Unholy Matrimony

Unholy Matrimony

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters.

Summary: Two houses of the undead are joined and that is when everything, including the bedroom, goes straight to Hell. All of this will take place in an alternate universe. There will be lots and lots of boy love, language, and bloody violence for everyone to enjoy.

Prologue

It’s not easy being a Crown Prince of Darkness, especially when your date just spat holy water in your face. Of course, it burns like a Hell Bitch who is having her monthly pyroclastic flow.

“You deceitful little whore!” Nicholas hissed like a demonic hound that was shredding expensive silk weaved by Satan herself.

“Me?’ The handsome blonde barked, slowly backing away from the raging dark headed demon. “You’re the fucking vampire.”

The marble white flesh on his face was burned right down to reveal milky white bone, and was rapidly healing. Oh, he was pissed.

“I’m going to rip out your throat and slap you cross-eyed with it!” He roared like a howling wind, launching himself at the hunter. “I’ll teach you to play games with a boy’s heart!”

The blonde yelped, falling flat on his back with the vampire snarling on top of him. He was pinned ever so tightly and he was not going anywhere. All he could do was struggle by kicking his legs.

“That was so fucking rude!” Nick snapped, squeezing the hunter’s wrists, making him squirm under him like a yummy looking worm on a silver hook. “I was only going to kiss you, Whitney.”

He gazed down into those angry and very frightened blue eyes.

“Get off me!” Whitney yelled, bucking his hips under him, trying to throw him off.

“Make me,” Nick cooed like a seductive whiff of roses. His eyes were burning like cerulean gems within his moon white face that was now only slightly pink. His long hair had fallen down around his face like feather soft curls of smoky darkness.

“I’ll soak your cock in holy water!” Whitney cried, biting his bottom lip in pain.

“Oh, do shut your face,” Nick sniffed in disdain, smacking him with the back of his milky white hand. “I do so hate a screaming meal.”

“So, you were just stringing me along, huh?” Whitney asked, suddenly kneeing him in the groin, pushing him off with a growl.

“Oh, and you weren’t doing the same?” Nick screeched, jumping up to crouch on the ceiling, looming down at him with venomous blue eyes. “You’re nothing but a sneaky, dirty, lowlife, underhanded, rat bastard!”

“Fuck you!” Whitney yelled, giving him the middle finger.

“Not now!” Nick snarled, laughing as he shook his head. “You hurt my feelings and my beautiful face. I was going to send you to Heaven with a drooling grin on your face, but…I think I shall send you to Hell with a never ending boner for the rest of eternity!”

Whitney pulled out a gun that was loaded with silver bullets that bad been blessed in holy water. They might not kill the fanged asshole, but they would certainly slow him down. Not to mention, they would hurt like a bitch.

“I’m so sick of men!” Nick hissed, dodging the first shot. “You’re all the same! You’re just a bunch of stinking animals!”

“Yep,” Whitney said, firing off three more shots at him, cursing with each miss. “We’re such horrible creatures.”

Nick rolled his eyes, jumping down, picking up a table, and launching it at his face. “And to think I actually liked you!”

Whitney jumped to the floor, rolling to the side, and firing a round right into his gut. He hooted in triumph.

Nick gasped in pain, grabbing his burning stomach, and stumbling back a few steps in shock. He fell to his knees, howling in pain.

“Now,” Whitney said, aiming right at his head. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t splatter your face all over this pretty white carpet.”

Nick trembled in pain and didn’t blink when the blonde’s face was suddenly smashed between two very large hands in a bloody squish of bone and brain matter. The body fell to the floor, twitching in its mess.

“You’re such an idiot,” a deep voice rumbled like distant thunder.

“I’m sorry, Vincent,” he said, looking up at his extremely tall, and very muscular brother. He held up his blood soaked white hands, dropping the holy bullet he had been digging out of his now healing stomach. “Ouch…”

“Come here,” Vincent said, stepping over the still body, and gently picking him up in his arms. “I’ll get someone to clean this crap up.”

Nick put his arms around his handsome brother’s corded neck, resting his healed face against his marble hard chest. “I’m really sorry…”

“I know,” Vincent sighed, carrying him from the destroyed hotel room. “Mommy Dearest is going to be so pissed.”

“I had to get away from there,” he said, sniffing how good he smelled. “Cerulean House was smothering me.”

“You’re such an idiot,” Vincent said, carrying him up the stairwell to the roof. “The sun will be rising very soon.”

“This little incident is going to give me day-mares,” he whispered, clutching him tighter. “Can I sleep with you?”

Vincent rolled his eyes. “Have I ever turned you away?”

“I have to ask,” he smiled, squeezing him tight.

Vincent carried him out onto the roof and took to the starry sky. They moved like a blur of darkness in the silver studded sky.

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Queen Lydia of House Cerulean was not happy. Oh, no, not one little bit. Her little baby boo was almost taken out by them pesky ass hunter again. She was so going to learn them a lesson they would never forget. In fact, they weren’t going to live long enough to learn what lesson she was going to learn them.

“They should all be hanged and drained at the same time,” she said, smacking the hellhound with her rolled up magazine. It had tried to pee on her throne of bones again. It was actually constructed from the many bones of all her enemies and then some.

“You are the Crown Prince of House Cerulean,” she said, fighting to stay calm. She wanted to glide from her high dais, take him in her spider webbed silk covered arms, hug him, and squeeze him ever so tightly. “But, you are to be joined soon. These little escapades of yours will have to stop.”

“But, why does it have to be me?” He hissed, pointing at Vincent. “He’s older!”

“Hey now,” Vincent said, holding up his large hands. “Does it look like I want to sit on that boney thing all day…all night? No. Plus, I don’t have the right eye color to be Crown Prince.”

“I’ll get you some fucking contact lenses,” Nick grinned with deadly white fangs. “They’ve been all the rage for decades.”

“The Crown Prince of House Crimson will be here at sundown,” she told the two of them. “And I want the two of you to be on your best behavior.”

“I’m not doing this!” Nick yelled, stomping his sharp booted heel. “I don’t have to!”

“Oh, but my milky white bunny,” she cooed, smiling with her blood red lips. “He is so handsome and very powerful. I know how you like your boys. If it were not for these two factors…and the fact that he is the Prince of House Crimson, I would have let Snizzy Bear chow down on their servant.”

“What’s his name?” Nick sighed, folding his arms across his chest in an annoyed huff.

“Kal,” she said, grinning from pointy ear to pointy ear. “Such a strong name, don’t you think?”

Nick snorted, looking away with a mutter. “I bet I could slash him to pieces in one swipe.”

“Save it for the honeymoon,” Lydia giggled, smacking the bad hell-puppy again. It had its paw tangled up in her long crimson locks.

Vincent snorted in amusement.

“Shut up!” They both yelled in perfect unison, making him jump back. They were so much alike it was scary. “This isn’t funny!”

“Um, come on,” he said, holding out his hand for Nick to take. “This might be the last time you’ll get to sleep in my coffin.”

Nick blinked. “I sleep where I like. He can’t stop me from resting with my own brother.”

Lydia giggled. “He will be your consort and your equal, Nicky.”

Nicholas glared. “My equal? Well, we’ll see about that.”

She watched them leave the glittering hall and closed her deep cerulean eyes. She was so pissed. Her baby could have been killed. She was so thankful that Vincent never lets him out of his sight.

She quickly calmed herself down. It was time to rest. She would pay the hunters a little visit later on.

“Bella!” She screeched in a demonic shriek that sent hellhounds running for the blazing abyss. “You know what to do!”

Her silent handmaiden who had been in the shadows all this time bowed and vanished. The wind howled with the wings of a million lost souls. When the Queen has bidding, the bitches run to bid it out to the masses.

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“Are you sure you really want to do this?” A gorgeous blonde vampire asked with big blue eyes. “I mean…what about Alexander? Won’t he be hurt?”

Blazing crimson eyes turned on her like twin flaming suns. That shut her mouth.

“He never cared about me,” he whispered, sliding his large golden feet into his black leather boots. “All he cares about is wealth and power.”

“Why did you agree to do this, Kal?” She asked, turning away from the large oval mirror she was looking in.

“Why am I doing this?” He asked with a wicked look on his handsome golden face, giving her a fanged smile. “I’m doing this to hurt him, of course. I’m going to make him realize what he’s missing out on. I’m going to make him miss me.”

She cocked her head to the side and he stood up in all his immortal sexiness.

“He could have had all this,” he said, showing himself off like a wonderful prize given out by Satan. “But, he chose…something a lot less warm, Chloe.”

“What happens if he wants you back?” She asked. “What if he changes his ways? This marriage is binding for all eternity.”

“Accidents happen,” he said, shrugging, striking a pose of horror. “What do you mean his coffin was accidentally opened up in broad daylight? What do you mean this gun was loaded with a holy bullet? How on earth did that stake get there? Who on earth would strangle him with a pair of panties blessed by Jesus?”

Chloe snorted. “Well, I’m sure one of those would work…”

“Come on,” he said, heading for the door with a grim look on his face. “Let’s go make my parents proud.”

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“What’s the matter?” Vincent asked, opening his eyes in the darkness. “Stay still for crying out loud. I was comfortable.”

“I’m sorry!” Nick hissed, pressing his face against his brother’s neck. “It just feels like someone has launched a nuke at my coffin.”

“You really are an idiot.” He said, yawning again. “Now, shut up, and go to sleep. You’ll want to look your most radiant for your soon to be hubby.”

Nick snickered. “I’ll show him my most radiant.”

He howled with wicked laughter from within the dark coffin. “I’ll show him just how hellishly radiant I can truly be.”

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“What?” Chloe managed to ask without snorting as she covered her gaping mouth with her hand. “What was that? Did you trip over your own coffin?”

“Nothing,” Kal grumbled, picking himself up off the ground. Thank the Darkness his parents had not seen that. They would have died from shame. “I hate wearing shoes.”

She glided around the deep crack in the marble work.

“Come on,” she said, taking him by the hand. “You need to get your sleep. The sun will be up any minute now.”

He let her lead him by the hand. “I hate this…”

“But think of the look on Lex’s face,” she giggled.

That made him smile. He was going to make that bald vampire suffer.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.