Trinity Blood ficlet

[kelles]

Well - I should be working but I'm not.  I had to get this done while I was still motivated. I really wanted to trash it and not submit anything for fictionhaven 's challenge this month. I'm going to read it at home and submit it before midnight unless I change my mind. 

I'm putting the summary under the cut because it contains spoilers for episode 18-19 of Trinity Blood.

The theme for this month's challange is addiction. This is my sixth try so I hope this doesn't suck. Set in the series of Trinity Blood. Ion & Esther are trapped in a cell and for reasons I don't entirely understand (episode has not been translated yet) Ion is having problems controlling his bloodlust. Not sure if he lost blood or if it is something that happened with Demetrius (think that's the guy's name). This is edited though I'm going to edit one more time before submitting.  My first Trinity Blood story and is from Ion's POV.  The icon I'm using is Ion & Esther. There is no smut/sex in this one. That must be a first for me.  Rated PG-13/Teen for disturbing imagergy and blood fantasies. By the way my icon - it is Esther & Ion.

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Ion knew that his control was slipping away with each moment that passed, still he struggled to keep it. He would rather die than become a monster. He hated that the Demetrius had been right but he could not deny the truth. He was going insane and there was no one here to stop him, except for her. Esther.

Ion glanced at her for a moment and listened to her voice. Even now, Esther calmed him. He wasn’t sure if it was her beauty or her voice but it didn’t really matter. For now, he would focus on that feeling until the end. But, his hunger grew. No, he thought, I will not hurt her. I can’t. I won’t. All that Ion had left now were his good intentions. He only hoped that they would be enough.

The pain. The agonizing pain from his hunger was consuming him now. His eyes drifted to her Esther’s neck and he hated himself for what he was thinking, what he was seeing. Her skin was so delicate, so soft, and so tempting. How easy would it be to take Esther in his arms, bite her precious skin, and drink from her? Would he be able to stop after a few moments or would he drink every last drop of her blood? He knew the answer to that in his heart and he it made him hate what he was even more. No, I won’t, he told himself but even it sounded like an empty promise even to him. He did not know how much longer he could resist the scent of her blood. It was so much more than food. He wanted to taste her strength, her purity, her virtue.

Every second that passed, Ion hated himself more. How could he want to harm the woman that he wanted by his side? I am a monster, he thought, and I deserve to die. As Ion felt the last of his will slipping away, he screamed at Esther. "Kill me! You must kill me. I do not know how much longer I can control myself."

Esther remained calm. "I can’t kill you, Ion. I won’t."

"You must. I can’t resist any longer, please Esther." Ion screamed. He had moments left, only moments.

"Then, drink my blood." Esther said and pulled her hair away from her neck, offering it to Ion.

She was offering him everything he wanted, that he had been thinking about. It would feel so wonderful to have her warm liquid inside of his body. How could he say no? Ion moved his mouth closer to her neck. When he opened his mouth to bite her, Ion froze. He could not do this to Esther, not to her. As much as his body ached to taste her blood, his heart would not let him. He would rather die than harm her.

And yet he knew in his heart that she would not kill him. There was only one way her life could be save and it was up to him. He had to protect Esther from himself.

Ion grabbed Esther’s sword. He had to do it before it was too late. Ion plunged the sword into his chest, or he thought he did. What happened? He was holding the sword in his hand. Esther did not have it. Why am I still alive? When Ion heard the Father Abel’s voice, he knew why. The goofy priest had saved him again.

Ion couldn’t help but smile when he looked at the priest. He never thought that he would be an ally of a Kreznic. He bet that Esther never thought she would care for a vampire but she did. Ion took the glass of blood that Abel brought and sighed. Slowly he felt himself returning to normal. Ion still hated how his bloodthirst had almost made him do awful things. He shivered when he thought about what could have happened, if Abel had not come.

As they were walking to fight the enemy, Ion thought about all the things that Esther said when they were in the cell. Why did it make him feel so funny inside? He only hoped that when the fighting was over she keep her promise to remain his side forever.