Fires both sacred and profane
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9
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The Angel in Hell
Rating: Slowly moving towards a Mature rating
Pairing: Gabriel Knight/Baron Friedrich von Glower
Time Frame: GK2, the final chase....and beyond
Characters: Canon for the most part
None of GK's original characters or stories belong to me, all hail Jane Jensen!
Fires both sacred and profane - Chapter six
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light.
(Lord Byron)
The night air was cool and refreshing but it did little to ease Gabriel's mind. Oh, he had been taken by surprise several times and occasionally the effect had been pleasant but this was nothing like any of his many experiences with women. How ironic that not even the legendary charm of the Knights would get him out of this one. But do I want to get out of it? Why had that question come up in the first place, he tried to reason with himself. This wasn't the first time that a guy mistook the almost sacrosanct status of his hair for, well, that kind of thing. Usually he'd just laugh his way out of it, since when was taking care of your hair passé anyway? This was different, this wasn't just a misunderstanding but a clash of passions, light and darkness, redemption and damnation. For a moment he considered to just drive back home, resume his Schattenjäger work and forget.
The moon gave him his answer, he felt it immediately after entering the little clearing behind the lodge. It felt like his inners were consumed by fire, his blood boiling higher with every beat of his frantic heart..... Cold sweat was dripping down his face when the pain began. Bracing himself to face the inevitable his clammy fingers snatched the air where the talisman used to be....an instinct that he'd never lose. It demanded all he had held dear, it clutched at his flesh like a rabid tiger....fire seethed through his veins, it made him howl in agony as his body hit the damp, cold soil. Quivering and moaning he felt his own blood running down his arm from the cut on his hand......scarlet red it glistened in the moonlight, taunting him, wanting him, seducing him with icy clutches. A flash of ice ripped through his body before his world went dark red and black.........pitch black and blood red until he began to make out smells....shapes and the riveting scent of blood.
He'd never remember whether or not he had heard the creature creeping up to him. Pitch black with eyes like a mix of emeralds and sapphires it weighed him down and stared at him with a mysterious merge of anger and something else until his world turned as black as the wolf's fur. The smell of damp soil, leaves and the night rocked him to sleep and the pain subsided... The creature's grip lost its force and almost grew tender.....as tender as the kiss of a spider, Gabriel thought, before the darkness consumed him completely.
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The cold night's air was refreshing after spending hours in Gabriel's bedroom without finding any rest at all. She had taken out every book in the library to dust it off and put it back again at least twice without finding a title to hold her interest long enough to escape for at least some time. Letting forth a sigh she dropped the last book on the nightstand and got up to put it back. "The Book Of Werewolves - being an account of a terrible superstition" by Sabine Baring Gould had not kept the promise of its title, if anything it made her feel worse about the whole situation.
Published in 1865 it was an outdated if stuffy take on the legend but it did provide her with a clue to check out once she had finished fixing up her laptop with a working Internet connection. A whole website on Werewolf lore and legends from Germany, she couldn't believe her luck. http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/werewolf.html she wrote on her notepad and pinned it to her bedroom door.
Curiosity was eating at her as she walked past the village to the spot where she usually found solace and peace. Close to the looming woods there was a little lake with an ancient stone bench at the shore which faced a little medieval chapel. The chapel itself was in poor shape, only the once gloriously colorful fresco of Christ carrying his cross betrayed its former splendour. Behind the savior were three women with halos over their heads, one was dressed in blue and red, a typical Marian depiction, another was clad in green and brown and carried a piece of white cloth with Christ's face imprinted on it.......Veronica, Grace thought, never quite sure what to think of such depictions of women. But it was the third woman which fascinated her. Dressed in bold scarlet and black her face was shining and didn't bear tear stains, her long, blond ringlets were barely hidden by the silver veil she had draped over her head. A radiant smiled graced her pretty face, a smile that seemed so awfully out of place given the situation....
Grace sat down on the bench and closed her eyes to inhale the fresh air from the lake. He was mine for the taking, she thought bitterly as she felt a gentle breeze cooling her head. Mine to love and to hold on to....what kept me from it? Pride and insecurity were the nasty answers she came up with. Always too late to recognize the truth, always hesitating, never ready to take a risk until someone else did. First the hauntingly beautiful Malia Gedde with her dark secret and now......now it was the nonchalant, majestic and handsome Baron Friedrich von Glower who had taken the risk she couldn't bring herself to take. A bigger risk too given the fact that Gabriel was known to be a ruthless womanizer and, though a night person, preferred a juicy steak to human prey.
Her gaze was drawn to the mysteriously smiling lady on the fresco before her. A chill ran down her spine and caused her to shiver. Tearing her eyes from the fresco she felt as if that smile was following her as she lept to her feet. As she made her way back to the castle she wondered what an ancient fresco could have anything to do with her case, a thought she dismissed quickly. This wasn't a Christian mystery, this was a flesh and blood case she had to solve. A case that involved far too much of both for comfort.
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Light....the light of a dimly lit lamp....made his eyelids shiver until they finally opened to reveal very little of his surroundings. He was lying on a bed, covered up to his neck with a red, woolen blanket which did little to keep out the chilling night's air. On his right side he could see a little lamp covered with a newspaper to dim the light and a pitcher containing water next to a matching glass. Forcing his head to turn to his left he beheld a sight that warmed his heart just as much as it filled him with a strange longing. Seated in a winged armchair there was Friedrich, himself barely covered with a blue blanket. A book had dropped to his feet, Gabriel barely made out the title. ".....a....Blake....Backlash mystery..." he read, his heart leaping with joy for he knew which book this was if anything.
"Fr-...Friedrich...." he whispered through parched lips.
It was barely audible but he knew that he'd hear him and so he did. Friedrich's head jerked up at his name and only an instant later he was close to his chosen one.
"Mein Alles, I'm so happy to see that you're awake." he whispered while clasping Gabriel's left hand with both of his own.
"W-w-a....water...." Gabriel requested, barely returning his friend's squeeze.
Friedrich reached over his friend and got both the glass and the pitcher to offer relief to his beloved. As he made an attempt to let go of his hand to steady the glass Gabriel's hold intensified, his green eyes imploring him with a feverish gleam. "Not....leave..." he rasped and as he felt the Baron's right hand stroking his long hair lovingly he settled down. Friedrich brought the glass to his lips and allowed him a few sips of the cold water. His hand soon resumed to stroke back his friend's reddish brown hair.
"Könnt ich nur ertragen, was du jetzt erleiden musst, mein Seele!" Friedrich murmured as he watched his truest love drift back to sleep. The Gift was harder on Gabriel because he had been fighting it for so long and now that it had taken hold of him it nearly wore him out. His fever was still intense but he had high hopes that Gabriel would be his old genial self again once this time of trials and losses had passed. While still holding his angel's hand he continued to peruse Gabriel's writing, to him it was like a look into his lover's mind and past, something that would make it easier to understand him. In time, he knew, Gabriel would give up his resistance and then a whole new life awaited them. Together. United. Immortal.
To be continued
Pairing: Gabriel Knight/Baron Friedrich von Glower
Time Frame: GK2, the final chase....and beyond
Characters: Canon for the most part
None of GK's original characters or stories belong to me, all hail Jane Jensen!
Fires both sacred and profane - Chapter six
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light.
(Lord Byron)
The night air was cool and refreshing but it did little to ease Gabriel's mind. Oh, he had been taken by surprise several times and occasionally the effect had been pleasant but this was nothing like any of his many experiences with women. How ironic that not even the legendary charm of the Knights would get him out of this one. But do I want to get out of it? Why had that question come up in the first place, he tried to reason with himself. This wasn't the first time that a guy mistook the almost sacrosanct status of his hair for, well, that kind of thing. Usually he'd just laugh his way out of it, since when was taking care of your hair passé anyway? This was different, this wasn't just a misunderstanding but a clash of passions, light and darkness, redemption and damnation. For a moment he considered to just drive back home, resume his Schattenjäger work and forget.
The moon gave him his answer, he felt it immediately after entering the little clearing behind the lodge. It felt like his inners were consumed by fire, his blood boiling higher with every beat of his frantic heart..... Cold sweat was dripping down his face when the pain began. Bracing himself to face the inevitable his clammy fingers snatched the air where the talisman used to be....an instinct that he'd never lose. It demanded all he had held dear, it clutched at his flesh like a rabid tiger....fire seethed through his veins, it made him howl in agony as his body hit the damp, cold soil. Quivering and moaning he felt his own blood running down his arm from the cut on his hand......scarlet red it glistened in the moonlight, taunting him, wanting him, seducing him with icy clutches. A flash of ice ripped through his body before his world went dark red and black.........pitch black and blood red until he began to make out smells....shapes and the riveting scent of blood.
He'd never remember whether or not he had heard the creature creeping up to him. Pitch black with eyes like a mix of emeralds and sapphires it weighed him down and stared at him with a mysterious merge of anger and something else until his world turned as black as the wolf's fur. The smell of damp soil, leaves and the night rocked him to sleep and the pain subsided... The creature's grip lost its force and almost grew tender.....as tender as the kiss of a spider, Gabriel thought, before the darkness consumed him completely.
____________________________________________________________________________________
The cold night's air was refreshing after spending hours in Gabriel's bedroom without finding any rest at all. She had taken out every book in the library to dust it off and put it back again at least twice without finding a title to hold her interest long enough to escape for at least some time. Letting forth a sigh she dropped the last book on the nightstand and got up to put it back. "The Book Of Werewolves - being an account of a terrible superstition" by Sabine Baring Gould had not kept the promise of its title, if anything it made her feel worse about the whole situation.
Published in 1865 it was an outdated if stuffy take on the legend but it did provide her with a clue to check out once she had finished fixing up her laptop with a working Internet connection. A whole website on Werewolf lore and legends from Germany, she couldn't believe her luck. http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/werewolf.html she wrote on her notepad and pinned it to her bedroom door.
Curiosity was eating at her as she walked past the village to the spot where she usually found solace and peace. Close to the looming woods there was a little lake with an ancient stone bench at the shore which faced a little medieval chapel. The chapel itself was in poor shape, only the once gloriously colorful fresco of Christ carrying his cross betrayed its former splendour. Behind the savior were three women with halos over their heads, one was dressed in blue and red, a typical Marian depiction, another was clad in green and brown and carried a piece of white cloth with Christ's face imprinted on it.......Veronica, Grace thought, never quite sure what to think of such depictions of women. But it was the third woman which fascinated her. Dressed in bold scarlet and black her face was shining and didn't bear tear stains, her long, blond ringlets were barely hidden by the silver veil she had draped over her head. A radiant smiled graced her pretty face, a smile that seemed so awfully out of place given the situation....
Grace sat down on the bench and closed her eyes to inhale the fresh air from the lake. He was mine for the taking, she thought bitterly as she felt a gentle breeze cooling her head. Mine to love and to hold on to....what kept me from it? Pride and insecurity were the nasty answers she came up with. Always too late to recognize the truth, always hesitating, never ready to take a risk until someone else did. First the hauntingly beautiful Malia Gedde with her dark secret and now......now it was the nonchalant, majestic and handsome Baron Friedrich von Glower who had taken the risk she couldn't bring herself to take. A bigger risk too given the fact that Gabriel was known to be a ruthless womanizer and, though a night person, preferred a juicy steak to human prey.
Her gaze was drawn to the mysteriously smiling lady on the fresco before her. A chill ran down her spine and caused her to shiver. Tearing her eyes from the fresco she felt as if that smile was following her as she lept to her feet. As she made her way back to the castle she wondered what an ancient fresco could have anything to do with her case, a thought she dismissed quickly. This wasn't a Christian mystery, this was a flesh and blood case she had to solve. A case that involved far too much of both for comfort.
____________________________________________________________________________________
Light....the light of a dimly lit lamp....made his eyelids shiver until they finally opened to reveal very little of his surroundings. He was lying on a bed, covered up to his neck with a red, woolen blanket which did little to keep out the chilling night's air. On his right side he could see a little lamp covered with a newspaper to dim the light and a pitcher containing water next to a matching glass. Forcing his head to turn to his left he beheld a sight that warmed his heart just as much as it filled him with a strange longing. Seated in a winged armchair there was Friedrich, himself barely covered with a blue blanket. A book had dropped to his feet, Gabriel barely made out the title. ".....a....Blake....Backlash mystery..." he read, his heart leaping with joy for he knew which book this was if anything.
"Fr-...Friedrich...." he whispered through parched lips.
It was barely audible but he knew that he'd hear him and so he did. Friedrich's head jerked up at his name and only an instant later he was close to his chosen one.
"Mein Alles, I'm so happy to see that you're awake." he whispered while clasping Gabriel's left hand with both of his own.
"W-w-a....water...." Gabriel requested, barely returning his friend's squeeze.
Friedrich reached over his friend and got both the glass and the pitcher to offer relief to his beloved. As he made an attempt to let go of his hand to steady the glass Gabriel's hold intensified, his green eyes imploring him with a feverish gleam. "Not....leave..." he rasped and as he felt the Baron's right hand stroking his long hair lovingly he settled down. Friedrich brought the glass to his lips and allowed him a few sips of the cold water. His hand soon resumed to stroke back his friend's reddish brown hair.
"Könnt ich nur ertragen, was du jetzt erleiden musst, mein Seele!" Friedrich murmured as he watched his truest love drift back to sleep. The Gift was harder on Gabriel because he had been fighting it for so long and now that it had taken hold of him it nearly wore him out. His fever was still intense but he had high hopes that Gabriel would be his old genial self again once this time of trials and losses had passed. While still holding his angel's hand he continued to peruse Gabriel's writing, to him it was like a look into his lover's mind and past, something that would make it easier to understand him. In time, he knew, Gabriel would give up his resistance and then a whole new life awaited them. Together. United. Immortal.
To be continued