Song Fic - "When You Say Nothing At All"
Disclaimer Note From Author:
I do not own Gangrel, Edge, or Christian. Edge and Christian belong to WWF, and Titan Sports. Gangrel belongs to White Wolf Inc. Tiara is also not mine. She belongs to Hellfyre. "When You Say Nothing At All", lyrics are not mine, and used without permission.
Notes: This is a songfic, using "When You Say Nothing At All", by Ronan Keating. Also, in this story, vampires are not driven insane when tasting another's blood, instead it is like a special bonding, a promise to spend eternity by one another's sides.
Tiara sat in the gothic club, known as "The Chamber", nursing her warm glass of O positive, her favourite. Looking around, she held back a laugh. The room was full of Goths, many of them wannabe vampires, who wouldn't know a real vampire if he or she jumped up and bit them on the ass. Of course, that wasn't their style. Generally, they much preferred the jugular.
It's just so much cleaner, she thought with amusement. Turning, to see a remarkably disgusting looking loser in a velvet cape, she amended her last thought, Well, it is on most.
In reality, she had no idea why she frequented the club. Actually, that wasn't really true. Apart from the fact that the bartenders actually served fresh blood, when asked by a real vampire, there were also a thousand reasons, all having something to do with a certain vampire, that also frequented the place.
With a quick sniff, she knew that there were no other vamps in tonight. With the exception of her blond beau, and his two friends, there very rarely were.
Tiara was disappointed that he wasn't there, but not surprised. It just wasn't his style to make an appearance before ten pm. She glanced at her watch. Nine forty-five, she noted, with rising anticipation, Soon.
For some strange reason, she was much more nervous, and excited, tonight, but had no idea why. It's always the same thing, so why am I nervous???
They say that everybody has a soulmate. Well, it's true. Unfortunately, most people don't find theirs. There just isn't enough time in life. However, finding your soulmate is much more common among vampires. Tiara knew this, thinking maybe it was because vampires can sense each other, or because they live forever. She also knew, that when it came to soulmates, the blond vampire was hers.
Impatiently, she checked her watch again, and saw with growing frustration, that it was still eleven minutes to ten. This was a familiar scene to her, but she wasn't usually this anxious. Every night, she would walk in at nine thirty, hoping that he wold come early. He never did. She would get her drink, always O positive, and just sit and wait. She would occasionally be approached by mortals, and would politely refuse. There was only one man she was after.
Tiara would stay seated, waiting, then, at ten, or a little after, he would walk in, next to a man that she sensed was his brother. Both of them walked a little behind another man, that she could feel was their sire.
The blond, that she cared so much for, was absolutely enchanting. He had blue eyes, like sapphires, and thick, silky hair, that shone like the sun. If she ever missed the daylight, just looking at his hair reminded her of its beauty. He was slim, but well toned and muscled, and usually dressed in silver or blue tights. His outfit was always completed with black boots and a white poet's shirt.
His brother was slightly taller, with thinner, wavier blond locks. His eyes were always covered by a different pair of sunglasses. He, too, was thin, but toned, and chose to show it off, in tights, but no shirt, and an ever present PVC trenchcoat.
Their sire, while still blond and blue eyed, looked much different. He wore an identical shirt to the first blond, her love, and dark velvet tights, but was shorter, and had a stocky build. His hair hung practically in ringlets, and a tongue stud was visible when he spoke.
The demeanors amongst the three were also very different. The sire was the obvious leader, and was louder than the other two. He walked with obvious pride, and seemingly, with purpose, as if to show everyone that he had authority. The way he acted towards the other two, proved to Tiara that he cared for them greatly, and would gladly lay down his life for them, although, as their sire and leader, he could easily insist that they do for him instead.
The tallest blond, her beloved's brother, had a very strange way of acting. He was very light on his feet, looking as if he was constantly ready to pounce on someone at any given second. Judging by his facial expressions, anyone could easily mistake him for an escapee from an institution. When he smiled, it was more of a maniacal grin, showing twin rows of glistening huge white teeth. His eyes sparkle, as if he could never stop laughing on the inside. Despite his strange expressions, it was obvious to Tiara that he wasn't insane, but he liked people to think he was. She couldn't help but think he was strange, but since he was so loving and protective of his brother, he couldn't be too bad a vampire. She continuously thought of him as, "the Enigma".
Then, there was her man. He was something else, the "Silent One" of the group. He never really spoke, or laughed. He mainly just looked, and observed the goings on around him. He walked as quietly as he acted. If you couldn't see him, you wouldn't ever know that he was there, unless, of course, you were another vampire. He seemed so serene, so peaceful, that it was almost hard to believe he had ever been in an argument in his life, let alone knew how to fight, but she knew, from the gossip around her, that he and his two friends had gotten into more than their fair share of fights.
This belief had already been proven to be true, during her first encounter with him. She thought back to her first meeting with the "Silent One".
It was had been her very first time in this club, and on that night, a man had approached her, and, rather rudely, propositioned her. She refused as politely as she could, but he continued to harass her. When she got mad, and told him flat out to leave her alone, he got violent and backhanded her.
Before she even had a chance to retaliate, the man had been thrown across the room, and was being beat upon by a blond vampire, that obviously knew how to handle himself. The next thing she knew, the blonde vamp was standing in the man's place, holding his hand out to her. She had sensed then, that he was her soulmate, and from the look in his crystal blue eyes, he knew it, too. She had danced with him, a slow, erotic dance that left them both breathless. He never spoke, never once even said his name, and he never looked away from her eyes. That was the first, and only time that they had ever danced like that.
Every night since, he would walk in, sit down, have a single mouthful from his drink, then approach her. They would move out onto the dance floor, and he would place his hands gently, yet firmly, on her hips. She would interlock her fingers behind his neck, and they would slow dance like that for hours. Neither would move closer, or further apart. They always remained barely an inch from each other, too close for friends, but not quite close enough for lovers.
They never broke eye contact, instead, were content to gaze into each other's eyes for hours.
They would dance their final dance at 2:30am, and, at the end, he would bring her hand to his lips, kissing first the back, then palm, then her inner wrist, directly above the pulse point. Once he had done this, he would leave with the other two.
She sighed. His lips were so soft against her skin, and she longed to feel them against her own. Although he never spoke, she knew, from overhearing the other two, that his name was Christian, just as his brother was Edge, and his sire was Gangrel. She had also heard the club's other regulars refer to them as the "Brood".
Just as she drained her glass, he entered. He looked different tonight, and it wasn't just his clothes. Although he had opted for gold velvet tights, and a black version of his normal shirt, there was something else. He seemed nervous tonight, which was strange for him, as he was normally completely at ease. She blinked, realising that his outfit was much like her own. She was dressed in gold, wet-look hipster bootlegs, black leather boots, and a tight metallic black midriff top, with a ruffled V-neck collar, and long sleeves, that were tight to her elbows, by ruffled out loosely to complete the arm length.
He completely skipped his pre-dance ritual, and walked straight over to her from the door, offering her his hand with a slight smile, when noticing the surprise on her face.
When she took his hand, she was aware that they were both trembling. She knew something was going to happen tonight, she could feel it.
They began their regular dance, and before she knew it, it was half past one.
It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart, Without saying a word, you could light up the dark.
They continued dancing, and gazing into one another's eyes. She could see something in his crystal pools, and knew exactly what it was, because she could feel it, too...nervousness. She just wish that she knew why.
This is it, she decided suddenly, surprising herself. Tonight's the night, it's gone on long enough.
Try as I may, I can never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing.
Then, on impulse, before she could change her mind, she pulled him closer to her, until their bodies were brushing up against each other softly. She felt him tense in surprise, and as she was about to pull away, embarrassed, thinking she'd made an awful mistake, he pulled her in even closer, wrapping his arms around her, until their bodies were practically melded together.
The smile on your face, lets me know that you need me,
There's a truth in your eyes, saying you'll never leave me,
She hid a smile against his chest, then looked up to meet his eyes once again.
They were, once again, lost in one another, but he was now much more bold. He leaned his head down to rest upon hers, so that his breath tickled her scalp, and the scent of her hair filled his senses.
After about thirty minutes, he knew that it was now or never. He slipped his head down, until their foreheads were pressed together lightly, then nuzzled her cheek, causing her to giggle.
The touch of your hand, says you'll catch me,
Wherever I fall...
He drew his face back, ever so slightly, and placed a kiss on the very tip of her nose, as her arms tightened around his neck.
She could feel his breath upon her lips, as he moved in to kiss her.
The first tentative touch between their lips was the sweetest thing either of them had ever felt. He deepened the kiss, hesitantly at first, then, with ever growing need.
You say it best...
When you say nothing at all.
When they finally broke the kiss, they were both flushed and out of breath.
He could clearly read the question on her face. Will we stay together tonight?
All day long, I can hear people talking aloud... But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd.
His answer remained unspoken, but she could easily see it in his eyes. We'll stay together for all eternity, love.
Try as they may, they could never define,
What's been said, between your heart and mine...
He tilted his head to the side, allowing her access to his neck. She looked up at him, with wide, questioning eyes, and saw the edges of his lips curl into a tiny smile. He nodded his head, almost imperceptibly, and, while he seemed relaxed, she could see that he was worried about how she'd react.
The smile on your face, lets me know, that you need me,
There's a truth in your eyes, saying you'll never leave me,
Smiling, she lowered her head to his neck, and he let out a soft sigh of relief, before doing the same.
Their movements were completely loving and gentle, and in perfect harmony. They nuzzled each other's necks, before placing a soft kiss upon the pulse point above the collarbone, and sinking their fangs in deep.
The touch of your hand, says you'll catch me,
Wherever I fall...
They drank continuously, until they could feel their blood completely mixed. They were now one with each other, heart, mind, and soul. As they carefully withdrew their fangs, they licked at the puncture marks, watching them quickly disappear.
You say it best...
When you say nothing at all.
They pulled away, looking again into each other's eyes.
The smile on your face, lets me know that you need me,
There's a truth in your eyes, saying you'll never leave me,
He pulled her hand up to his lips, as he always did, and kissed its back, then palm, and wrist, but instead of letting go and leaving, he held her hand to his cheek for some minutes, before placing his arm protectively around her waist, and turning towards his companions.
The touch of your hand, says you'll catch me,
Wherever I fall...
The four of them met near the door, and Tiara wrapped her arms around Christian, before they left "The Chamber" together, to spend eternity by one another's sides.
You say it best...
When you say nothing at all.....
The End