly due to the fact Niels' legs buckled as his body began to wreck with sadness. Silently and without a word, Berwald lifted Mathias from their arms and walked up the stairs with little effort.
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Re: Denmark/Norway Vampire Kink 1e/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)His thoughts were interrupted as the door was flung open with a slam. Sitting up and wide eyed, Niels saw his brother covered in mud and his face pale with fright. "He...He..." Eirik struggled to get the words out as his hands shook and his body was taken over with panic. "Mathias!"
Niels only had to hear his friends name to bolt from his chair and run out into the muddied dirtied street without his boots on. Eirik was behind him and as he entered the ally he saw Mathias lying in a slump at the other end. Blood was rushing to Niels ears and his eyes began to burn as he approached his friend. There was blood everywhere around him. On his mud coated shirt blood caked the front and Mathias' eyes were slightly open in a slacked way.
Collapsing on the ground Niels felt his body give way as he let a few sobs wrack his body. He was dead. Oh dear god he was dead. Eirik arrived next to him as Niels reached down to smooth some of his filthy hair and shut his eyes. His face felt cool and it made Niels shake uncontrollably. How could his best friend be dead just a few meters from the shop. He saw Eirik pick up a package, no doubt with the chain and blueprints inside. Just a few minutes ago Niels had been cursing Mathias for fooling around and not coming home. But he had headed home, only he hadn't made it. And the source of his death was in front of them. A red gash in his neck that looked at if it had been punctured over and over and over.
"We need to bring him to the shop." Eirik's weak voice spoke.
Niels was too empty to respond. He just wanted to stay there and keep petting his friend's hair until he started to breathe again.
Eirik began to lift Mathias' limp body and it forced Niels to grip one of Mathias' lifeless limbs and pull his body from the mud. Placing a hand on the middle of Mathias' back, Niels could feel some remaining heat in Mathias' body and he began to choke back a sob. Looking at Eirik, his eyes were struggling to keep his tears back, but he was bravely keeping strong as they struggled out of the alleyway and dragged Mathias towards the shop.
When they entered Tino was there and he gasped in shock. "Get Berwald." Eirik said as they struggled to bring Mathias up to his room. Berwald was much stronger and would be able to get Mathias' body into his bed easier. They hadn't even managed to get Mathias up the stairs, mainly due to the fact Niels' legs buckled as his body began to wreck with sadness. Silently and without a word, Berwald lifted Mathias from their arms and walked up the stairs with little effort.