Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation nor any of the characters.
Note: This is a vampire fic and /speaking/ is when vampire is speaking to vampire so that human ears cannot hear.
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Violet And Pink Make Blood
Chapter One
Violet eyes glinted in the dark, deep and mysterious just as the night. Deep pink hair fell around the gaunt face—lightly tanned—and hid his beautiful eyes. Those eyes that drew male and female alike to him scanned the deserted park for any signs of life, but there was not and the violet eyed boy was quickly losing his patience.
He didn’t want to be here, not in this park, not in Tokyo, not in Japan. He wanted to return to America, but his best friend had insisted that they must move and he had chosen to return from their birthplace: Tokyo, Japan.
Speaking of his best friend, the inaudible steps to all but sensitized ears alerted the ‘teen’ of his best friend’s presence. He didn’t turn as the older vampire approached, he knew who it was when he brushed his mind against the man, and just tilted his head in silent acknowledgement.
/You are annoyed./ His friend said in the almost silent language of the vampires.
/There's no prey here, we never should’ve left our feeding ground./ There was more than one reason he hated Tokyo, Japan and mainly this park.
/Oh? I found a delicious looking prey not too far from here Shu-chan./ He answered with a chuckle.
/I liked America better/ he said, finally turning to face his friend and Sire. /Ryu, you know I hate this place, why did you bring me back/
Sighing, the deep green haired man clapped a hand on Shuichi’s shoulder. /You’re not the same as then Shuichi, it’s been over a hundred years./
/But what if they’re still here/
/Then we fight for our feeding ground./ Ryuichi shrugged. /Now come on, the prey doesn’t just wait for the hunter you know, na no da!/
/Hai…/ Shuichi blocked out the memories from all those decades ago and turned to follow his Sire. The two vampires gracefully moved from shadow to shadow towards the prey Ryuichi had found and stopped at the edge of the park. Violet eyes pierced the night and focused on the lone figure standing only fifteen feet from them—oblivious to their presence.
Shuichi sniffed the air, a male. The figure stood with his back to him, dressed in a dark trench coat that blended in with the night, but to nocturnal eyes he stood out as if it were day. The cigarette in the man’s mouth was the only light around him and the deep blonde hair moved with the cool wind, making the man look even more enticing than before. The pale skin made the figure look as if he belonged to the undead, but the smell of fresh blood rushing through those veins, not stagnant, old blood that flowed within the vampire race.
/Want him?/ Ryuichi asked, already knowing the answer.
/I thought you had already fed…/ He smirked, absently licking his fangs as he eyed the blonde man.
He chuckled. /Ah, I thought you might miss your blonde victims now that we’re in Japan—I still don’t understand your obsession with blonde men Shu-chan, but think of this as a present na no da./
/You know me too well Ryu./ He said, stepping out towards the figure. He made his presence known as he stepped behind the man and smirked, his fangs elongating. “Hello.” He said in English, he didn’t like feeding without seeing his victim’s face, Ryuichi thought it was weird, but he refused to feed without at least seeing their face at least once.
The blonde man turned to look at him and Shuichi froze, his cool, innocent façade faltering under those golden eyes. Those cold, calculating eyes stared down at his petite form, waiting to know what the boy wanted. “What?” He snapped in English. “If you want directions, find someone else.”
Shuichi’s breath caught—that is, it would’ve if he was still breathing—and he lost himself in those eyes. There was only one other person he had seen with such piercing golden eyes…but they weren’t this cold… “I-I-I…”
“You what brat?” He asked.
"Gomen." Bowing, Shuichi backed away and turned without a word, disappearing back into the woods. He closed his eyes, picturing those eyes and that pale face, and tried to shake them away.
Ryuichi was beside him in seconds /Shuichi./ He said, his voice demanding and different from his usual playful voice. /You let him go./
/I couldn’t./ He said, refusing to look at his Sire.
/Couldn’t?/ The older vampire turned Shuichi around, gripping him painfully by the shoulders. /You must feed! They are prey, they are ours to feed off and hunt!/
/Not him./ Shuichi tried to tear away, but Ryuichi was stronger than him, a lot stronger, and held him in place.
/Why?/ He demanded.
/Because…he looks like him./ He answered in a quiet voice.
Ryuichi groaned and let his hands slide off Shuichi's shoulders. /Not this again./
Shuichi looked out at the lone figure, now searching the woods for where he had gone. /I can’t do it./
/Then I will./ Ryuichi growled.
/No! I’ll find some other prey./
/We don’t have enough time Shuichi, the sun will be up in less than an hour./
Shuichi closed his eyes, knowing it was true. If he didn’t feed now, he wouldn’t feed at all and by night he’d be too weak to find any prey. Ryuichi had always looked after him, but if it came down to the end…Ryuichi would leave him if he had to. /Fine. But I’ll do it./ He began walking after the figure again, now leaving the park.
/Shuichi, you know you’ll have to…/
/I know./ He snapped. /Go back to the den, I’ll meet you there or find some place for the day./
/I’m serious./
/Don’t worry Ryu, I understand./ Shuichi said before walking away from his Sire. Though the sun didn’t kill vampires, their eyes were too sensitive to the light to function and their pale skin burned so easily that most vampires refused risking the daylight.
Shuichi sniffed the air, picking up on the scent of old spice and smoke. Following the scent, he came upon the lone figure once more. Switching to Japanese, he set in for the kill. “Sir?”
Golden eyes focused on him once more. “You again?” He asked, his voice cold and uninterested.
Putting on his childish smile, he tried to look as innocent as possible. “Do you live around here?”
Those eyes narrowed. “What the hell do you want?”
“Just to talk.” He pouted.
“Well go find someone else to ‘talk’ with.”
“Why are you being mean to a stranger?” Shuichi asked.
The man raised an eyebrow, “Is there a reason I shouldn’t be?”
Nodding his head vigorously, Shuichi stepped closer. “Of course! You shouldn’t be mean to people you know nothing about!”
He snorted, “Look brat, go find someone else to annoy and leave me alone.”
Shuichi tilted his head and smiled suggestively at him, finally locking eyes with the man. “Or I could stay with you…”
Such violet eyes. So familiar…so enticing…There was something about those eyes that drew him in and Yuki found himself stepping closer to the boy. He had never been attracted to a man before—let alone a boy—but there was something about this kid… The first moment he had seen the boy, there was just something about him that he couldn’t place…something so familiar he could almost grasp it, but those eyes! So violet, never had he seen such eyes and before he could stop himself, he was upon the boy and their lips were touching.
Shuichi gasped, not expecting such a reaction, but didn’t pull away. He had never been…kissed, not like this. He never let anyone kiss him, never, so…why was he letting this stranger? He quickly pulled away when he felt the tongue licking at his lips and stared up at the blonde man. “Why did you do that?” He whispered, his eyes searching the blonde’s.
Yuki looked down, his shock barely hidden. He jerked away from the pink haired man and growled. “Get the hell away from me.”
“You’re the one who kissed me!” Shuichi yelled at his back, uncertain why he was so upset.
“I’m not attracted to guys.” Yuki said, though it sounded more like he was trying to tell himself that than Shuichi.
“For someone who’s not attracted to guys, it certainly seems so.”
Yuki’s eyes widened in anger and he stormed back towards the boy. “I. Don’t. Like. You.”
Shuichi moved in and nipped at his neck and before Yuki could even move, he kissed it lightly, his tongue flicking out over the artery there, the smell of blood so strong. Yuki groaned at the feeling—he had never felt like this before, so alive and the desire in him flooded his entire body. He wrapped his arms around the lithe figure sucking on his neck and barely noticed when the boy’s teeth seemed to sharpen.
A small prick of pain made him gasp, but the feeling following it was euphoric and he moaned as he felt that tongue flicking over his neck. Blood rushed towards his neck and the boy moved closer to him, his mouth moving over the wound. Yuki lifted his head slightly and his mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure as his eyes rolled back. Never had he felt something like this, it was better than sex and he felt his body ready to orgasm even though the boy was only kissing his neck. Whatever the kid was doing, Yuki didn’t think he’d find something this erotic feeling ever again and he didn’t want to lose the feeling just yet.
Pulling the teen closer to him, he moaned as the mouth worked over the wound, that tongue licking, lapping and teasing his skin. His breathing quickened as his climax came closer and he felt small hands travel down his chest, brushing over his nipples and causing sensations Yuki had never experienced. He didn’t understand why this boy was so different and why the feeling of losing all control was so exhilarating when before he feared and hated that.
Shuichi closed his eyes tight and continued to draw Yuki’s life blood out of him, lapping at the metallic tasting liquid that was his life supply. Without he’d die and with it he’d ‘live’. He knew what he had to do, he understood it and lived by it and continued to drain the blonde of his blood, but…when he closed his eyes he couldn’t erase the images from his head. Blonde hair, golden eyes, pale skin, light pink lips, a beautiful open smile, an angelic laugh and love in those piercing eyes.
He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t. Tearing away, Shuichi saw Yuki’s body drop to the ground as he lost consciousness. He had pulled away in just enough time, the blonde would live, but what would be the consequences? Panting hard, he retracted his teeth and wiped at his mouth with his arm absently. The new blood rushed through him, filling him and giving his skin a darker tan as he had once been when he was still alive.
“Shit.” He whispered as he approached the unconscious blonde and stared down at the young face below him. He sighed, knowing he couldn’t leave him out here, and picked him up off the ground, adjusting the body to a more comfortable position. Glancing at the sky, he saw just the slightest break of dawn—a half hour before he was out in the sun and he hated that. He had gotten caught in the daylight four or five times and it wasn’t a pleasant experience.
For once he was glad that he was in the park, there was a hospital not far from here, and looking down at the angelic face, Shuichi started towards it. Damn it, Ryu’s gonna kill me if he finds out about this. He told me to kill him! But…I can’t…he reminds me of him. I can’t do it. With such thoughts filling his mind, he was at the hospital before he knew it and was walking into the emergency center. He looked around the almost empty room and finally caught the attention of one of the nurses. Well, he should’ve. A light weight ‘kid’ holding an unconscious grown man who was bleeding from his neck should attract some kind of attention.
“What happened?” A nurse asked, waving over a stretcher.
Shuichi looked at her and gave her his seductive smile. “I don’t know. I was walking in the park and just found him there.”
“Do you know who he is?”
“No madam.”
She smiled at him as he set the blonde on the stretcher, two more nurses already there ready to take him away. “Well, I need to get some information from you first, is that all right?”
“Of course madam.”
She looked at the blonde and gasped. “That’s Yuki Eiri!” She exclaimed, making many of the women in the waiting room look up in shock.
Shuichi looked at the commotion beginning around the blonde and slipped out the door again, sliding into the shadows. He looked at the sun and muttered under his breath as he searched for a dark place to spend the day. He rubbed at his skin as the daylight began to make him itch. If he spent too long out here he’d get sunburned and that wasn’t fun at all.
Finding an abandoned house an hour later, he ducked inside and sat down in the darkest corner away from the windows and the blasted sun. “I hate Japan.” Sighing, he turned over and closed his eyes, ready for sleep. So many people believed that when a vampire slept they fell into a catatonic sleep and it was almost impossible to wake them up, but it wasn’t true. Shuichi found the slightest noise woke him and though it was true he had no warmth in his body nor breath, that didn’t mean when he slept he was ‘dead’. Sighing, he pulled his trench coat around him, and feigning sleep until true sleep came to him.
Dhampir
Page 5
04/05/05
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Yeah, I know this is a short chapter, but this idea came from no where and so...here you go! Yay! Another story for me to work on, hehe. |