Beyond Darkness

Lifeless Emerald

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Mozart in the background. He looked at himself in the mirror. He had a habit of paying too much details to his eyes. It belonged to his father. A lousy excuse of a man, But he would've been proud of his son as he did the same to those innocent men like he had been treated by him. His blue eyes never really fit in with his features or as he thought. His dirty blonde hair was all over the place, his dark roots showing. He needed another bleaching job. He was looking intently at himself inn the mirror, He loosened his tie and took it off, Next was his shirt. As he discarded the shirt he looked down at it. It was stained red. He always forgot about his hands. For a moment he looked at his fingers. Then he looked up in the mirror and traced them from his forehead down to his jaw. Lovely.

He started swaying to the notes of the grand piano, with a glass of whiskey in hand he proceeded to go to his basement. He opened his door and there he was. His little green eyed angel chained to the bed. He looked up at him, his eyes bland and fearful. he almost felt pity on him. Maybe he was going soft. he neared his boy and he cowered in fear. It almost hurt a little, but he brushed it off. He had no time to be a simp for a man. Maybe he was getting a little side tracked by the wait he had gone through to get this man and now he was here. However, it made him sad that he had not said a word since he had woken up. He wanted to hear his angelic voice.

He had to do his routine checks though. He had already gone too far and had just chained him by the ankle, He kneeled down by the side of the bed and inspected chain, he pulled it. it had not been tampered with. It warmed his heart that he hadn't tried to break the chain yet. He was free to try though, but I wasn't going to break. Maybe he tried to wrench himself free? He shifted closer to him and looked at his ankle. Not yet. There were no cuts or abrasions. He felt relieved on this. He sat right next to him and slowly and softly stroked his free ankle. "Are you afraid?" He recieved a simple hesitant nod. "Do you trust me?" The pause was a long one but somehow a nod again. It left him speechless, He had never conversed or tried to connect with someone like this before. To his surprise fingers gingerly wrapped themselves around his wrist and he felt the man throwing himself onto him. He looked down at the mop of brown hair which was nestled in the crook of his neck. His angel was weeping. He wrapped his arms around him and held him until he stopped crying and eventually passed out due to exhaustion.

He laid him back on the bed and got a soft comforter for him. He also placed a bottle of water, some meds and sandwiches for when he wakes up. When he was upstairs he once again stood in front of the mirror. His eyes were a different type of blue. One he had never seen before. They shone with warmth and compassion. He couldn't bear look in the mirror anymore. He had made him cry. His actions made him cry. He punched the mirror. The mirror disintegrated into pieces. Shards on the floor glistening, and his hand was matted in blood. Soon the blood started dripping on the floor. When the pain hit he realised he had busted open his knuckles. Sears of pain shot through his arm in a pulsing wave. It disturbed him. It annoyed him.

He smiled and nonchalantly walked out of the house, got in his car and drove to the nearest hospital with an ER. He walked through the doors, his hand now bleeding profusely. As soon as he walked in he was flocked by a nurse who got him in into a room and started cleaning up the blood with heaps of cotton balls. A doctor came through the doors and realisation dawned upon him. He brushed off the nurse and took the cleaning in his own hands. Everything after that was a blur. A pair of hazel eyes was all he could see. He had started feeling dizzy and thirsty. Before he could mention that, some ice chips were brought to them and the doctor placed some in his mouth. The wound had now cleaned and a big gash was facing him. It still kept bleeding, but the Doctor somehow had it under control. He could feel the nurse handing and prepping something but he was too uncoordinated to care. All he could think was of the embrace. He looked on his shoulder and there was a small stain where his angel had wept his heart out. He wanted to go back to him. To hold him. To watch him cry and to wipe his tears. To cry with him. He wanted to get lost in those emerald eyes and if possible drown. How could he think of hurting him? How could he even hurt him. His touch had felt like an ointment for his soul. His tarnished soul. Surely there was a secret he was hiding, but he couldn't let himself lose everything he had built over the years.

This was unusual. So Unusual that it scared him. It terrified him beyond his childhood days when he used to hide in the shadows of fear, because now... there was vulnerability. For the first time, Vulnerability scared him. He looked up to find those same hazel eyes he saw months before so concentrated on his hand. He felt a pinch and then the doctor started sutures.

He knew what he wanted. He wanted to see those emerald eyes to live. This decision might ruin him, but he welcomed it.

He watched as the doctor wrapped gauze on his hands, finalizing the stitches. He thanked and payed the receptionist. He had to rush back home, he had to make thing right without disturbing them. Without trampling onto his feelings and his angel's. He drove rashly on the road, only one thing on his mind. He parked and ran inside, huffing he reached the basement. As soon as he reached the door, his angel was awake, he looked at the bedside table and found the pills gone. He smiled warmly at him. reaching him, he noticed that he didn't cower anymore from him. He checked the food packet and found the sandwiches untouched. He looked at him, nd placed a hand on his knee. Slowly tracing circles he got a slice out and extended it towards him. He found his gaze on his bandaged hand and then at him. "What happened?" He asked. His voice soft and hoarse, barely a whisper. His heart gave a painful wrench. "A little accident" He said softly.

"Does it hurt?" His eyes held worry and concern. It made his heart break break a little more. He just shook his head and then smiled at him. He watched in adoration as the corner of his angel's lips turned slightly upwards. He extended the sandwich again but he just shook his head. He frowned and then breathed deeply. He had to make this right. He had never felt like this for anyone, he had to take care of him. He put the sandwich down and extended his hand. He watched him as the hesitation slowly dissipated from his face and he took it. His hands were soft. He made him stand on the bed and then knelt down and snapped his ankle brace open.

He looked up at him and found those green eyes staring intently at him. Brimming with tears. He placed a soft kiss on his knuckles and then stood up and picked him up. He felt arms loop around his neck and legs on his waist. It felt as if he was hanging on for his dear life. He picked up the sandwiches and placed his angel on the floor reluctantly as he locked the door to the basement. He showed him the key and then slid it under the door into the basement locking it forever. He felt his angel plaster himself against him, his shoulders shaking briefly. He hugged him close and then with a finger under his chin raised his face. His eyes were red with tears streaking down his face. He leaned in and softly kissed his tears and then his eyes. He heard a soft whimper and leaned back as to not scare his green eyed enigma.

"Sweet Angel, Say my name? Just once. Please" He whispered to him. His eyes stationed at his mouth as his lips parted and a soft whisper escaped, "Vincent.."

Vincent smiled at his angel. He had never liked his name before. Anyone else using it felt torturous but him saying it made it a different kind of elixir. He then picked him up and walked upstairs to the kitchen. He placed him on the kitchen counter and popped the sandwiches in the microwave. He then pulled out a juice box from the fridge and handed it to him.

Vincent leaned against the wall as he saw his angel eagerly drinking. He smiled at the last attempts of him trying to finish the last few drops from the box. The microwave beeped and he got the sandwiches out. He brought them to him and then looked at him with a pleading expression in his eyes. "Only if you too..." he heard him whisper. He chuckled and then took a bite off of a piece. He reached and grabbed the piece from Vincent's hand and nibbled on the bitten side. Vincent was caught of guard by the gesture and felt his heart beat a little too loudly. He felt a blush dust on his face. He was behaving like a high school boy.

This man was going to be his death.