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  Relationship:
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      Alive), Ava_(Only_Lovers_Left_Alive), Ian_(Only_Lovers_Left_Alive), Luke
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      Marlowe_(Only_Lovers_Left_Alive), Elsa_Pataky
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      Published: 2017-07-09 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3193
****** Even To The Edge Of Doom (Chris Hemsworth/Adam *Only Lovers Left Alive*)
******
by TheLokiPoki69
Summary
     Chris has seen him for years. The boy and his foster family, living
     next door to them. He's never said a word to him, has only seen him
     around and sometimes exchanges glances with him, but hardly knows
     anything about him, besides rumors.
     Rumors are, the boy and his family are all Vampires. But after years
     of never even saying a word to him, the boy shows up on the roof,
     right outside knocking bedroom window, wanting to be let inside. And
     he has no idea how quickly his life was about to change, as soon as
     he lets the boy inside.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm feeling a little down and I wanted to write this. If anyone's not
     happy about it, then whatever.
     The pictures are how I see them in the story, but sadly there are no
     photos of Adam looking younger but try to imagine them younger. But
     young Tilda Swinton isn't how Eve looked in the OLLA, obviously.
Chris
Adam
Eve
Ava
Ian
Christopher_Marlowe
 
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     Let me not to the marriage of true minds
     Admit impediments. Love is not love
     Which alters when it alteration finds,
     Or bends with the remover to remove:
     O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
     That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
     It is the star to every wandering bark,
     Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
     Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
     Within his bending sickle's compass come;
     Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
     But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
        If this be error and upon me proved,
        I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
     -William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116
 
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They moved to Michigan from Melbourne when Luke was 13, when Chris was 10, and
when Liam was only 6. It was strange. Different. Scary. Terrifying. Moving to
the states. He feared about what the people could be like here. If they would
be treated differently or ridiculed for being who that are. Even when he was
10, he worried about that.
Being the new kid at school is terrifying for anyone, that Chris knows for
sure. But it's especially scary if you hail from a different country. Oh how
kids can be cruel, another thing Chris knows. 
For the first 2 or 3 years, Chris has heard it all. His accent was obviously
made fun of. Called so many horribly thought out nicknames. But none of it
never bothered him really, those insults were so laughable. But they did get
rather annoying. 
He worried for his brothers all the time. Especially Liam, being that he was
the youngest. He hopes the world won't be cruel with him once he's older. Or
worse, forced into harsh reality at a young age.
Being stained and no longer seeing rainbows and beautiful things, only pain and
hurt. He worried about that with Luke, but Luke handles himself well. Chris
looks up to Luke. Chris doesn't worry that much about it with himself. He knows
it's bound to happen to everyone one way or another, so why live in ignorant
bliss? It gets you nowhere. 
He himself hasn't been tainted by anything, not yet, he still sees the beauty
in everything. Or at least tries to. They had to move because his parents
thought it could be a new adventure for them, moving to the states. But of all
the places in the US they could've moved to, they picked Howell, Michigan.
Population 9,489, last time he saw.
There's no doubt that Michigan is a beautiful state. Chris just continues to
ponder why they picked Michigan. Did they draw names from a hat or shoot a dart
at a US map and have it land there? He'll never know. But it is a beautiful
state. Peaceful. Calm. It took them all some time to get used to things.
 
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Chris was 14 when he met him. Adam. A year older than the blond, he thinks. He
never spoke to him, but word sure spread like wildfire when it came to him and
his family. 
Adam is a foster kid. The reason why, Chris doesn't know. But leave it to kids
and teenagers to ALWAYS get their stories straight. Adam isn't the only foster
child. It turns out it's him and his twin sister Eve, a younger girl named Ava,
and a boy named Ian. They were all taken in as foster kids by an older man, and
then later adopted by him.
Then he found out where Adam lives. Right next to Chris. Yep. They live right
next to each other, but have yet to say anything to each other since they moved
in. He heard he was originally living in Detroit almost an hour away, in a
deserted neighborhood. 
Then there were the Vampire rumors. Apparently the father is a Vampire and he
turned all the kids. Kept them in that neighborhood so no one could bother
them, or keep them from hurting anyone. Chris laughed when he heard that.
Although there were some things that didn't make it sound so crazy.
Like how Adam and Eve are always covered by umbrellas any time they're outside.
Wearing sunglasses almost all the time. They even looked like Vampires. Both
tall, Adam lean and Eve thin. Both extremely pale. Wild hair. Intense eyes.
He's had a couple brief moments where they were without their sunglasses. And
almost all of them wear black or dark colors, except for Ava.
But Chris shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. Even if it is in human nature
for us to all pre-judge each other before getting to know one another. But he's
always wondered about him. 
Chris is 17 now and Adam must be 18. He hardly ever talks to anyone, except for
his siblings or when he absolutely has to. He's heard his voice a few times, he
has a few classes with him. His voice is smooth, calming. He wonders what his
voice must've sounded like before hitting puberty.
He hardly ever smiles at anything or anyone. It's like he just has 'Fuck Off'
tattooed to his forehead. He's gotten picked on a lot over the years, and so
has his siblings. But they doesn't care what people think, and that makes Chris
smile a little sometimes. 
He's seen him more and more as the years went by. Seen him walking around more,
at public places more, he's even seen him a few times sitting on the bleachers
out on the football field with his siblings. He'd see them while at football
practice, or running laps, or if they went outside for gym class. He always
noticed that Adam would watch him. But whenever Chris would catch him, he'd
look away.
He'll admit it, Adam is attractive. Tall, lean muscled. Long black hair, blue
eyes, long legs, nice ass, delicate facial structure. He's beautiful. He's
heard he made first in the top 10 honors list at his last school, and that it's
the same here. The second one would be Eve. 
 
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Chris twirled his pencil as he listened to someone reading a passage from The
Lady of Shallot by Alfred Lord Tennyson. He was half paying attention, half
spaced out. 
When the person stopped reading, the teacher talked a little bit, dumbing down
the meaning behind the passage before looking around to pick someone else to
read. Then he pointed at the back and said "Adam. Finish for us, please."
Everyone turned and looked at him. He always sat in the very back of the
classrooms, away from everyone else. Chris sat a couple rows ahead, on the far
left. Adam hesitated at first, but nodded and leaned forward a little.
 
"In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
       Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
       The Lady of Shalott.
 
And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seër in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance—
With a glassy countenance
       Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
       The Lady of Shalott..."
 
Everyone had turned away from looking at him, all except Chris. Chris just
watched as he talked.
 
"Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right—
The leaves upon her falling light—
Thro' the noises of the night
       She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
       The Lady of Shalott.
 
Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darken'd wholly,
       Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
       The Lady of Shalott..."
 
He wonders how Adam is. Whether he's nice behind his 'Fuck Off' exterior, or
not. He knows he's not sociable, which isn't a bad thing. He never goes to
parties, dances, games, nothing. He only ever hangs out at home or with his
siblings. It must get lonely for him.
 
"Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
       Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
       The Lady of Shalott.
 
Who is this? and what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they cross'd themselves for fear,
       All the knights at Camelot:
But Lancelot mused a little space;
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
       The Lady of Shalott."
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay I know I haven't been on here in a long time, and I'm sorry I
     haven't, and AI know I have so much I have to update, and I will, and
     I REALLY want you guys to like the one shots and the upcoming ones,
     and I want you guys to like this story too, and I promise I'll
     continue to update everything. I'm sorry I disappeared on y'all :(.
After class was over, everyone got their stuff together and walked out. Chris
was still getting his stuff together and looked up as Adam was getting hauling
his backpack over his shoulder. 
He must have noticed Chris was looking at him, because he turned his head
slightly and the blond froze. Then for the first time in years, the other
spoke. "It's not polite to stare, you know." Turning to look at Chris before
walking out of the room.
 
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He saw the boy once again at football practice. He was up in the bleachers with
Eve. Even though it was pretty cloudy at the moment, they were covered by black
umbrellas. 
When coach finally let them go, Chris pulled his helmet off and panted. His
hair clung to him drenched in sweat, and he was ready for a nice shower before
heading home. He looked up at the bleachers and they weren't there. But when
his eyes scanned the area, he watched as they headed back into the gym. 
 
===============================================================================
 
His parents weren't there when be got home. He picked Liam up and dropped him
off at his friends house. Thankfully he reminded Chris that their mom allowed
Liam to spend the night there. And it was Friday, so it would be alright. 
After changing into some shorts and a tank, he got to work on his homework. He
finished a couple hours later and went downstairs to get something to eat. His
mom called him and told him that she'll be late and so will he. When he was
done he sat and watched some TV for awhile before he heard a loud rapping on
his window. 
He about jumped out of his skin and when he looked over, he saw a shape perched
right outside on the roof. She. He got a close look, he saw it was Adam. It was
hard to tell at first since he almost always wears black. 
He carefully opened his window and asked "What...What the Hell are you doing??"
Adam, who looked the picture of innocence, simply asked "May I come in?"
Chris stood there mouth agape, trying to process what he was saying. Adam
stared at him and said "Don't strain yourself." 
The blond asked "May...May I ask why?"
The other said "I'm bored. And if I had to be near my sister Ava for 5 more
minutes, I would be in the back of a Police car right now for murder, now
Please?"
The Aussie groaned and said "Mate, we've got a front door...It's a pretty great
invention."
Adam said "I know, but I didn't want to knock if anyone was sleeping, and I saw
your light on. Now may I come in?"
Chris opened his mouth and then closed it. He really shouldn't. He's never said
a word to him since he was 14, and here he is, scaling his house and sitting
outside his window without making a sound the whole time, like a goddamn Ninja.
But he sighed and said "Yeah, come on."
Adam smiled a little and the blond moved out of the way and watched as the
other carefully climbed in before standing up straight. He fixed his clothes
and looked around Chris' room. Chris didn't have many posters up on his wall.
Just a couple cool cars, football surfing, Radiohead, and some movie ones. 
He watched as Adam looked around before simply nodding and looked over at
Chris' bed, not made up. He looked at the blond and asked "May I?"
Chris nodded and Adam sat down, pulling his long legs up and fixing then until
they say criss crossed, hands falling in between them. He looked down and they
were silent for a few minutes. But after some time, he looked out of his window
to see if his parents were home. They weren't.
Then Adam asked "Where are your parents?"
The Aussie looked over at him and then back out the window. He said "Working
late. Liam's spending the night at a friends."
Adam nodded and looked back down. After another minute Chris looked at him and
asked "So. Are you gonna tell me the real reason why you came here? You know,
since we've never said a word to each other for about 4 or 5 years, and now
here you are, in my room, sitting on my bed. That doesn't usually happen."
The Brit looked back up and asked "I talked to you earlier, did I not?"
The blond rolled his eyes and then the other said "I am fully aware we haven't
spoken. I was in my room, the Hell spawn, I mean my sister Ava, was bugging me,
I wanted to go out. I saw your house and thought maybe I could come here...If
you want me to leave, I can-"
Chris said "No, no, it's alright...I just didn't expect it...Glad I could help,
I guess."
Adam nodded and the blond said "Oh and I wasn't staring at you earlier, by the
way."
The boy smiled, showing his teeth and said "Yes you were." The Aussie being
distracted by his smile. He has a beautiful smile. Why doesn't he show it more
often? "I've seen it often, actually. I almost feel flattered."
The Aussie raised an eyebrow and asked "Almost?" 
Adam nodded and said "Yeah. I'm trying to figure out if you're like everyone
else. If you think me and my family are a bunch of freaks. Or what was it
again? Vampires?" 
Chris shook his head and said "I don't think that."
"Well that must be why I catch you staring at me, right? I'm a scary little
Vampire that's in need of a good tan or a steak shoved through my heart.
Right?"
Chris asked "If that were the reason, the a lot of people I've looked at are
Vampires then. Come on, I can't help looking at something beautiful-" He
quickly stopped when he said that, mentally face palming himself.
But Adam just stared at him, lips parted a little. Chris could feel his cheeks
getting hot so he just looked out of the window and swallowed. Them he asked
"And what about you? I see you staring at me all the time. Mainly while I'm at
practice."
Adam said "Oh that. We just go there when we're bored. And I always
wonder...What is so entertaining about watching a bunch of oafs attacking each
other over a ball, running back and forth on a patch of grass like headless
chickens? What is simply so fascinating about that? And I just happen to see
you sometimes, you're the only oaf there I recognize."
Chris chuckled and asked "So I'm an Oaf then, huh? You scaled my house and
climbed through my window like a goddamn spider, just so you could call me
that?"
Adam shook his head and said "No, I did not. And I don't think you're an Oaf,
you just play and Oafish sport."
Chris nodded and smiled a little. He asked "Then what am I to you then?"
The other studied Chris and after a minute, he quietly said "I'm not sure
yet.." Before looking down. 
Chris went over and sat beside him, scooting away a little to give him space.
Chris looked at him and said "I don't think you're a Vampire. Those rumors are
stupid."
Adam nodded and said "Yeah, cause we're not...But I bet you're wondering about
the umbrellas...The sunglasses and such."
Chris nodded and asked "Can't blame a guy for wondering, right? But that's your
business, you don't have to tell me anything."
The Brit turned to him and said "Photosensitivity." 
The Aussie raised an eyebrow and asked "What?" 
"Photosensitivity...It's an extreme sensitivity to Ultraviolet rays from the
sun and other light sources. Eve and I have it. So in a ways, we are allergic
to sunlight or bright lights. Well...We just can't be exposed to it for too
long. Even a little can cause burns or rashes, it's not a picnic, it really
hurts. That's why we have the umbrellas. And why we were long sleeved shirts
pretty much all the time. We've been sunscreen often to try to help, but
sometimes it doesn't. There are different types of Photosensitivity, So, there
you go."
The blond nodded and said "Oh...When was the last time you got burned or a
rash?"
Adam thought for a minute and said "Hmm...About a month or so ago, maybe. We
had a fire drill, and it was sunny out, and I forgot my umbrella. Remembered my
sunglasses though. There was a shady spot under a tree I tried to get to, but
there were too many people hogging it. I got a slight rash on my neck after
that, but I've had worse. Can't remember the last time Eve got one."
Chris nodded and Adam chuckled. He said "I wish I could convince the school of
that. I've tried with some people, but they didn't believe me, they just
laughed, so I just gave up with it."
The Aussie smiled and said "Until me."
The Brit nodded and said "Yes, until you."
They sat in silence for the next few minutes. Sometimes they looked at each
other, sometimes they didn't. Then at one point, Adam stood up and said "I
should get going. Before your parents get home." He turned to walk to the
window but then stopped. He turned and looked back at the Aussie before saying
"Thank you...Fot you know."
Chris smiled and said "No problem."
Adam carefully crawled through the window and carefully perched himself,
holding onto the the windowpane. He looked up at Chris and asked "Did you mean
what you said?"
"About what?"
The Brit chewed the inside of his cheek before looking up to meet his eyes.
"About...Calling me...You know.." Beautiful?
Chris nodded and smiled. "Yeah, cause it's true. Goodnight Adam."
Adam smiled and said "Goodnight...Oaf." 
They both chuckled and Chris watched as Adam carefully made his way down to the
ground and disappeared through the yard. Chris sighed as he pulled the window
closed and turned the lock. 
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