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I Sit on Fences	By : SweetChildDeath Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1217 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-I Sit on Fences
- 2-Chapter 2
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Sit on Fences

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Disclaimer: Don't own 'em probably never did and never will. With cameo appearances from a horde of amusing people you may or may not recognize. This story will in this and later chapters have angst, gore, violence, sex, death, and pretty bois romantically involved with one another. So..
You have been warned. Rated R for this and later chapters.
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" I didn't hear you leave--I wonder how I am still here."
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Rain.
It fell relentlessly. Big, fat, wet drops that tterttered to the slickened cobbles creating the back beat for the song of the n tim time street. The evening was a gloomy one, with the stars hidden behind a great blanket of ominous, black clouds. And the streets, though they lay in bright illumination, seemed as if the protection they could provide to the weary traveler was limited. It was as if the very shadows themselves were waiting to strike down at any individual who dared venture forth from the safety of the street lamp's light.
Blinking rainwater from his eythe the young man turned his gaze away from the sky. He looked a bit confused for a moment, as if he'd lost himself and forgotten where he'd been put. His blue eyes slipping shut, the memory of the sky throbbed against his eyelids, and for a moment there was nothing. The din of the street seemed far away and in another world. All that remained was heavy silence.Danger.
A warning..? But already the feeling had passed, and the noise from the surrounding street came crashing down upon the young man like a wave crashing upon the shore in the midst of a storm. Dizzy, the young man's eyes flew open, and though disoriented, the palm of his hand shot out just in time to press flat upon the side of a carriage for support.
"Darling, are you all right..?" A sweet, feminine voice roused the young man from the dream. Glancing up, he spied the face of a pretty young woman lingering within the carriage's window.
"I--Uhm...Fine, my love, sta started quietly, then after noting the concerned look on his wife's face added with more confidence: " Perfectly fine, just a bit fatigued, I do think."
The woman, seemingly placated by this answer, smiled prettily in response. Then, with a glove encased finger, motioned for her husband to climb inside the carriage.
"Well, come along then, my darling. The sooner we depart, the sooner we may arrive home where it is warm dry,dry," She said quietly, as she nudged the carriage door open and poked her head out, " It does no good for you to stand about in the rain, and it does even less good for you to be in wet things longer than you have to."
" Ah--You are right, my darling." The man replied with a smile as with a slight flick of the wrist he gestured for her to move out of the way. Glancing up at the sky one last time, he moved to open the carriage's door and then climbed within the companionable darkness. ng hng his head out the window before pushing it shut, the young man told the driver that they were ready to go. The young man then settled back into the plush cushion of the seat and released a lofty sigh.
Danger. The intensity of the warning had dulled significantly, but it was still there as ever it was. It was a vague, gnawing feeling that drove him to nibble upon the lower right corner of his lip. It also made the young man's mood turn sour which resulted in a scowl that played across his face. A scowl that was quickly noted by his pretty, copper-haired wife.
"Are you certain that you are all right, darling..?" She asked quietly, her hand stealing up to press itself upon her husband's damp forehead to check first for unusual warmth, then to brush strand of sodden black hair from his face.
"Quite." The young man replied, his answer seeming to pacify his concerned wife for the moment being. Slipping his had upward, he moved to grasp hers, and smiled gratefully into the dark when he felt her fingers give his a reassuring squeeze.
"You were wonderful tonight, beloved," She whispered quietly into his ear, and he pressed a kiss to her rose-dusted cheek.
"I sing for you only," He answered warmly, then allowed for a comfortable silence to settle. Moving his gaze to the window and the dark shapes that passed, the young man noted nothing of interest. But there came the feeling that these nondescript objects were watching them as they drove by. It spurred the young man into yankine ble blind shut, and though the feeling of unease diminished it was still very much present.
Out of the city proper, and out into the country side. This was where there home lay, and it was home that the young man wished to be. And though he knew it wouldn't take nearly as long as it felt, he still longed to be there sooner. Nestling into the warmth of shared body heat, the young man inched closer to his wife's body. The heat that seeped through his wet things was delightful, and he could not help but yawn sleepily as the rain pattered against the carraige-top.
Between the motion of the carriage and the soothing caress of warm fingertips upon his hand, it wasn't long before the warning had been all but forgotten. Lost to Morpheus who had crept up to claim the dark haired young man in sleep.
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Wake Up!
Something wasn't right, no there was something terribly wrong and even in unconsciousness the young man could feel it. Eyelids heavy with slumber, the young man struggled to wake. Meanwhile, his body had become more fully aware of his surroundings. It was cold and wet and most defiantly not the warm, dry interior of the carriage. It was something else entirely, this kind of darkness. The surface beneath him was hard, wet and felt like it was made of stone.
There came suddenly a harsh breath of wind, and the young man could feel it as it whipped through his hair to make the damp strands lick against his face. It was a mild sting compared to that of the icy rain that pelted at his exposed skin.
Wait, rain..? Horrified, the young man jerked his eyes open only to find himself staring up at the dark unforgiving sky. It seemed to be laughing at him almost, taunting and whispering that it had told him so. With great effort, the young man pulled himself to his knees, his sluggish limbs violently protesting movement of any kind. A wave of dizziness swept over him suddenly, and he was forced to press the flats of his palms against the cold stone lest he topple over.
Squinting through the rain and dark, the young man tried his best see what was happening around him but could gather very little from the deceitful shadows. To his eyes, there was nothing shi shifting black darkness in which nothing could be made out clearly. The young man was starting to shiver, and swiping at his damp hair he sat back on his haunches and wrapped his arms about his torso. Even if it did not conserve much heat, some was better than none.
Something whimpered suddenly in the darkness, and the young man jerked his head up. He strained to hear over the rainfall and when it came again he decided it sounded like some sort of animal. A dying animal perhaps. It was only when he heard a name gasped out over the wind that he realized it was not an animal at all, but a human being. A human being that sounded like it was saying his name.
The young man's eyes grew considerably larger, and snapping his head in the direction of the sound, searched for the source. Scrabbling to his footing, he moved cautiously towards a dark mass that lay sprawled only a few steps from where he haokenoken. Sure enough there came a rasping, whimpering sound from the figure, and the young man knew he had found what had called to him. He couldn't have been certain, but as he approached the young man thought he saw something larger hovering over the sprawled figure for but a moment.
"D-Dar..."
It was a parting sigh as it's speaker left for the next world, and the source of it was instantly recognized by the confused young man. Aghast, a soft yelp of surprise parted his lips and dropping to his knees he gathered the broken creature up into his arms. Handling the prone body ever so carefully as if it were a precious keepsake, he used his fingertips to see where his eyes could not. Tremulous fingers wandered the well-known curves of his wife's face as he spoke out to her.
"Sarah darling, I am here now, wake up." He coaxed desperately, but received no response. He continued to trace the contours of her face as he spoke to her, but stopped suddenly in confusion when his fingers had reached the curve of her jaw. It was wet, they were both wet of course, but this wetness was different. It was warm and sticky. The young man could feel his stomach turn as he fearfully continued down the length of his wife's throat.
He really did not wha what to expect, but when the flesh beneath his roving fingertips suddenly gave he blinked in confusion. Under his fingers was a mess of sticky warmth and brutally torn membrane. Startled, he jerked his hand back as if burned. He needed to get a better look, and bringing his hand close to his face he tried to see what this substanas uas upon his hand.
In the night, he could see nothing but a dark stain being washed away by the cold rain. It only took an instant, but in that moment he suddenly knew it was blood. He knew also that his wife was dead, and was utterly horrified. Hugging the dead woman tightly to his chest, he whimpered.
"N-no," He whispered, shaking his head violently. " This cannot be happening!"
"Ahh, but it is, my little Songbird," A voice suddenly answered from the night, startling the young man who scrambled frantically to his feet. For a moment, the young man inanely thought the taunting night had finally found it's voice, but quickly cast the thought away when he heard footsteps over the rainfall.
"W-who are you?! Are you responsible for this?" The young man demanded of the voice, who only laughed in reply. Silence came again to leave only the sound of the falling rain, and the young man's breathing loud in his ears. He wondered briefly if he had completely lost his wits.
There came a swift rush of wind and confusion, and suddenly the young man found him self staring into a set of violet eyes as fierce as a cat's. Taken completely off-gaurd, he yelped in surprise and tried to scramble backward; Only to be caught in a vice-like grip by white fingers.
"What a silly question, Pet," The voice said, and a face emerged from the shadows, a face seemingly carved of living stone. The young man couldn't help but gasp at the frightening quality of this creature's face. Beautiful yes, but also loathsome at the same time. Dark curls framed the creature's face which was constructed of broad, almost harsh lines that were characteristic of most males. Struggling within this thing's strong grip, the young man found himself repelled, yet entranced by it's luminous, violet eyes. It laughed, revealing a set of glinting, dagger like canines. The young man gasped.
"Of course I am responsible for this, why else would I be here if I were not..?" It said, grinning wildly through the darkness. " I have come to pay my respects to a most talented young singer and his late wife. They unfortunately died in a carriage accident, how sad," The vampire paused, and with it's other hand ran it's fingers along the young man's cheek. Repulsed, the young man shied away from the touch but could not avoid it. The vampire laughed and continued.
"It was all quite tragic, the woman was tossed from the cab, and crushed under a wheel. As for her lovely husband, the body was never found. More than likely, they say, it was washed down stream. "
The young man stiffened, fearfully gazing at the creature through the rain. "S-so you mean to kill me as well..?" He asked, stricken.
"Ahh, but that is the question, to kill you or to keep you..? You are quite the pretty little thing. " The vampire replied while using his free hand to lecherously caress the young man's throat. The young man flinched, and shut his eyes against the terrible man-creature. Foolishly almost, he thought that if her were to count backwards from the number ten and open his eyes the thing would go away. That it would all just be a dream. But when the young man opened his eyes again, he was still surrounded by dark, and the white face was still looming in front of him.
"I think perhaps I shall keep you," The vampire said with a chuckle, and in an instant the young man felt something sharp stab at his neck. The movement had been too fast for him to see, and suddenly there was a stitch in the beating of his heart and his whole being felt as if it were being tugged away from the insides. He stiffened, and slowly the pain ebbed into warmth which in turn became a feeling akin to that of the sensations felt in the act of making love. The young man moaned, and his eyelids fluttered closed. There was a wonderful feeling of weightlessness that suddenly overtook his being, and he would have been glad to stay there but something was speaking to him.
"You're song will be one of the night from now on." It said, then there came a burning sensation like liquid fire upon his lips. Every nerve cell fritzed to life, and the young man's eyes shot open. There was the vampire's face above him, but it was changed. Warmed by blood. It was smiling, and gestured toward a trickle of red that was dribbling down it's neck. The scent was intoxicating, and though the young man should have been repulsed he was not. Every cell in his body craved to be filled by that red, and the young man found himself leaning in to lap greedily at what had already been spilled.
When his tongue hit it, it was like electricity shooting up his spine, and the young man moaned rapturously. Lapping up the thin trail, he moved toward source of the liquid fire and suckled greedily. With each shockwave of pleasure came a renewed strength until he was quite violently drawing the blood forth.
Just then a strong, but gentle hand pushed him away. The young man made some small noise of protest as he opened his eyes, but became suddenly enraptured with the surrounding night. Had it gotten brighter..? No, It was still the same only now the shadows were easily formed into the objects they were. The young man glanced about in wonderment. It was as if someone had lifted a veil from his eyes.
Taking a step forward, he thrust his arm out in front of him to test his vision. Sure enough, his hand was there, but something strange had happened. He could see the pulsing, blue veins beneath his skin! Gasping, he whirred around to face the ire.ire. It was smiling, it's broad grin still somewhat frightening though now the young man could see it's complete form and not just the white face.
The young man regarded that white face curiously, taking in the features which before that moment had been masked by darkness. The vampire's jaw was square, solid. The face fixed with generous lips that lay curled up at the corners to give a look of malicious cruelty that was mirrored in the round, violet eyes. It's nose was somewhat narrow, and Romanesque. The wet curls that framed the creature's face now took on a faintly red sheen, revealing it's lustrous russet hue.
The vampire grinned slyly, and the young man found himself looking away in embarrassment, chastising himself for having allowed his gaze to linger thus. Glancing up, he meant to say something in his defense, but suddenly found himself doubling over in pain. From the pit of his stomach there came a violent nausea, it felt as if his insides were being torn from their holdings. Crying out, he dropped to his knees and toppled over on his side.
"Do not fear, my Songbird. It shall pass. It is your body, it is dying." It was the vampire's voice in his ear, and the young man was vaguely aware of two solid limbs that encircled him. He wanted this demon away from him, he loathed it. But the grappling pain within would let him go no where. Gnashing his teeth together to stifle a choked sob, the young man turned his head away from the vampire's chest but gave a quick start when the pungent aroma of blood filled his nostrils.
He glanced up just in time to catch a splash of red as it dropped from the vampire's hovering wrist. The young man moaned in pleasure despite the pain churning inside his person. Reaching up, he grappled the vampire's arm and brought the bleeding wrist to his lips. Once again he was tossed into the throws of passio he he suckled hungrily at the open wound. It was gone in the next moment though, and the young man whimpered at the loss.
" Now now, that's enough," The thing scolded lightly with a sinister sounding chuckle. "We wouldn't want to ruin dinner now would we..?"
The young man was confused, and a bit dazed as the vampire moved away from him to stand and helped him to his footing. The pain had significantly dulled, but he could still feel the sharp pang of it in the pit of his stomach. There was also a strange, burning thirst that seemed to want to tear open his throat. Blinking copper and rain from his eyes, the young man glanced about, relieved and both frightened that the vampire had seemingly disappeared.
Something stirred on the far end of the bridge. A tangy scent wafted by, ensnaring the young man's attention. It was beckoning, tugging at his senses and calling to the cells in his body. Tentatively he moved toward it, determined to discover what it was that was making him thirst so. Underneath the upturned carriage, past the lingering scent of death lay a man. It was the driver. The young man gave a start at this, confused by the overwhelming desire to suck the life out of this man he knew. As he loomed over the body pondering this, the man stirred and awoke. He looked up at the young man and made a small sound of relief.
"Master Darren, thank goodness you are safe!" He wheezed as he tried to sit up. The young man simply stared, wondering at the mesh of skin and muscle and how they seemed on this old man's face like an elaborate construction for a mask. While the old driver wheezed on, the young man became suddenly fascinated by the pulsing veins in his neck. Detached, the young man watched as his own fingers reached forth to draw the man up to his feet and skimmed along the tender column of the throat.
The driver was frightened now, whispering nonsense that sounded something akin to a prayer. The young man paid no heed, and leaning forward lapped at the heat source before being compelled to gnaw at it. He should have been perhaps shocked at what he was doing, shocked at himself for even entertaining such thoughts. But when the first spurt of hot, human blood hit his tongue all his could do was shudder at the pleasure of it.
It was different from the blood of the vampire. It was richer, sweeter. And the young man felt himself spiraling into a swoon that was set to a low, throbbing beat that grew slower with each passing moment. Suddenly it was broken, and he heard the vampire's voice again.
"You must stop drinking before the heart stops. You will become ill if you drink after that moment. "
The young man was confused. He blinked, and looked about. The driver's dead body was a broken, messy heap on the cobbles below him.
"Hmph," The vampire said as he approached and nudged the dead man with the toe of his boot. "You really must be more careful next time, Pet. You broke the poor chap's neck in all that hurry."
The young man blinked at the corpse, and suddenly felt ill. Had he really killed this man..? He stepped back, stunned at his actions. But the thought of the heat, the taste...It was enough to make him whimper at the memory, then turn away in complete horror and shame.
The was when the pain came back full force, knocking him to his rear end. He could here the vampire laughing above him, and turning away he crawled away from the loathsome pair of dead things. A sprawled figure lay just ahead, and he approached it on his hands and knees. Ashamed of the state he had left it in, he arranged it's limbs carefully and settled down beside it, waiting for the pain to pass...

He died that night.
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