Trin Genedril: Through The Looking Glass 7

Trin Genedril: Through The Looking Glass

Part 7

Posted: January 18, 2008
Title: Trin Genedril : Through the Looking Glass
Author: Orchyd Constyne

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London, 2011

It had taken three days for Glorfindel to wake. Erestor had refused to leave him, even to feed. When night fell on the fourth day, Glorfindel found himself ravenous. Erestor had calmed him, told him to dress, and the two had left the loft in search of a local club to hunt in.

"It is so beautiful," Glorfindel breathed as they stepped out into the chilly night. He stared up at the sky, marvelling at how everything was the same, yet so very, very different.

Erestor chuckled. "It's refreshing to see this world through yours and David's eyes. I think Maglor and I had grown too accustomed to it all."

Glorfindel's bright eyes came to rest on Erestor, and his breath stopped. "You are so... different."

"I'm the same, Glorfindel. I can assure you of that," Erestor said dismissively.

"No. Your skin, it is like fine porcelain. And your eyes. They are so much more than black. Swirls of shades inside your eyes." Glorfindel soon became entranced of Erestor, and the elder vampire shook his head.

"You need to feed. If you don't, things will become... uncontrollable." Erestor grasped Glorfindel's wrist and pulled him along, humouring him sometimes when the new vampire wanted to wonder at things, but he was very firm. Glorfindel had to feed, and soon, and this dallying was jeopardizing more than Glorfindel knew.

Erestor had been worried about this night, the first hunt. He remembered his own first hunt, how traumatic it had been. He'd bitten incorrectly, and then had bemoaned about killing the man. Erestor might have killed the beasts of Angband without pause, but he was no murderer. He had been a scribe in Aman, and now he was expected to be a killer.

Glorfindel didn't seem to possess the same trepidation Erestor had when he first began. He seemed eager. The change had done nothing to diminish his brilliance or happiness. It had been a choice for Glorfindel, as it had not been for Erestor, and Glorfindel was pleased with the decision he had made.

Though Erestor still expected there to be pause come time for the kill, and he was prepared to patiently stand beside Glorfindel through the indecision.

At that moment, their journey to the club was interrupted by a sharp, short scream from an alleyway they were passing. Erestor would have ignored it, as they had something of great import to do, but Glorfindel stopped him. They peered into the alley to see a man forcing a young woman to the ground with a gun in his hand. Erestor could tell by the colour of the man's thoughts just what he intended to *do* to that girl. Humanity never ceased to amaze him with their debasements of each other, and they dared to call him a monster?

"He... is going to hurt her," Glorfindel said quietly. "But... more than that. He is going to take her." Glorfindel struggled to find the words for what he saw in the man's mind.

"It's called 'rape', Glorfindel," Erestor said, his distaste for the act clear. "But, yes." Erestor peered at Glorfindel. "You can read all that?" It had taken Erestor more than a decade to learn to read just Men!

Glorfindel's eyes narrowed at the criminal. "We have to do something."

"Glorfindel, while I applaud your honour, which has obviously not changed one bit despite the vast difference in eras, we have something more pressing--"

"I will kill him, then," Glorfindel announced.

Erestor stared at him in disbelief. Glorfindel would rather his first kill be some filthy rapist than a pretty boy from a clean club? He frowned, crossed his arms, and sighed. "Fine. But you will *not* become some vigilante vampire. It's too clichéd and appalling."

They stalked up the alley behind the man, and it took Erestor the briefest of moments to snatch the gun from him and have him on the ground yowling about his broken wrist. There was a witness to this, though, and he then turned his attention to the terrified woman. Her mind readily accepted the cloudy memory of this night, and he sent her home in a cab while Glorfindel circled his meal.

Erestor could feel the rising rage and hunger in Glorfindel, because Glorfindel could easily read that this man had committed the same atrocity more than once before. Erestor reached out with his mind to soothe Glorfindel. You can't savage him, Glorfindel. That is no way to begin this life. I know you have compassion in you. Find it, use it, and dispatch him with mercy.

Though Erestor had, on many occasions, allowed the beast inside him to rule his feedings, he also recognised that each time took something away. His light, his humanity, his... whatever it was. He was something less each time. He didn't want Glorfindel to experience such a loss on his very first night. Erestor would rather die than have Glorfindel suddenly regret his choice.

"He is a monster," Glorfindel snarled down at the man.

Erestor shrugged. "As are we. That doesn't mean we have to be cruel, for then it makes us as bad as him."

Glorfindel's anger died some with that, and he nodded. "What do I do?"

"Cast a spell with your mind; send him into a daze where he won't fight you. It keeps the mess minimal."

Creating the clouding of a mind was more instinct than lesson. Glorfindel knew from the many times Erestor had done it to him the general idea behind it, and he pressed his mind to the man's. The spell was a simple one, and that was all that was needed: do not fight, do not struggle. The man stopped whimpering about his wrist and just stared up vacantly at Glorfindel.

Now was when instruction was necessary.

"There are two places in the neck we feed from," Erestor explained. He tilted the man's head to the right and pointed to the thick artery there. "The carotid artery. Richest blood, but this one is connected directly to the heart -- the blood spray is immense. When you need to feed quickly, and a mess isn't a problem, this is where you bite. Most times, it will kill them." He then tilted the man's head backwards, the victim unresisting. "Along here," he said, tracing his fingers along the faint lines under the chin and down the throat, "are the two jugular veins. Blood is not as rich, and there isn't as much pressure. You can take your time here, and you're less likely to kill them unintentionally."

Glorfindel's eyes were dark and hungry as he gazed at the man's neck. Erestor could already see the sharpened teeth peeking from between red, parted lips.

"I want to kill him," he said in a low, animal-like voice.

Erestor nodded. "Go ahead, but bite the jugular. Take your time, sate the hunger, and don't make a mess." The first time, it was best to bite something small. It would take longer to bleed him, but it wouldn't send Glorfindel into a mad frenzy of bloodlust that Erestor couldn't control.

He bit efficiently. Erestor was stunned by how well Glorfindel took to it. There was a sense of unease growing in the pit of Erestor's stomach as he watched Glorfindel feed. Everything he had known about the Elf had spoken of a gentle warrior -- a contradiction that had never ceased to amaze him. He'd never dreamed there was this sleeping inside his lover, and it bothered him.

Erestor just couldn't say why.

Erestor drew himself out of his reverie. Quietly, he said, "His heart is slowing. You have to stop before it does." He heard the need in Glorfindel's mind to kill the man. "You've killed him, Glorfindel. Trust me. His heart will give out in the next few minutes, and you can't be feeding from him when that happens."

It took great strength of will, but Glorfindel released the man's throat. The body toppled over, and just as Erestor said, the body was soon still and cold.

"Wipe your mouth," Erestor said, offering Glorfindel a handkerchief.

When Glorfindel again looked respectable, Erestor led him from the alley. "Well, I guess we don't have to go to the club after all," he mused.

"I want to go back to the loft," Glorfindel said, something in his voice tight. "Now."

"All right..."

They returned to the loft in silence. David and Maglor were out hunting themselves, so it was dark and empty. Erestor tossed his keys to the hall table, locked up, and kicked off his shoes. "So, why did you--"

Then he was shoved to the wall with Glorfindel's body tight to his, Glorfindel's mouth covering his. He could taste blood on Glorfindel's tongue, felt his straining arousal against his hip. They hadn't kissed like this since Glorfindel's return, and Glorfindel hadn't shown any sexual interest in Erestor since the club, which they'd left in frustration. But now, Glorfindel's intense arousal washed over Erestor, threatened to drown him with lust and kisses.

"Glorfindel--" he tried, but then Glorfindel's tongue was again in his mouth. Glorfindel's hands made quick work of Erestor's clothes, and soon the elder vampire was naked against the wall in the loft's entryway. Erestor shoved at him, panting, painfully aroused, and glared at him. "You can't do this to me like I'm some sort of... of..." He stopped and pointed at him. "You just can't do it like this."

"Why?" Glorfindel demanded.

"Because this isn't how it's supposed to be after hundreds of years!"

Glorfindel laughed, yanking his shirt over his head. "This is exactly how it is supposed to be after hundreds of years."

Erestor continued to glower, his nudity only an afterthought. "If you could keep your hands off of me for the last two weeks, you can do it for ten more minutes."

"I had other things to worry about," Glorfindel said, taking a step forward as he unsnapped his jeans. "Now, it is just you and me. No life altering decisions pending, no nagging worries."

Erestor would have stepped back, but the wall was there. "I don't want it like this."

"Yes, you do," Glorfindel said smugly, nodding to Erestor's erection. "I can smell it, Erestor. I can hear how fast your heart is beating, and your mind is full of delicious images."

His face flushed and he looked away from Glorfindel. "You're ruining this."

"No, I am not. You are." Glorfindel yanked Erestor against him, spun them around, and bore Erestor to the thick hall carpeting. "Close your eyes and enjoy this."

Erestor was about to protest again, but Glorfindel kissed him. Memory seeped in, took over, and Erestor parted his legs for Glorfindel to settle between. Erestor arched up against him and moaned. Eru, he wanted Glorfindel. It was like remembering how to breathe, being with Glorfindel.

Glorfindel's jeans were tossed aside. He hissed when they were finally body to body with nothing between them. Erestor exposed his throat to Glorfindel's mouth, and Glorfindel bit and suckled at the skin there. He left blooming bruises in his wake as he thrust lightly against Erestor. Breath short, hands clinging, Erestor was soon softly begging Glorfindel to have him.

"We have nothing," Glorfindel groaned.

Erestor laughed breathlessly. "Maglor and David have had me almost daily for the last decade. I'm used to it. Please, Glorfindel. You wanted it like this."

Glorfindel grinned. "Yes, I did." He kissed Erestor deeply as he lifted Erestor's hips more. A brief pause, then he pushed inward. He broke the kiss to take a sharp intake of breath. It'd been so long for him. He'd forgotten how perfect, how wonderful, making love with Erestor was! He trembled atop him, trying desperately to hold back his climax. "It has been too long--" he ground out.

"How long?" Erestor asked, his vision stars and brightness.

"Since the last time we were together."

Erestor's face flushed with shame. "And here I've been, fucking anything that moved."

Glorfindel kissed him sweetly. "I forgive you." Then he began thrusting into Erestor. He wrapped his arms around Erestor's slim waist, rested his brow against his chest, and just held on as he took Erestor for the first time in over three hundred years. He tried to concentrate on everything, hold himself back, but it was no use. He shuddered, filling Erestor with his seed much too soon.

He panted against Erestor's chest, embarrassed at his lack of control, and then he noticed his cock wasn't softening. Glorfindel lifted his head and looked up into Erestor's smirking face.

"We have amazing stamina," Erestor said with a smug laugh.

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