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"Chase" Henry/Abraham, a century

Warning: Maybe seem dub-conish, but I don't think it is.

Henry/Abraham, a century of flight and pursuit.

Terrible Maybe: This, I'm sleepy and I'm not entirely happy with this, it's somewhat jarring but as is, it's somewhat A Fic, I could keep this post around as it, but I will be cheap enough to recycle bits of it into (hopefully) better fics later on!

Chase

The world changed till it could not be recognized, till it had no need of him, but Henry always did. It did not matter that he had already belonged to Henry for years and years and years, or that he was still plain - Henry wanted him still, and happily indulged him, spoilt him really. The one thing that Henry would never do for Abraham, was let go.

Sometimes, when they were in the cities that Henry preferred, claustrophobia would rise up and fill Abraham's throat till he choked. He could bear no one's company then, not even Henry's, not especially Henry. Henry was too much. Overwhelmed, he would feel as though he was still new, a century smaller, no match at all for Henry's wants of him, he fears that he would be consumed by his lover's desires and designs - till there was nothing left that would still be him.

He always felt conflicted when he found signs of Henry following him when he had hurried off to take a leave alone. His heart goes wild within his chest and he felt like prey.  Time after time Abraham would start to run, lead his maker, his master, on a chase through America, Europe, through the entire world.  He would strain to break free, yet long to be caught.  

Abraham sailed across the seas, unafraid and finding peace in the beauty of her turbulent storms.  The loud thunder that shook him to the bone, the blinding flash of lighting that heralded its boom.  He slept on the deck when it rained, when surging waves would reach up and grasp and tug at his lone ship, promising to pull him under.  He flirts, for his heart was gladdened when he saw shore again.

He was the watcher now, some nights, speedily and stealthily circling a city brimming with distracting people, watching Henry's head turn at the center of the crowd, trying to sniff him out.  He leapt across roottops and chasms, scaled walls and cliffs, eluding his pursuer by a hair's breath.  He could put up a fight too, break free of holds as he had been taught, push his pursuer back across a forest clearing, run again as fractured bones heal as rapidly as they had been broken - he was powerful.

He was desired, kissed sweetly when Henry wins, and it was alright,to surrender to Henry as he would never surrender to anyone else.  Henry had his permission.

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Reblogging: please do not repost this fic (what's under the read more cut)

AN: I was editing "Persephone" to add some thing to the following lines, "But he was loved / And he was in love / So he always comes bacK", still not sure if I should have left it alone, but then I had two paragraphs break off and became Henry chasing Abraham, a different direction and a separate fic was born.

...and listen to this song:

B4-4 - "Ball & Chain"

I just want to be your ball and chain  Wrapped around your finger  Locked up, tie me down  Follow you forever  Never let you get away  Holding on like a ball and chain  (Boy, be my ball and chain  Yo it's gotta be right)  I never wanted to stay  In one place too long  On no, not me, I didn't want to be  A victim of that fatal touch  When you want someone too much - but  You, you'll be the end of me  And I don't want to run anymore  (( chorus ))  I just want to be your ball and chain  Wrapped around your finger  Locked up, tie me down  Follow you forever  Never let you get away  Holding on like a ball and chain  I tried my best to avoid  Making promises  Oh no, not me, I didn't want to  Be a prisoner of that tender trap  When there's no turning back - but  You, you got me on my knees  And I won't be afraid anymore  (( chorus ))  (( rap ))  Uh, what...  I know it's been some time  Confine - to be alone  But now I know I've found the one  It's gotta be this love jones  You know that I get open when you rub on my back  The goosebumps and the chills must be proof of that  'Cause I'm feelin'  When you dealin'  All the knowledge you've got  About makin' it good  When you're touchin' my spots  I got - lots of luvin' when we bubblin' right  I look forward to the time when the day turns night  Yo I say meet at the crib at a quarter to nine  And at that time what do I find?  (And I won't be afraid anymore)  The sight of you be wantin' me  Just hauntin' my fight  Boy, be my ball and chain  Yo it's gotta be right  I can't believe I'm holding on... ---

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100 Words ALVH (bookverse) - Facial Expressions - letter A

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100 Words for Facial Expressions gekked from aneira-hailey.  Henry Sturges borrowed from Seth Grahame-Smith.

100 Expressions - A (Absent, Agonized, Alluring, Appealing)

"A"

1. Absent: Since the death of Taddie, Robert became increasingly alarmed with the frequent absence of recognition on his mother's face.  Too often Mary would gaze off at a faraway place, and then looked surprised at rediscovering Robert's grown state.

2. Agonized: The agonized President descended from the vintage point on shaky long legs, his sloping top hat hiding his eyes in the shadow of its brim, but not his tears.

3. Alluring: With his new sight, in the flickers of fire light, Abraham could see the sharp shape of Henry's teeth within his cheek wide grin.  The irrational allure of it would have weakened his knees, were it not for the grounding effect of civilian screams, high in the loft above carnage.

4. Appealing: Bent and asymmetrical, the face of the young man on Henry's bed became indescribably appealing as it animated expressively the feelings of his intense dreams.  With an interest he had not felt for a century, Henry tended to Abraham carefully and watched his condition closely.  He noted and cooled the rise of a fever with a night's changes of wet facecloths.  He propped Abraham up on pillows and slowly fed the unconscious boy beef tea.  He indulged in justifiable liberties, taking pleasures from the warmth of Abraham's body as he checked for hardening bruises.  Nothing in so long had mattered this much, and Henry knew, that when Abraham wakes, his whole life would change.

ETA: Sequel: 100 Expressions - B

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Bribery (Henry/Abraham, vamp!Abraham, ANGST)

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vamped!Abraham, ANGST! non-sexual bondage.  ANGST 409 words of angst.

Bribery

Henry had been feeding Abraham from his own veins every night, and slowly, Abraham grew stronger.  The world that Abraham had woke to was pitch black, and he feared that it would always be dark, but in a month's time he was finally strong enough to pull at his bonds.  Unbeknownst to Henry, the lengths of cloth that kept Abraham tethered to the bed had begun to give against his recovering strength.

It would be difficult, for Abraham had little sense of balance in addition to his lack of sight, and he knew that sunlight would pain a fledging vampire but it would not end his misery.  If he could fashion some sort of guillotine... 

Or how long would it take, for a vampire to starve to its end?

He was hungry again, and Henry would return again, to keep Abraham where he was, helpless and pained on this damned earth.

When the deliberate steps sounded their way down the stairs, Abraham laid down, as still as stone upon his slope of pillows.  His struggle to sit up fully had likely left his wrists bruised within unyielding leather cuffs, but the tethers had gave an inch, he could feel it.

Yet the small victory had a high cost, the night-long exertions against his bonds and his own weight, had left Abraham meek and without any fight.  When Henry pressed his bloody wrist between Abraham's lips, Abraham drank.  The hand on his head was unnecessary, Abraham drank and drank as Henry stroked his hair, till the sharp, sour pain in his stomach had dulled.  Wrenching back his senses, Abraham pulled back and turned from his maker, his useless eyes tightly closed as Henry's fingers gently dabbed the tears off his face.  Upstairs, there was probably a poor soul that would soon be dinner, to replenish for Henry what Abraham had took, it matters not that Henry had hid this from him, he knows.

Henry was holding one of his hands now, his voice heavy with disapproval, "You would heal faster if you stop injuring yourself so."  Abraham ignored him.

To his confusion, as Henry started rubbing ointment on his wrists, he could hear the creak of the door being pushed wider, and smell something that he knew not to be human, but familiar.  Then beside them, the bed depressed, and a familar furry weight crawled onto his chest and licked at his face, mewling mournfully at his poor state.

"Tabby?"

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*Tabby: Was one of Lincoln's cats, was sitting next to Lincoln at a white house dinner while Lincoln was feeding it with a golden spoon!  Chances are that Tabby was still alive when Lincoln died, irl probably given to a friend.

Thoughts? Ask.  I would really like to know if I have accidental into wangst yet.  Srsly though, this fic came straight from the Fridge (as a public service, I'm not going to link to TV Tropes and I would advise you to read one page, and not follow any links, if you do go there).  See, when Henry was vamped by Dr.Crowley, he was mortally wounded, but still alive, bleeding, circulation system in swing.  Abraham was dead when Henry brought him back, I think it was more than a week too, though Henry could have done something to make the body keep - it was April and it was cold.  With Henry, his body was the shattered part, torso and limbs.  Abraham was shot in the head! The physician on the scene noted that the bullet was lodged behind the president's eye, and he was unable to breathe because of a bloodclot before that was removed, buying him another 9 hours in life.

So Abraham is going to take a lot longer than Henry to be up and running, and note, that even if the circumstances had been more ideal, it took Booth two days to finish his transformation, 'the worst, and last sickness of his life', for Henry who was all smashed up by Dr.Crowley, longer than that.  For Abraham who was shot in the head then DIED, even longer!  ...and optic nerves would probably a long while to grow back right, the eyes are just, delicate.  ...and his balance would totally be off because I think the bullet probably damaged his ears going in.

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