All disclaimers, ect here.
Permission given to archive at Mel Moser's site.

This story, though not nearly detailed enough by *far* for an ADULT topic,
does have m/m implied.
All comments are very welcome.

The time setting is simply some period where Nicholas is not blatantly
angsting over mortality.


I Followed
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Selinthia Avenchesca
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zelna@sprint.ca
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I was walking down the dark street, even as I should not. It was not safe
to be out in this city, alone at such an hour. But I did so anyway, as I
love the feel of the night wind upon the skin, the blessed solitude of
silence. The faint smells and sights, and the glow of stars and moon. When
you walk at night, there is no reason to pay any attention to how you look,
to what the poise of your walk seems to others, to know anyone but who you
truly are. I sighed in the crisp autumn air, vaguely watching the icy
breath that collected in the sky. I gathered my long skirts in one hand as
I stepped over the collected mud in a lengthy puddle.
There were few others about in the night, and all those that were, were
noticeable because of it. I heard from farther up, across the road, a
chuckle, which echoed along the street, bouncing off walls of the
buildings. A lighter laugh followed, and I look up, searching for the
source of this merriment. By no means did I begrudge them it, as I no doubt
make noises and movements that seem far more out of place to whomever may
witness them. My mind was fairly empty of thoughts at that moment, and the
laughter had diverted my attention, and so I sped up my pace, trying to
catch up to the laughers. It was several minutes going as I slowly
increased my pace, trying to be inconspicuous about it. When finally I
arrived, walking but several feet behind them, though upon the other side
of the street, I saw that they were both men, clad in dark cloaks of rich
make, the sort of styles true gentlemen would wear. Of course, many
gentlemen were less than gentle, and I was not about to take my chances by
getting any closer. The older man leaned closer to the young one, lips near
his ear, whispering something I obviously could not hear. The younger's
eyes, faintest yet sparkling blue, as I saw when I strained by eyes in the
light of a torch on the outside of a house, which someone had neglected to
put out, widened in something resembling delight. He turned his full regard
upon his companion, leaning just a bit closer than most gentlemen would in
a public place. Of course, that doesn't say much for a near empty street.
Both men slowed down their paces, seeming to stroll now, more than briskly
walking, as they had been. I kept my own pace constant, watching so avidly
these gentlemen that I very nearly fell, tripping over a branch that had
fallen from a nearby ornamental tree. The hand of the younger twined about
the cloak of the older, and he gave a single glance in my direction. I
started, somewhat surprised that they had noticed me, though I should not
have been. After all, as I said, when you are walking in the night, street,
you are bound to notice any unwitting companions. The older glanced
over as well, his eyes glinting icily in the moonlight as he smiled. As
one, they laughed, turning to exchange glances between themselves,
affectionate and anticipatory. I shuddered as both sets of eyes returned to
me, and compelled by incessant fascination, caught, like a moth to twin
candle flames, I continued to walk towards them, almost without will. Both
stood still, smiling ever so slightly, as I crossed the road. I could not
stop, I could barely breath. I did not want to stop. I stumbled forward
into their eyes, into their mutual grasp. Sensuous lips brushed my throat,
and I barely knew what was happening, as teeth pierced my flesh. The blood
rushed from my veins, and their satisfaction echoed in my mind, the
overwhelming pleasure they knew a part, now, of my soul. I dropped to the
ground as they pulled away, breath hissing through their teeth
ecstatically, as they turned to each other, lips sealing to the lips of the
other, hands grasping at cloaks, there in the street, empty save for the
body I had died in, and the silence of the night.

end

Selinthia Avenchesca
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"Love is like a rose. It looks pretty for some
small while, but soon wilts, dies, and falls to dust."
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Cousin/UF/Dark Knightie/CotK