When they met… Abomination Boy and Half a Prince Part 11

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“Elijah. You know, I’m surprised you aren’t familiar with the eating habits of Children of Lilith.” Lucien called from the landing. His trousers hung low on his thin hips, and he was still determined to keep his shirt from swinging open and exposing more stories he didn’t want to tell. Lucien leaned back into the shadows and continued to stumble to his bedroom for a new shirt.

Elijah let out a dry chuckle and rose from his chair. He walked to the stairs to follow Lucien and defend his words. It wasn’t pity he felt, for Elijah had never known pity, just balanced good faith in his part. He couldn’t care less about anything else other than his own well-being, but he was a man of honor, and he knew he did wrong and admitted his mistake.

He managed to steal a glance at Natalie and Dahlia on the kitchen, and they barely saw him glower at them. They were already sipping in their wine, lost in entertaining chat. He went up the stairs, his steps silent.

He found Lucien’s bedroom, the door left open. He leaned sideways on the door frame as he watched Lucien fumble on clothes. “I used to be familiar with your eating habits. Unfortunately, it’s been a decade or two since I last encountered some Children of Lilith. They don’t really bother me as much as hellhounds. But you’re different from them.” He observed Lucien’s bedroom. “Do you take showers? Read classic books? As for popular culture, I have watched Titanic and Terminator. They’re quite magnificent films, but I prefer the opera where they performed Hamlet and Macbeth back in the 19th century. Your bedroom could use some cleaning, and your frayed clothes should be burned to hell, just a suggestion.” He grinned, enjoying a shy Lucien. “Perhaps you need some sleep for your exhausted mind.”

“What are you?” Lucien forced a smile and backed two skittish steps away from Elijah. “And what sort of question is, do you take showers?” He pushed his fears down, buried them deep. He advanced on Elijah and absorbed the close proximity to him, felt his breath on his cheek. “I take showers, I steal books, I’ve never had to clean my room before, and I drink blood.” Lucien was quickly learning that humans couldn’t waste the effort in acknowledging nuances in things different from themselves. So when Lucien said he drank blood, the first thing anyone thought was that he must be a vampire. That wasn’t true at all. He simply bore the mark of fallen angels, those who drank blood could be anything. Lucien was simply a black eyed child made to bring demons to the earth. He wasn’t allergic to the sun, didn’t die in the morning. He didn’t hate garlic, or need a wooden stake to die. He was just a halfling who craved blood when the demonic blood ran through his veins quicker than the angel blood.

“Does that make you want to kill me? That I’m a thief, otherwise deprived of culture? And a slovenly whore who can’t clean a room?” Lucien growled. He pressed on, hissing into Elijah’s ear, wanting him to degrade him like he knew he deserved.

“What about the blood drinking bit? Doesn’t that make you want to just rip my throat out?” Drinking blood sure made Lucien want to rip his own throat out. It made him fall off the edge, it gave his demon power. It turned him into something that didn’t even want to murder Lilith and burn Hell to ash. “I’d rather starve than be a soulless fallen angel who drinks blood. I’d rather starve.

Elijah leaned closer and inched his face close to Lucien. “You think you drinking blood bothers me at all? My father brought upon all the knowledge of war and weapons in this world, everything men can use to slaughter themselves. Trust me, he enjoys every bit of explosions and seeing dismembered bodies, the blood that trickled down the blades of Greeks as they fought with the Persians. He had loved the sight of the concentration camps back in Hitler’s time.  If he can see now what terrorists do, he’s going to be extremely proud of how his work had spread so far. You drinking blood doesn’t bother me at all, no.”

He pursed his lips in a thin line, eyes scanning Lucien from head to toe. “You want me to be appalled by you. It’s not happening. My questions were formed solely from mere curiosity. Why, Lucien, does my intrusiveness bother you?” He curved his lips in a cunning smile and straightened back. “Why would I be repulsed by your drinking, if that’s how you survive? I kill demons and their human slaves. That’s how I survive. Are you repulsed?”

Lucien’s black bottomless-pits got lost in the warmth of Elijah’s brown eyes. Invitations wafted from his pale skin from inside the boundaries of Lucien’s personal space.

Lucien straightened the protective barrier his hunched shoulders made around him, giving him just an inch above Elijah’s already tall frame.

“No.” He said, easing himself just close enough to feel the electricity of coming almost too close to Elijah’s lips.

He replaced the curve to his shoulders and slid away like smoke through Elijah’s fingers.


 

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Welcome to the Lucien and Elijah serial by Aubrey Meeks and Julienne 

The accompanying illustration was done by Aegisdea and I couldn’t be happier!

Stay tuned for more of Elijah and Lucien tomorrow!

Lucien and Abomination Boys characters and writing © Aubrey “Meeks” Brown 2015

Elijah and writing © Julienne 2015

 

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