REC: VAMPIRE 'VERSE by CAZMALFOY

[itoshii-chan.livejournal.com]

=====================================================================
Title: Vampire'Verse
Author: cazmalfoy
Genre: AU, Cross-over, Action, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Dark, Mystery, Romance, Smut, Anti-Gwen, Ianto-centric, Jack-centric
Rating: R / NC-17
Other/Implied Pairings: implied: Rhys/Gwen, Jack/Owen, Ianto/10, Jack/10, Ianto/OMC, vague implications of Jack/OCs
Length: One-shot, Series
Word Count: TBC
Warnings: character death, Dark, Violence, blood & gore
_________________________________________________________________________________________

Title: Blood Lust
Genre: AU, Cross-over, Action, Drama, Dark, Mystery, Romance, Smut, Anti-Gwen
Other/Implied Pairings: implied: Rhys/Gwen, Jack/Owen, Ianto/10, Jack/10
Summary: He prowled the streets every night. Wearing a long dark coat, blending into his surroundings perfectly as he studied the people that passed him.
Status: COMPLETE
Word Count: ~ 2,717
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Another awesome fic to add to the vampire!Ianto tag collection! *smirks* And another plus point... Owen following Ianto's orders! *gleeful*

~*~*~*~*~

He prowled the streets every night. Wearing a long dark coat, blending into his surroundings perfectly as he studied the people that passed him. Occasionally, he would pause, tilting his head to the side as he studied something unseen to others, before continuing on his way.

Periodically he would be joined by another man; around the same height and build as himself. They never spoke to each other. They simply walked down the street side-by-side, close enough to touch but never actually making any contact.

A young man ducked around the corner and the two men shared a glance, silently answering an unasked question, before they too turned the corner, following him... He turned the corner again and found himself facing... a dead end. He was trapped. There was nowhere for him to go.

~*~*~*~*~

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Title: Overdue Reunion
Genre: AU, Cross-over, Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Jack-centric
Other/Implied Pairings: implied past Ianto/OMC, vague implications of Jack/OCs
Summary: During the London Blitz, Jack Harkness meets Ianto Jones in a bar, unaware of how much his life is going to change.
Status: COMPLETE
Word Count: ~ 2,098
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Sequel of Blood Lust. Rather than following where "Blood Lust" leaves off, this is the back-story and it takes place in 1941.

~*~*~*~*~

Ianto stood on the hill, watching as the planes flew overhead, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his long coat swirling around him in the cold January wind... His blue eyes... searching for one plane in particular...

“Did you take him?” the Doctor asked suddenly...

Ianto nodded his head. “It’s him,” he stated.

The older man turned to face him, a look of surprise on his face. “He died, Ianto.”

Ianto rolled his eyes. “I know that,” he snapped, anger flashing across his eyes. “I was there. The bastard killed me as well... But I can’t help the way I feel... and... I’m certain I’m right, Doctor...”

“Souls aren’t reincarnated, Ianto,” he whispered. “He died. This man you’ve taken a liking to isn’t him – no matter how much you want him to be.”

~*~*~*~*~

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Title: Thirst For Revenge
Genre: AU, Cross-over, Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Ianto-centric
Other/Implied Pairings: Ianto/OMC, 10/Ianto~ish
Summary: Why me? He should have been the one you saved. He was the one worth saving! Tell me why I’m so special that you couldn’t let me die with him!
Status: COMPLETE
Word Count: ~ 1,701
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Sequel of Overdue Reunion. This continues the format of this series since it's another back-story, but takes place much further in the past, before Jack even comes into the picture.

~*~*~*~*~

A cold wind blew through the yard, swirling around him and whipping his long coat around his legs. There was a full moon and somewhere in the distance a dog howled loudly, its lone voice floating on the silent night air.

Ianto stood as still as a statue, staring down at the gravestone in front of him. In the previous thirty hours so much had changed about the young man; his demeanour, attitude and his mortality.

Gunshots and pain flooded his memory and he closed his eyes, turning away from the headstone and trying to block out the pain. He didn’t remember much about the events leading up to his death, mostly feelings; fear, anger and then hatred.

~*~*~*~*~

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------