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Accident

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The room was chilly, the tiles lifeless and uninviting. The lights were equally without emotion and only served their purpose in the room, nothing more. One man pulled down a latex glove over his hand and joined his coworker before the prone body on the table before them.

"You see here? This looks like it had to have been done by a human being, by the position of the wounds, but the wounds themselves are reminiscent of an animal or…" He didn't finish his sentence as the two observed the corpse, not knowing what could possibly be said. The body was that of a male, thirty eight years of age, five feet and ten inches tall. He had little body fat and was lean and trim in form. The morticians would have been looking at a very healthy man if it weren't for the incredible gashes and tears going along the flesh, right through into the muscle and bone in some cases. The man seriously looked as though he'd been mauled, a long tear going through his stomach allowing his intestines to spill out. Another slash graced his throat and collar region, revealing much of his badly damaged wind pipe. The slashes were in parallel groups of four and five looking frighteningly more telling of the strike of a human hand rather than an animal attack. The men began gently cutting around his clothing to get a better look.

"What temperature was the body when you found it?" One of the doctors asked the other. There was a pause, the inquired man's whole being stopping, his hands going still and his breathing becoming strained. His colleague looked at him. "Well?" He asked as his friend wiped the sweat from his brow.

"That's what was really bothering me about this." He admitted, eyeing the mutilated body before them. His friend gave him a look.

"The hell do you mean what was "really" bothering you?" He asked, alarm brewing in his deep voice. His friend shook his head and faced him.

"Bill…The temperature of the corpse when it was found would suggest that…it had been dead for quite some time. The wounds look fresh, the witness reported hearing two voices and sounds of a struggle at that specific time but…the temperature and the condition of the skin, the chemicals obviously present from the smell…This guy was dead during the attack, has been dead for days at least." He said, great effort going into keeping his voice even. His friend just looked at him for a moment, a plain discomfort growing between the two.

"Well. Don't you think we should go tell the officers reporting about this?" He said after a moment, not sure where to look, unable to behave calmly with this new information. His colleague nodded and the two bewildered men all but scampered from the room.

As soon as the door swung shut the corpse shot up, muttering indignantly.

"Thank GOD I thought they'd never go…" He complained, literally pulling himself together. He focused and a deep red glow emanated from his body, pieces pulling and fusing back together because of this strange energy. Once the man was in working condition again he swung his legs over the table and marched out of the morgue, never to return willingly.

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Vincent waited. A few stragglers were still snooping around, going through his things and laughing at the photos of him and his boyfriends.

"Come on…get lost already. Go bust some kids for smoking weed or eat some donuts or something…" He growled. Finally the officers began to leave, sauntering right past him in his hidden tactical position in the janitor's supply closet. He left and unlocked his own door, ducking past yellow police tape to properly enter his home. He stood there for a moment, annoyed and tired with his hand on his hips.

"Alright Franck. The coast is clear, come on out." Tucked away in the corner, the shadows quietly came alive and slid all across the ceiling before finding the walls and creeping down them. The dark mass materialized before him, the blackness shriveling away to reveal his youngest lover, shivering afraid and ashamed.

"I'm sorry Vincent…" He muttered lamely. Vincent shook his head down at the slender man, the younger's oily black hair disheveled and dry, his eyes droopy and truly dismayed. The larger man raised his hairy arms and wrapped them around the other, having no body heat to give but plenty of comfort.

"You didn't mean to, Franck. I know these things happen." He began as his young charge curled into his embrace, fitting the two of them together again. "But God damn it, Sebastian's coming home tomorrow and he'll have this to deal with!" Their number three, a handsome but equally pale man named Sebastian was away visiting his mother. He loved his two friends very deeply and was accustomed to the one's undead state and the other's ravenous familiar. Naturally Vincent and Franck loved him so they didn't want to inconvenience him like this.

"I suppose we're lucky it happened while he was away, you could have really hurt him or worse…"

"I know. It's difficult for Sebastian being the only normal one. I used to envy him but…" Franck's delicate voice dissipated, the dark room going quiet again until Vincent snorted.

"Sebastian's actually the least normal since he's able to live with and sex up a couple of freaks like us!" The two laughed for a moment before one of them finally got the sense to turn the lights on.
To me this actually DOES count as a non-con fic because Vincent and Franck were doing...what? They could have been doing anything and suddenly Franck transforms and goes ape shit. I've theorized before that Danger could be very closely tied to Franck's libido and that sexual stimulation COULD trigger his transformation XD imagine how inconvenient that would be!

Anyway, here's a gentle start to my new tradition! I tried to take some of llled's kind advice but it probably isn't TOO noticeable. Still, it helps, I can learn and Llled, God bless him he's alright, he was the only one willing to help and actually did!
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