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Gone to Shadow, Gone to Light
Viggo/Elijah (Orlando/Elijah)
Mature with warnings for blood.
Set in the Porcelain and Bittersweet Verse. It's been a few years and Elijah has a choice to make. But as with all things surrounding Everens and it's inhabitants, there are layers and reasons and whys that only Viggo knows.
Unbeta'd.



Elijah wasn't young anymore. By human standards he still looked like a young man in his twenties, ask anyone on the street to look at him and comment and they'd most likely agree. But the baby fat was gone from his cheeks and the long angled muscles of his neck stood out, all softness worn away by years of living at night and being sucked dry.

Viggo watched them together, how they'd changed, calmed to a steady heat, and noted the frayed quality to Elijah's movements. How his smile was that much less ready, his gate less agile, how sometimes he caught himself on the counter, steadying, and hid it with a playful sway.

He thought about the choice Elijah would have to make. The choice he, himself, would be making by laying it out for the young man. No one lasted long as an attendee. Elijah had lasted longer than most. But the time was coming, and soon, when it would be too late and Viggo would not loose family again so soon.

~*~

Cigars and brandy. Viggo didn't eat. None of the family ate real food much. But through all of the centuries, he found he couldn't give up those simple pleasures. More so now that Billy was home to share them.

Weeks went by with Bills and Viggo holed up in the library, smoking, talking, about the family and the finances and life in the new world. Though now they'd been silent for a while. The conversation dying off, the butts smoldering low, glasses nearly empty.

"Tell me about Elijah." Billy's voice surprised him out of the stillness. He drew breath and let it go, wondering how he'd ever thought to evade his friends' keen intuition. Billy watched him with hunter's eyes and a stillness that Viggo found reassuring and unsettling at once.

"It's time." He said simply.

Billy nodded and looked at the fire. "And Orlando?" he asked.

Viggo looked past Billy, past the fire and remembered the years it took to civilize Orlando. How even now he wasn't good with people. Rarely left the house, never took another attendee, even under duress. To lose Elijah would finish him. To bring Elijah into the family would be another sort of loss though Elijah might still choose to live with them. He would never be Orlando's attendee, never feed his vamp again. In the end it would have to be Elijah's choice.

"Loosing Elijah will finish him, Viggo." Billy said, low and soft.

Viggo nodded. He knew. They all did.

~*~

Dawn was the hardest for Orlando. He was still young as vamps go and the light bit into him like shards of glass, jagged, sharp. Elijah could tell time by Orlando's sensitivity to it, how he would become quiet and move farther into the shadows of the room, or nearer the stair. He never mentioned it, just let Orlando drift away, let him go to their room, to sleep.

Now, these days, Elijah found himself taking that time to look at the day. He'd make tea, something light to eat and go to the roof with his tray to sit and watch the sun rise over Hampstead Heath.

He marveled again at the green. The sheer abundance of lush growth and how it shimmered in the morning sun. More often than not, his tea would grow cold, his food left uneaten as he watched with rapped attention, the park come to life and wonder how he'd become so comfortable being apart from it.

There was no regret in his thoughts, only remembrance, and fondness for time long gone. At twenty six, he no longer felt the dreaming endless possiblities of life. He didn't mourn their loss.

He ran his hand over the curving scars on the inside of his elbow, the map of Orlando's possession, his passion writ on Elijah's skin. Not with love, never that. But need. Necessity. He was necessary.

The cords stood out on his wrists. He turned his hands over and noted the deep valleys between the bones on his hands, how they looked tense and strained though he was relaxed and sated from the night.

And Viggo had been watching him. For some time now he'd catch the vamp's measuring stare, missing nothing, not the tremors or the brittle edge to his laughter. And he was afraid. Terrified.

~*~

"Don't be afraid." Viggo set gentle hands on Elijah's shoulders. The sun had not yet broken over the humped shadowed trees and steam still curled from Elijah's cup of tea. He stilled.

"Viggo," he whispered, frozen, looking over the same landscape yet seeing nothing. He felt the angry knot of tension writhe in his belly. "I can't," but the words wouldn't come. He shook.

Viggo's hands tightened, cool yet reassuring in their strength.

"Do you want me to do it?" Viggo said.

Tears gathered in Elijah's eyes, filled, over filled and fell yet the words still would not come. There would be no turning back, no change of mind. The riotous green of the Heath exploded before him as the sun's rays touched them and he thought about never seeing Orlando again. Never touching him, being touched, never feeding him again. He was breaking.

"Please," he whispered.

There was a moment, no longer than a few panting breaths, where nothing happened. The Heath continued to be green and the sky became opal-blue-pink and then Viggo was sliding down his back, wrapping him in his arms, the sharp prick of teeth to the sloping muscle of his shoulder and he was falling back, falling away under the pressure and pleasure of being fed upon.

He dropped his head back and let it wash over him, his cock gone hard, hands reaching for narrow hips only to find the wider, more solid muscles of Viggo's thighs behind him. His heart hammered, trying to keep time with the blood he was loosing, the last blood he would ever loose and in a moment it was over and Viggo's teeth were gone.

The blood, when it hit his tongue was bitter, dark and hot and he gagged wrenching away from the offering. Bile rose in his throat, threatening and Viggo's hand closed over his neck, forcing his head back and his mouth open to receive him.

He drank. Washed the human taste of vomit from his throat with the thick copper tang of blood, felt it coil down, a living thing, a killing thing into his guts. He coughed, pushed Viggo's arm away and fell writhing to the stones beneath him. He could feel his heart slamming and scrabbled over the stones, trying to escape, trying to go back but even as he moved his heart began to slow and his muscles gave way and he collapsed, eyes wide.

The sun breaching the crenulated wall of Everings was his last mortal sight.

~*~

"It's done." Viggo said.

Dom rolled over, the covers tangling around his hips, his sleepy gaze taking in all of his lover's body in one lazy sweep. He opened his arms and Viggo sank into them like a dead weight, his breath a cool sweep over Dom's shoulder.

"Where is he?" Dom whispered, dreading the answer. Wishing it was here, alive, safe. Knowing it was not. He held his breath.

"Below the tower." Viggo said. And that was all. He was here, now he was family.

"He's family now. You did the right thing, Viggo. It was time." he didn't say these things to reassure only to say them, to say something so Viggo could hear him, so Viggo had something to hear. "The rest will sort itself out, don't worry about that. Rest now, rest."

Viggo's arms tightened around him and he felt the velvet soft of lips just before the nick of teeth and the rush of heat. Viggo rolled him back, dragged up over him and Dom felt Viggo's need to conquer, to mark and claim. He'd made Elijah, changed him, but could not claim him. Elijah had been Orlando's and now he was his own.

Pleasure crested, Dom felt Viggo driving him hard and even as they pushed and ground together, Dom wondered how much longer he could stay like this. How much longer he would belong to Viggo before he too would have to make the same choice.

Viggo fell to the bed beside him, lapped gently at the wound on his shoulder and stroked his flank. Dom felt the soft woof of breath across his neck, felt Viggo laying quiet, sated but still tense.

"I want you to go to him." Viggo said and slid his arm over Dom's waist, followed the length of his arm with soft fingers and twined their hands together. "Help Elijah. Help them both." Dom stiffened, tense.

"Viggo." he whispered.

"He knows you. He trusts you." Viggo said and kissed Dom's shoulder. "Let it be my gift to him. To them both."

Dom nodded.

~*~

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